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First Class - Part 2

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

train-wreck of her make-up. A quick touch-up was in order and she thought that if she was careful standing up then she could get out and back without waking him. She wondered why she couldn’t hear Celeste and Spike and figured that they must have finished fucking. She felt a little pang of jealousy but ignored it and concentrated on getting herself tidied up and back into Bob’s arms. Levering herself carefully out of the reclined First Class seat, she pulled down her uniform from where it had bunched up at her hips and took a moment to touch herself, feeling the wonderful smoothness of her freshly shaved labia, now hot and engorged again from the sweet and sexy dreams that followed her last waking thoughts. She pulled back the privacy curtain and was surprised to see Celeste in the seat opposite, alone and half reclined, still in her uniform and sipping a glass of champagne. Far from being hot and sweaty from her sexual exertions, she was still inexplicably immaculate; her makeup perfect and red hair still tucked neatly up beneath the pillbox hat. Vicky put a finger to her lips so that Celeste wouldn’t wake Bob and beckoned her down to the front of the cabin to talk quietly. “Where’s Spike?” she whispered. “Gone,” she said. “We peeked in at you guys when we were done and you were both asleep, so I told him to grab a cab and I would clean up and get you guys back to our hotel room.” “Oh,” Vicky said uncertainly. This was kind of good news; she wasn’t adventurous enough for ... an orgy, and it seemed like such good fortune that she was now alone with Bob and Celeste … but the thought of Celeste’s pussy – stretched and spent from her sex with Spike – wasn’t very appealing. “Soooo,” Vicky thought out loud. “Do we …? What do you …?” She didn’t know how to do this. “How was it with Spike?” Holy crap! Where did that come from? “It wasn’t,” Celeste replied candidly. “I chickened out.” She held up her hand with the thumb and forefinger circled like an OK sign but not touching, suggesting something about the size of a police baton. Vicky realised Celeste was showing her the size of Spike’s cock. “No way!” she gasped, eyes boggling at the thought of a shaft that big entering her pussy. “Yes way!” Celested affirmed, giggling at Vicky’s reaction. “It was okay at the tip, but it was at least that thick at the base. I’ll suck it, but I won’t sit on it.” “Oh my God!” Vicky shivered, wondering what it would feel like. “You’d walk like a cowboy for a week.” “I know,” Celeste laughed. “Just give me the hot dog; I don’t want the whole bun!” “Mmmm!” Vicky agreed, although she wasn’t completely sure that she did agree. “Like Bo-…” she clapped her hand over her mouth, surprising herself with her indiscretion. Maybe it was a Freudian slip; it had just occurred to her that neither of them had had sex yet, and the thought of Celeste’s pussy, still fresh and tight and sweet, was sending little tingles of excitement through her groin. She wished she had a cock of her own, ...