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        - BARBARA AND SAMANTHA-
        -ADVENTURES ON FLIGHT 109-
                         -Part One-
                        by  Ann Douglas


        Barbara looked up at the young blonde as  she walked down the
airplane's aisle, carefully  checking seat numbers.  She looked
frightened and  excited at the same time. Big blue eyes tried
to take  in everything at once as her gaze darted across the
cabin.  Reaching the empty seat next to Barbara, she  checked
the seat number again and then smiled  nervously as she sat
down.
        Barbara guessed her to be about 19 or 20,  probably her first
time away from home.  She wore a  plain white blouse and
matching blue skirt. Watching her read the emergency card in
the  forward pocket, Barbara could only image what she  would
be like when they actually took off.
        "First time?"  Barbara asked.
        "I guess that's pretty obvious."  She
answered. "I'm normally not this uncoordinated."
        "Don't worry about it, I've been flying for  almost twenty
five years now, it gets so I worry  more about crossing midtown
in a cab more than I  do about flying to Los Angeles."
        "Samantha Thomas."  She said as she
extended her hand. "My friends call me Sam."
        "Barbara Logan."  Came the reply. "Nice to  meet you.  Don't
worry, by the time we get to LA  you'll be a veteran."
        "Just don't be surprise if you find me holding  your hand for
support when this thing takes off."  Samantha said.
        Barbara's smile dimmed  just a little. One of  the reasons she
usually took the Redeye from  Newark to LAX was so she could
sleep and arrive  rested for a morning meeting.  Now she began
to  worry that she would be up all night baby-sitting  Sam.
Then, thinking back to her own first flight and  how worried
she was about it, loosing a little sleep  to help Sam didn't
seem too high a price to pay.
        Ten minutes later, the flight attendants had  finished  their
safety speech, one which Sam had  followed with a kean
interest.  The fasten seat belts  light had come on and the
DC-10 took its turn on  the flight line.
        Barbara could feel Samantha tensing up  when the cabin filled
with the roar of the jet's  engines as the pilot brought them
up to full power. As the plane began to rush down the runway,
Barbara reached over and took Samantha's hand in  her own.
        Sam gripped her hand tightly as the wheels  of the jet bumped
once then took to the air. The  night sky filled the small
window, leaving the city  lights quickly behind.
        After about ten minutes of climbing to gain  their cruising
altitude, the seat belt light went off. People then began to
move around the cabin and get  as comfortable as they could.  A
casual look around  her told Barbara that most of her fellow
passengers  intended to sleep their way cross-country.
        "I guess I can let go now."  Barbara said  with a smile.  "We
made it once again."
        "Would you mind terribly if I held on a little  longer?"
Samantha asked.
        "Well, I guess it couldn't hurt."  Barbara  responded. If that
was the most attention she  wanted, then maybe she could get
some sleep after  all.
        With that, the 45 year old woman leaned  back in her seat and
closed her eyes.  Ten minutes  later she was lost in dreamland.
        Roughly two hours later, Barbara woke up,  feeling the call of
nature.  The cabin around her was  dark, except for the
maintenance lights.  Brushing  her hair out of her brown eyes,
she could see that  most of the people around her were
sleeping, the  few who were not sat quietly reading.
        Turning to her left, she saw that Sam was  still wide awake.
Still holding tightly onto her hand.
        "Couldn't sleep?"  Barbara asked.
        "No, I tried but I'm still too scared." Sam  replied.  "I hope
you don't mind my still holding on,  it really does make me
feel better."
        "Well I'm afraid that you're going to have to  let go for at
least a little while, I need to use the  facilities." said the
Redhead.
        "Oh, I'm sorry."  Samantha sputtered and  quickly released her
grip.
        "Don't worry, I'll be right back."  The older  woman said
reassuringly as she rose and started  down the aisle.
        She had gone about six rows when she
turned and saw Samantha right behind her.
        "Figured I should make a stop too."  She  said.
        "Like having a kid sister all over again." Barbara thought,
remembering her days with her  little sister Jill.
        As Barbara exited the bathroom, she decided  to wait for
Samantha.  Standing outside the small  chamber, she noted that
Sam had forgotten to  engage the door lock.  No problem though,
most of  the plane was asleep and she'd stop anyone from
walking in on her.
        Five minutes turned to ten, and Barbara  began to become
concerned.  Could the girl have  gotten sick?  Waiting another
few minutes, she  reached for the door handle and slowly opened
it.
        "Oh my."  She said softly as she looked into  the small
bathroom.
        Samantha sat on the seat, her pink panties  down around her
ankles.  Her head was arched back  and her eyes were tightly
closed.  What had so  surprised Barbara was that the young lady
had three  fingers buried in her pussy and was furiously
masturbating.
Ann Douglas


