A Vacation to the Canary Islands

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The announcement that the British Airlines flight to the Canary Island was now boarding crackled over the PA system. Emma, Elizabeth, and Mary Dean along with their husbands were treating themselves to an overdue vacation. Over the past months, the six of them had been con-spiring and had been ransacking their workplaces and breaking into automobiles parked on the street to acquire quite a large sum of money to make the trip possible. They were now eager to blow their ill-gotten gains and had splurged on tickets for first class tickets. They were eager to engage in their mutual held quirkly fetish involving pee vandalism. During the time prior to their departure they had discussed with excitement the one thing they were going to do ... totally relax, well two things ..... and to engage in relieving their bladders at other people's expense.
     The three pee puddles that had been deposited in the back seat of their Uber driver's van suggested that the friends were even less reticent in their habits than usual since the driver could have easy discovered the three women relieving themselves on the floor mats of the van. They were were planning to urinate wherever and whenever opportunigy presented itself including on the plane. One look at how Emma was dressed gave an  indication of her preparedness to take a pee. She wearing a tan, polyester skirt that extended three-fourths of the way down thighs that tighty encased her mature, bit overweight body and hugged her curvacious posterior. She opted to wear a traditional cut,  white blouse that was fleshly starched and pressed. She had left the top three buttons undone to reveal she wore a sheer white brassiere and that whenever she bent for-ward her ample cleavage would clearly be on view. She normally would wear at least a throng but she had foregone wearing any underpants for travelng. She felt that it was a pity that when she went through security that nobody would probably check to prove she wore no underpants.
     Emma's friend Mary Dean was smartly dressed and was wearing a pleated navy skirt that fell three inches above her dmpled knees. Her attire had the appearance that was closer to her usual appearance even it it was a bit tight fitting. In contrast to her dear friend Emma, she  was wearing underwear underneath her skirt. Even so her choice of panties was beyond the norm for it was a crotchless, pearly white pair. The panties were extremely sheer with feminine stitched pink floral details added. The fact that she had chosen or neglected to wear a bra...it was not as if she wanted to be seen with her large nipples and puffy aureoles poking at the sheer polyester fabrc of her blouse or anythng!
     of the trhree friends, Elizabeth was usual the the most outrageously dressed for wore an outfit designed for a much younger female and not a mature woman like herself. She was wearing a wrap around skirt which opened as she strolled across the airport corridor to reveal more than what was considered decent and a ivory colored, crocheted halter top which barely was able to hold her breasts in and from exposure.
     Upon entering the elevator at the far end of the terminal, Mary Dean's husband decided to take advantage of the momentary privacy. As the elevator doors closed he turned his back to the others and stood in the corner of the small space. He unzipped his fly and whipped out his good sized dick and proceeded to piss all over the metal floor and one third of the way up the paneled wall. Just as he finished urinating there was an announcement over the public address system for all passengers to board the their flight. Mary Dean's husband hastely stuffed his still dribbling dick back into his khaki trousers. As the elevator doors opened, an elderly couple preparing to enter the elevator hesitated and eyed the puddle of cooling piss in the corner. The grey-haired woman looked directly at the six of them and under her breath uttered in no uncertain terms what she thought of their behavior and mouthed the words "Schwein," referring to them in German as swine. The woman's reaction caused Emma, Elizabeth, and Mary Dean to laugh at her while their husband pointed fingers of blame at each other.
     The party of four having checked in at the arport desk and went through securty made their way to then proper gate to board their early mornng flght. As they entered the airplane Emma turned and looked at her two friends who returned her conspiratory smirk as they were welcomed aboard by a mature flight attendent. Since the flight was so early manyn of the passengers looked weary and tired, but emma and her frends as well as their husbands were wide awake and eager to see what naughty pee activities they could get away with on the flight. Being in first class meant that they boarded first and as they entered first class section they all took note of the first class cabin features. There were paired, elegantly uphostered seats on each side and the floor instead of being vinyl was richly carpeted. They passed a toilet cubical reserved only for first class passengers as they entered which none of them planned to use by mutual consent when they began planning their pee adventure!
     As the six of them stood in the aisle behind a queue of first class passengers which was being held up by an older, large breasted and equally large assed woman struggling with her baggage. Emma's who was in front of the others saw one of the quirkier events to occur during the flight . The grey haired and balding husband of the struggling woman rather than helping her stood shifting his considerable weight from foot to foot in what Emma initially mistaken as impatience, but then recognized that he was performing a "I need to pee dance." The queue showed no sign of moving as his apparent need to relieve himself became more urgent and there was no way that he would be able to make his way back up the aisle to the toilet cubicle. He finally just shrugged his shoulders in apparent surrender to the urgng of hs bladder and turned slightly to face the empty row of seats beside him and unfastened his fly.
