The Long Flight Home

Tracy boarded the plane on her way home from a week of business meetings. It was a red eye flight, the kind that Tracy liked to take. It usually meant that there wouldn't be as many passengers, and more often than not, the stewardess would let her move to first class. Tracy was unusually lucky tonight, first class was empty, and she had no problem sitting in first class. The seats were extremely comfortable, and the arm rest could be raised up it she wanted to stretch out. Tracy took a seat by the window, where she kicked her shoes off and relaxed.

As she waited for the plane to take off, she thought about Greg, the young business executive that had been hitting on her the whole time she was there. Of course he was one of several men that had tried to hit on her, all of whom were unsuccessful. Tracy was an attractive woman, in her late twenties, she had a beautiful figure, but she wanted to be in control. She wanted to be the seductress, not the other way around. Tracy picked her lovers based on whether she was attracted to them, not them to her. It didn't matter if it was a man or a woman, but there had to be something special about them, something she sensed or felt, and this time it just didn't happen.

Tracy was interrupted from her thoughts when she heard a soft voice ask,
"Is this seat taken?"

Tracy was about to say something, pissed that the stewardess had not kept this woman from first class, but then maybe she'd purchased a first class seat. When she looked up and saw that she was a very attractive woman, impeccably dressed smiling at her, Tracy mellowed out. Something about the woman made Tracy reply,

"Ah no, as a matter of fact it's not, please...sit down."

The woman was probably in her forties, beautiful with chestnut brown hair, and beautiful brown eyes. She was definitely a woman of means, probably an executive or something like that. She wore a tailored dark gray jacket, with a matching gray skirt that buttoned up the front, and a beautifully fitted white silk blouse that really enhanced her breasts. The material was thin enough that Tracy could make out her black lace bra.

The woman sat down next to Tracy, introducing herself. "My name is Miranda."

"Hello Miranda. I'm Tracy."

After exchanging pleasantries, they talked about their jobs, with Tracy telling Miranda that she was on her way home after a business trip, whereas Miranda was returning after a much needed vacation. Tracy liked Miranda, there was something special about her that Tracy couldn't put her finger on, all she knew was, she liked her.

The stewardess walked over, telling them that they were about to take off. Once they were airborne, Miranda got up and walked over to the stewardess handing her something. Miranda returned to her seat telling Tracy she asked the stewardess to make sure they weren't disturbed, just in case Tracy wanted to get some sleep.

Tracy noticed that Miranda had sat down a little closer to her this time, their bodies slightly touching. Tracy didn't mind, feeling the warmth of Miranda's body next to her was somehow erotic. Tracy closed her eyes, not really trying to go to sleep, just more or less relaxing. After several minutes had passed, Tracy sensed Miranda's leg was pressing against hers, and she could hear Miranda cooing softly.

It was barely audible, but it sounded...it sounded as if she were aroused. Tracy opened her eyes to find Miranda had taken off her jacket, and she had unbuttoned a few buttons on her blouse, allowing her to slip her hand down inside her blouse.

Tracy could see that Miranda's fingers were beneath her bra, and she was toying with her nipples, moving her fingers over them, and pinching them between her fingers. Tracy felt her sex beginning to tingle as she watched Miranda's hand move further into her blouse, caressing her breast, as Miranda's head tilted back, her eyes closed.

Tracy's own nipples were beginning to stiffen, pushing against the fabric of her blouse, as she watched Miranda's body start to shudder. Suddenly Miranda opened her eyes and looked over at Tracy who was smiling.

"Sorry, I...it's been sometime since I, ah.."

Miranda started to button her blouse when Tracy placed her hand on Miranda's stopping her saying, "I know. It's all right...please don't stop."

Miranda smiled, looking into Tracy's eyes. She relaxed, moving her hand away, leaving Tracy's hand to rest on her breast. Tracy began to unbutton some additional buttons on Miranda's blouse, when Miranda smiled and stopped her saying, "Hold on, I'll be right back."

Then Miranda got up and went to the back of the plane. Normally Tracy would have thought that was it, Miranda had chickened out, but something told her that wasn't the case. While she waited for Miranda to hopefully return, Tracy looked around, and then pulled up her skirt and quickly removed her panties, sticking them in her coat pocket she had draped over the seat in front of her. No sooner had she straightened up, than Miranda returned.

"Where did you go?" Tracy asked.

"Oh, I just asked the stewardess to make sure no one came into first class and interrupted us."

Tracy looked up at Miranda and smiled. Miranda had removed her bra, and her nipples were clearly visible through her thin silk blouse. Miranda sat back down next to Tracy, both women looking into each others eyes, but not saying a word...they didn't have to.

Miranda's body was pressed against Tracy's as Tracy placed her hand on Miranda's arm. Slowly Tracy moved her hand up Miranda's arm, as Miranda leaned back into the seat, her eyes closed as Tracy's hand inched ever closer to Miranda's breasts. Tracy traced her fingernail around Miranda's nipples, through her blouse, causing Miranda to gasp, her nipples becoming even harder. Tracy unbuttoned two more buttons on Miranda's blouse, pushing it open and sliding her hand inside, cupping Miranda's breast in her hand.

Tracy felt the warmth of Miranda's breasts, as she caressed and gently squeezed them, teasing her nipples and rolling them between her thumb and forefinger. Miranda's breathing was becoming heavier by the second, as her arousal grew in its intensity. Miranda moved closer, as Tracy put her arm around her, sliding her hand back into Mirnada's blouse, caressing her breast, as she started unbuttoning the buttons on the front of Miranda's skirt with her other hand. Miranda parted her legs, as Tracy pulled her skirt open, revealing that she had removed her panties as well.