        Hi  ......  As always, comments are both  appreciated and
encouraged.  Tell me what you liked  about the story and what
you disliked. Don't just say  , "nice story"  or "it stunk"   I
only ask that you reply  by e-mail instead of postings, that
way I'm sure to  get your reaction.  Any and all email will
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        - BARBARA AND SAMANTHA-
        -ADVENTURES ON FLIGHT 109-
                         -Part Two-
                        by  Ann Douglas

        "Excuse me,"  Barbara said as she began to  close the door.
        Samantha eyes popped open and her skin  flushed a  bright red.
        "Oh shit!"  She exclaimed. "I'm so
embarrassed."
        Seeing one of the passengers in the rear seats  sit up in
response to the curse, Barbara reopened the  door and stepped
inside.  The last thing Sam needed  right now was a public
display.
        "Well I guess that's one way to take your  mind off flying."
Barbara said with a grin, trying to  make light of the
incident.
        "I really hadn't intended to do this."  Sam  said.  "I just
started to stroke myself and it felt so  nice.  Pretty soon I
forgot I was on a plane."
        "Then by all means, continue."  Barbara said  as she again
turned to go.
        "Could you still stay with me?"  Sam asked.
        Barbara looked at her reflection in the small  mirror in
amazement.  Never could she had pictured  herself standing in
an aircraft lavatory at 20,000 feet,  watching a girl half her
age play with herself.  Yet  twenty years ago, she could've
been that girl.
        "I'll stay on one condition?"  She answered.
        Samantha answered with a quizzical look.
        "That you let me help."
        The bright smile on Samantha's face was all  the answer she
needed.
        Lifting the girl into a standing position,  Barbara reached
down and slid her index finger into  her pussy.  Finding that
it was  already wet and well  lubricated, she soon added a
second and third finger.  Samantha moaned softly as the sudden
intrusion.
        As her fingers worked their magic within the  young blonde,
Barbara pulled her closer and kissed  her softly.  It was the
first time she had kissed  another woman since college.  She'd
forgotten had  nice it could feel.  Samantha returned the kiss,
 pressing her tongue against Barbara's lips.  The older  woman
took it eagerly as she savored the taste.
        It was a bit awkward at first, but soon their  mouths were
moving as one, while their tongues  performed an erotic dance
from mouth to mouth.  Their hands eagerly explored each other's
body,  fondling cloth covered breasts.  Barbara slid her  hand
within  Sam's blouse and under the cup of her small 32c bra.
Closing on her nipple, she found it  hard to the touch.
        Cramped in the tiny booth, Barbara was  limited in her
options.  Once, a long time ago, one of  her boyfriend had
initiated her into the mile high club  with a frenzied fuck in
the washroom of a 747.  A  feat which would've been impossible
in this smaller  cubicle.
        "I've got an idea." Barbara said as she shifted  positions
with Samantha and took her place over the  commode.
        "Jump up."  She whispered as she helped  Samantha onto the
small vanity sink.
        Sitting down on the seat, Barbara now found  her head level
with Samantha's exposed cunt.  She  reached out with a cum
soaked finger and parted the  light blonde hair.
        "Have you ever had anyone do this for you  before?"  Barbara
asked as she slid the finger back  inside Sam's tunnel.
        "Only once, my boyfriend really didn't like  doing it."  Came
the reply.
        "Then just lean back and enjoy it."  Barbara  responded as she
remove her finger and took a firm  grip on the girl's thighs.