     Emma did not quite expect to witness whay happened next! She watched, wide-eyed, as the beer-bellied man withdrew his small, wrinkled dick from his trousers and began to piss on the floor in front of the empty seats where he and his wife were going to sit. His mostly clear stream of piss arched out in front of him, splashing willy-nilly all over the carpeted flooring and leaving  damp flecks of urine not only on the seats but also on the back of the seats in front. Noticing that Emma was closely watching him urinate the man gave her a friendly nod and commented that he often flew on this particular flight and that the crew knew of propensity for urinating on the floor of the cabin. He then nonchalantly turned  his attention back to what he was doing and as the stream weakened and became a mere dribble, the man shook the droplets of piss from his dick head, sending them flying in all directions. Emma  glanced around the cabin to gauge the reaction of the other passengers and nione of them seemed at all perturbed by the man now putting away his exposed dick and refastening his fly.
     Almost as soon as the passengers had all taking their seats, they were approached by a flight attendant wearing a skimpy, transparent throng and bra combo offering them glasses of champagne for a light "pre-takeoff" refresher. Everyone was eager in  accepting a glass which was quite generous in its size. Emma's friends and their husbands looked at each other with slightly turned up smiles in the faintest hint of a smirk knowing that the bubbly champange would cause their bladders to quickly fill. 
     The plane pulled away from the gate and taxied onto the outgoing flight runway. Once on the runway it  accelerated and quickly rose nto the air. The captain's voice, a woman's voice, came over the intercom to inform the passengers that we had left right on time and should right on time at the airport nin the canary Islands. Her had a reassuring tone but at the same time sexually suggestive voice  indicating that the passengers were free  during the flight to enjoy themselves. She encouraged everyone to do whatever made tham more comfortable and all the passengers knew to what she was inferring and chuckled. It was not long after that they took off that the flight attendent began serving an overly abundant breakfast to the first class passengers. Emma, Eliza-beth, and Mary Dean and their husbands kept the attendant busy by having her constantly run back and forth to the galley to fetch them a lmitless supply of alcohol. As the flight continued and the sun rose the flight attendants help the passengers on the right side of the airplane to pull down window shades. set the cabin lights dimmed so that passengers would find it easer to sleep, relentlessly .  
      The group with Emma kept calling the flight attendants for glass after glass of alcohol. Emma could feel her pussy tingle in naughty anticipation with each drink she consumed. After having behaved so "good" today, her body was begging her to be bad. She had worked so hard to relish in the immaculate comfort offered by the cabin that cost thousands of dollars to ride -- she wanted to defile it. Nothing would bring her more pleasure. Instead of being thankful for the privilege of flying first class, Emma wanted to be naughtier than ever.
     Emma turned to her husband and told told to mind his feet as she did not want to ruin his  expensive, Italian made leather shoes. She grasp the hem of her dress and folded the material back, fully exposing her bare thighs which she parted to expose her pussy for anyone who passed down the aisle to see. She shuffled herself forward to the edge of her seat, and with her forefinger and middle finger she spread her labia lips. Without hesitation she began urinating sending a stream of pee with some force into the space below the seat in front of her and her husband. Her pee was dark amber in colour and smelt quite strongly from the coffee she had drank earlier.
     She told her husband while not taking her eyes off her pee stream that pelted the carpeted floor that there far too many social restrictions about peeing when one needed. After thirty seconds, her pee stream ebbed and she finished her pee by pushing out a couple of spurts that varied n volume. She then wiped her wet pubic hair and her cunt with the front of her dress and pulled the now pee dampened fabric back in place. She went back to reading through the airline magazine as if what had just transpired was of little consequence.
     Emma's husband who was sitting next to her shuffled in his seat and Emma suspected that he was now needing to relieve his bladder. She pushed the button to call the flight attendant and asked her for a blanket which she quckly brought to her. She covered her husband with the blanket and he proceeded to fumble around under it to unzip his fly and undo the belt on his trousers. He raised his butt off the seat and pushed his trousers down carrying his underwear with them. He apparently wanted to test the waters so to speak before being too bold about pissing on the floor beneath his seat.  
     Quite playfully her husband dangled his dick over the front of the seat and dribbled a small trickle of piss. Emma lifted the blanket so that she and her husband could peer beneath it to see his dick. Her husband now feeling apparently fully at  liberty to urinate on the carpeted floor released a strong, hissing stream.  As he pissed, Emma reached under the blanket to grasp hhis dick and play with his public hair and large testes. She giggled conspiratorially as he pissed for thirty seconds.
     After her husband had straightened out his clothing, Emma settled back n her seat and began looking around the first class cabin. She drew her husband's attention to the various activities that were going on. Across the aisle from them her friend Elizabeth had taken off her seatbelt and was kneeling down on the floor between her husband's legs n order to provide him with a blow job. He had pushed down his trousers to expose his humongous dick and was lost in the passionate moment and did notice the flght attendant pass down the aisle nad pause. Seeing that Emma was watching the acton, the flight attendant remarked with her refined British accent that she wished that her boyfriend had as huge as Elizabeth's husband. She sighed apparently visualizing her suddenly well endowed plunging his transformed dick into her welcoming cunt. Emma did not need to imagine being ploughed by such an immense dick for she had had the opportunty with Elizabeth's permission to fuck her husband on several ocassions. Emma smiled at the flight attendant communicating as women do about such matters that she had experienced what she was wishng.
 

[nopjans 1,178]

What an fun story. I'm curious to see what happens next!