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Subject: {ASSM} Flight {Robin Curious} (F solo)
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This was originally written during National Masturbation month, but it
has taken me a while to get back to editing it.  I hope you enjoy!

Warning:  This story contains graphic description of sexual activity
involving consenting adults.  If you shouldn't be reading this, don't.
 If you are of age and reading this sort of thing is legal whereever
you happen to be, I hope you  enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed
writing it.

All of the characters depicted are fictional.  Any resemblance to you
or anyone you know is entirely coincidental.

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Flight (Robin and Julie Part 2) by Robin Curious
(F solo)
(c) 2004, by robincurious

Robin stretched uncomfortably in her seat as she stared out the small
window at the gray-blue expanse of ocean.  It had taken threats and
blackmail to get her here - that and the money she had planned to
spend on new furniture for her apartment.  Her boss had been less than
understanding.  She had not had a real vacation in five years and had
enough leave time accumulated to take almost two months off, even
after the time she had taken to deal with her divorce.  She had asked
for two weeks and the bastard had told her that they simply couldn't
spare her just then.  A long weekend would have to do.  Same old shit.
 Her threat to quit had no impact, even when she had pointed out that
she no longer had any ties to the area.  Programmers were marketable,
she pointed out.  He was unfazed.  When he remained firm, she
calculated the payoff the company would owe her for her accumulated
leave time and drafted her letter of resignation.  She got four weeks.

Then came passport and shots and an ecstatic call to Julie in
Barcelona, shopping for new clothes, packing.  And now she was stuffed
like a sardine in a titanium tin soaring over the Atlantic.  She had
requested the window seat and was now regretting it.  Every time she
had to pee she had to climb over the two people next to her.  The
woman in the middle seat, a buyer for a catalog store in San
Francisco, was nice enough.  She had learned shortly after takeoff
that Madeline, who was stunningly attractive, was a former model.  She
was perhaps in her early forties with some streaks of gray
highlighting her long, dark hair, which was pulled back into a
youthful ponytail.  She was dressed simply in a plain cotton blouse
with the sleeves rolled and a long mid-calf skirt.  Along with her
model's build, though, came model's legs, overly long and inclined to
encroach on her own leg space - particularly with Phil on the other
side.

Phil was a lech.  Robin had no idea what he did beyond ogling her ass
every time she squeezed past him and craning his neck to get a peak
inside Madeline's blouse.  He resembled an overgrown middle-aged
gnome: bearded, short, and slender but grown stout about the middle. 
Plenty of room on that side for Madeline's legs, but given the gnome's
roaming eye Robin grudgingly conceded Madeline the space she needed on
her side.  She watched Madeline now, wriggling in her seat to try to
get her skirt adjusted.  Robin congratulated herself on having had the
good sense to wear jeans and a sweatshirt.

Robin watched the sea go by, ate the Lean Cuisine calibre dinner
(feeling right at home) and then watched the sky darken.  The steward
had pulled out the pillows and blankets and they all settled in to
sleep as best they could.  Next to her Madeline dozed fitfully while
the gnome leered.  Robin thought about Julie - beautiful Julie - who
had everything arranged.  A driver to meet her at the airport, a room
in a good hotel.

Robin wasn't aware that she had dozed off, but she woke up
disoriented.  She could see a light through her bedroom door,
something she must have left on in her living room.  She got out of
bed, pushing her hair out of her sleepy eyes, and padded into the
hall.  She felt a slight chill and realized with some surprise that
she wasn't wearing her usual sleep t-shirt but was naked.  She turned
to go back into her room to retrieve it, walking back down the hall
into the darkness - into a much too long, much too dark hall.  She
stopped, confused.  Reaching her hand into the darkness, she felt
another hand grasp hers.  The hand was soft, obviously feminine, but
was strong.  Feeling no alarm at the unknown woman in the dark, Robin
let herself be led forward.  Gradually the darkness grew lighter and
Robin began to make out the woman ahead of her.  She was tall and
slender, her dark hair pulled back in a loose bun.  She was wearing an
elegant black cocktail dress, very short, very chic, showing smooth
muscular shoulders and long slender legs made longer by strappy black
heels.  The woman turned and Robin looked into her gentle eyes. 
Pearls, almost luminous in the dim light, gleamed around the woman's
graceful neck and at her ears.

"What . . .?"  Robin began.  The woman held a finger to her lips.  She
held out both her hands and Robin placed her hands in them.  She felt
something soft on her wrists and the woman lifted her arms, fastening
her to an unseen ceiling, soft leather holding her wrists firmly but
comfortably.  Robin looked admiringly at the tall, strong woman.  The
woman stroked her cheek gently and kissed her lightly on the lips.  A
moment later she was joined by a man dressed in a tuxedo.  He was as
gorgeous as she was, his face tanned, his body obviously muscular
under the tux.  He stroked her cheek gently as well, the woman moving
behind Robin, her hand sliding from Robin's shoulder down her back to
caress her buttocks.  Another woman, also brunette, appeared from
somewhere behind her.  She was dressed in a long black gown cut
dangerously low, diamonds glittering on her earrings and on the
pendant hanging between her breasts. She too, caressed Robin's cheek
and kissed her while the man caressed her side and cupped her breast.

