Listen a little, then sit down and prepare for "takeoff"

Veevee listened quietly as the two women in the bathroom stalls rubbed themselves and talked in low voices.

"Am I going to hear you come?" the stewardess asked longingly. Her navy-stockinged foot pressed on the gold-sandaled mahogany foot of the woman in the next toilet cubicle. "Like the woman we just heard jill off?"

"Oh Jesus. Yes, girl, you're gonna hear a woman come. Sweet as gospel music, hearing a woman satisfied. I liked hearing that lady toss her salad next to me. She's a hot one. Sweet little moan when she came. "

"She was flirting with me," the stewardess said. "Looking at my hands. Looking at my butt. If she didn't have that husband, I probably would have flashed her too."

Veevee was turned on to hear the women still talking about her. She leaned against the tiled wall and put a hand under her skirt, then peeled down her white tights just enough to touch her pussy again.

"You got a little teacup booty, girl," Miss Gold Sandals said. "But I saw that sweet little pussy you showed me. Precious! Ahhh, Jesus that's good." The little wet rubbing noises were louder and faster. "Let me hear you come, girl."

"Yeah," the stewardess said. "Mmmm. I want to come right over there. I want to see your finger in your cunt. I want to hold you and come when you're coming." The seat creaked as she shifted her weight.

"Sit down, you crazy girl," Miss Gold Sandals said. "Some one could walk into the ladies' any minute. Get y'self off, girl, and come on home with me tonight. Hold me all you like. Mama'll eat you up, little girl. Oh Jesus."

Veevee hardly breathed, listening to the two of them, watching them slide and push their near feet together. She pressed her fingers rhythmically into her pussy, not daring to slide or rub them and make wet little noises like the two she was listening to.

"Oh yeah," the stewardess said. She settled down again. Her foot rubbed faster and harder against Miss Gold Sandals' foot. "I wish we could hear that woman come again, with us. I'm so close."

"Come with Mama, girl," Miss Gold Sandals said, "Think of that lady jillin' off next to us and pop your little nut for me." Her breath was fast and deep. "Praise Jesus, I'm close, girl."

"Oh. Oh," the stewardess said, barely articulate. "Oh fuck, I'm gonna c-come."

Veevee felt a big orgasm coming, shaking her from the center of her pelvis. She knew she was going to lose control of her voice and her balance in just a few seconds. If she could sit down, she might be able to weather the storm. She looked frantically to the left and right. She could quickly walk on her stocking feet and sit in the stall next to the stewardess or the one next to the Black woman.