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did.”
    â€œOh.” My voice was a few octaves higher than normal as I clawed at the wall. Jesus. But Jesus couldn’t help me now. I was in the hands of Jannie Blair and I was about a gnat’s ass away from coming like a freight train.
    â€œSo basically it was porn but it made it to the big screen. Or as big as B movies get.” I felt the button at the back of my skirt give and she tugged the zipper. Her other hand joined the first
and she slid two perfectly manicured fingers into my wet pussy. I sagged back against her and she nibbled the back of my neck. My nipples pebbled and my skin followed suit.
    â€œThey always blurred it out, sadly,” I said, laughing, and felt my pussy clench around her fingers. I was pretty much done for. I put my lips to my forearms to stifle myself.
    The plane bobbed and weaved and I wondered what would happen if we fell in a tangled injured heap on the floor. What a mess that would be. What a scandal.
    Her laugh was throaty. “I know. But I have an unedited copy at home. If you’d like to see it when we land. My sons are with their father and I could use the company.”
    Her fingers slipped in and out of me effortlessly. I was beyond wet. I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers fucking me and the rustle of my skirt seemed louder than the plane. “I’d like that!” I bit my forearm as my cunt spasmed around her fingers. She fucked me harder and juices seeped down my inner thighs, warm and wet. Another warm wave rolled through me and I bucked in her arms. The plane wobbled.
    â€œGood girl. Even through your fear you gave me such a nice one,” she whispered against my throat.
    â€œYou. I want you,” I said, turning. “Before that redheaded flight attendant shows up and starts banging on the door. He’ll notice we’re not back. He will.” I moved her back as I chattered anxiously, my skirt hanging loosely around my hips.
    I pushed her until her hips connected with the chrome counter. Her dress was long and black, tucked and tailored at her waist but with a voluminous skirt. I burrowed under it desperately until she helped me out by bunching it at her waist. I didn’t think about the fact that I was kneeling in an airplane bathroom. I could Handi-Wipe my knees later. She made a small noise and I pushed her black lace panties down: tango
pants. No thong for her; classy grown-up panties instead.
    Her thighs were softer than once upon a time and pale white. She smelled like spices and arousal and lavender. I touched my tongue to her clit and she hissed. I licked harder, sucking the essence of her into my mouth. She tasted like flowers. The plane tilted to the left and we both slid just a bit. I knew he’d come looking: that attendant. I could feel the excitement of limited time run up my spine. I shivered. Jannie plunged her hands into my hair as I shoved my rigid tongue into her wet pussy.
    Her short pubic hair tickled my nose and I nudged her harder, suckling until I thought I might suffocate. Her fingers found my nipples and she pinched me. I bit her clit gently and she let out a high cry that made me think of her movies.
    I worked my fingers inside of her and stroked her swollen G-spot. She was so ready, my fingertips went right to it and I teased it with my fingertips. Another tilt and we slid to the right. “You have to hurry, Jannie,” I said. “He’s coming. I’m sure of it.”
    I clamped my lips back over her hot little clit and sucked. I finger-fucked her furiously as she pulled my hair in short yanks. I felt her cunt seize up around my fingers and I laughed for just a moment. “Oh, god…god, god!” Jannie yelled. But true to movie form, she kept gathering steam as she came, letting loose with a high earsplitting shriek as the orgasm ripped through her.
    Sharp knuckles rapped the door and a muffled voice yelled, “Is everything okay in there? Do you need