Another coincidence (Samantha)

9 A.M., Eastern Time, the Friday before, New York.

Samantha Stephens boards the airplane to start her new life. The house has become lonely and too full of memories for her since Darrin passed away. Her children, Tabitha, also a witch but half mortal, and Adam, born without any powers, have both grown up and have families of ther own, leaving Samantha with far too much time on her hands, and memories in her mind. She's bought a small condominium in Los Angeles, large enough to accommodate her children and their families when they visit.

The one thing she's glad about is now she'll be able to cancel the spell she's put on herself for many years. For Darrin's sake, she casted a spell that allowed her to age at the same rate as her mortal husband, for appearances sake. She's had more than enough problems from the Kravitzes over the years and their children still live there.

Tabitha and Adam took her to the airport and stayed with her until her flight was announced. Afer a tearful good bye, she slipped into a public bathroom and cancelled the spell. With a wiggle of her nose, she now looked as youthful as the day she got married, even though she's actually a couple of centuries old. Her main regret is that one spell she can't cast is to extend a mortals life, or else she would have had Darrin live as long as she will.

To match her renewed appearance, came appropriate clothing. A smart looking suit and blouse, the skirt to mid thigh, smiling to herself that she can finally expose her shapely figure and legs.

She boards the plane and finds her seat, making herself comfortable. She's chossen to sit in the rear of the plane to have more privacy. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, saying a silent farewell to her past and eases back into her seat. She knows she can easily just transport herself to her new home, but she has nothing but time on her hands right now. Darrin had provided well for his family before passing on.

The plane takes off and it's an uneventfull flight for a while. She hears feminine giggling, then a hushed whisper from behind her. She edges to the aisle seat and looks back. A couple of seats behind her, and across the aisle, she sees a young couple sitting together. He has a blanket across his lap, but there's movement under it. Sam sits back and smiles to herself, thinking of some of the things her and Darrin used to do.

A short time later, she hears a breathy moan and can't resist looking back again. This time the blanket is higher and the young woman can't be seen, but the lump under the blanket is unmistakable and has to be her head. Sam squirms in her seat as the lump is moving up and down steadily.

It's been 3 years since Darrin passed away and she hasn't had any sex from the time time he first took ill. Watching the young couple is giving her loins a familair tingle, and Sam moves a hand up and down her thigh, her fingers reaching to touch herself through her skirt. Her panties and hose feel restricting, so, with a wiggle of her nose, they are gone, and the conditioned air of the plane feels cool under her skirt.

She's startled by the sound of a male voice and looks up from her seat to see a steward standing by her seat, asking her if she needs anything. He looks to where Samantha was looking a moment ago and smiles.

"They're newlyweds," he explains," guess they can't wait for the honeymoon to start. If it offends you, I'll ask them to stop," he adds.

Samantha smiles, her eyes drifting down to his crotch.

"No, it's okay, I'm not offended. But they are giving me some ideas," she says and raises a hand, brushing it against the steward's crotch.

He jumps at the touch and blushes, looking around quickly to see if anyone saw.

"Umm, Ma'am. We can't... I mean...," he stutters.

"Don't worry, no one will see a thing," Samantha says with a smile.

She wiggles her nose as her fingers slide his zipper down, and she reaches in to pull his rapidly hardening shaft out. He looks around nervously and is amazed that no one's showing any reaction, even though a few passengers are looking directly his way and must see what's going on.

"Just relax, young man, and enjoy it," Samantha says, then rolls her tongue over his cock head.

With her free hand, Samantha hikes up her skirt to reveal her neatly trimmed bush, then reaches to guide the stewards hand between her spreading thighs to her moistened pussy.

She licks at the stewards shaft, feeling it thicken and harden, then slides her lips over the bulbous head. She's uncomfortable with the thought of going all the way, despite it being so long since she's had sex, but decides there's nothing wrong with giving the young man a nice blowjob while he fingers her. She just wants to have someone else get her off instead of having to rely on her own fingers.

Samantha slumps in her seat to get her ass to the edge to give him better access from his standing position. She makes a sound of approval as she feels his fingers gliding up and down her pouty lips, working them apart.

Her lips tighten on his dick when his fingers delve into her juicing slit, a finger brushing over her swelling clit. She hears him moan as she takes him deeper into her mouth, her tongue dancing along his shaft as she sucks. She turns her hand palm up and cups his balls, fondling them as her head moves steadily up and down his cock.