Strangely, Robin felt no fear or embarassment, only a rising
excitement, a delicious feeling of arousal.  Another man appeared,
also caressing and kissing her, then another woman until Robin lost
track of the number of people touching her.  Hands softly teased her
breasts, cupped her bottom, slid up and down her thighs.  Long
fingernails traced the crease of her thigh and ran through the curls
between her legs.  Robin tried pressing her body into the hands, tried
giving herself to them, but they continued teasing, caressing lightly.
 Then along with the many hands she felt breasts pressed against her
back, sliding to her side, against her arm.  Looking to the side, she
glimpsed diamond earrings as the woman brought her face around to kiss
her, her full breasts pressing against Robin's.  The diamond pendant
was scratchy in the valley formed by their breasts.  Something hard
and hot pressed against her bottom and rubbed across her side.  Robin
glanced down to see firm abdominal muscles and a large hard cock, the
tip now tracing over her belly leaving a glistening trail.  Pearls
drifted into her field of vision and Robin felt small firm breasts
pressed against hers and soft scratchy hair against her hip.  The
naked bodies pressing against her were undulating now, the woman with
the pearls kissing her passionately on the lips and looking into her
eyes, at the same time rubbing her pussy against her hip.  Robin felt
the moistness on her hip from the woman's excitement, and on the other
side felt the man's cock pressed against her while another cock found
the crease of her ass and rubbed gently along the length of it.  More
hands touched her everywhere.

Robin felt on the verge of exploding, her breasts aching, her pussy on
fire.  She longed for someone to really make love to her.  "Please,"
she thought, willing them to understand, "please make love to me!"

She said it again.  "Please fuck me," she whispered.  "Please?"

The people were touching each other now, and the hands stopped
touching her one by one until only the woman in the pearls remained,
her pussy sliding moistly up and down her hip and her hard nipples
pressed against her side.  She stopped and with a regretful look
stepped back.  She cupped one of her own small breasts as she stood in
front of Robin, massaging her own pussy with the other hand.  Robin
groaned, her hips rocking as she watched the woman touching herself
the way she so desperately wanted to be touched.

And then she felt her hands released, and she turned to see Julie,
beautiful Julie!  Robin threw her arms around her and Julie kissed her
deeply.  They were both naked and they laid down on a bed that Robin
had not noticed before.  Robin ran her hands over Julie's breasts,
lowering her mouth to find a nipple.  She slid her hands over Julie's
taut stomach, fingers combing through her pubic hair, and then she
took Julie's erection in her hand, stroking it gently.  It took a
moment before the incongruity hit her.  She sat up with a start.

"It's OK, Rob," Juie said softly, drawing Robin's head back down to
her breast with one hand while the other guided Robin's hand back to
her cock.  Robin squeezed it in her hand, then fondled the balls,
traced the edges of the very real cock, finding no seam, no harness. 
Kissing her way down Julie's stomach, she kissed the tip of her cock,
licking the head and down the shaft before taking it into her mouth. 
It tasted exactly like Julie's pussy, she realized as she swirled her
tongue around the silky hardness in her mouth.  Julie moaned.  Robin
felt another pair of hands behind caressing her back and gasped as
they reached around to fondle her breasts, pulling her upright.  Robin
reluctantly released the cock and turned to see . . . Julie.  Two
Julies!  The Julie behind her guided her and Robin lifted her leg to
straddle the first Julie who was still lying on the bed. Julie-2
reached between Robin's legs to hold Julie cock upright, then guided
it inside Robin who gasped as it entered her. Julie-2 was at her side
now and they kissed. Robin caressed the other Julie's ass, sliding her
hand over her moist pussy, finding comfort in its folds as she felt
the first Julie's nice thick cock filling her.

Then Julie-2 was lying on the bed, two Julies side by side.  Robin
smiled, gazing at the two lovingly as she rode up and down on the
delicious erection inside her. She watched, smiling as Julie-2 spread
her legs, but her smile faded as a man approached and knelt beteen
them.  Robin felt surge of anger and jealousy growing to a rage as the
man guided his cock into Julie's pussy.  "No!" Robin shouted, and she
tried to get up, but the first Julie held her, her cock still deep
inside.  The strange man turned to Robin and smiled a smile that said
everything was as it should be and Robin saw his face - her own face! 
It was sturdier, more masculine, but plainly her own.  "Robin,"
Julie-2 called, and he turned back to her.  Robin looked down at her
own Julie who pulled her head down into a warm wet kiss while she
pushed her cock deep up inside her.  Glancing back at the couple next
to her she saw Julie pushing up against her lover, watched him -
watched herself - driving deep inside her.  Robin felt her head spin
in confusion, not sure of who was who anymore, but deliciously aware
of her own arousal, her own need for release.  But Julie seemed to be
fading, her cock no longer filled her.  Robin turned back to the other
Julie, the other Robin, but they too were fading. Then she became
aware of a low humming sound and realized that she was not alone, that
there were other people around her in the semi-darkness, some engaged
in oral sex, others intercourse.  Alone in the bed now, Robin watched
the shadowy figures, wanting to touch herself but finding herself
paralyzed.  Then, abruptly, they faded as well.

