Yet another coincidence (Jeannie)

8 A.M. Eastern Time, the Friday before, Florida.

Tony Nelson Jr. drives the car expertly into the airport terminal, smiling at his mother, Jeannie. She smiles back, seeing her husband's face in their son. Tony Sr. passed about a year ago and Jeannie decided it was time to move on and enjoy her new found freedom.

Tony Nelson had found the bottle she was imprisoned in on a beach many years ago and according to the customs of the Djinn, of which she is one, the posessor of the bottle is her master. That's what Tony was in the beginning, but they feel in love and married and she begat Tony Jr.. Unknown to anyone, not even to Tony's best friend Roger Healey, Jeannie made a secret trip to the funeral home and placed the bottle into the coffin to be buried with her master and husband. So, unless his grave is robbed or someone figures out what she did, she will never have a master again.

As much as she loves her son, the world is wide and she now can explore it at her leisure. She's head so much about California and Hollywood, that she wants to live there a while, so she bought a small apartment in Los Angeles. She knows she can just blink and be there in a flash, but knows there is no hurry, and Tony loved to fly, so, as a last present to his memory, she decided to fly as mortals do. He would have liked that.

Tony Jr. checks her luggage in and guides her to the right terminal, remembering that sometimes she wasn't too good with directions and took things too literally at times. He had taken care of everything for her move, sending boxes ahead and making sure her phone and tv were already hooked up for her arrival. They hold hands as they sit and wait for the flight to be announced, and when it finally is, they hug tightly and say a tearful good bye.

She has changed her appearance over the years, wanting to age as Tony did to allay any suspicions. That was his idea and after reminding him for the umpteenth time that he had to make it in the form of a wish, she granted it to him.

But now that he had passed on, she was no longer bound to it, but kept it until she had boarded the plane. She asked a stewardess where the bathroom was and once inside,... "blink"... she looked the same as the day she was found by Tony on that deserted island beach. With another blink, her clothing changed as well, being a bit of a hedonist from her many years as a Djinn, her attire was somewhat revealing. A mini skirt and tight blouse with enough buttons undone to reveal some cleavage, and a jacket to match her blouse. One thing she got to enjoy while living as a mortal was shopping and saw the outfit she had on in a catalogue. One last blink to attach a pair of 5" heels to her feet and she stepped out of the bathroom.

There were some confused looks as no one remebered her going in, since quite a few of the men thought to themselves that she sure would have noticed her earlier. She looks at her ticket to find her seat and ends up standing by a pair of seats where a young woman is already sitting.

"Excuse me, but I believe my seat is here," she says to the young lady.

She smiles back at her and nods, taking her light jacket off the seat for Jeannie to sit. Jeannie looks a bit confused and the young woman asks to see her ticket. She smiles as she explains that she has the aisle seat by showing her the number and letter. Jeannie finally understands and smiles her thanks as she sits down.

"First time flying?" the young woman asks.

"In a plane.. yes," Jeannie answers, to the young woman's confusion, then she giggles.

"That was a joke, right?" the woman laughs. "That was a good one. I'm Nancy Evans, but everyone calls me Nan," she smiles.

"I am Jeannie, and that is what everyone calls me," she replies as Nan giggles.

"I think this is gonna be a fun trip. You're funny," Nan laughs and Jeannie laughs with her, but not totally sure why as her answers were honest ones.

"I'm meeting my big sister in L.A. She's in real estate and I'mm going to stay with her for a while. Might even try my hand at being an actress," Nan giggles.

"I am moving to live in Los Angeles. My Mast.. ahh..husband has passed away and I want to get away for a while," Jeannie tells her.

"I'm so sorry. I'll leave you alone, if you like. I tend to get kinda chatty at times and I wouldn't want to be a bother," Nancy says.

"Oh, it is all right. It's been just over a year, and I'm okay," Jeannie smiles at the lovely young woman.

