Abbie and Yvette undress each other

Yvette took one slow step forward, and ran her hands along her body. She touched her own breasts first, rubbing the satin of her blouse against her body. Yvette's breathing got deeper, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

The overhead lights were not on, so the natural light outside made Yvette appear partially in silhouette to Abbie. Yvette's hands moved from her chest down to her hips and legs. She continued to walk forward again, swaying her hips side to side slightly, drawing attention both with her walk and her hands.

Abbie was practically drooling over what she saw. She was completely taken by Yvette on the plane, and that was before anything else had happened, including Yvette's sultry invitation to Gate 16. And even now, Yvette was still fully clothed, and doing nothing more than walking -- well, walking with a sexy sway that made the curve of her hips in her tight skirt stand out.

"Are you going to undress me, or do I have to do all the work?" asked Yvette.

Abbie giggled. "Yes, of course I will undress you!" She practically leapt toward Yvette, who laughed at Abbie's eagerness. Abbie stepped closer and put her hands on Yvette's shoulders, stroking downward to feel the satin blouse. She got to Yvette's hands, and took them in her own, admiring the stark contrast of skin tone. Abbie was nearly porcelain white, her Irish roots yielding pale skin, red hair, and freckles. Yvette, meanwhile, was very dark skinned, and although she hadn't identified her heritage, she seemed (to Abbie) as if she had a slight Caribbean touch to her voice, maybe the French West Indies.

Abbie caressed Yvette's soft hands. They were smaller than hers, though Yvette stood at about the same height. Both women were thin, and in many ways, carried similar builds. Abbie took one of Yvette's hands up to her face and kissed her fingers. She opened her mouth slightly, and upon kissing Yvette's hand a second time, took two of her fingertips into her mouth for a brief moment. Yvette shivered slightly feeling Abbie's warm and soft lips against her fingers.

Abbie slowly lowered Yvette's hand, and held it again her breast. Abbie was wearing a white t-shirt, and suddenly felt how thin the material was, with Yvette's hand resting just threads of cloth away from her own skin. Abbie traced her own fingers back up Yvette's arm and to her shoulder as Yvette gently massaged and fondled Abbie's chest through her shirt.

With her delicate fingers, Abbie unbuttoned the two remaining buttons on Yvette's shirt. She slowly parted the sides of the material, revealing the pink lace bra she had caught a glimpse of on the plane. Yvette pulled at the bottom of Abbie's t-shirt, and slid her hands underneath the shirt and to Abbie's back. Abbie untucked the tails of Yvette's blouse from her skirt, and wasting no more time with her shirt, removed it entirely, dropping it to the floor.

Abbie placed her hands on Yvette's breasts, feeling her firm and plumb bosom through the pink bra. Yvette was a C-cup, a bit larger than Abbie, but equally tight and toned. Her skin was incredibly soft, and nearly glowing in the natural light from the window. As she fondled Yvette's breasts, one of her bra straps naturally dropped off her shoulder. Abbie took advantage of this to slide a hand into that side of the bra, and take hold of Yvette's breast. Abbie's other hand drifted behind Yvette's back, and she ran her fingers up and down the center of her back, admiring the strength of her muscles and again, the amazing tone of her skin. With one hand, Abbie deftly unclasped Yvette's bra. Now loose, the bra fell forward, and Abbie pulled it off and dropped it to the floor, on top of the shirt.

Yvette pulled Abbie to her, and instantly took her lips in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. Yvette's tongue ran rampant in Abbie's mouth, touching her tongue, her teeth, her lips. Yvette's hands were still under Abbie's shirt, and she brought them around to the front to take hold of Abbie's breasts. She pushed her hands under Abbie's bra, and grabbed a firm hold of her boobs. Abbie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, and then she pulled her own t-shirt over her head.