Robin blinked and felt her cramped muscles and the hardness of the
bulkhead wall next to her.  Her heart racing, she shifted positions
and felt the stickiness between her thighs.  Her forearm brushed her
breast and a tremor ran through her.  "Oh, God!" she gasped - not
audibly she hoped.  There was no way she could make it to the bathroom
across the two sleeping people next to her, but her body was arguing
with her most persuasively, insistently, and ultimately convincingly. 
Steeling a glance at her sleeping neighbor, she unfastended the button
on her jeans under the blanket and managed to slide her right hand
inside, the zipper spreading agreeably on its own to accommodate.  Her
hand snaked under her panties to find warm moistness.  This time she
knew her moan wasn't audible, but stifled to just a sigh as her
fingers slid over a very wet, very hot clit.  She rubbed in a circle,
feeling it wouldn't take long now.  Her other hand squeezed her breast
through her sweatshirt and bra, managing to make her nipple happy
despite the two layers of fabric.  Around and around the fingers of
the other hand swirled until . . .

When the sparks stopped sparking and her muscles unclenched, Robin
eased her hand out of her jeans and buttoned up, gently easing up the
zipper.  As her heart rate began to slow, she rolled onto her back.

"I never thought of that before," Madeline said softly, with a smile. 
Robin felt her entire body blush.  "What a fantastic way to pass the
time."  Getting no response she continued.  "I kept lookout for you. 
You were moving a lot in your sleep, you know."  Robin felt the blush
deepen.  Madeline continued her monologue as Robin shrank in her
shame.  "You know, it's been years since I've done that.  I'm just so
busy these days and my husband is really very attentive, but on trips
like these...  Say, Robin..."  The woman was looking quizzically at
her.  "Lying next to you here, with you squirming and breathing
heavily has me a bit... on edge, if you know what I mean."

"I think I do," Robin whispered, finding her voice.  She was NOT doing
anything with this woman. No way, no matter how sexy she was.  She was
going to see Julie.

"Stand lookout for me?" she asked with a wink.

"What?"

"Watch the gnome.  Nudge me if he wakes up or if someone comes by,
OK?"

Relieved, Robin agreed.  With some shifting the woman positioned
herself under her blanket.  Her breathing deepened and Robin, trying
not to look, saw the blanket start to softly undulate.  Glancing at
Madeline's face, Robin saw her concentration, her eyes clamped shut,
her lips parted.  Madeline shifted her body again, drawing a leg up,
but it ran into Robin's leg.  Madeline's eyes popped open.  "Shit!"

"It's OK," Robin said.  Madeline brought her leg back up, bringing it
over Robin's thigh.  The blanket slid back slightly revealing
Madeline's slender, tan, muscular leg, so much like Julie's. Robin
could feel Madeline's leg tensing and relaxing in rhythm with the
movement of the blanket as she kept watch on the gnome.  Robin
unconsciously rested her hand on the older woman's knee as she glanced
back and forth between the sleeping gnome and Madeline's look of
intense concentration as she pleasured herself.  Madeline's blanket
was wriggling furiously now, the muscles in her thigh tensing and then
it hit. Madeline's eyes popped open and she looked into Robin's eyes,
her lips parting with a gasp.  Then Madeline's face contorted in a
grimace of pleasure and her eyes rolled back in her head.  She came
silently, her hand still working between her legs and her thigh
drawing up across Robin's lap and becoming rigid as her body shook. 
Slowly Madeline's movements subsided until she lay limp, only her
ragged breathing remaining.

After a few moments her eyes popped open and she smiled.  "Thanks,"
she whispered.  "I think I needed that."  Robin realized that her hand
had slid to Madeline's thigh and quickly removed it, embarrassed by
that small intimacy despite what they had both just done.  Madeline
shifted her legs and readjusted herself in her seat, wriggling to
straighten her bunched up skirt.  Robin caught her sweet musky scent
and wondered if Madeline could smell her scent as well.  Madeline
looked at Robin and laughed.  "I can't believe I did that!" she
whispered.  Robin found herself laughing with her.  "It's a first for
me too," she whispered back.  After an awkward silence, they both
fluffed their pillows and shifted into more comfortable positions,
smiling contentedly at each other.  Then, lulled by the drone of the
engines, they drifted back to sleep, legs comfortably intertwined.

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Feedback is welcome, send comments to [despammed] robincurious at
hotmail dot com.

You can read my other stories at 
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Robin_Curious

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