Nancy returns her smile and they become friends during the flight. They chat about all kinds of thing and Jeannie notices her glancing across the aisle. The flight is almost over and Jeannie just has to ask what had Nancy's attention.

"Well, I wasn't sure I was going to say anything, but, since you asked," Nancy begins with a giggle," that guy over there has been checking you out the entire flight."

"Checking me out?" Jeannie asked with a confused look, wondering what she meant.

"You know, looking your body over, probably fantasizing," Nancy giggles.

"Fantasizing? About me?" Jeannie asks, her eyes wide and she looks over at the young man across the aisle, and sure enough, he's looking at her and not trying to hide it, smiling as she looks, his eyes openly wandering.

"Oh my, what should I do?" Jeannie asks.

" Well, I guess that would depend on what you want," Nancy answers. "If it was me he was looking at, well..." Nancy pauses and giggles, " I might want to join the mile high club."

"The what?" Jeannie asks and Nancy giggles.

"Come on Jeannie! You're joking again, right? Don't tell me you've never heard of it," and her eyes widen in surprise as Jeannie shakes her head no.

"Well," Nancy says quietly as she leans closer so as not to be overheard," It's when you have sex on an airplane during a flight.

Jeannie gasps, her eyes widening and she blushes, looking from Nancy to the young man across the aisle and back again. An announcenemt comes over the loudspeaker saying that they should be landing at L.A.X. within about a half hour. Jeannie unconciously licks her full lips at the thought of it, since it has been a god year since she's had any sex.

"Are there a lot of members in this club?" Jeannie asks innocently, as usual, taking things a bit too literally.

Nancy laughs." It's not really a club, club, you know. It's just what they call it when they do it on a plane.

"Oh. Okay. So there is no membership requirements?" Jeannie's question making Nancy laugh.

"No. You just have to be horny enough to do it," Nan giggles in a hushed whisper.

Jeannie looks back at the smiling young man across the aisle. Their eyes meet and he and he runs his tongue along his lips in an obvious invitation. She feels Nan's hand on her arm and turns to look at her.

"You're thinking about it, aren't you? Nancy asks with a giggle and Jeannie blushes. " I didn't think you'd be interested considering... you know, now being a widow."

"It has been a year now," Jeannie blushes, then leans to whisper to Nancy, "How does one.. ahh.. get a membership?"

"Are you serious?" Nan asks with a giggle, actually surprised.

Jeannie looks back at the young man and smiles, then back to Nancy, nodding.

"Cool. Look Jeannie, we'll be landing soon so there isn't much time. You're SURE you want to try it?" Nan asks and Jeannie nods.

Nancy giggles, " I knew you'd be fun. I wish I'd known earlier 'cause all you're gonna get is a quickie. Umm, how do you like to do it? Facing or from behind?"

Jeannie remembers that Tony really enjoyed making love to her face to face and isn't sure she's ready to do it that way with anyone else yet so she tells Nancy that she'd like it from behind, another position Tony liked, but at least she can imagine it's him and not have to see a different face. Nancy gives Jeannie's figure a quick once over and smiles.

'Wish I could watch but there isn't enough time and we'd be caught for sure. So, here's what we do. You go to the bathroom, push your panties down, lift your skirt up and keep your back to the door. I'll send him back to you in a minute. make sure the door is open a bit, okay?" Nancy instructs and Jeannie, surprised that it's so simple.

Jeannie gets up and does as Nan told her to, pushing her panties and hose down. She can feel her excitement as her mound is bared. She hikes her short skirt up around her waist and stands with her feet apart, She looks back over her shoulder to make sure the door is ajar. She can feel herself moistening just at the thought of what's about to happen and reaches down to her blonde haired pussy, caressing the soft, trimmed curls.

She jumps a bit at the sound of the door opening behind her, the anticipation building as she hears the door close and lock. Her breath catches as she feels a hand slip between her shapely thighs, a finger moving between her pouty lips. She licks her lips as the finger presses against her entrance, massaging the opening as she hears the sound of a zipper.The finger presses a bit more, slipping into her moist hole and she bends slightly to push back against it.

