Flowers

When Del won third prize in the state lottery, he realized that the money 
wasn't really enough to bother saving or investing in anything really 
worthwhile; he decided, instead, to spend it fulfilling some exotic 
fantasy. His life had already been exotic by most people's standards, and 
it took him a while to decide which of his fantasies to fulfill. He 
finally settled on a variation on the "Mile High Club": he would have sex 
with two women at once, while cruising at altitude in a chartered 
airplane. 

Del had no trouble finding two of his female friends who would oblige. 
Chrys was an airline stewardess by profession, and enthusiastic about 
every form of sex. She even helped Del find an owner-pilot who would fly 
them in his executive plane, while discreetly ignoring the festivities 
going on in the passenger cabin. Jazz was an exotic dancer - well, 
actually, she was a stripper. Her seemingly shy manner offstage concealed 
an intensely passionate nature. Of course, neither of the women were 
averse to bisexual amusements.

Del picked up Jazz and drove her to the airfield, where Chrys and her 
pilot friend were waiting, with the plane's twin turboprop engines 
already turning. Jazz and Del headed for the cabin, while Chrys gave the 
pilot a big hug and kiss and said, "Now, Jack, just fly the plane! You'll 
get your turn later!"  Then she joined the other two; they strapped 
themselves in for takeoff and got ready for their airborne adventure.

The little plane leaped into the sky, and the pilot headed out over the 
ocean; the plan was for him to fly in large, sweeping circles, away from 
other air traffic. As soon as it was safe to do so, they unstrapped their 
safety belts and began removing other items of clothing. Soon Jazz was 
down to a G-string, teasing Del by waving her magnificent breasts just in 
front of his face. Chrys simply took off all her clothes, then came up 
behind Jazz and put her hands on Jazz' breasts, tweaking the nipples 
until they stood at attention. Del, wearing only a pair of red silk 
bikini briefs himself, was visibly standing at attention as well. His 
entire body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, and he was breathing 
deeply. Strangely, he seemed a bit pale.

Del turned his attention to Jazz' nipples, while Chrys tried to peel off 
his briefs; meanwhile Jazz was caressing Chrys' breasts, which were 
smaller but just as responsive. Soon Chrys and Jazz were kissing each 
other passionately. Del began stroking the inside of Chrys' thighs, 
teasingly avoiding touching her sex at first. Chrys moaned, and Jazz 
whispered to Del, "I'd like you to take my G-string off... with your 
teeth...". Chrys still hadn't managed to remove Del's undershorts; they 
were stuck to his body with sweat. Del dove for Jazz' crotch, grabbed her 
skimpy G-string with his teeth...

...gagged, retched violently, and lurched toward the tiny onboard toilet 
with his hand over his mouth as he finally succumbed to the airsickness 
that had been building up since they left the ground. "Poor Del," said 
Chrys (who, as an air hostess, was hardly susceptible to airsickness at 
all). Jazz almost pouted: she wasn't feeling ill either, and had been 
genuinely aroused by the bit of foreplay they'd managed before Del was 
overcome. "What shall we do now?" she asked, as muffled sounds of 
repeated and painful regurgitation reached them from the plane's 
lavatory.

"I guess we'll have to go on without him," said Chrys, and began sucking 
on Jazz' nipple. Jazz gasped, and started fondling Chrys's breasts in 
return. Soon Chrys had slipped Jazz' G-string off (although not with her 
teeth) and was lightly stroking the very edges of her labia.  "Ooh, 
you're a hot-blooded one!" said Chrys admiringly, as she felt the 
moisture building up in the other girl's sex. "I've always wanted to do 
it in a plane," Jazz confessed. "You're a stewardess - have you done it 
in the air before?" Chrys replied, "Yes, lots of times, but never before 
with another woman."

The two women soon found out that they both liked to talk about other 
things during sex. Chrys continued to caress Jazz's sex, teasing her, 
avoiding her clit for the moment, kissing and delicately nibbling first 
one nipple, then the other. "You have such beautiful tits - you must 
really knock the guys out when you strip. Did you get the name Jazz from 
the kind of music you like to dance to?" she inquired.

