STEAMY ROMANCE

As Ron realized he could make out Beth's white thong disappearing between the firm cheeks of her ass as she strutted into the boutique, his dick began to call for the blood which had just moments earlier been inhabiting his embarrassed face. He quickly found a seat, laid his carry- on bag across his bulging lap, and began to contemplate whether or not Beth had seriously intended to be so forward with him, or was she just messing with him some... and the way Pam and Beth were dressed along with Amy's disregard for their sexy attire and its noticeable effect on him, plus Amy without panties, and Pam and Beth obviously without bras..Ron's mind was reeling, his cock was growing, and then they came back out from the boutique ready to board the plane.

The older women headed toward the gate while Amy strolled over to get Ron. She was now also wearing her new dress. It differed slightly from that her mom and Beth had purchased. Hers was not quite the daring spaghetti strap design, but did have a scooped neckline that showed more than a hint of cleavage, just like the others. Like theirs, it also came down to just above the knee, hanging down loosely from the enticingly snug fit across the bust line.

Amy stepped onto the escalator first, leaving Ron one step below her. He quickly confirmed there was no one getting on behind them, then dropped his hand to her muscular calf. She turned only slightly and flashed Ron a knowing grin as his hand moved further up, past the back of her knee, beneath her dress, and quickly to her bare ass. "So, Beth didn't buy you any panties I see?" Ron asked in a hushed tone.

"Oh God no, but you wouldn't believe what happened. While I was checking out the dress one last time in the mirror, Beth starts gathering up my skirt and tank top." Amy said, even as Ron's fingers began tracing up and down the lips of her pussy. "She is about ready to hand them to me, when she notices the stains across the front and asked me what I got all over my shirt." "Mmmm, that really is starting to feel good." Amy cooed in reaction to Ron's ever active fingers.

"Don't stop with the story now, we are almost to the top" Ron said as his index finger began to probe slightly past her moistening opening.

"I'll try, but you make it hard to keep my train of thought. So, anyway, I tried to play it off, saying it was just ice cream."

"Quick thinking" Ron responded as he glanced past Amy to Pam and Beth, who were now approaching the top of the escalator. "Did she go for it?"

Amy kept talking, and Ron was listening, but his eyes were transfixed to the sight above. The upward angle coupled with the relative shortness of their dresses presented quite a sight to young Ron. Each woman's legs looked even longer than usual from this position, and their toned thighs retreated beneath the hem of their dresses only inches from their round ass cheeks. But the sunlight shining down from the many windows in the concourse level was at just the right position to provide for a truly sexy image of both women. Their dresses let the sunlight pass through so that their curvaceous bodies were clearly silhouetted through the cotton material, and Beth's panties especially, were plainly evident in contrast to her tanned body and yellow dress.

Luckily for Ron, Amy was too preoccupied with his fingers, and her story, to notice what had taken his attention from her, as she went on, "Ron, pay attention, you won't believe what happened next. After I tell her it's ice cream, she says 'That sounds good, what flavor did you get.Wait, don't tell me, let me guess.' Then she held my shirt up to her nose and sniffs. And while she is doing this, I realize there must have been more on there than we knew, because she keeps finding more stains than we did, and some are obviously still damp."

"No way!" Ron exclaimed, his cock now reacting to the combination of the recent image presented by Pam and Beth , his finger pistoning methodically in and out of his girlfriend's pussy, and the image of Beth examining Amy's cum stained shirt. "Then what?"

"Mmmm, you have to stop with your hand Ron, ...for now.. But you can count on the fact that I will have you go down on me as soon as we get alone again. You owe me one, but for now we are almost to the top."

Ron looked back up, realizing Pam and Beth are off the escalator, waiting for them a mere ten steps up. He quickly slipped his hand from beneath Amy's dress, eliciting a moan of desire from her as she watched him discreetly suck her juices from his finger.

"I can't finish now" Amy whispered as they got ready to step off toward their gate, "but you won't believe what happened," then seeing the concerned look on his face, she went on, "Don't worry, we weren't busted, but you still won't believe what she ..."

"Hurry up you two.' Pam interrupted her daughter, "Our plane is boarding." Ron was thankful he had a carry on bag to hide his boner as they made their way onto the plane for the Grand Bahama Island.

