Just take the fucking panties off and finish me off!

"Monica darling?" Veevee said, continuing to masturbate the younger woman under her FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY panties. Their breasts rubbed together in the close quarters of the airline lavatory.

"Uh. Huh?" the bespectacled brunette said.

"I'll step back if you and Tom want to join the Mile High Club together. Uh." The cramped airplane lavatory offered no space to step back. "Or change places with Tom anyway. But you turn me on so much, Monica, the way you tremble at my touch. I'd love to make you come. Any way you want."

Monica's boyfriend Tom squirmed to his feet behind Veevee. He cleared his throat, starting to say something.

Veevee took Tom's hand and placed it on her buttock, then bent her fingers over his to make him squeeze her flesh. Tom settled down, waiting his girlfriend's reply with another woman's naked buttock cupped tightly in his hand.

Hank, crammed in next to Tom, sitting on the toilet lid, waited just as eagerly. He hoped Monica would ask his wife to continue. Veevee had an extra wiggle in her hips for a couple days after giving an orgasm to a young woman.

"Mmmmmmm," said Monica. "Uh, Veevee, how about... Uh. Oh fuck it, just take the fucking panties off and finish me off."

Veevee pulled on the waistband of Monica's FRIDAY FRIDAY FRIDAY panties. Monica lifted her butt enough to clear the washstand, and the panties slipped down. Veevee worked them off Monica's feet and dropped them. The damp panties fell atop the crotch of Veevee's own discarded white tights. Now both women were bottomless alongside Tom and Hank's exposed erections. Something was going to happen. Or would, if there were any room to move in
the crammed-full lavatory.

Hank could see Monica's dark, sparse bush sprinkling the pale skin of her plump pubic mound. He felt almost disappointed. Hank had been fantasizing that she would have I CAN HAZ PENIZ!? tattooed on a shaved pubic triangle, but Monica was a girl next door when out of her panties as much as she was in them.

"Tom hon," Veevee said. "And Hank? You boys should get your party hats on. Easier now than if we try and change positions." She handed a condom behind her. "For Hank."

Tom took it, looked at the packet and passed it to Hank. "These good?" he asked.

"Kimono's our brand," Hank said. "Thin. Strong. They test 'em all individually." He tore open the corner and suited up, carefully working it over his large head.

"Cool." Tom said. He took his Lifestyles condom from Veevee and opened it. He squirmed around to put it on, rubbing his body inevitably against Veevee's naked skin as he capped his cock, pinched the tip and rolled the ring down his shaft.

Veevee laughed quietly. "Mmm, Tom, feels like you're ready. Give us girls just a second."

Monica giggled. "Give me those fuck-me lips again, girl."

Monica pulled Veevee's face to hers. Monica's sigh of pleasure turned into a hum as the two women renewed their deep kiss. Veevee's answering sound was deeper, more lustful and predatory. This time Monica's vulva was free of obstructing clothing, free for Veevee to spread and stroke and touch and tickle. And enter with her slippery fingers. Monica trembled and squirmed under Veevee's touch as the older woman moved to her favorite get-that-girl-off approach. Wet thumb strumming swollen clit, fingers in pussy bending with a 'come here, come here' motion. All this with lips to lips, tongue to tongue, breasts to breasts, fingers playing Monica's pussy six ways from Sunday.

"Mmmm-hm-MMM-hm-MMMMMMMM!!!" was Monica's muffled cry of ecstasy as Veevee tickled a lightning bolt out of her clit. Her spread legs jolted and her head thumped the mirror. Veevee kept her going for long, long seconds till finally having pity and letting the trembling girl settle down, keeping their lips together and finishing with gentle kisses.

As the action slowed, the roar of the airplane engines was audible again. The outside world had seemed to disappear while Monica was at the height of passion.

Veevee kissed Monica's cheeks. "Welcome to the club, girl," she said. "Tom, hon," she said to the young man behind her whose erection was prodding her buttocks. "I think it's your turn now."

Monica giggled, a disconnected, sex-drunk sound. Tom's girlfriend perched on the washstand, sweaty, flushed,and limp from the lesbian orgasm Veevee had given her.

"Uh. Yeah," Tom said. Monica's brush-cut, goateed boyfriend was clearly erect and ready for some kind of action. Freedom of movement, of which there was very little, permitting.

Hank smiled. He couldn't exactly be inconspicuous, sitting on the toilet lid with his knee pressing Tom's leg, but he kept his naughtiest thoughts to himself. Tom "wasn't into that gay stuff" after all. He wondered if Monica was still up to being Tom's partner for his Mile High Club initiation, after that earth-shaker orgasm.