Solo Flight (Part 2)

Trish and Brenda sat down in the seats either side of Joe, who poured liberal amounts of champagne into two glasses. They toasted the time they would spend together getting to know each other a little better. As they drank, they talked. After several glasses, the content of their conversation was soon laced with sexual overtones. Brenda left and returned momentarily with several cigars. "Since you are the only passenger on this flight, we don't have to follow the rules. Would you care for a cigar, Joe?" she asked. Being a non-smoker, Joe declined politely. "That's right, Brenda, we don't have to follow the rules! Let ME have one of those cigars!" blurted Trish, fairly inebriated by this point. She selected a long, fat Cuban and lit it. Brenda soon followed suit, and they reclined back in their comfortable leather seats and began puffing away. Joe watched intently as the sexy wenches sucked hard on their fat stogies, and he couldn't help imagine his cock in the place of the cigars. He was developing quite an erection and made no effort to conceal his condition. To the contrary, he made sure it was obvious how excited he was. The girls picked up on it immediately and began teasing him even more. Brenda unbuttoned several buttons on her blouse, exposing a see-through sexy, black lace bra and nipples like erasers. Trish opened her legs wide enough for Joe to see that she had moved her panties to one side, revealing her shaved pussy. "Its getting awfully hot in here, don't you think, Joe?" cooed Trish, letting the cigar hang suggestively from one corner of her mouth, and moving one hand between her legs. "I'm getting pretty hot, too!" cried Brenda, now pinching both nipples with her hands, as her cigar remained clenched between her teeth. Joe couldn't take it any more, unzipped his pants and out sprung his rock-hard weapon, which he started to massage vigorously. The two women grinned wickedly and Trish turned her ripe ass in the air toward him, lifted her skirt and displayed her soaking wet pussy. "Hey, big boy", she teased, "How'd you like to fuck me?" As Joe stood and readied to mount her, the plane dipped suddenly and he lost his footing, falling to the floor. Over the intercom, Captain Tina made an announcement. "We've hit some pretty bad turbulence, so please sit down and fasten your seatbelts." Trish and Brenda helped Joe to his feet; the three scrambled for their seats and buckled themselves securely. Once again, the plane nose-dived and shifted violently from side to side. Seconds later, the cabin lights went out. Joe was now more concerned with his safety than his sexual conquests and gripped the armrests with all his might. In was then that he noticed a tightness around his wrists, waist and ankles. Trish and Brenda alleviated his fears by explaining to him that in extreme conditions, the FAA required the extra restraints. The turbulence continued for several minutes more then began to subside. Though the cabin lights remained off, the captain assured them that it was all right to remove their seatbelts and go on as normal. Joe discovered that he was unable to remove the clamps that had automatically restrained him. Trish and Brenda removed their seatbelts and told Joe not to worry, that there was probably just a mechanical malfunction, and that they would straighten things out in a matter of moments. Though he couldn't see them, he could tell they had left the cabin, and could hear them rustling around up front. For a few seconds there was an eerie silence and then Brenda spoke up. "Oh, Joe", she squealed, "I think we've figured out what the problem is." "Good", he replied, "What is it?"