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First Class - Part 2

Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 10, Source: LushStories

loaded, Air Marshall?” she asked, smirking a little bit but unable to help herself. “I don’t recall, ma’am,” Spike replied, his arms still held out to the sides. “But you’re welcome to check.” Smiling as if this was the invitation she had been angling for, Celeste dropped the stern attitude again and stepped close to Spike, biting her lower lip in anticipation. Holding her right palm to his muscular stomach, she slipped her fingertips beneath the waistband of his shorts and stopped momentarily, as if giving him an opportunity to back out. Spike merely held her gaze and smiled back. Celeste didn’t hesitate any longer; Bob watched as she delved lower, a big grin started to spread across her face and then stopped. “Oh, Jesus Christ,” she breathed, her grin melted into a wide “O” of shock and her eyes bulged as she stared at Spike. Celeste took a moment during which Bob could hear her breathing heavily and then “I’m sorry to have detained you, Sir,” she whispered, removing her hand from Spike’s shorts. “You may …,” she stopped to clear her throat. “We’re glad to have you on board. You may keep that on the aircraft,” she continued and then, catching his eye meaningfully and placing a hand on his chest. “But please be very careful if you need to use that thing,” she swallowed hard. “I wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.” “Careful is my middle name,” Spike smiled. Collecting his clothes, Celeste led Spike to seat 1A across the aisle from Bob and repeated Vicky’s act of stowing his ... clothes overhead. Never to be outdone, she stood very close to Spike and gave her bottom a wiggle to make the mini-dress ride a bit higher. Barely half a metre from Bob’s face, Celeste’s legs were slightly apart and he could see moist pink folds of her opening between the soft curves of her smooth labia. He felt a moment of confused lust: part of him – the testosterone-fuelled animal part – wanted to tear off his pants and plunge his cock into the silky depths of Celeste’s pussy; another part - and this part was not just sexual, but transcended sex - was drawn instead to Vicky in a way that he didn’t completely understand. Vicky caught him looking and Bob thought he saw a flash of jealousy in her expression, however a moment later she smiled and winked at him before walking off to the front of the cabin with Celeste following, swaying her hips provocatively and tugging at her hem back down to cover her bottom. Bob and Spike exchanged excited glances. Spike – wearing just his boxer shorts - pointed at Bob’s pants and made a “lose them” gesture with his thumb. Bob judged this to be sound advice and quickly removed them so that he was now dressed only in a pair of lycra trunks. Bob heard some muted giggles from the front and moment later Vicky came out and passed them each a glass of champagne; presumably from the bottle Celeste sneaked out of the pub. “Compliments of the house, gentlemen,” she said, and then turned on her heel and walked back behind the bulkhead at the front. ...