Heathrow, August 16, 2024
The fluorescent lights of Heathrow's Terminal 5 hummed, a monotonous counterpoint to the organised chaos that is one of the worlds busiest airports at 7pm on a Friday evening. Under the lights people walked or ran towards their onward connections. Some pulled luggage with them, others children and the air was thick with the scents of duty-free perfume, coffee, food and the faintest whiff of jet fuel.
Bars were full of people ordering drinks while they waited for their flights to be called, most in good spirits but some looking stressed and harried, and the fast-food restaurants were doing good business. Seating areas were full and people unlucky enough to claim one of the uncomfortable plastic seats lounged on the floor, some using their backpacks and carry on as pillows.
At the information desk Joan Hawthorne was an island of calm, smiling and greeting passengers with practised good cheer and empathy. “Gate 42B? That’s a good fifteen-minute hike, love. And you’ll need to take the transit train. Just follow the signs. You can’t miss it.”
Behind the polished counter of a high-end perfume boutique, Isabella plastered on a practiced smile. Sales were sluggish. Everyone was too hurried, too focused on their destination, to be seduced by the latest scent from Paris. She watched a man in a crumpled suit attempt to navigate the crowd with a carry-on bag that seemed determined to sabotage his progress.
Meanwhile, outside gate 33, Marcus, one of the baggage handlers, wrestled with a mountain of suitcases. The rhythmic thump of bags hitting the conveyor belt was a constant backdrop to his day. He caught a glimpse of a child's drawing taped to a bright pink suitcase – a stick figure family holding hands under a giant beaming sun. It was a small reminder of the journeys these inanimate objects represented.
Liam, a control tower operator, stared intently at the bank of screens, his brow furrowed with concentration as he oversaw a delicate dance of incoming and outgoing aircraft, ensuring a smooth flow of arrivals and departures despite the burgeoning traffic. Each blip on the radar represented a potential story, a journey either beginning or ending.
Back in the main terminal, chaos reigned. A lost child shouted for his parents, clutching a teddy bear to his chest. A businessman barked into his mobile phone and a group of teenagers fought over a charging station.
Away from the noise and the drama Isla and Serena are among a surprisingly small group of people waiting in a, blessedly peaceful, departure lounge for flight A763 to Seattle at 8pm. Isla glanced around the lounge, apparently the overnight flight to Seattle was not a popular one. She has dressed for warm weather in a plain white t-shirt under a grey cardigan that is matched with a very short pleated grey check skirt, and the glances she got from a group of rowdy lads at one of the bars confirmed what she already knew. She looked good.
Her phone beeped, a message from her sister. “Have a safe flight babes, David will meet you at the airport tomorrow. We can’t wait for you to meet baby Sasha.” She smiled to herself; it had been a few years since she had seen her sister, and she couldn’t wait to meet her new niece.
Serena looked out the window watching as planes taxied to and from the runways, the holiday in London had been good, it had been too long since she had last seen Simone and Andre. She had dressed for the flight in a short black skirt that allowed a glimpse of the tattoo on her right leg matched with a white top with a plunging neckline and a pair of pink sunglasses that matched her pink handbag.
She checked her phone. 7:50pm, another 10 minutes until boarding at 8pm. turning away from the window she looked round the departure lounge, it seemed that the flight would be quite empty, and she smiled at that, no screaming children and hopefully she would be able to sit by herself and relax and sleep without having to make small talk with a stranger. It had been a hectic holiday, and she really did to catch up on some sleep.
As they both looked around the lounge their eyes met for a moment, Serena gave a half smile and the women returned it with a playful smile of her own, Serena did not fail to notice the other woman’s eyes as they lingered a moment too long on her legs and she bit her lip as she opened her legs slightly, almost laughing at the surprised expression on the woman’s face.
“Where was she while I was out partying in London.” The thought brought a smile to her lips. “Maybe I wouldn’t mind some company after all.”
“Well that just happened.” Isla said quietly to herself. She cast another, furtive, glance at the woman, who was now reading something on her phone. She was definitely her type. “Well, she could make my flight a lot more fun.” She told her mobile phone.
“Now boarding flight A763 to Seattle at gate 22, please have your boarding passes ready.” The was the announcement they were waiting for and both women scooped up their belongings thoughts of each other temporarily banished as they made the way to the plane.
*****
Serena sighed in pleasure as she settled into her window seat, taking in the lights of the airport as she thought about ordering a drink, watching some of the in-flight entertainment and getting some sleep. Boarding was very nearly done and her section. at least, was quiet. Several empty rows stretched out before her not like the usual packed and noisy transatlantic flights she has been on before. She was not complaining.
