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Flights of Fancy: Automatic Love
Flights of fancy
Automatic Love
Just as the next passenger stepped up to the counter, Nadine felt a single, subtle pulse. God, please, not now, she thought.
The fifty-something man in the charcoal grey suit nodded a greeting and slid his passport and ticket onto the counter.
"Good morning... Mr. Charboneau," she said, opening and glancing at the passport, which showed him as fifty-four. "You're on..." Nadine scanned the ticket and began to type the relevant information into her terminal, "the 9:50 a.m. flight to Paris. Is that right?"
"Yes, yes it is." The man's grey eyes matched his suit almost perfectly. His close-cropped hair was a few shades lighter.
"Any luggage to check in?"
"Just one." The man bent and hefted a single suitcase onto the scale.
Just as Nadine was about to begin asking the requisite security questions, she felt the tiny vibrator nestled between the lips of her shaven pussy purr into life. Taking a deep breath and adjusting herself slightly in her seat, she began.
"Now, I just have to ask you a few questions, sir. Did you pack your luggage yourself?"
"Yes, I did."
"And..." A tingle streaked up Nadine's spine as the speed of the vibe increased. She licked her drying lips and went on. "Has your luggage been out of your possession at any time since you packed it?"
"No."
She nodded, trying to look engaged, but the maddening little device sent waves of pleasure deep into her cunt. Again, she adjusted her seat and clicked the button to print out the routing tag for the luggage. When the tag snaked out, she attached it to the handle of his suitcase with a stifled moan, and stuck the claim stub to the back of his ticket.
Looking up at him, Nadine flashed a distracted smile. "And are you carrying anything in your luggage given to you by someone...ah... else?" A little jolt of ecstasy struck her muscles and she spasmed once, involuntarily. A tiny whimper escaped her throat.
"No." Mr. Charboneau cocked his eyebrow. "Are you alright, miss?"
Realizing she was losing control, Nadine cleared her throat sharply. "I'm fine, sir." She gave him another dry smile. Her hands flew across the keyboard as she stared hard at the on-screen seating layout for the Air France Boeing 747. "Do you have any seating preferences? Aisle, window?"
"Window please, if possible."
With a sharp intake of breath Nadine felt the vibe change settings, from a steady throb to a cascading pulse. Jesus, she couldn't take much more of this. She leaned forward and looked urgently down the row of check-in counters, but hers was the only one manned so early in the morning.
"Window?" she squeaked. "Certainly, I can give you one in row four of business class, or would you prefer something a little further back?" It took every ounce of self-control she had not to start rocking her hips. Between her stockinged legs, her cunt flooded as her muscles fluttered.
"Row four will be fine," said the passenger. He eyed her with obvious unease. "You really don't look well, you know. Are you sure you're alright?"
Nadine nodded and bit her lip. "It's...it's nothing. Just a touch of flu, perhaps."
"You do look flushed."
She shook her head to brush off his concern, fought to steady her breathing and raised her trembling hand to press the 'Enter' key and print out his boarding card. Just as she hit it, the vibe halted for a moment and then renewed its devilish torment with greater intensity. Nadine could hardly grasp the card as the printer spewed it out.
She placed it with his ticket and passport, and slid them back onto the counter with a shaking hand. "Your...your flight is boarding at gate 32 in about one hour, Mr. Charboneau. Have a... oh-hh... have a pleasant flight."
"Young lady," he said firmly, tucking his documents into the inner pocket of his jacket, "You seem to be in considerable distress. I'm a doctor, and I can tell. You don't look at all well."
Nadine smiled at him weakly as the vibe change cycles again and settled into a strong, steady buzz. "Thanks for... for your concern. You have a nice flight."
The moment he stepped away from the counter, Nadine got up off her chair on shaking legs and headed as quickly as she could to the nearest staff washroom. Her hands balled into fists as her neat high-heels clicked on the tiled concourse.
Pushing her way through the door, Nadine found Alina waiting - smirking - by the sink, with the remote in her hand.
"You bitch!" moaned Nadine as she wrapped her arms around her lover and ground her crotch against the other woman's thigh. She pressed her mouth against Alina's neck as she began to come, stifling the moan. Her hand fumbled up to Alina's breast and squeezed cruelly as she jerked and spasmed against her girlfriend's body.
"Oh, god..."
Alina's laugh tinkled like glass shards around the tiled walls of the washroom. "Fuck, I love watching you suffer. It makes me so hot."
Nadine stood pressed against Alina and whimpered as the last of the aftershocks speared her nerve endings. Then she took a deep breath and pushed herself back on her heels.
"This afternoon, it's my turn."
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