Samantha squirms as his fingers explore her slit slowly, but she's in no mood to be teased. She reaches down to guide his hand, pushing against it as his finger presses against her entrance. He gets the hint and slides his finger into her hot pussy. She grabs his wrist and urges his finger in deep, her inner muscles clamping on it.

Samantha starts to hump his probing finger as she gobbles up his cock, taking all of it into her mouth, her nose in his pubes. She pulls on his nuts, urging him to fuck her mouth, moaning on his cock as his hips start to move. She sucks harder to indicate her urgency, and he responds by moving his finger faster. She releases his wrist and moves her finger to rub at her hardened clit.

She can feel the pressure start to build inside her and she sucks hungrily. Her lips clamp on his cock and she moans as he slips a second finger in. She looks up at him for a moment, then closes her eyes as she sucks even faster and harder, her head meeting his thrusting hips.

She rubs her throbbing clit faster, working it in a tight circle, her hips moving against his thrusting fingers as he plunges them in as deep as he can. She can feel his cock swelling in her mouth and she holds it at its base, sucking wetly on it as she grinds on his fingers.

She feels his cock jerk in her mouth and she knows he's close. She clamps her vaginal muscles hard on his thrusting fingers to intensify her own pleasureable feeling as she rubs her clit faster, feeling the pressure welling up inside her.

The steward groans, his body spasming, and she catches the first eruption of his load. She swallows it down and keeps her lips tight on his shaft, wanting more. His fingers ram deep into her and she pulls and lightly pinches her clit, feeling the first wave of her orgasm coming on. Her vaginal muscles clamp hard on his buried fingers and she moans on his cock, her supple body quivering as the pleasureable sensations sweep up through her body.

Samantha nurses on his cock, draining it as her juices coat his fingers. Her hips stop their gyrations and she pushes lightly on his hand. He slowly withdraws his fingers as she sucks the last remaining remnants from his now softening cock. She lets his wet shaft slide out of her mouth and smiles up at him, whispering a thank you.

Samantha smooths out her skirt, blushing a bit as she gave in to her urges. She can tell by the look on his face that he wants even more, but she got what she wanted from him.

With a wiggle of her nose, his cock is back into his zipped pants, and he smiles down at her, asking if she needs anything, them act and memory of it wiped from his mind, but not from hers as she smiles up at him.

The plane has landed and Samantha stand by the luggage carousel, when a hand taps her arm. She looks to see a lovely, smiling face beside her.

"Hi. Are you Samantha Stephens? I'm Patricia Evans," she smiles.

"Hi, I'm glad you made it but it really wasn't neccessary," Samantha smiles.

"It's okay. Like I told you over the phone, I'm here to meet my younger sister anyway, and as your real estate agent here, I thought it would be appropriate to take you right to your new condominium, just to make sure everything's okay.All the boxes of your things that you sent ahead have arrived safely and I took the liberty of putting them in the rooms you maked on the boxes. Just call it customer service," Patricia says with a warm smile," And please call me Patty."

They chat amiably as they wait for Samantha's luggage, and Patty offers to help as they come around, when they hear a sudden squeal. They both look to see 2 women approaching, arms intertwined. As they get closer, the younger of the 2 breaks away with her arms open wide.

"Patty!" the younger one squeals again and the 2 embrace.

"I want you to meet someone I met on the plane. This is Jeannie. She's a riot!" the younger one says, pointing to the other woman. " And this is my oldest sister Patty."

"This is Samantha. My sister Nancy," Patty introduces.

They gather up Samantha's things and go to wait for Jeannie and Nancy's luggage, the 2 sisters giggling and chatting to each other, and Jeannie and Sam getting aquainted. Their luggage comes around and collected. Patty asks Jeannie where she's staying and, after being told the address, announces that it's on the way to Samantha's and she'll be happy to give her a ride, her SUV being large enough to carry everyone's luggage.

11 A.M. Pacific time, Saturday.

Samantha's been up fot a while getting her things unpacked, some of which she did magically, but some, her very personal momento's, she unpacked lovingly by hand. She decides to take a break and turns on the tv, silently thanking Patty for having the foresight to have that and her phone hooked up before she arrived. She flips to a news channel to see what's going on and her eyes go wide as a photo is flashed on the screen og a woman just found dead. She instantly recognizes Patty's lovely face, and writes down the number to call that flashes on the screen to give any information she has to try to help. A sudden thought enters her mind.

"What about her sister Nancy?"