Her good mood was soured when a young guy noisily plopped himself in the end seat of her row of three chairs. “Really?” she muttered under her breath, giving him her best glare. “You couldn’t sit in one of the five empty rows I can see from here?”
She glared at him a moment longer, but he was oblivious to her, tapping away at his mobile phone and pausing only to dump his rucksack on the seat between them.
“Excuse me, I need to use the restroom before we take off.”
He flashed her an annoyed look and she bit down on the response that almost escaped her mouth as she moved past him and made her way to the small toilet in her section of the plane.
Watching from a few rows down Isla decided to make her move while the other woman was in the toilet. She approached the guy with her best smile. “Excuse me?”
He fumbled with his earphones. “Yeah?”
“Look, could you do a girl a favour and swap seats with me?”
He frowned at her “Um, why?”
She leaned towards him “I mean its going to be a long flight, wouldn’t you prefer a row to yourself?”
“I don’t know, this is a pretty good seat you know?” He looked unconvinced “Back of the plane, nice and quiet, right by the toilet…”
Isla knelt “I’m going to level with you, this is a long flight, right? The woman sitting in the window seat is fucking hot and I know from the way she looked at me in the departure lounge and then opened her legs to give me a view of her red panties, that she is feeling me like I am feeling her.”
The guy swallowed hard, a blush burning his cheeks
“I want to make a move on her, but I can’t really do that if we are sat in different rows can I?” She didn’t wait for a response “So please, pretty please, do a girl a favour and swap seats with me.”
Caught between a stutter and a cough he managed to get out a croaky yes and hastily grabbed his rucksack before disappearing towards the middle of the plane.
“My vagina thanks you.” she playfully called after him, looking round to make sure no-one else was in ear shot before collecting her things and taking her seat at the back of the plane.
In the toilet Serena eyed herself in the mirror. “I mean who the fuck does that?”. She absentmindedly played with her hair. “Ima ask him to move.” She turned and unlocked the door. “Freak.”
She stopped dead when she reached her row of seats. “Um…hi” The woman from the departure lounge smiled warmly up at her.
“I hope you don’t mind? the guy who was sat here asked me if I would swap seats with him.”
Serena couldn’t hide the sceptical look on her face as her eyes flicked to the empty seats around them.
“I can totally find another seat if you want some privacy?”
She was secretly happy with her new travel companion. “No that’s ok. Stay…please.”
Extending her hand the woman introduced herself “Isla.”
They shook hands, both women allowing their fingers to linger on the others as something passed between them. “Serena, mind if I squeeze by?”
Isla stood and Serena moved passed her, biting her lip as her body brushed against the other woman and the bare skin of their legs touched. Islas hand brushing briefly against her hip.
Five minutes later as the plane taxied to the runway Serena glanced over at Isla, she was stunning, and she found her eyes drawn to her legs. “I want them wrapped around my waist.”. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t realise she was being asked a question.
“I’m sorry what?”
Isla laughed “I was asking why Seattle.”
“Oh, I live there, I’ve been in London on a holiday visiting some friends I haven’t seen in forever. How about you.?”
“Visiting my sister and her husband, they just had a baby girl so…”
They settled into an easy conversation as the plane roared along the runway and took to the sky, the conversation taking on a flirty edge as both women tested the boundaries of the other to see how far things may go. As they talked, they shared brief touches that slowly became longer and more lingering, fingers laced, hands brushed against legs and they both sensed that something would happen between them before they landed in Seattle.
****
Somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean, 10.30pm
The plane is quiet at this time of night, food and drinks have been served, the lights in the cabin are dimmed and the cabin crew are allowing people time to relax, watch the inflight entertainment or sleep. At the back of the plane Isla has moved seats, now sitting directly next to Serena. Her left hand is under Serenas skirt, and her right hand is behind her neck as they kiss passionately.
She feels Serenas hands on her as well, one tangled in her hair the other moving under her t-shirt and she gasps into the other woman’s mouth as fingers pull on her nipple. The kiss deepens as Serena is pushed up against the small window, her skirt riding up higher as Islas hand rubs against the fabric of her panties.
Their breath mingling, she moans into the kiss, her grip on Islas nipple tightening as their bodies press together. They are both aware of where they are, of the risk of being caught – even though there are several empty rows of seats between them and the nearest passenger. The danger of what they are doing does not stop them, if anything it makes each kiss, and each touch feel even more intense.