"No, actually, it's short for my real name," the other woman replied 
raggedly. "My name is Jasmine. I just thought it sounded too hokey for a 
stripper." She moaned softly as Chrys' fingers finally found her 
clitoris. "Aaahhh.... is your name Christine, or something like that?"

"Mmmm... oh, darling, you're *so* wet and juicy! I love that! No, I'm 
named after a flower too. My name's actually Chrysanthemum. But don't you 
*dare* call me 'Mum', or I'll stop doing _this_..." she said. "Oh, don't 
stop! Please, Chrys, don't stop!"

Chrys folded her fingers together, compressing her hand into a cone 
shape, and very gently inserted it into Jazz' dripping-wet vagina. Jazz 
moaned again and began frantically kissing Chrys, probing her mouth 
feverishly with her tongue. Chrys very slowly pushed her hand further up 
inside Jazz; with every slight movement, Jazz trembled and gasped. 
"Nobody's ever done _that_ to me before," she whispered into the kiss. 
Chrys squeezed her fingers as close together as they would go, and pushed 
deeper, until she felt the muscular ring slip around her hand and tighten 
on her wrist. Returning Jazz' passionate tongue-kissing, Chrys began to 
open her hand very slowly, like a flower blooming.

Jazz writhed around Chrys' hand, sobbing as the stimulation became almost 
unbearable. Chrys strummed Jazz's clit with her other hand, deftly 
keeping the two rhythms just barely out of synch, not letting her come 
quite yet. Jazz' fingers searched clumsily for Chrys' sex, as she tried 
to return the favor, but Chrys hushed her... "We'll take turns, love... 
from the sounds of things, Del isn't going to be back with us for a long 
time yet." Jazz submitted herself entirely to the other woman's 
attentions.

Chrys opened and closed her fingers very slightly, deep inside Jazz' 
pussy, enjoying the feeling of driving this gorgeous and passionate woman 
to distraction with lust. When she knew the other woman couldn't stand 
any more, she increased her rhythm on Jazz' clit at the same time, and 
was rewarded by a convulsive, howling orgasm; Jazz' internal contractions 
nearly sprained her wrist, while her ecstatic shrieks drowned out the 
noises of Del's continuing bout of airsickness. Finally Chrys was able to 
slip her hand out of Jazz's vagina; she kissed the other woman softly, 
letting her recover her breath.

As soon as she was coherent again, Jazz turned her attention to giving 
Chrys a similar sexual experience. She buried her face in the other 
woman's crotch and began vigorously tongueing her clit, occasionally 
varying the stroke by plunging her tongue into her vagina. Meanwhile, she 
reached up with both hands and fondled and tweaked her already-erect 
nipples, until Chrys was trembling and gasping for air. Neither girl 
noticed when Del stumbled weakly out of the lavatory and collapsed in a 
seat facing them. 

Jazz' technique was less exotic than Chrys', but certainly effective. 
Within minutes she had the other woman on the brink of orgasm... and 
*kept* her there. As Chrys' breath began to come in incoherent, pleading 
sobs, Jazz gave her nipples one simultaneous tweak and licked her 
clitoris like a saxophone player going for maximum vibrato. Chrys arched 
her back and keened as she came. 

The two women hugged each other for a few minutes, whispering to each 
other about how odd it was that they were both named for flowers. "I'll 
bet Del is short for Delphinium!" giggled Chrys. 

"Actually, it's not short for anything - my given name is just plain 
Del," he commented, startling the women. He seemed a bit recovered, 
although still very pale and limp-looking. "You girls put on quite a 
show," he added. "Pity I couldn't join you. But I think I'm going to be 
all right now - at least, I don't have anything left to throw up. Want to 
try some of that again?"

They opened their embrace and included him in a three-sided hug, ready to 
try almost anything. "Now, where were we?" said Jazz playfully, once more 
pushing her breasts towards Del's face. He instinctively started to suck 
one nipple deep into his mouth... then gulped, turned even paler, and 
struggled quickly out of the girls' arms to dash back to the toilet. 

"Shall we wait for him this time?" said Jazz. "If we want to include Del, 
I think we're going to have to wait until we land," replied Chrys. The 
only response they heard from Del was another agonized retch...