She does you (and Laura) a favor

I continued playing with Stacy's breasts while fondling the girl on my lap.

But I was going to need more. All the sexting with Laura really riled me up, and my calm composure started to melt under the influence of my raging hard-on, which pushed my shorts into Laura's squashy ass.

"Laura, dear," I said gently. "Are you having fun?"

In response to my question, Laura grabbed my hand and pressed it against her dripping wet pussy. All the edging in the bathroom had done a number on the commando beauty.

"Then let's see what we can do about that," I smiled. "Stacy, Laura has been very obedient, and I think she really needs some release. Please masturbate her."

Stacy's eyes went wide with surprise. I could see her calculating her situation and, I'd bet anything, thinking of this as license to do something she'd wanted to do all along anyway. Slowly, tentatively, she reached toward Laura's thighs and slipped her hand underneath her skirt.

I could feel the pulsations on my lap as Stacy finger-fucked Laura, who was now leaning back into my chest and breathing heavily. I moved my attention to Laura's breasts, which I massaged under her shirt, and I ground her ass with my rock-hard cock while Stacy pleasured her pussy.

Unsurprisingly, it didn't take long for Laura to climax, letting out a long, low moan that caused her friends--who were obviously watching the whole spectacle--to hoot and holler.

The athletes' outburst snapped Laura back to reality, and she blushed furiously. "My dear, I think we may get company in a moment," I whispered. "How about you go take Stacy's seat for a few minutes?"

Laura nodded, pulled herself together, and removed herself from my lap.

"I think you should put those away," I said to Stacy, nodding at her breasts. She quickly covered herself. "And you'll need to get rid of any trace of what just happened. So please lick your fingers clean."

Stacy ruffled her nose at me but did as she was told.

And not a moment too soon. A stern flight attendant hurried to our section of the plane and berated the teammates for making such a ruckus. "I'm sorry, sir," she said to me. "Sometimes we just can't control these college kids."

I shrugged and smiled. "Yeah, I guess not."

I looked at Stacy and winked.