Becca fell into her window seat on the plane with a sigh. Airport security these days made what used to be a pleasure into a grueling task. She looked around at the mostly empty seats around her and waited until at last she felt the rumble of the wheels as the ship began its slow climb into the air. First class was more expensive, but the drinks were free and right now she needed one. When the attendant came by her seat, she ordered two small bottles of vodka and orange juice. It wasn’t the flying that made her nervous, it was the fact she was going to meet her long time internet lover Lisa for the first time. Becca mixed the first drink and downed it without even breathing. She mixed the second one and began to sip it. As the alcohol began to have its affect, she began to think about the gorgeous woman she had been chatting with for the last six months. The pictures Lisa had sent her fresh in her mind, (she had been masturbating to them almost constantly as each new one arrived in her email), began to have their affect too. She even noticed a slight smile on the face of the nice looking attendant as she ordered her second round. Becca knew the woman could smell the sex oozing from between her legs. Would Lisa like her as much in person as she did on the net? This was Becca's last thought as she drifted off to sleep.

Lisa glanced at her watch as she checked herself once more in the full length mirror. She looked great for the most part. Her tight midriff shirt showed the great cleavage created by her 34 d breasts. Her hip hugger jeans looked as if she had been melted and poured into them, showing the perfect V her legs and pussy made and the great shapely ass she sported. They even crawled perfectly up her ass crack, but she slid her finger from clit to ass hard just to make sure. Her finger felt the heat inside them. Her face was smooth and showed very little of the nervousness she had about meeting Becca.  She tried different colors to make her hair look lighter but they just didn’t work for her. One more push on her breasts and a slide of her hands over her ass cheeks and Lisa grabbed her purse and headed for her car. She would meet Becca at the airport in one hour and she did not want to be late. The half hour drive gave Lisa plenty of time to think about how she would greet her long time internet lover, but her thoughts kept going back to the last two nights. For months Becca had wanted to masturbate with her on web cam but Lisa had always refused until two nights ago when Becca finally agreed that they would meet in person for the weekend. Remembering the way Becca's fingers moved inside herself on the camera, the exquisite look of pleasure on her face when her orgasm gushed out of her like a fountain, and the way she licked her fingers clean made Lisa more than just wet. She absently stroked her own clit through her tight jeans as she drove and damn near ran a red light when she suddenly came inside her pants. Damn, she had never been so horny in all her life.

Becca was awakened by the wheels of the plane hitting the tarmac as it touched down at LAX. She swore silently at herself for sleeping so long and hoped she would have time to freshen up