Look but don't touch ... for now

Unencumbered by anyone else’s prying eyes, I allowed myself to drink in Ava’s voluptuous form. About half of her gorgeous breasts were on display, rising and falling in her camisole top, the chilly air of the plane causing pencil-eraser nipples to stand out in the thin fabric. Such a prolonged downblouse view was the stuff of fantasies, and here it was in the flesh. Making sure no one else on the plane was paying attention to me, I leaned over and put my face right next to Ava’s chest, getting as close as I dared without touching her. I was definitely getting hard, and I pulled away before I did anything truly stupid.

Getting my dick under control and turning back to Christine, I tried rubbing her shoulder. “Hey,” I said. “I’m done with your essay.” Christine jolted awake, throwing her hand to her chest in surprise, and then seemed to remember where she was. I said again, “Sorry to wake you. Just wanted you to know I’m all done.” Christine flashed her winning smile again and accepted the paper from me. She looked over my comments, grinning ear to ear.

“Oh my God, Mr. Clark, this is incredible. Thank you so much!”

“It’s my pleasure, really,” I said. “I’m happy to help. And you can call me Simon.”

“You’re a life-saver,” she said and unbuckled her seatbelt. “I’m just going to put this back in my bag.” Ava let out a little snore as Christine stood up, once again displaying her killer legs. Without Ava to catch me in an act of minor depravity, I let my eyes follow my dick’s lead. With Christine once again fussing with her duffel bag, I leaned forward and peeked under her pleated skirt.

I remember literally thinking Holy shit as I saw her cute bubble butt entirely on display and a thin, black thong keeping her pussy out of view. I pulled back quickly and looked out the window (okay, I looked at Ava’s tits) while Christine finished with her gear. My mind was racing, and a wicked little idea got lodged in my brain.

Christine sat back down, and I turned my attention back to her.

“Thank you again,” she said.

“Hey,” I said, “I’m glad you can find some success. I think this calls for some celebration, don’t you?”

Her eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?”

I bent forward and pulled a box—basically the shape of a large box of chocolates—out of my backpack. “I usually bring these from duty free for some of my buddies at the testing center, but I can get more when we land,” I said. I opened the box to reveal 24 mini bottles of ****, a sampler tray that you are definitely not supposed to bring on a plane.

“Whoa,” Christine said. “That is beautiful.”

“Take your pick,” I said. “Only make it quick so the stewardess doesn’t see.”

Christine instantly reached for whiskey, saying as she twisted the cap off, “You’re supposed to call them flight attendants now.”

“Oops, party foul,” I teased. “I guess I need to take one too.” I slipped a scotch out of the sampler and made a toasting motion toward Christine. We clinked bottles and downed them in a single gulp.

“Oh man, that is is good,” she said. “Thank you!”

“You’re very welcome,” I said, collecting her empty bottle and putting it in my bag. “I’d give some to Ava but…” I gestured at the sleeping girl, and Christine smiled.

“No surprise there,” Christine said. “Ava sleeps like a rock.” To prove her point she reached across me and shook her friend’s shoulder. Ava’s face didn’t budge, though her tits did jiggle nicely. Christine laughed. “We love fucking with her at the sorority house.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, my heart racing but my face staying cool as a cucumber.

“Oh, she just falls asleep all the time. Doing homework, watching movies, even during meetings. We like draw on her sometimes or take stupid pictures. It’s insane; I’ve never seen anyone sleep like her.”

“Sounds pretty peaceful,” I suggested. “I usually need some more of these to zonk out like that.” I took out another small bottle of **** and offered one to Christine. To my delight, she instantly accepted. We drained our liquids, and I stashed the bottles once again.

“Dude, Ava is missing out,” Christine said. “She’s such a party pooper.”

“Oh, so we’re partying now?” I teased.

“Hell yeah,” she said. “Give me one more.”

“Help yourself,” I said with a grin. I was already feeling a light buzz from the shots I’d taken, and I don’t think Christine noticed that I didn’t drink a third. She enjoyed hers, though, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

“Hey, want to see something funny?” Christine asked.