Finally, they break apart, both breathing heavily, both sharing a mischievous smile.
“I knew you were trouble when you flashed me your panties in the departure lounge.” Islas voice was low and husky.
“But you still came and set next to me…I know that boy didn’t ask to swap seats, you talked him into it.”
Isla smiled as her finger traced the hem of Serenas skirt. “Well, I had to get a closer look at them so…”
Serena leaned forward her lips finding Islas neck, trailing her tongue down to the hollow of her throat her hand pressing against her breast. “Was it worth it.”
She leans her head back as her fingers dig into Serenas thigh “So worth it babes.”
Serena sucks on Islas earlobe as she rubs harder against the fabric covering her breast. Isla stifles a moan with her hand as Serena whispers into her ear. “I need the toilet, join me.”
Without another word she leaves he seat moving past Isla to the aisle, looking back once, a raised eyebrow and a smile and then she is gone.
*****
She looks to see if anyone has seen them, but no-one is in sight, so she pushes open the door and enters the toilet, Serena is lent up against the small sink unit watching her an inviting smile on her lips. “You came…”
She reaches behind herself finding the lock and engaging it with a click, locking them both inside the cramped space. Serenas smile widens, and Islas left leg hitches up onto the sink unit her knee resting there as Serena right leg wraps around it and their bodies press together.
The small space seems to amplify the heat and desire between them and their lips meet in a fierce kiss, tongues tangling, bodies grinding, no longer having to worry about being caught.
Islas hands slide up Serenas waist, while Serena grips her hips pulling her even closer. The kiss they share is hungry and passionate. Serena pulls back “I wanted you the moment I saw you in the lounge.”
“You have me babes, now fuck me.”
“You first mama.”
Isla pulls her off the sink turning her around, Serena watches their reflection in the mirror as Isla slides a hand under her skirt pulling at her red panties, Serena steps out of them kicking them aside. With her free hand Isla pulls up the white t-shirt her fingers finding the already stiff nipple underneath. Her legs opening, Serena tilts back her head as she moans. “Fuck.”
Islas touch is confident as her fingers delve deeper inside Serena, her breath quickens as she turns her head to kiss Isla, her legs trembling as she feels Islas thumb pressing against her clit as her fingers move in a rhythmic circle.
“Let go babes.” Isla whispers to her “Cum for me.”
The orgasm builds inside her, slowly at first but gathering speed and as her body shakes Isla muffles her cries with a hand over her mouth. And then a slow, deep, lingering kiss.
“Fuck.” Is all Serena can manage as she leans against Isla her breath finally slowing.
“Your turn…fuck me babes.” Islas eyes are full of desire as Serena moves her up against the sink. She leans back against the mirror as Serena parts her legs and pulls off her panties, the two of them maintaining eye contact.
Dropping to her knees she slowly kisses, sucks and nibbles her way up the inside of her thighs, Islas breath hitching as she feels Serenas lips press against her, her tongue tracing the outline of her lips before delving deeper.
Isla leans back against the mirror her hands in Serenas hair as her hips move in rhythm with the other woman. Her tongue moves expertly as her fingers tease Isla at the same time.
“Fuck, yes.” She moans.
The orgasm hits her hard and she cannot stop her cries as her thighs press against Serenas head and her hands pull harder at her hair. Her right leg is draped over Serenas shoulder and she feels the wetness as it runs down the inside of her leg and into Serenas mouth.
“You taste so good.”
Isla looks down at Serena, her face is flushed and she is still breathing hard. “Come here.” She pulls Serena up and they share another heated kiss, their bodies pressed together as one as their hands roam and they press each other up against the walls of the confined toilet.
“That was…” Isla starts, her voice still breathless.
“Incredible.” Serena finishes for her.
They stand in silence for a moment their bodies still locked together, the steady drone of the plane heard once again. “We should probably go back to our seats.” Serena scoops up her panties. Both women smooth their skirts and tops and run finger through their hair before Isla unlocks the door and they step into the corridor.
“Not wanting to be rude girl, but if you don’t mind, I think I would like to relax a bit and enjoy the rest of the flight alone…”
Isla takes the hint “Of course babes.” Reaching the row they have shared up till now she picks up her things and moves a few rows down the plane taking an empty window seat. As she slowly drifts into sleep with the smell of Serena on her fingers and the taste of her in her mouth she smiles, knowing that once they land in Seattle she will never see Serena again.
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