Girls In White #05

A long flight leaves the two flight attendants bone-tired and keyed up. Emily tugged Mia into the hotel bed the moment the door clicked shut. Silk uniforms hit the floor in crumpled heaps. Mia slid her mouth down Emily’s throat, tracing that same vein that pulsed whenever the seatbelt signs came on. Emily’s hands mapped the dip of Mia’s lower back, then lower, gripping the firm curve she’d watched shift beneath the pencil skirt all week. Wet heat met wet heat when their thighs parted. Emily pressed two fingers through Mia’s slick folds, slow circles around the swollen bud, then dipped inside where muscle fluttered tight. Mia moaned, rolling her hips so her clitoris dragged against Emily’s open palm. A wet, rhythmic slap filled the quiet room with each thrust. Mia returned the favor, teeth catching Emily’s nipple, tongue soothing the sting, while her fingers worked Emily open in steady strokes that matched the low hum still echoing from the engines they’d left miles above. They tangled like passengers in turbulence: sudden, urgent, clinging. Mia came first, clamping around Emily’s knuckles, a soft, stuttering cry escaping her lips. Emily followed seconds later, thighs shaking, forehead pressed to Mia’s damp collarbone as the pulses faded to gentle twitches. Outside, dawn edged the curtains. Inside, they stayed locked, breathing even at last.