“Because our dress code most assuredly is clothing optional when we’re in the cabin. Most of us go skyclad when we aren’t working or cooking or ...f safety requires we remain covered up. I’m glad that you’re comfortable with this,” Sheila said, as she pulled her sweater over her head and exposed her braless chest.I used to think I was pretty jaded and nothing would surprise me. Wrong. What do you say to a skyclad lady? I felt like I was playing a bit part on Candid Camera.Neatly folding her. ”“I know. I’m having trouble too.”“Why are you having issues? You haven’t known Sasha that long.”“No, but I’ve known Lissa long enough, and when she is hurting, I’m hurting.”“You and Lissa?” I asked.“Yeah. I think I love her.”“I know I do,” I admitted.“She told me. We’ve gone out a few times and I think it’s going to get serious. But right now, she is hurting for Sasha and for you ... Oh, she told me about the washing machine.”“The washing machine?”“Yeah. Both times.”“You OK with that?” I was. She was still blindfolded which probably made it slightly surreal for her, but she was greedy to walk further down this sexy path and explore all she could. “Hi Eileen. It’s a real pleasure to meet you,” Patrick teased lightly, stressing the word ‘pleasure’ as, at my signal he greeted her before kissing her gently on the lips. It was Eileen who deepened the kiss, and true to Patrick’s sensitive, passionate nature, he followed her signals, but led with his own fire. Quickly his hands joined. I was jacking off under the seat tray involuntarily as she was pouring my coke. I tried to stop but all I could envision in my mind was me bending her over that tray table and plowing her for hours until she was covered in my cum. Let me know if you need anything else. My name is Andrea, she said in her sexy German-American accent, as she placed the coke on my tray table.I snapped out of it, thanked her, and quickly grabbed the soda with my right hand and began sipping it, all the while still.