Tracy eased her hand up Miranda's thigh, while marveling at Miranda's naked sex. Her pussy was beautiful, her lips full and wet, her clit swollen and needing attention....attention that Tracy was only to happy to supply. Tracy's own sex was awash with her lustful juices as her finger touched Mirnada's wet lips. Miranda gasped again, this time smiling as she whispered,

"Yes, yes...touch me. Touch my pussy."

Tracy teased Miranda's lips, barely touching them, which only made Miranda want her more. Finally, Tracy eased her finger into Miranda's warm sex, working it around, exploring as Miranda cooed softly, as she reached over and caressed Tracy's breasts, unbuttoning Tracy's blouse and slipping her hand inside Tracy's blouse. Tracy eased another finger into Miranda's pussy, spurred on from her own arousal as Miranda teased her nipples, causing the fires of Tracy lust to explode into an intense passion. Tracy worked Miranda's pussy, rubbing her clit with her thumb as Miranda's arousal was about to explode in an intense orgasm.

Suddenly Miranda's hand squeezed Tracy's breast, as her body stiffened...she was cumming over and over as Tracy placed her lips to hers, giving Miranda the most passionate kiss she could. As Miranda's orgasm slowly subsided, Miranda sat up, placing her hand on Tracy's thigh. Now Tracy was the one leaning back in her seat as Miranda moved her hand up Tracy's thigh, her fingers touching her wet pussy. Tracy practically ripped her blouse open, begging Miranda to suck her nipples. No sooner had the words past her lips, then she felt Miranda's lips on her breasts.

Miranda's finger danced inside Tracy's pussy, taking her places only another woman could, while Miranda sucked Tracy's nipples, teasing them with her tongue. Tracy could hardly breath she was so aroused. Miranda kissed her way up Tracy's neck, placing her lips on Tracy, their tongues dancing an erotic dance as Miranda took Tracy to the edge, as Tracy started to cum, the orgasm sweeping over her as her body shook, and shuddered. Once Tracy had stopped cumming they heard the pilots voice over the intercom saying they would be landing in fifteen minutes, and to buckle their seat belts. After landing Miranda and Tracy went to pick up their baggage.

Miranda handed Tracy a card saying, "Here's my phone number and address, just in case you might want to give me a call sometime."
Tracy looked at the card and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Miranda asked.

"Why you live in the same building as I do, why haven't I seen you?"

Miranda laughed, "I only moved in a few days before I went on my vacation, would you like to stop by, and come in for a glass of wine?"

"Yes of course," Tracy replied.

Tracy followed Miranda into the building asking what floor she lived on. She couldn't believe that Miranda lived only a couple of doors down, but then Tracy was usually gone. Tracy asked if Miranda minded if she dropped off her luggage first. Once inside her apartment, Tracy had no sooner placed her luggage by the door, than Miranda spun her around, pinning her against the wall, kissing her, and tearing at her blouse. Tracy could hear the buttons from her blouse hitting the tile entry way. Tracy was overcome with lust, never had she had anyone attack her like this....it was so fucking erotic.

Tracy tore at Miranda's blouse, listening to the fabric rip as the two women ravaged one another. Miranda grabbed Tracy's arms, raising them above her head, as Miranda kissed her neck and throat, working her way down to Tracy's nipples, taking them in her mouth, biting them to the point that it was becoming painful, yet so fucking erotic.

Finally Miranda let Tracy's arms go, unzipping Tracy's skirt, practically yanking it form Tracy's body. Miranda kissed her way down Tracy's stomach, running her tongue through Tracy's neatly trimmed bush, then taking Tracy's clit between her lips and sucking it as Miranda slid as many fingers as she could into Tracy's pussy.

Tracy was moaning and panting, as Miranda devoured Tracy's sex. Licking, kissing and sucking her clit and pussy, as one powerful orgasms after another surged through Tracy's body. Tracy grabbed Miranda by the hair, pulling her to her feet, thinking that she could play the rough sex game as well.

Once Miranda was standing, Tracy pulled her head back, running her tongue over Miranda's neck, placing her strong thigh, between Miranda's legs. Tracy kissed her way down Miranda's neck, pushing her thigh into Miranda's sex, as she took Miranda's nipples between her teeth, tugging at them, and biting down on them causing Miranda to squeal.

Miranda started humping Tracy's thigh, rubbing her pussy up and down, Tracy's muscular leg. The harder she humped Tracy's leg, the more aroused she became. Tracy removed her leg from between Miranda's, leading her over to the couch, where Tracy pushed Miranda down. Tracy placed her head between Miranda's legs, taking in the aroma of her lust, then she began running her tongue over Miranda's pussy, taking her clit between her lips, nibbling her clit like she had her nipples.

Miranda gasped and squealed as she tugged at her own nipples, begging Tracy to make her cum. Tracy inserted two fingers deep into Miranda's pussy, working them as she sucked Miranda to another series of strong orgasms. Both women were spent, resting as Tracy returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

As they sipped their wine and cuddled, Miranda asked Tracy, "I hope you didn't mind the rough sex?"

"Are you kidding, did I act like it?"

Miranda laughed, "No....it's just that I like it rough on that rare occasion, and it's hard to find someone to enjoy it with."

Tracy kissed the wine from her lips, "Well, you have now, I never realized I would enjoy it, but now and then. Why not?"

Miranda never did make it back to her apartment that night, but then what for. Now she and Tracy share a special love, something they both can enjoy whenever their busy schedules allow.