        Pulling her legs as far apart as she could,  Barbara  wasted
no time in diving right in.  It took  only a taste to remind
her of how much she used to  enjoy licking a fiery wet pussy.
        It was hot in the tiny cubicle, and the sharp  smell of flesh
and sweat quickly filled the room. Samantha moaned again and
again as Barbara's  tongue worked it's way deep within her.
The more  the tangy taste of sweat and cum filled her mouth,
the more intense became Barbara's desire to bring  the girl to
a new level of euphoria.
        If her associates back at the law firm of  Brandon, Richards,
Carson and Logan could see her  now.  How many times had they
tried to get into  their newest junior partner's pants only to
be sent  home wanting.  Yet here she was, risking exposure  and
ridicule, sucking the pussy of a 19 yr old girl.
        Finally, Samantha's body tensed and she  gripped the edge of
the vanity with all her might. She trembled with indescribable
ecstasy as a rushing  wave of  girlcum burst upon across
Barbara's  pulsating tongue and open mouth.  Pressing her face
as far within the girl's open valley as she could,  Barbara
swallowed surge upon surge of womanly  joy.  It was like sweat
nectar, bringing with it the  memories of youth.  She made
herself a promise that  it wouldn't be anywhere near as long
before she  tasted it again.
        So intense had been Samantha's eruption,  that Barbara was
unable to swallow all of it. Small  dripping of the precious
fruit of her efforts ran off her chin and  down to her breasts.
 Her mouth and  nose were likewise covered with a sweet film of
 girljuice.
        A few seconds passed before either of them  could speak.
Finally, Samantha managed to catch  her breath and said softly.
        "That was intense!"
        "Intense she says."  Barbara thought to  herself. "If the
girls back in my sorority could cum  like that, I'd have never
even looked at another  man."
        Standing upward, Barbara leaned over and  kissed Samantha
again. Samantha then responded in  kind.  The girl's probing
tongue ran across the older  woman's face, allowing her to
taste the sweat and  cum mixture that covered it.

        "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain  speaking came the
voice over the intercom.  "We'll  be landing at Los Angeles
International in about  fifteen minutes, please return all
seats to an upright  position and make sure your seatbelt is
securely  fastened."
        The two woman cleaned up as fast as they  could, but it was
impossible to eliminate the smell of  sex that clung to both of
them.  Returning to their  seats, they drew several stares from
passenger's as  they moved down the aisle.  All they could do
was  ignore the looks, secure in the knowledge that they  would
never see any of these people again.

        Twenty-five minutes later, they were safely  on the ground and
rolled up to the passenger  terminal.  Sensing that Samantha
was becoming  increasingly  uncomfortable with the roundabout
looks and whispered remarks, Barbara suggested  that she
disembark as soon as the door opened.  She,  herself would
follow her usual practice of waiting  until the plane emptied.
        "I can't believe we did that."  Samantha  whispered.
        "Well now you have something to remember  the next time you
fly."  Barbara whispered back.
        Then with a smile and a wave of her hand,  Samantha was gone.
Barbara was sure she wouldn't  have any trouble flying in the
future.
        The plane quickly emptied and Barbara
simply ignored the occasional look as someone  paused by her
seat.  Finally as she was now one of  the last passengers
onboard, she removed her small  carrybag from the overhead
compartment and  started for the door.
        Waiting at the cabin door was the Senior  Attendant, a black
haired woman of about thirty-  eight.  As each passenger went
by, she gave them  the ritual  farewell.
        "I hope you had and enjoyable flight. Thank  you for flying
with us and hope to see you again real  soon."
        When Barbara reached the door, the
Attendant paused and looked right into her eyes.
        "I guess I don't have to hope that you had a  good flight."
She said with a smile that seemed to  beam brighter than
before.
        Barbara paused for a second, wondering if  she had meant the
remark as sarcasm.  Before she  could think of saying anything,
she felt a business  card being pressed into her hand.
Realizing she was  holding up the few passengers still behind
her, she  exited the plane, holding the card unseen in her
palm.
        It wasn't until she had entered the terminal  and was away
from the last of her fellow passengers  that she paused to look
at the card.  It read; Peggy  Oxenberg......Senior Flight
Attendant....California  Air Express.  Written in red ink
across the back  were the words - I'm staying at the Airport
Inn.  Please give me a call. I'd love to take you to dinner.
        Barbara laughed and was about to toss the  card in the nearby
wastebasket.  Then, she hesitated  for a moment, and instead
slid the small  card into  her pocket.  After all, she would be
going out to  dinner after her meeting either way.  And
anything  was better than eating alone in a strange city.
Besides, Peggy had, she'd noticed, beautiful emerald  green
eyes.

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