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Being an airline stewardess has its advantages, Nancy Kane thought to herself as she gazed at her pretty young co-worker. You get to travel to exotic new places, help people, and... (best of all) pick up on some of the foxiest ladies anywhere in the world.

Cheryl Dalton certainly fit that description. She was a short, shapely and well-endowed brunnette--quite a delectible sight, Nancy mused as they served dinner to the passengers. She loved the way Cheryl's tight, dark navy skirt hugged the smooth, pear-shaped curves of her ass when she bent down to ask a passenger's meal preference. And Nancy knew she was not the only person on the plane to notice the way Cheryl's full breasts filled the white blouse of her uniform. Quite a few men--and some women--did a double take when the pretty young brunette walked down the isle.

"But she's mine," Nancy said to herself with conviction. They had already agreed to share a room together once they reached their stay-over in Chicago. She was sure Cheryl didn't expect anything besides a little economy, but Nancy was determined to give her much more for her money's worth.

Nancy had a lot to give. An attractive 5'5", 36-24-34, with long wavy brown hair, she was just as enticing as her co-worker. But her hips, which men dreamed about as she sashayed down the isle, were reserved for a woman's touch only. Nancy Kane was a high-flying lesbian, and proud of it.

It was snowing fiercely as they flew into Chicago--they barely got clearance to land. Once on the ground, the captain announced that no flights would be leaving the airport for at least a day, and maybe longer. The passengers groaned, but Nancy was thrilled. All the more time now to make her move on Cheryl!

"Looks like we'll have a chance to get to know each other better," Nancy said to her co-worker with a smile as they gave the cabin one last check-over before deplaning.

"I guess we might as well do a little partying," Cheryl replied happily. "No reason to worry about flying with a hangover tommorrow!"

Nancy was glad her young friend was excited about the prospect of some fun time off. She was determined not to spoil the mood by wasting any more time in the airport. After a quick goodbye to the captain and co-pilot, the two women grabbed a cab which laboured through the blinding snowstorm to their hotel.

"Not really a good night to go out," Nancy said, trying to not to sound as thrilled as she was at the way things were turning out for her. "Maybe we should just take a bottle of champagne up to our room after dinner and have our own little party."

"Sounds fine to me," Cheryl said innocently. Nancy couldn't be sure whether the other woman had any clue to her intentions, but she wasn't going to argue with good luck!

After checking in, they had a drink in the bar and waited for a dinner table to open up. As the liquor flowed their small talk gave way to a great conversation that continued over dinner. And when the dessert dinner drinks were poured, their happy dialogue continued until the restaurant was virtually empty.

"Looks like we put this place to bed!," Cheryl said a bit sheepishly.

"I guess it's about time we thought about bed ourselves," replied Nancy.

"Don't forget the bottle of champagne you promised!"

"I wouldn't dream of it!" Nancy was thrilled that Cheryl was still up for a party. The evening was turning out just as she had hoped. They split the check, Nancy got the bubbly and a couple of glasses, and they headed off for their room.

"I'm going to take a quick shower, Nancy," Cheryl said. "Do you mind?"

"Not if I can have one right after you!" Nancy surveyed the room while Cheryl washed up. Better than average decor, but the two large queen beds created a problem. They'd each be in separate beds. Nancy began to dream up a scheme to innocently work her way into the one Cheryl would be sleeping in. She didn't want to take the chance of ruining their now-warm relationship with a direct come-on. During dinner, Nancy had gotten to know her new friend a lot better, and--although she couldn't sure--Nancy suspected Cheryl had never made love to another woman before. No, there was a better way to initiate this lovely young thing...

The hot steamy shower left Nancy warm and ready for sex. She pulled on a cream-colored silk teddy and stepped out of the bathroom. Cheryl was lying on one of the beds, sipping champagne and watching some TV movie. The violet nightdress loosely draped around her womanly frame hung open at the chest, revealing a round breast. Nancy had to restrain herself from laying right down next to Cheryl and making a move on her then and there. "Everything in time," she thought.

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"How's the champagne?"

"Great! Try some!" Cheryl said with a smile.

Nancy walked over to the nightstand between the beds. She had purposefully placed the ice bucket on her side and had thrown back her covers to get the bed ready. Picking up a glass, she grabbed the neck of the champagne bottle. Now if she could just make this look natural...

"Whooops! Oh No!" Nancy exclaimed as she lifted the bottle to fill her glass and the ice bucket spilled all over her bed.

Cheryl looked over and laughed. "Oh my God! It's soaked." And indeed it was... just as Nancy had secretly planned it would be.

"It's sopping. I can't sleep on that!" Nancy said, feigning dismay. "What am I going to do?" The corners of her mouth were drawn down in a pout. "I'd hate to call the maid at this hour--and the matress will probably be damp all night."

"Don't worry about it, Nancy. There's plenty of room in my bed," Cheryl said.

"Oh..., are you sure?"

"Of course, fill your glass up and get over here!"

That was all Nancy needed to hear. She slipped into the covers next to Cheryl and poured herself a glass of champagne. "How about more for you?" proffering the bottle to her pretty bed-mate.

"You bet!" Cheryl grabbed her glass and held it out for more. As she did so, her nightdress fell back, baring one of her big tits. She didn't seem self conscious and made no move to conceal it. Nancy leaned toward the brunette and poured her a full glass. Setting the bottle down, she raised her own glass in a toast.

"Here's to you--it's nice to make a new friend." Their eyes met. Nancy wasn't sure if it was just the alcohol or something more, but it seemed that Cheryl's eyes were a bit moist with emotion.

"The feeling's mutual," Cheryl said. "Thanks."

They gazed at each other as they drank deeply of the sweet bubbly fluid. For a moment, the world stopped around them. Sounds ceased. Their breathing halted. A deep connection seemed to have suddenly been established. Deep inside herself, Cheryl felt sensations welling up: admiration, appreciation, affection...

Almost as one, Nancy was experiencing the same rush of emotions. Her eyes, too, began to grow misty. She felt an overwhelming urge to touch Cheryl and just couldn't resist reaching out to tenderly stroke a lock of hair from this sweet woman's face.

"How are you doing?" she asked in a soft, sisterly voice, her hand resting on Cheryl's cheek.

"I'm good. I..." Cheryl paused. It's not that she didn't know what to say. It's just that she didn't know how to say it. She'd never said it to anyone before. But tonight, deligtfully drunk, with a beautiful woman like Nancy in bed so close, Cheryl had to admit to herself that the lesbian fantasies she had secretly indulged in for years could finally become a reality. She didn't know how to admit that to Nancy, however, nor how to get things started after that. "I... I want..."

"I want you too, baby..." Nancy replied, her words instantly freeing them both from the awkward bondage of not knowing if their feelings were mutual. And the flash in Cheryl's eyes confirmed it was true. She slid her cheek up from Nancy's hand to offer her lips in feminine surrender.