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The Trans-Atlantic Disaster (Part 5)

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The flight attendant started making her way through the line of girls standing in the aisle. Her name tag bounced and jiggled along with the motions of her breasts. Her buttcheeks hit and brushed against the girls she was passing by. Her blue eyes looked directly at him. He went a little limp in his seat, marveling at how beautiful her face was. This woman belonged in Hollywood, not as a worker in an airplane.

She was just a few feet away when she suddenly looked at the other side of the aisle. Her smile grew. Thomas looked away from the blonde beauty standing over him, and glanced at the girl sitting next to him on the other side of the aisle.

The tan girl sitting across the aisle had her hand raised too. Her brown eyes gazed up at Chelsea as the flight attendant turned to face her. As he stared at the dark haired girl in bewilderment, she slowly turned her head and looked at him.

Her hand lowered a bit. She gazed at him with a look of innocence, her eyes wide and her lips pouting a little, her dark wavy hair framing her beautiful face. But as Chelsea walked up to her, ignoring him, the corners of the tan girls lips started curving into a smirk. Her facial expression lost its innocence as her dark eyebrows moved upwards. Her eyes glinted evilly. Her lips parted into a victorious smile, and she tilted her head, beaming at him.

The tan girl's taunting expression of victory was the last thing Thomas saw of her before Chelsea's bubbly, beautiful buttcheeks moved into his field of vision, preventing him from seeing anything else.

He sighed softly. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't look away from Chelsea's ass. Her hindquarters pressed against her thin stretchy blue pencil skirt, plump and firm, perfectly shaped. He tugged at his seatbelt again, but it still didn't give. The blonde flight attendant's ass moved closer and closer to him, her buttcheeks bulging against her skirt as she started to bend over.

Thomas' cock ached with longing as Chelsea stuck her mouthwatering ass out at him, standing with her hands resting on her shapely thighs.

"Can I help you, ma'am?" he heard her ask the tan girl.

"Um, yes," the tan girl replied, and he heard that her voice had a hint of laughter in it. "Um, I actually wanted to ask you about the toilets."

Thomas took a calming breath, inhaling the residual stench of the farts from the girls surrounding him. Chelsea bent over a little more, placing her hands on top of the seats lining the aisle in front of her. Her ass moved enticingly in front of his face as she shifted her weight onto her right foot. On Chelsea's right side, he saw Andrea stick her hips out behind her, pointing her ass at him as well. The redhead wore an expression similar to the tan girl as she looked over her shoulder at him.

"Okay," Chelsea said cheerfully. "What would you like to know?"

"Well," the tan girl began, "it's just that I've been farting so much, and I can't stop. I already used the toilet earlier on in the flight, but I know I'm going to have to go again. I just can't stop farting, and it smells like bad chili and poop."

In that moment, Andrea released a high pitched little grunt, and her ass jiggled as she thrust her hips backwards.

BVVVVRRRTT

A beautiful fart whooshed out from between her pale buttcheeks, warming Thomas' face. He squirmed in his seat, breathing in the redhead's thick fumes. After she finished farting, Andrea's mouth dropped open, and her eyes narrowed to happy slits. Her shoulders shook as she grinned, overcome with laughter.

"Oh, I know exactly what you're talking about," Chelsea laughed. "I've been passing gas too, it's horrible."

Her ass moved in front of his face again. As Andrea's stench grew stronger and stronger, Chelsea swung her hips to the left, placing her weight on her other foot. On Chelsea's left side, the darker girl stared at Thomas. Her round beautiful brown eyes blinked, her long eyelashes fluttering innocently as her fingers played with her tightly curled brown hair. Then her hand moved to her skirt, and she slowly started lifting it. A corner of her mouth started travelling upwards. She stuck a cute pose as she faced him, bending one leg while straightening the other. He looked down at her thick thighs and then back up at her. She lifted the side of her skirt all the way up, revealing the skin of her hip, where he saw the fabric of her soft white underwear. As she stared at him with that charmingly playful look, one of her eyelids lowered slightly.