Flight into Trouble – Part Five

By Eleanor Powell | July 10, 2010

The story so far ……

Margie had told Pete how after a night out with her old school friend Tazeline, they ended up in bed together. This turned Pete on so much he offered to drive her down to London in the hope he might be able to watch the two girls together again.

Now read on ……

Margie’s bare bottom was pressed against the cold leather seat in Pete’s car. Occasionally, while changing gears, his hand would slip off the gear stick and end up on the inside of her parted thighs and if time and circumstances allowed, his finger would walk up her leg into her very hot wet pussy – leaving her tingling in every part of her body.

They were making good time, having set off earlier than they needed to on their journey to London and so missing the traffic.

The SatNav announced that they had now arrived at their destination. Margie primly pulled down her skirt that was bunched up around her tummy and waited for Pete to come round to her side of the car and help her out.

Leaving her sitting there – he got her luggage out of the boot of the car first.

The porter from the Plaza Hotel came to greet them. As Margie swung her legs round in order to get out of the car – his sharp eyes saw enough of Margie’s black bush to give him a very visible erection that his uniform could not entirely conceal.

He took them up in the lift to the sixth floor – where at room six hundred and one, Tazeline was already waiting inside.

‘Thank you,’ Pete gave the porter a generous tip.

‘Thank you sir,’ the porter touched his cap and with a big grin on his face he walked off hurriedly.

Pete draping his arm over Margie’s shoulder, laughed and asked her,
‘Did you see his face when you flashed your pussy at him?’

Blushing, she giggled. ‘Was it my imagination or did he sort of walk off funny?’

They were still laughing, when Tazeline opened the door.

The two girls flung themselves into each other’s arms and greeted each other with excited squeals and giggles. Pete stood there forgotten for the moment.

Once they had disentangled themselves, Margie remembered her manners and made the introductions.

‘Tazzy this is Pete,’

‘Well hello Pete,’ she obviously approved of what she saw and Pete too stared back at her.

Margie didn’t miss the way her friend’s nipples hardened beneath her flimsy top and it was Pete’s turn to have a bulge in his trousers.

The three of them crowded into the luxurious hotel room.

‘What are you girls planning to do with yourselves for the next few hours?’ Pete asked innocently.

‘Hey Margie, shall we let this gorgeous hunk decide?’

Giggling, Margie nodded her head in agreement and the two girls looked expectantly at Pete.

‘Yer know what I’d like,’ Pete said. ‘Margie has told me what happened between you at your last meeting,’ he stopped hesitantly. ‘I’d love to watch you together.’

‘I’m game if you are Margie,’ Tazeline moved across the room and sat down on the side of the bed, patting the bed next to her she said, ‘Come on let’s put on a show for Pete.’

Margie joined her on the bed and Pete sat in a pink wicker chair in a corner of the room.

Tazzy taking the lead; put her arm around her friend’s shoulder,
and gently pushed her backwards so that Margie found herself lying on her back on the bed while Tazeline’s nimble fingers were eagerly undoing the buttons down the front of her satin blouse. The slim fingers were now kneading Margie’s right breast.

Margie was breathing erratically – arching her back, willing Tazeline to move her fingers inside her bra, but her friend did something even better – she rolled her onto her side and unhooked her bra, then rolled her over onto her back again. A quick tug and she pulled the bra right off and tossed it across the room – Pete caught it as it was about to fly over his head.

His attention went back to what was happening on the bed.

Tazeline by now was also braless. She was lying down between Margie’s open legs, rubbing her naked breasts against Margie’s. Her hands kept on moving downwards – over her friend’s flat belly and she let her fingers slide down the front of Margie’s knickers; parting the black thatch, her probing finger slid into the already well lubricated throbbing pussy. Looking down at her friend, whose head was tossing from side to side, she let the tip of her tongue leave a wet trail as it meandered down the writhing body, until reaching Margie’s belly button, she pointed her tongue and licked it in a circular movement.

The girl lying on the bed was frantically trying to pull down her own knickers as the movement of Tazeline’s hand was being restricted by the tightness of her knickers.

Now strong masculine hands had taken over and were pulling them down, down over her slim hips – down her legs and right off.

Tazeline moved aside letting Pete’s finger replace hers in Margie’s juicy pussy. Her wet licking trail reversed and travelled upwards, until reaching a stiffened nipple, she took it into her mouth and suckled it.

Meanwhile, Pete’s finger was moving in and out of Margie’s love passage – finger fucking her.

Taking her mouth from the elongated stiffened nipple, she said to Pete, ‘Stop, there’s something else I want to try.’

He withdrew his dripping wet finger and waited for her to explain.
Clambering off the bed, she brought something out of the drawer in the bedside cabinet.

‘Okay Pete,’ she said, ‘please turn her over onto her tummy.’

He quickly obeyed.

Now what is going to happen?

To be continued ……

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