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Chapter 52 by whizzper whizzper

Does she have time to chat, or move along to arrival?

She can, but briefly.

Carissa lowered her voice. "And she squirts like a pressure washer."

Jasmine turned pink trying to hold a laugh inside. She managed to turn it into a couple of little coughs.

"Done with your cups?" the flight attendant asked. She collected the empty water cups from Jasmine and Carissa.

"Thanks," Jasmine said.

"That's it till landing," the flight attendant said. "But if you want anything I'm right here."

"You could sit with us and tell us what you'd do for fun in town," Jasmine said. "It's the first time we've been, and the first time for our friend too."

The flight attendant pursed her lips for a moment, placing the cups in the under tray. "Well, I'm not from here either, really. When I have a day or two between flights I usually just stay in my friend Peg's spare room. If you have time she is supposed to meet me for a couple drinks before I catch the redeye to Dallas. She could direct you around better than I. And it would keep her from trying to get me drunk before another shift."

Jasmine nodded, really wondering if the world was that fucking small. This Peg and Kate's friend's sister couldn't be the same person...could it? "Huh, yeah sure so long as we get to Hertz in less than an hour after landing for rental pickup we should be good."

"Darn, then she might succeed. That's fine. Just stay in your seats after we land, make it look like you are attempting to avoid the rush off."

Carissa nodded, then glanced at Jasmine with a subtle grin. She then mouthed Mile High with a raised eyebrow.

Jasmine smirked, "Again? It's been every time we travel together."

"And?" Carissa responded. "It wouldn't take long after that story. I can't contain. I'll owe you a long..." she paused, and lent over, "rim session."

'Okay', Jasmine thought, 'That story did get her bad. And unlike me Carissa isn't as Zen yet.' Jasmine lent over, their heads meeting. "Don't need to twist my arm. You get in first, I'll keep an eye on which lav you get into." She whispered.

Carissa squeezed Jasmine's hand as she undid her seatbelt, her hand shaking in horniness.

Mile High club, or Is Peg Sandy's sister?

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