FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY

Hank watched, seated on the lid of the airplane toilet, as his wife undid Monica's button fly with her free hand. Monica lifted her butt from the washstand and the skimpy denim shorts slid to the floor. Now she was down to just her panties. The front of Monica's red and white panties bulged with Veevee's cupped hand, red panties printed in white with the word FRIDAY over and over.

Veevee resumed fingering Monica, making FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY shimmy and shake over her skilled fingers. Veevee laughed. "Monica, your panties are stuck in yesterday! No wonder I could smell your sexy pussy when I walked up. Your panties have been working overtime!" Monica turned shy behind her glasses and didn't meet Veevee's eyes, but her hips still moved to meet Veevee's fingers. Veevee looked round and asked Monica's boyfriend Tom, "Poor dears, you haven't had a chance to stop and change in almost two days?"

Monica's boyfriend Tom, enlisted to help undress Veevee, was kneeling on the floor behind her, his head pressed to her buttocks at her request to reduce the tickling of his stiff brush-cut hair. Tom's half-hard prick stuck out of the open front of his saggy, beat-up jeans.

"Um yeah," Tom said. "We started out in Nepal on Friday, it feels like we've been going airplane to airplane for days. " He rolled the remaining leg of Veevee's white tights down to her foot. "Y'ready for the other foot?"

Veevee stepped out of her tights. "Thanks Tom," she said. "It's tighter than a New York apartment in here." She fanned a hand over her own pussy. "Ahhh," she said. "Breathe, baby, breathe. My poor little puss-puss has been cooped up too long." With Veevee's own clothes away, she turned her attention back to Monica, stroking her under her panties.

Hank smiled as Veevee's sweet scent wafted toward him. A sweaty edge from the long travel day only made it seem more urgently sexy. He thought he could detect Monica too, a little sharper. He imagined Veevee as a lusty lady kneeling down and throwing up her skirts for her coachman's prick after a long hot day's journey. Monica would be her naughty maid, kneeling beside her mistress and sticking out her butt with a saucy wiggle to tell the coachman, 'Fuck madame good, but fuck me harder!'. Hank's erection stiffened. He looked at Tom and saw his nostrils flare. Hank wondered what the hot female scents were doing to Tom, his nose within inches of Monica and Veevee's naughty bits, hot and moist from making out with each other. Tom's prick was fully hard again. Hank smiled.

"Monica darling?" Veevee said, continuing to make FRIDAY wiggle and dance over her fingers.

"Uh. Huh?" she said, meeting Veevee's eyes. She smiled broadly, the grin of a chocolate Cheshire cat melting away with pleasure.

"I don't want to spoil a special occasion. If you and Tom want to join the Mile High Club together, I'll step back." She glanced at the cramped airplane lavatory. "Um, or change places with Tom anyway. But if it's okay with you, I'd love to bring you off, Monica. You turn me on so much, the way you tremble at my touch. I'd love to make you come. Any way you want."

Tom cleared his throat, starting to say something. Veevee took his hand and placed it on her butt, then bent her fingers over his to make him squeeze her buttock. Tom settled down, waiting for Monica's reply.

"Mmmmmmm," said Monica. "Uh, Veevee, how about..."