Who's the master now?

When I reached the men, I leaned down and asked in a quiet tone, “How can I help you?”
“May I have a pillow, please?” one of them asked while the other man slept.
“Sure.”
“And while you’re at it, how about having a drink with me when we land?” he whispered in a suave tone.
As I handed him the pillow, I smiled, disregarding his offer. 
“Well, how about it?” he asked again.
I was just about to answer him when her call light came on. “Excuse me.” I said to him.
I strode down the isle with a flare of excitement. “I’m sorry if I woke you.” I apologized when I reached her.
“What did the gentlemen want?”
I decided at an attempt to make her jealous. “One of them wanted a date, actually.”
“And how did you respond?”
“I didn’t get a chance to respond.” I admitted to her.
“You wanted your panties back. That’s why you were looming over me earlier.”
“I…” 
Before I could continue my sentence, she interrupted me. “I knew you would try to get them back. That’s why I put them in a safe place. But, you may have them back under one condition.”
“Yes?” I asked in anticipation.
“First, go into the lavatory at the front of the plane and leave the door unlocked.”
I waited for her to continue, but she didn’t. “And then what?”

She glared at me, not saying a word. Without further question, I headed for the lavatory passing the men on the way. I entered the small bathroom and closed the door behind me and waited. And waited…and waited. After almost ten minutes of waiting, I sat down on the toilet seat in disappointment. I was half expecting her to bust her way in and…. and I don’t know what. 
With a sigh, I stood up and was about to leave the bathroom when the door suddenly swung open. It was she. She stepped into the tight room and closed the door behind her clicking the lock. I was trapped inside with her, prepared to do whatever she commanded. Her blouse was back on, though only one button kept it closed. I could see her succulent cleavage as my eyes glanced down at her. Without a word, she slid her hands down her waist and yanked up her skirt. She was wearing my blue panties. The thought of her slipping them on as she sat in her seat aroused me. I noticed the small spot of moisture in the center. When my eyes came up to meet hers, she quickly squatted down, pulling the panties off her body then returned to her stance. Her eyes locked on mine as my panties hung from her finger between us. Her stare burned right through me. I was under her spell, willing to do anything she asked of me at that point. She had me so turned on that my desire was brewing. 

“Lift up your skirt.” She ordered.
As if I were in a trance, my hands went to the hem of my skirt and lifted it up to my waist. I was naked from the waist down. She grinned at me wickedly before slowly squatting down to the floor in front of me. I felt her warm breath on my thigh, then on my unclothed pussy. I closed my eyes in anticipation of what she would do next, but she continued to simply exhale her warmth on my growing wetness. She wasn’t even touching me and yet I began to moan deep in my throat. Finally, I looked down at her, seeing the whites of her eyes under her heavily mascaraed lashes. She peered up at me for a moment and then held opened my panties. One by one, I lifted my feet and slipped into my panties. Her body rose as she glided them up to my waist. My breasts rose with a sharp intake of breath as she dressed me with my panties then she pushed the hem of my skirt down. Yet again, our eyes met.
“Turn around.” She ordered.

I obliged upon command and squeezed my body around, turning my back on her. She waited a moment, and then her hands went around my waist. Starting from my abdomen, her hands rose gradually up my body and rested on my chest. Her hands cupped my tender breasts as she leaned against me, her breath now caressing my neck.
“Listen carefully,” she whispered into my ear. “When we reach London, take a cab outside the airport to 1545 Harding Palace Dr.” My eyes closed at the feel of her warm breath on my ear. She was melting me with her voice. “Walk up the front steps to the door on the right. Do not ring the bell. You will enter that doorway and take the elevator up to the top flat, the penthouse. Once inside, you will find a note on the table next to the elevator doors.” Her hands moved over my breasts. “Do not disappoint me. Your job depends on it.” She removed her hands from my breasts and my eyes opened. She grasped one of my hands, brought it up in front of me and then placed a key inside my palm. Without another word, she slipped out of the bathroom.

