Startled into Veevee's arms

Veevee breathed deeply, trying to stay quiet as she stood in her stocking feet before the row of ladies' room stalls, listening to Miss Blue Stockings' and Miss Gold Sandals' orgasmic cries side by side. Miss Blue Stockings had kicked her shoe next to Veevee's toes in her throes of passion. Veevee figured she had a few seconds of grace before she had to stop fingering her own clit.

"MMMmmmm. Yeahhhhh!" Gold Sandals moaned.

"I'd like to lick your sweet, wet, pussy, Ma'am, if you still have time," Miss Blue Stockings said. Two blue-stockinged feet hit the floor, the latch slid back and the door began to open. Caught by surprise, Veevee barely managed to yank her hand from down her white stretch tights before the door swung open.

Veevee's eyes met the startled gaze of the pretty blonde flight attendant from the first class cabin. The stewardess froze in place, not knowing what to do. Veevee took a deep breath and gazed evenly at her.

The blonde flight attendant blushed bright pink under Veevee's steady gaze. While she still wore her uniform cap, blouse, and jacket, her short uniform skirt was tucked up to reveal thigh-high navy blue stockings and a lush tangle of blonde pubic hair over prominent, pink pussy lips. "Uhhh..." she said helplessly.

Veevee smiled at the flight attendant, her visible embarrassment making her all the cuter to Veevee. She put a finger to her lips, then leaned forward, holding her gaze, and whispered to the stunned woman's face, "That was so beautiful. I'm glad I could listen to you like you listened to me."

Taken completely off guard, a shiver went through the pretty blonde's body and she broke flight attendant protocol. She farted audibly in front of a passenger.

Veevee's smile became a broad grin as the woman's embarrassment was compounded.

"Bless you, honeychild!" Miss Gold Sandals said with amusement from behind her door. "I didn't think you had it in you. You want to come lick my honey, little bee? Just a sec, sweet child."

Veevee laughed, leaned an inch forward, and kissed the petite blonde stewardess on the lips. Her arms wrapped around Veevee's body, clutching at the older woman in desperation or relief. Her lips opened, and their moist tongues touched. Veevee's hand cupped the woman's buttocks, and when the younger woman pressed her hips against Veevee, she knew she'd caught her little fish. "I'd love to taste you, beautiful," she said quietly. "Don't worry about anyone else coming, the out of order sign is up." The woman shivered but didn't pull back. Veevee pressed her advantage.

Inside the toilet cubicle, the gold-sandaled woman heard wet kissing sounds and stifled moans where she'd thought the flight attendant had been alone. "Who's that kissing Marlene?" she asked. "You introduce yourself now!" She stood up and reached for the latch of her stall door.