Abbie removes her hand

As the flight attendant turned around, Abbie panicked slightly and let go of Colin's cock. In that split second, she realized that she left him rather exposed -- well, still wearing his pants, but with a bulging erection easily visible.

The flight attendant's eyes flicked down, then back up again. 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 wore a navy blue skirt that ended at the knee and hugged her hips and upper legs tightly. Her blouse was baby blue satin, fairly loose fitting, the top two buttons open, and she wore a silk patterned scarf around her neck.

Yvette's eyes widened slightly as she caught sight of Colin's aroused state.

Colin was torn between not acknowledging his own state (which likely had already brought awkward attention) and covering himself up (which would likely bring new awkward attention). He opted for the former.

Abbie was looking at Yvette. The way her eyes caught sight of Colin's erection, the way her smile seemed to twinkle a little bit more, and the way that none of them were talking about it all added up to a very exciting moment for her. She licked her lips, as her mouth had gone dry.

Yvette was looking at Colin, focused on his face (perhaps to avoid glancing down again). "Would either of you like coffee, tea, water, or a soft drink?"

As Yvette focused on Colin, Abbie focused on Yvette. When she turned to speak to Abbie and Colin, Yvette also leaned over Abbie a bit, tucking her head into their row. Her loose blouse hung open ever so slightly, and Abbie could just barely see the pink strap of her bra. The light pink of the bra and light blue of the shirt were in stark contrast to Yvette's dark skin.

Abbie was still quite aroused herself from touching Colin earlier, and now her imagination was running a little wild as she tried to picture what the rest of Yvette's bra might look like. She craned her neck a tiny bit thinking she might see more, but to no avail.

Meanwhile, Colin was silent. Yvette patiently waited a moment, but made sure not to look down at his pants again. She tilted her head to the side a bit, and raised her eyebrows.

"Water, please," Colin mumbled.

Yvette turned to Abbie, who was still entranced by Yvette's smile and the fantasy of what was under her shirt. "And for you?" As she spoke to Abbie, her voice warmed. As she waited for Abbie's answer, she glanced back at Colin, this time looking at his crotch (and he was staring back, half excited, half terrified), and then slowly bringing her eyes back to Abbie. I know what you two were doing, her eyes said. It's not my first flight.

There was a moment of understanding between Yvette and Abbie. Her look of recognition was validating, as if to say good for you, making the most of your time here. Abbie was awed by Yvette's energy, her beauty, her ease, and her acceptance.

"I'll also have some water, please." Abbie said quietly.

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 in that time.

Yvette had moved past them now. Abbie looked down at Colin's crotch. His erection had not softened, and if anything, he was bulging more than before. How was this going to go? She couldn't very well just pull him out of his pants here in the airplane like this.

Colin looked at Abbie, the bit of fear in his eyes now looking more like wonder. "Do you ...?" he asked, without finishing the sentence.

Abbie smiled and nodded. She put her hand back out toward him, and he guided it down to his pants. As she touched him again, he sighed and closed his eyes. Abbie once again began to grip and stroke through Colin's pants. He was breathing heavier, and thrusting into her hand as she rubbed him.

Could he climax like this? In his pants, right here? Abbie wondered. She was a bit amazed as she watched him. He pulsed his body, his hips, his pelvis toward her hands. She worked faster, trying to follow his rhythm.

He shifted in his seat, which loosened his pants a little bit, and both he and Abbie seemed to have a cleaner approach toward getting him off. She continued her grip on the edges of his shaft, and he wriggled his body against her touch. He was definitely about to pop. "I'm --" he said quietly.

Abbie smiled and watched. She continued to jerk him through his pants. She stroked him once more, twice more, and then felt him stiffen.

He released his tension as his orgasm occurred. She held her hand in place, wondering if she'd feel the warmth of his spunk as it filled his pants and soaked through the cloth. She felt him twitch again, and then one last time. He sighed and sat back.

Abbie never took her eyes off his crotch, but she eventually pulled her hand away. She saw the beginning of a wet spot appear, growing, and staining the crotch of his pants. Colin turned to her, somewhat out of breath, and still a bit tense.

They both heard the sound of footsteps, and Colin quickly pulled his shirttails from out of his pants, and used the loose front of the shirt to cover his crotch.

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.

She held two plastic cups and a bottle of water. "I have your water." She stared at Colin, who was struggling to maintain his composure.