'Put your hands against the wall," she hears a male voice say and she does so, squirming as the finger slides deeper, then starts to move in and out."You've got a great pussy. Already hot and wet."

The finger slides out and Jeannie feels the hot, smooth head of a cock rub against her firm cheeks, then against her full, shapely thighs, slipping between them. She wiggles her rear as the nameless dick rubs against her pussy and she can feel the heat from the bloated head as it presses against her awaiting channel.

Jeannie breathes in deeply as the young man pushes and she can feel her vagina opening to accept his cock. She lets out a soft moan as the head pushes into her.
His hands grip her hips as his shaft moves in and out, probing deeper with every stroke. Her feet spread wider for better balance and she pushes back.

"We don't have much time," Jeannie hears him say as he pulls back on her hips.

She nods in acknowledgement and pushes back on him. She gasps as he thrusts deeply and starts to spear his cock in and out, picking up the pace. She pushes back to meet his thrusts, her vaginal musceles tightening, smiling at the sound of his moan.

"Oh Man," he groans," what a pussy you've got." His hands slide up under her arms to cup and knead her full, firm breasts. "I wish I'd made a move earlier. I'd have loved to fuck you nice and slow.

Jeannie smiles at the intended compliment as she feels him going even faster. She thinks that she would have liked that to have happened too, and is very tempted to grant his wish, but the feeling of having a man inside her again after so long is all she really wanted.

She clamps her vaginal muscles on his thrusting member and she feels him shudder at the feeling. He presses against her back, bending her over even more and starts to piston his cock in and out with shorter, faster thrusts.

Jeannie reaches down, her fingers manipulating her stiffened clit, rubbing it, gently pinching and pulling on the swollen nub. He's grunting in her ears as he thrusts hard and fast. She can feel his cock start to swell in her tightened channel and knows he's close. She fondles her clit faster, enjoying the sensations going through her body.

He groans breathily as he rears back and rams his dick deep inside her, his load shooting into her. Jeannie closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling of a cock emptying it's load into her. It's been a while since she's felt that and just concentrates on that feeling of a cock pulsing and spurting inside her until it starts to soften with the last of his cum.

He whispers a hoarse thank you and eases his softened dick out of her. She doesn't turn around, staying as she is until she hears him leave. She can feel some of his cum running down her inner thigh and reaches down to scoop some onto a finger. She's always liked that taste and sometimes met Tony at the door, dropping to her knees as soon as he got home to help relieve the day's stress for him.

Jeannie finally straightens up and hikes up her skirt in front to look down at herself, smiling at the mess. She lets her skirt drop, and reaches out. She slaps her hands to the opposite elbows and blinks, and every last drop of the anonymous man's load is gone. She pulls up her panties and hose and straightens out her clothing to return to her seat.

"Have fun?" Nan says with a knowing smile and she giggles as Jeannie blushes.

They finished just in time as an announcement comes over the speakers that they are on final approach to the airport and the "Fasten Seat Belts" sign comes on. After an uneventful landing, the 2 stay together as they enter the terminal.

Nancy's eyes suddenly go wide and she let's out a squeal. "There's my sister!" she announces and starts to wave frantically. "Come on, I want you to meet her. Maybe you can loosen her up some," Nan adds with a giggle and a wink, making Jeannie blush.

"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.

Jeannie has been puttering around her new apartment, rearranging her furniture by blinking and having the furniture move itself. She finally settles on her decor and decides to see what's happening in her new city. She turns on the tv and selects a news channel.

Her eyes widen as a photo appears and she recognizes it right away as being Patty, Nancy's sister. She suudenly worries about Nan and wonders if she knows. She jots down a number flashing on the screen and picks up the phone to call Tony Jr., asking his advice on what to do.