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Subject: {ASSM} "Flight"  by  deirdre  (MF,  mast,  FF-desire)  --  rp  by  H.  Jekyll  and  Please  Cain
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Flight

MF, FF desire

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories.  Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people, 
often depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you
believe  fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be  warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Be  warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and  are judged by some readers to stop before the
good parts.  Do not read this  story if you are less than 18 years of
age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM 
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in anthologies
of  this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's
payment is  sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre


Flight by deirdre, 12/20/94

She had long beautiful black hair and was impossibly young.  She gave
us  the standard greeting as we came through the entry.  I thought
about Jay  behind me--I was certain he had noticed her.

The plane was almost deserted.  Once in flight, we flipped up the arm
rest  between us and I lay against Jay who lay against the wall.  It
was nice  like that and I spread Jay's coat over us like a blanket.

I was feeling sleepy.  We had hours of night-time flying in front of
us.  The hum of the plane was somehow comforting.  Jay held me in his
arms.  I felt  him slip his fingers into the waste of my pants.  That's
Jay for you.  In my  panties.  He slowly fingered me.  I opened my
eyes.  I felt that feeling  growing inside me.

The stewardess walked by.  It was so strange to have Jay fingering me 
right there in front of someone.  It was a different stewardess--she
was  blond and older.  I liked her looks--more mature and very
attractive. 

Jay withdrew his fingers and I could tell he was sleepy.  Soon I could
feel  that he was sleeping.  I slipped my own fingers where his had
been.  I  fingered so slowly.  I wanted that feeling, more and more. 
The blond  stewardess came back and stopped.  I stopped my fingers,
laying there  frozen.  She looked right at me and then smiled.  I was
sure it was a  knowing smile.  Then she went on and I fingered myself
more.  I kept  fingering ever so slowly and soon I was ever so ready. 
Kneeling--I had a  vision of her kneeling between my legs, licking me. 
I fingered and  fingered and came.

I was quiet--I can be quiet, but I was glad she wasn't there: I
realized my  mouth had been hanging open and I shut it.  Jay was awake
again--he must  have sensed my orgasm.  I felt his fingers slipping in,
joining mine.  I like the feel of his fingers, of my love's
ministrations.  He fingered me  slowly--he knows.  Then I was feeling
that feeling again.  He wasn't  stopping and I knew he wouldn't.  I
wanted to make sure I didn't lay there  with my mouth open.  The
stewardesses weren't there--they were in the  front or something. 
Doing something.  I thought of the dark-haired one  standing with her
skirt up, having the blonde lick her.  My body stiffened  and Jay's
fingers didn't stop.  Oh, it was even better.


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