Abbie and Yvette undress in the window

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.

Yvette took a step toward Abbie, but then quickly turned around and strutted to the back of the room, in front of the windows. She glanced back at Abbie.

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 sexily to the window, and waiting, expectantly, for Abbie to join her.

"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 walked over to Yvette, the two of them facing each other, standing alongside the windows of the back wall. She 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.

As Abbie removed her fingers from Yvette's mouth, Yvette glanced out the window to her left. Abbie hadn't thought about the window, but seeing Yvette look out made her look as well. There were people working outside, most of whom weren't aware of what was going on. But there were two men who had paused whatever their work was to stare at the window -- and to stare at Yvette and Abbie. The two men wore yellow work vests, sunglasses and hard hats. Through their sunglasses, it wasn't clear exactly where they were looking, but the women knew it was at their window.

Yvette spoke quietly. "Those men are watching us."

Abbie nodded, looking at the men. "I know."

Yvette was silent. She bit her lower lip and took a step closer to Abbie. Abbie felt her approach, and took up one of Yvette's hands in her own, all without breaking her gaze with the men outside. She placed Yvette's hand on 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.

Yvette looked again out the window. "I've done a lot in this room, but I don't think I've done this."

Abbie looked out the window as well. A third man had joined the first two. "Did what, hooked up with a passenger or put on a show for the guys on the tarmac?"

"Both."

Abbie laughed. She 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.

"Can I take off your shirt?" Yvette asked Abbie.

"Of course." Abbie turned to face the window, her back to Yvette. Yvette took the hem of the shirt, and began to lift it. Abbie raised her arms, and her t-shirt slid easily over her head and off.

Yvette stood next to Abbie to look at her. They were each clad only in a bra on top -- Yvette's was pink and lacy, Abbie's was white and cotton. They smiled at each other and nodded, as if to say okay, let's do this.

They turned to face the window. There were five men watching now. Yvette and Abbie glanced at each other out of the corners of their eyes, and aimed to mimic one another's moves. They slid the shoulder straps of their bras down, reached behind them, and unclasped the hooks in the back.

"Are you ready?" asked Yvette, smirking at the men outside.

"Always," said Abbie. They pulled their bras forward, and in a second, dropped them to the floor and stood there completely naked from the waist up.

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 went to Abbie's breasts, holding, fondling, and then running around to the back to pull her closer to her. Abbie put her hands behind Yvette, on her lower back, and then moved them down to her ass.