They had four seats across the medium sized plane, two on each side of the aisle. Neither of them having ever flown before, Ron and Amy quickly got into an mild argument over which of them got to sit next to the window. Pam intervened, giving up her window seat to Ron, and agreeing to take the aisle seat next to her daughter. Ron's cock had managed to soften some during the time they boarded the plane, although it was still semi-swollen. As other passengers were also moving about the crowded plane, Ron stood in the aisle while Pam edged past Beth to stand in the aisle with Ron. Pam's efforts to get past her friend required her to lean over from the waist, causing her dress to fall from her body, giving Ron a prolonged view down the neckline of her dress. Her braless tits were visible almost to her nipples, which to his disappointment were still hidden firmly against her new dress.

Just as she cleared Beth, and was preparing to move to her seat, a rather heavy lady, toting a big bag came barreling down the aisle. She forced both Ron and Pam to move back closer to Beth, still seated in the aisle seat. As the lady's girth pressed into Pam, she had no choice but to scoot back even further, eventually pressing her firm ass against Ron.

Ron was thankful for the difference in their height. No matter how much he tried to avoid contact with Pam's ass, he couldn't. But at least his prick didn't lodge right between her fabulous cheeks, like it would have a woman as tall as Beth. Her ass was however pressing against his upper thighs and balls, and as she shifted from one foot to another, her firm cheeks actually seemed to cause his balls to shift from side to side. His cock was at the same time laying across his pelvis, therefore lightly pressing about six inches of his rapidly swelling dick horizontally across the small of her back. Ron quickly realized the irony in this situation, for if Pam's ass were not so pronounced and bubbly, he would not have had the space between them to prevent his cock from pressing against her back like a rolling pin. Their close proximity also allowed Ron the opportunity to look directly over Pam's shoulder, down the front of her dress. As she leaned her upper body back slightly to avoid the fat lady, he could actually see between her lovely boobs, down to her flat stomach, and managed to catch a quick glimpse of her black panties

Pam watched at the obese lady bulled on past. She was well aware of how her ass was pressed into Ron, but she was unable to do anything about it. She tried to move right or left, but with the limited space available to her, she only succeeded in pressing first one, then the other of buns into his scrotum. She couldn't believe she was in this situation again so soon after their encounter in the back seat, only now it was obvious each of them were fully awake and aware of the predicament they were in.

Pam could feel Ron's big young cock pressed across what felt to be the complete width of her slender back. She caught herself trying to guess just how big Ron's dick was, then quickly forced those thoughts from her mind. Her daughter was sitting only two feet from her for God's sake, and intentionally or not, she was grinding her ass into Amy's boyfriend's cock and balls. The perversion of the whole situation made her feel guilty for sure. But, it was also having the same effect on her that swept through her body earlier in the car. Pam could feel herself growing wet. Finally the lady passed, and Pam quickly took her seat. She decided she would use the flight time to decide how she should handle what just address with Ron, if at all.

Beth watched with interest the entire episode that played out only inches from her face. Ron's ass was pressed into the edge of her seatback, and although she couldn't see his crotch, there was no doubt Pam had been forced to press her ass right into him. The rude passenger pressing past had caused them both to have to wriggle around, obviously grinding against each other. Beth noticed Pam quickly separate and take her seat as soon as she was able. Beth also made note of the way Ron scooted past with his back to her, slipped into his seat and dropped the service tray across his lap. Beth's earlier vow to have some fun with young Ron flashed through her mind, and she knew now would be a perfect opportunity to further torment him as he obviously tried to hide his erection.

As the plane taxied out, and the stewardess gave the usual instructions, Beth said to Ron, "She said put your tray in an upright and locked position. Want me to do it for you?" and she began to reach for the tray.

Ron jumped as if he had been shocked, "NO! er sorry, I mean no, I can do it." And he grabbed a magazine to slide over his lap as he raised the tray.

"I was just trying to help." Beth said , giving it her best hurt feelings tone.

"I am sorry," Ron said quickly, feeling guilty for having snapped at Beth. "It's just that, ah, well I guess I am nervous about flying, that's all."

"No problem," Beth said as the plane throttled up and began to pick up speed, "I still get a little freaked every time I fly. Taking off is the worst part for me." As the plane began to leave the earth, she dropped her hand over and gripped Ron's knee as if it were a nervous reaction. He actually was nervous about the flight, and didn't notice for a second or two that her hand was on his thigh, and had caused the magazine to scoot further across his lap.

A few seconds later, as the plane leveled off, Beth seemed to become aware of her hand clasping Ron's leg, and removed it, saying, "Sorry about the death grip, like I said, I just get nervous."