After Ms. Price left the bathroom, I stood there in a complete daze. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a few moments, contemplating what had just happened. Here I was, a 28-year-old heterosexual woman that was absolutely turned on by another woman. With the realization that I had never had an attraction to another woman before, I became more excited with thoughts of what she could have done to me as she squatted in front of me only moments ago. Leaning over the sink, I splashed some water on my face, bringing me back to reality in a flash. I briefly checked my make-up and then departed from the small lavatory. 
The remaining hours of the flight went by quietly, but seemed to last forever. There wasn’t another request from Ms. Price, to my disappointment. As I went about my job, assisting other passengers from time to time, I thought about her. I thought about her silky cleavage peaking out from her blouse and how her hard nipples protruded from under the blanket. How I wondered what those rounded breasts looked like completely uncovered? My arousal grew by the minute. I became so aware of my own sex thinking about her wearing the same panties that I now had on. Visions of that moist patch on my own panties as she pulled her skirt up, were haunting me. My mind focused on the idea so intently that I swore I could feel her juices penetrating me. Throughout the flight, I passed by Ms. Price’s row at least a half dozen times. Almost every time, she simply ignored me by turning her back to me as I past. The way she neglected me drove me out of my mind. I ached to hear her sexy voice utter my name again. I wanted to heed her demands and serve her like the skillful attendant I was. The more these thoughts circulated in my head, the more aroused I became. 

The captain finally announced that we would be landing in approximately 30 minutes and so I decided to question Ms. Price one last time if she needed anything. As I strode toward her, my heart thumping in my chest, I scanned my memory for the orders she gave me earlier in the bathroom. I surprised myself when I remembered them exactly since I hadn’t given them a second thought after she breathed the request into my ear. When I reached her seat, I almost forgot why I had come.

She was sprawled out in the row of seats with her eyes shut. Her head was against the window and her legs were stretched out across the seat that she had been sitting in the entire flight. She had the blanket covering herself from the waist down and her blouse was buttoned mid-way up her body. I directed my attention at her tanned cleavage that peaked out from under her blouse. Thoughts of touching that soft flesh invaded my mind. I didn’t want to wake her, for I wanted to continue to ogle her, yet if I did wake her, perhaps I would have to repent for my disrespect. Since her punishments were becoming more erotic and exciting, I pondered waking her. Suddenly, she moved. She arched one of her legs up from under the blanket; the blanket fell and exposed her naked knee. I quickly glanced up to her face to find that her eyes were still closed, as if she were sleeping. My eyes were drawn back to her waist as I caught her moving again. As if unaware of my presence, her hand moved to her waist and swiftly threw the blanket aside, revealing the rest of her body. Her skirt had ridden up to her waist and I had a clear view of her naked pussy. My heart skipped a beat when I noted that she was completely shaved. Her pink nether lips appeared moist and swollen as she parted her legs slightly. My mouth watered at the glorious sight of her nakedness and how I longed to taste her. 

“Have you remembered my directions, Susan?” She spoke, surprising me out of my daze. Then she quickly pulled her skirt down, covering herself. 
Her eyes shot open and gazed deep into my subconscious. “Well, have you remembered?”
“Um… yes, Ms. Price. I remember.” I stumbled, barely able to breath I was so turned on.
“Good because I hate repeating orders and your job depends on it.” She boomed. “Now, was there something you wanted since you disturbed me so rudely?”
“Well, ma’am,” I realized too late that I called her ma’am, but I continued anyway. “I just wanted to check to see if you needed anything else. We will be landing in about 30 minutes.”
She smiled viciously. “Oh, Susan. You must enjoy the punishment, for you continue to disobey me.” 
I didn’t say a word in response. She was correct, perhaps I did disobey her intentionally since her punishments excited me so much.
“You will amend that mistake later. But for now, please grab my briefcase.” As I grabbed her briefcase with a somber expression on my face she said, “Open it and take out the black shopping bag.” I did as she requested. “Now go.” 
I placed the case back to its original spot before walking away. “Oh, Susan,” I heard from behind me. “Make sure you are wearing it,” was the last words I heard her say before we landed. 

