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The Trans-Atlantic Disaster (Part 4)

As Thomas slouched in his seat, trying his best to preserve his sanity, the door to the bathroom behind him unlocked with a click. The goth girl's hair swished through the air again as she whipped her head around to look at the restroom. She looked excited. Her eyes practically sparkled with anticipation, and she grinned as she clasped her hands together in front of her chest, revealing her perfect teeth.

He just couldn't take his eyes off of Jessi's ass. His gaze remained fixed on the shapes of her pert buttcheeks under her cloth shorts. The sound of her scented air flowing out from between them replayed over and over in his head. This was it, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened in his life, this was the sexiest thing he had ever seen a girl do, had ever heard of a girl doing. His brain felt like it was on fire. Feelings of arousal and frustration filled him, and he wished there was some way to relieve the intense desire he was feeling in that moment.

"That fart was disgusting, Jessi!" Sasha exclaimed next to him. "How on earth did you do that?"

Thomas continued staring at her ass, in shock, as Jessi's stomach gurgled again. She grunted with discomfort, and threw her weight onto one foot. His cock throbbed as he watched her buttcheeks move enticingly under her shorts.

"I'm just glad my shorts are still clean," Jessi replied with a chuckle. She seemed to be looking at something at her phone, unaware that her ass was inches away from Thomas' face.

"Ugh, fucking finally," the goth girl sighed.

Thomas twisted around in his seat and looked at the bathroom behind him. The girl with the glasses had stepped out, and was adjusting the white button down top under her vest. She looked up and took a deep breath, an expression of contentment on her face. Her hips swayed from side to side as she adjusted her plaid skirt, and then she started marching down the aisle.

"Whew, I am glad that's over," she said as she neared the goth girl. She smirked as if she was talking about a soccer match she had won. "Talk about diarrhea. So messy! It's a miracle I didn't get it all over myself, to be honest."

"Oh, that's so gross," Jessi groaned, but there was a hint of a chuckle in her voice. Sasha and the goth girl laughed quietly.

The girl with the glasses raised her eyebrows, looking more proud than ever.

"Good luck," she said to the goth girl, patting her on the shoulder.

"I'll need it," she replied with a wide smile.

The girl with the glasses chuckled as she started to pass by the goth girl and Jessi. Then her eyes landed on Thomas, and she paused.

"Are you sure you want to be sitting there?" she asked, her eyes widening a little. "I mean, with your face right by Jessi's butt? Us girls are all liable to blow at any second, you know."

Thomas didn't know what to say. Jessi didn't react. She just stood completely still, scrolling through her phone.

"He's in the splash zone," Sasha giggled, and the girl with the glasses started laughing.

"Oh, come on," Jessi said. She turned her head to glance briefly over her shoulder, and those beautiful green eyes finally landed on him. "He's fine," she said, smiling as she turned and looked down at her phone again. Her hand reached towards her ass and pulled her shorts out from between her buttcheeks.

"My farts aren't that bad," Jessi continued. Her stomach grumbled.

Sasha snorted with laughter. Thomas' cock throbbed as Jessi casually continued scrolling through her phone.

"Alright," the goth girl announced. "I'm up! See you on the other side, girls!"

She looked down at Thomas with a fire in her eyes.