Abbie lowers her tray table

In the split second before the flight attendant turned around, Abbie released the latch on her tray table, lowering it to just above her lap. Colin's hand was still under her skirt, his fingers in her pussy, but the activity was obscured by the tray.

The flight attendant turned around. She was young, Black, her hair slicked back and in a bun, with a radiant smile. Abbie saw that she wore a pin with the name 'Yvette' printed on it. Yvette cheerfully smiled at Abbie and Colin, not initially aware that anything unusual was going on.

"Would either of you like coffee, tea, water, or a soft drink?"

As Abbie took a breath to answer, Colin pressed his fingers deeper into her pussy. She shuddered, and her voice broke as she said, "Yes, could I have some water please?"

Yvette didn't really react to Abbie's shudder, and looked to Colin. "And for you, sir?"

"Nothing, thank you."

Yvette nodded. As she turned away, she took note of Colin's hand under the tray table. She froze in her tracks briefly, taking the scene in. She looked at Abbie, whose eyes were wide. Yvette glanced to Colin, and then back to Abbie. Yvette gently (and just a little bit intimately) put her hand on Abbie's shoulder, and said, "I'll be back in about two minutes with your water."

Abbie heard this, and felt that Yvette was giving her a hint. Two minutes before she'd be back, and perhaps that was a suggestion to finish whatever might be going on under the tray table in that time.

Yvette had moved past them now. Colin looked at Abbie. "Do you ...?" he asked, without finishing the sentence.

Abbie bit her lip and nodded. Colin began rhythmically prodding her pussy with his fingers, thrusting his hand in and out, rubbing her clit as he did. Abbie's breathing got faster and a little bit louder. Her grip on his arm grew tight, and she felt the movement of his arm muscles through his shirt as he rapidly fingered her twat. She began grinding her hips as well, gyrating slightly, increasing the touch and pressure of Colin's hand in her crotch.

As she felt an orgasm swelling, she maneuvered Colin's arm to control his rhythm. They settled into a pattern, and Abbie felt her body begin to shake. Her right hand returned to her chest, and she squeezed her own breasts through her shirt and bra.

Her hips bucked forward almost involuntarily as she began to climax. She gripped Colin's arm and held him in place as she pushed her body into him, pushed her pussy onto his fingers. She clenched her muscles, knowing that he must have felt it on his fingers. She released, he stroked in and out of her pussy once, twice, a third time, and then she climaxed again, clenching again, holding him in place yet again.

Abbie swallowed, and her breathing began to return to normal. Her grip on Colin's arm loosened, though he wasn't sure if he should pull his fingers out yet. He thrust a few more times, and Abbie gasped, smiled, and looked at him.

"Do you want a third one," he whispered, grinning.

She nodded. "Oh, there isn't time, but I do." She grabbed his arm again as he rapidly rubbed and pushed into her. He worked his hand quickly, and she shook her hips back and forth, fucking his hand as much as his hand was fucking her. She gritted her teeth and felt a climax begin to surge forth. Without slowing her motion, she rolled her head forward, moaned lightly, and felt a third orgasm overtake her body.

Her breathing became short pants as the climax passed. She swallowed, caught her breath, licked her lips, and looked at Colin again.

Yvette returned. The look on her face had shifted from bland and generic happy stewardess to one of combined shock and awe. It was apparent from her expression that she had seen enough of what happened to clue her in. She again touched Abbie's shoulder, this time perhaps more to alert Abbie to her presence, but maybe also as if to connect with her out of a sense of amazement.

"Your water, miss." Yvette held out a bottle. "Please, take the bottle."

Abbie reached for the bottle, and smiled. "Thank you."

Yvette held out a stack of napkins as well. "Sir, here, in case you need these." Abbie giggled in response. Colin blushed.

Yvette couldn't help but smile a bit. Her steady flight attendant energy dropped, and in a much more authentic, real, and lower-pitched voice, said quietly to Abbie, "I hope you enjoy the remainder of your flight." She squeezed Abbie's shoulder gently, and leaned down. She whispered in Abbie's ear, "Gate 16." She then stood up back into the aisle, lifting her hands off Abbie's shoulder, and moved up the aisle quickly, not turning back.

Colin slid his fingers out of Abbie's pussy. Abbie didn't adjust her clothes, so her panties were still pushed to the side and her skirt was still pulled up high on the left. Colin reached toward one of the napkins, but Abbie caught his hand before he got there. She steered his fingers to his own mouth. Colin opened his mouth, and licked, then sucked his own fingers, tasting Abbie's pussy. He then brought the same hand to Abbie's mouth, and she sucked what was left of her own juices from his hand.

Abbie opened her water bottle and took a drink. She leaned back in her seat and sighed, looking up the aisle at Yvette.

She glanced once more at Colin, who chuckled to himself and shook his head. Abbie restored her tray table into the seat in front of her. Colin pulled the armrest down between them. She took another sip of water, leaned back, and closed her eyes.