Unknown - Noreen first time

Noreen crushed out her cigarette.

Lit up another fag.

Slugged down the rest of her drink.

"Shit!" Noreen realized. "Now I'm free. I don't have to get up early. Or watch my diet. I can fucking eat for a change."

A warm sense of freedom rinsed over Noreen.

Her neck and spine relaxed. She allowed a tingling to develop between her thighs. Enjoyed the reflexive buzz in her clit.

Late-night flight into New York City. Sparsely occupied seats in the dead of morning.

Calm.

The sense of being alone.

Noreen responded to the twinge between her hips.

Took hold of her cuntlips through her leggings. Winced as she twisted her clit.

Could she get away with a little frigging action right there in the seat?

Noreen reached to the empty seat beside her to fetch up the folded blanket.

She could wrap herself in it.

Curl up in her seat.

Cover her face.

Slip open her pants.

Lift her blouse.

Masturbate.

Not great.

But it would pass the time.

Keep her mind from other things.

Then Noreen's eyes jerked into focus.

The head hanging lazily off to the side two rows in front of Noreen moved.

She saw the ear stud in the left lobe glint.

Familiar?

Or was it just her imagination. Her fantasy taking over.

Did she know him?

The dark curly mop of hair on top. Slicked-back sides and short sideburns.

The dude rose into the aisles.

Looked about like a squirrel. Saw the vacant restroom up toward the front of the cabin.

"Shitfire," Noreen shmoozed through her lips. "Yeah. That's him. That guy."

As Noreen watched his ass twitch up toward the front of the cabin, she straightened up her sloppy clothing. Pulled her top tight over her tits.

Hitched up her elasticized slacks.

Checked her face out in the mirror of her compact makeup case.

Powdered her puss.

Applied a slick of lipgloss.

Fresh smile on display, Noreen watched and waited. Anxious she was, for the man to emerge from the restroom.

The door flared outward.

There was his head.

The smile peeled from her lips as she saw him walk with his head down.

He approached his seat.

Weaseled in.

Sat down.

"Shitfuckcunt," Noreen sneered under her breath. "Didn't even look up. Didn't even see me."

Then his head bobbed up.

Noreen's clit jumped.

He got out of his seat again.

Noreen's slit began to run in anticipation. Her throat went dry.

She saw the way he shimmied between the seats.

Stepped into the aisle. Checked for something in his front pockets.

Noreen felt her eyes glow.

Nipples tighten.

He shucked out a roll of bills from the front of his trousers. Counted the dough.

Shoved his hand back into his pants.

Noreen saw the bounce of his ballocks.

The tautness of his haunch.

Tasted in her imagination the tartness of his raunch.

She watched him as he glanced up and down the aisles with creased brow. As if looking for something-someone else.

He cocked his posture. Took two steps toward the back of the cabin.

His peepers drifted.

Scanned the other faces in the cabin-as males often did-looking most likely for a piece of woman-flesh to strike his fancy.

Eyes alighted on Noreen's stretched jersey. Boobs bulging with thick nips underneath.

"Say," he said.

"Noreen."

"Yeah. I remembered your name."

He stretched his palm toward her. "I'm Slash."

"I remembered too."

Noreen took his hand.

Shook it.

He held onto her wrist for a split-second longer than strictly necessary.

For an instant, Noreen thought-hoped-he would flick his lips to her wrist.

Kiss her hand.

Then paw her glands.

"You traveling to New York too, Noreen?"

"Yeah."

"Family?"

"Sort of. Yeah."

His features flattened.

"Oh, Noreen. I'm sorry."

"You knew?"

"I guessed it."

"Was I really that bad?"

"Fuck no. You were easily one of the best. But the coaching staff was being ridden hard by the Olympic committee to get rid of all chicks who even resembled women."

"Still doesn't help."

"Well, fuck, Noreen. I was canned too."

He jiggled his pocket.

Noreen saw the wad of bills through the material of his trousers. Silently chewed her lips as she sensed movement in his other wad.

"Say, listen, Noreen. I was in search of liquid refreshment. May I buy you another drink?"

"Sure."

He signaled for the female flight attendant. Noreen could tell the flight bitch was hot in the crotch for Slash as she took in his hardbod while serving up the drinks.

Noreen gloated inwardly.

Sucked on her vodka and lemon.

"So you were fired too?" she said as Slash eased into the empty seat next to her. "Weren't you there as a consultant?"

"Yeah. I wasn't officially on staff. But I contracted the gig on the basis of a long-term thing-a few months at least."

"What gives?"

"Look at it this way. New committee head takes over this year. Wants his own man in at coach. The current head coach gets rid of all the flesh she can-including you, babes. Hopes it's somehow gonna save some ass-hers."

"Figures."

"But the axe is already swinging at the committee headquarters. Even as Coach Haller's tossing your hiney to the wind, word is on the way that her head's gonna go on a roll pronto."

"Shit."

"Coach's ass is canned immediately, without warning. As of this afternoon in fact."

"Serves the fuckface right."

"I get my walking papers-in effect-right then-cause I'm one of the hands hired on by the now-former coach."

"Sorry about my mouthing off like that. Coach Haller is your friend?"

"No. You're right. Just another asshole-just like the new prick. She'd have bounced me if she thought it'd help her position. Such is life. Such are careers."

"So what are you going to do now?"

"Well, let's see. You know I was-at a time not so very long ago nor so far away-motivation and performance trainer for the women's swim team?"

"Oh. Was that you?-"

"Yeah. I was busted as scapegoat for alleged psycho-lesbo numbers that they were running down in the press."

"You were-I read somewhere-weren't you- uh-kind of a criminal?"

"I was subsequently hired for big bucks by the East Krauts."

"Now I remember."

"It was a straight-up business deal. But the media hopped on my ass again. Didn't appreciate that I was coaching the commies-even though it was on a strictly capitalistic basis."

"And the Americans fired you to begin with."

"Made no difference to them. So they implied I was a traitor-or at least some kind of rogue, rascal, spy."

"Shit. Yeah. There were reports in the press a couple years ago that Jacquette and I and the other gymnasts were supposed to be anorexic. The fucking bastards."

"The funny thing is, though-I learned a lot about training from the commie krauts. And since then I've used it when consulting with US squads. But you can see why no one in coaching wants my name linked with theirs."

"Guess so."

Noreen felt the heat increase in her belly. Asshole ached, ate at her undies.

Hungry twatlips chewed, salivated. Smacked open and shut in her groin.

She went into her purse. rummaged around for another tobacco stick.

"Anyway," the dude continued. "I've got other pokers in the fire. So to speak." He looked at her cigaretted yip.

So she did Like suck action. Slash thought she might like something else stuck in there.

"Cigarette?" he said.

"Sure. Here."

"Thanks."

"Light?"

"Fire away."

Noreen blared up a tall flame on her lighter. Touched the cigarette tips.

His head was wreathed in smoke. Fumes plumed through his nostrils.