"Thank you," said Abbie. "My ... friend, here, he, um ... spilled something on his pants. Do you have a napkin or a small towel?"

Yvette handed the bottle and the cups to Abbie. "I'll be right back." Yvette turned away to get napkins from her cart, which was just down the aisle. Abbie poured one cup of water, but as Yvette returned with napkins, a bit of mid-air turbulence caused her to lose her footing. She bumped into Abbie's arm, and Abbie splashed the entire cup of water onto her chest.

"I am so sorry!" said Yvette, sincerely apologetic. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" said Abbie, seemingly unbothered. "It's just water." Her white t-shirt was drenched through, and her white bra had become almost completely visible.

"Here, the napkins," said Yvette, handing them to Abbie.

"Right, those are for ... him." Abbie poured a little water on the napkins, and reached over to dab at Colin's pants.

Colin remained speechless. Here was Abbie, now in a practically see-through shirt, wiping a napkin on his crotch -- where she had just masturbated him to orgasm inside his pants. The whole thing felt so surreal, he didn't know what to say or do. So he just let Abbie do whatever she was doing.

Yvette wasn't sure if she should get any more involved. "Miss, your shirt -- it's -- it's completely soaked. Is there anything we can do for you?"

Abbie sat up and looked at her shirt, and then glanced up at Yvette. "Ha! Well," she whispered, "hopefully it'll dry before anyone sees me!"

"Can I help you clean up at all?" asked Yvette.

Abbie wasn't expecting the question, but she arched her back a bit and jutted her chest out. "Sure, thanks!"

Yvette stared at her. She realized she had asked if Abbie needed help, but didn't really expect this as an answer. With a slight hesitation, Yvette folded a napkin and dabbed at Abbie's wet shirt.

As she leaned over Abbie, and as Abbie simultaneously stretched her torso upward to perhaps help Yvette in some way, Abbie was also able to get a bit more of a peek down the front of Yvette's blouse. The lace edges of one side of her bra came into a momentary view. Abbie was distracted, however, as Yvette's efforts to clean her shirt were becoming a bit stronger. Abbie closed her eyes as she softly mumbled, "thank you, that feels great."

As Yvette continued dabbing at Abbie's shirt, she switched her hold on the napkin so she was touching the shirt with her fingers. "I should see if the material is dry," she suggested quietly.

Abbie nodded. "You should, please." She swallowed and inhaled deeply.

Yvette's hands were mostly on Abbie's chest now, ostensibly patting the moisture away, but in reality, mostly feeling her breasts through the wet shirt and bra. Abbie's hands came up to her own chest, and she sort of half held Yvette's hand in place on her breasts. "Still a little damp," murmured Yvette.

"Mm-hm," agreed Abbie. With their hands overlapping and almost intertwining, the two women pawed at Abbie's chest together. Abbie loved the weight of Yvette's palms against her body. She tilted her head, and looked at Yvette, whose eyes were focused on Abbie's chest. Abbie shifted her focus down, and noticed that Yvette's blouse had loosened further, and she could now see an entire cup of her bra.

Yvette caught Abbie's eye, and saw that Abbie was looking into her shirt. She held her hands on Abbie's breasts, and after a moment of stillness, Abbie looked back up at Yvette, her eyes asking questions that she didn't say aloud.

Yvette spoke quietly. "Are you making a connection?"

Abbie smiled. "I think so."

Yvette laughed to herself. "I meant ... I meant at the airport. To another plane."

Abbie blushed. "I just heard it. And no, this will be my final stop."

Yvette leaned in a little further, her hands becoming firmer on Abbie's breasts, and bringing the open top of her shirt closer to Abbie giving her a fresh perspective. She whispered in Abbie's ear, "Gate 16." She then stood up back into the aisle, lifting her hands off Abbie's body.

Abbie looked at her a moment longer, and Yvette smiled. She then turned away from Abbie, and moved up the aisle. Abbie leaned outward a bit to admire Yvette as she walked away -- her tight uniform skirt hugging her hips and ass, her shapely legs and black heels, and she remembered the feeling of Yvette's hands on her body. Gate 16, she thought to herself.

Suddenly, Abbie glanced back at Colin. She had completely forgotten about him. He had been watching the whole thing, and from what Abbie could see, it looked like he might have even gotten hard again.

He didn't seem to mind (or perhaps even be aware) of his own pants, that he had come inside his clothes. Abbie was so curious, but opted to let things be. She pulled the armrest down between them, leaned back, and closed her eyes.