Stay over. Veevee listens to the women jill off.

"Hank, do we have time..." Veevee started to ask if she could go back to the women's room where the two women were masturbating side by side.

"Veevee, what do you think of staying over?" he asked. "Our flight is overbooked, and they're giving out credits. That couple from the cruise..."

"Fine, I'm not in a hurry to get back tonight," she broke in. She pulled his head close and whispered, "There are a couple of women jilling off in the bathroom, I want to go back in."

Her husband whispered back, "Go join them, I'll get the 'closed for cleaning' sign up to cover for you."

Veevee kissed Hank and tried to avoid prancing as she walked back into the ladies' room. Behind her, she heard Hank putting up the sign.

Veevee took off her shoes before she walked in, and padded in quietly in her stocking feet. She looked under the stall doors. Miss Mahogany Skin Gold Sandals was still next to Miss Blue Stockings, and they each had a foot rubbing up against the other's under the partition. Miss Blue Stockings had taken off a low-heeled navy blue shoe with a gold decoration in the place of a buckle, and was still wearing the other.

Veevee's heart went pitter-pat. Was Miss Blue Stockings the stewardess she'd been flirting with on the plane? She flashed back to the first class cabin. Yes, those were her shoes!

Then Miss Gold Sandals must be the beautiful Black woman, about Veevee's age, who was seated with a younger man she was sweet on like a new boyfriend. Veevee was pretty sure they had been playing with each other under the blanket during the overnight flight. And their seat was right in front of the stewardess's jump seat.

As Veevee listened quietly, she heard the little wet sounds of the two women pleasuring themselves. And she heard them speaking quietly, no doubt thinking they were alone.

"You have a sweet young man," the stewardess said. "I watched you stroking each other off under the blanket and it got me so hot, I couldn't sleep. Too bad he can't come in and help us."

"He's got good hands, my boy," the other woman said. "But right now he's making himself useful getting the bags and the hotel reservation. You want to stay with us? He'll give you a sweet ride. He's got enough for both of us, and I saw how he was looking at you." She sighed with pleasure. "Mmm, feelin' no pain now."

"Oooh," the stewardess said. "I love your voice. I listen to your music all the time. I can't believe it. Am I going to hear you come?" she asked longingly.

Miss Gold Sandals said, "You come stay with us, sugarpie, you'll hear me come more than once. Mmmm. You're gonna hear me pretty soon right here. Ahhh. I almost thought you were goin' go off with that ol' married couple. Or the lady, anyway. Didn't you pull us into the ladies room after her?"

The stewardess said, "I watched them playing with each other under the blanket too. I thought they were cute. Really affectionate for a husband and wife who've been together, probably twenty years I bet."

"I bet they keep it spicy," said Miss Gold Sandals. "Ahhh, Jesus that's good. She's a hot one. I liked hearing her toss her salad next to me. Oh Jesus."

"Yeah," the stewardess said. "Mmmm. Are you getting close? Uhhhh-h. I am."