As I quickly headed to the front of the plane, I felt the wetness build between my legs. I thought I would explode before I reached my destination. Her words repeated in my head as I entered the cramped lavatory; “Oh Susan. You must enjoy the punishment, for you continue to disobey me.” My mind raced as I sat on the toilet seat opening the bag that she had me take. Inside was a pair of panties. Though, they were not ordinary panties. They were red with a black lace trim and they were crotchless. My body tingled at the thought of her seeing me in them. I stood up and slid down my own panties, then replaced them with the new ones. As I looked down at the dark patch of pubic hair that protruded through the opening of these sexy panties, I couldn’t help but touch myself. My fingers glided over the moist hairs as my clit began to tingle. I was almost ashamed at how turned on I was, yet those thoughts quickly converted to arousal. My mouth opened and my eyes closed, and I envisioned Ms. Price’s shaved pussy as my fingers toyed with my own. I parted my wet lips with my fingers, imagining her hands on my body. 
From outside the bathroom, I heard the “fasten seatbelt” bing, alerting me that we would be landing shortly. Disappointed that I didn’t have more time, I smoothed my skirt over my new panties. I brought my fingers to my lips and tasted my own juices, imagining it was Ms. Price that I tasted, before I stepped out of the bathroom. My entire body was tingling and ached for release. I needed to cum so badly, but I knew I couldn’t, yet. When I reached my seat for landing, I was reeling with anticipation. My face was flushed with excitement as I sat quietly next to my co-worker.
“Are you feeling alright, Susan?” She asked me. 
I had become so oblivious to everything and everyone around me except for my arousal and Ms. Price that it took a moment to register the fact that I had been asked a question. “Uh…Oh, yes. I’m fine.”
“Are you sure, because your face looks flushed?”
“Oh? Maybe I’m coming down with something.” I countered. “Yeah, horniness.” I thought.

When the plane landed, I rushed to the door to give the passengers their “farewells.” I couldn’t wait to get off the plane and find a cab. As the passengers shuffled past me, I gave my polite, “take care… have a nice day…hope you enjoyed the flight…come and see us again…” routine awaiting Ms. Price to pass by. When the last of the passengers scurried past me minus Ms. Price, I wondered if I had absent-mindedly missed her. The other flight attendants began to disperse and chat with one another when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. She rose from her seat, grabbed her briefcase and strolled straight toward me. As she sauntered down the isle with that confident stride of hers, the other flight attendants quieted. She strode past them as if they weren’t there, making penetrating eye contact with me.
“Thank you for your hospitality, Susan.” She spoke in a suave tone. Her eyes briefly roamed the length of my body before stepping past me.
“Hope to see you again,” was my eloquent response. Then I turned to my co-workers to see the looks of shock on their faces.
Joining two of my co-workers, I departed from the arrival gate. “So, I see you made friends with ‘the Queen’.” One of them addressed me.
“Yes. She’s not all that bad once you get to know her.”
“Well, congratulations on such an advantageous first flight. You scored mega bonus points with the airlines, I’m sure, making nice with Ms. Price.”
“Thank you.” I smiled. If only they knew.

We went our separate ways when we reached the end of the terminal. With my luggage wheeling behind me, I followed the signs through Heathrow Airport to the baggage claim where I was sure to find a cab. As I exited through the automatic doors into rainy London, I caught a glimpse of Ms. Price getting into a black stretch limo. The driver immediately closed her door and scampered around the vehicle then hopped inside. I watched as the car drove off. I wondered if she was heading to the flat that she informed me about. I guess I would soon find out.

“1545 Harding Palace Dr.” I stated to the cab driver as I slid into the backseat. I had no idea what to expect as I headed for my destination.
The driver drove in silence, unlike the New York City cab drivers that I was used to. Though, I was more than happy that I did not have to converse with this strange man. My thoughts were reoccupied with how wild this entire scenario was. I couldn’t believe I was actually going along with her demands. Would she truly have me fired if I didn’t show up at this apartment? I opened my purse and took out the key that she had given me. Gripping it in my palm, my mind went back to the feel of her touching me in the small bathroom of the plane. Then I thought about her words, “Walk up the front steps to the door on the right. Do not ring the bell.” Was this the key to unlock the door to the building? It was all so mysterious, yet stimulating. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so curious, so excited, so turned on…so horny. My thoughts drifted to the panties, the crotchless panties. My arousal peaked as I watched the driver’s eyes through the rearview mirror while my hand went under my skirt. The lack of material of the panties made my pulsing cunt easily accessible. I parted my legs and slid a finger inside my wetness. I had been told, once, by a former boyfriend that I was a prude, now here I was, in a cab fingering myself. The thought of the driver catching me masturbating excited me all the more and I plunged a second finger inside myself. My breath came in short silent gasps as my fingers slid in and out of my pussy. Suddenly, the driver’s eyes were glancing at me in the mirror. My eyes widened and I climaxed in a burst of relief. 
“Everything alright, Miss?” The driver questioned.