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**This chapter rated M for explicit adult scenes – (no violence or profanity)
About 10 minutes after take-off, Paul undid his seat-belt, and shifted in his seat. Constance leaned toward him and said "We have champagne don't we?"
Paul answered smiling, "Yes, of course."
Constance then stood up and looked toward the other four saying, "Everyone! Let's have champagne!"
When they enthusiastically agreed, Paul signalled Nicole, "The Pol Roger Churchill, s'il vous plait."
She nodded, "Tres Bien."
Once everyone had their glasses filled, Paul made a toast: "To all of you, my lovely guests on this trip. Relax, enjoy. And have a great weekend in Toronto!"
A few minutes after that, Nicole came around offering a variety of finger-food snacks. Paul found an opportunity during the flight to sit briefly and chat with each of his four new acquaintances. He spoke perfect English with a slight French-Canadian accent.
When Jane casually said how interesting it might be to learn to fly, Paul said, "Well let me show you the cockpit."
A few feet away, Rick said, "Can I come too?"
"Of course." Paul motioned for him to follow.
In the cockpit Jane and Rick were formally introduced to pilot David, and co-pilot Keith. They stayed in the cockpit for about 10 minutes learning about the controls, and aviation in general. As they were exiting the cockpit, Jane told Paul and Rick about her car-racing lessons.
"Did I understand correctly, Jane, that you are with the Boston Police Department?" Paul asked.
"I'm a homicide detective."
"That sounds exciting! There's a new police vehicle prototype being tested this weekend, Sunday I think, at Mosport, about an hour outside Toronto. You might find it interesting, if you don't have other plans. Shall I make a call, to see what I can find out?"
Taking this all in, Jane's eyes lit up, and she slowly nodded, saying, "That would be great, Paul, but I don't want you to go to any trouble."
"It's no trouble." Paul said, taking her hand. Just then Nicole came up and whispered something in Paul's ear. As she was doing so, he still held on to Jane's hand, and then turned back to her when Nicole walked away. "Sorry. Before we land, give me a number where I can reach you, and I'll get back to you either later tonight, or by tomorrow sometime."
Jane was enjoying herself! She was in a luxurious private jet, bound for a fun weekend with her Maura, and two fun guys. She was drinking champagne, and eating smoked salmon. And she was impressed! Here was an important man, who barely knew her, going out of his way to keep her entertained.
Any reservations or prejudices she may have previously harboured about the wealthy had begun to fade. Any self-consciousness she might briefly have felt about not being used to all this, she rose above. Any guilt she may have thought she should be feeling about all this extravagance, she replaced with the sentiment, 'what's not to like?'
Meanwhile, Constance had been chatting with Maura and Rob. "Robert, I believe I met your parents years ago; it has to be at least 25 or 30 years now. I think it was at a garden-party or a barbeque or something; a large outdoor gathering...at their place on the Vineyard, I think. Does that sound right?"
"Could be," Rob replied. "I mean, we do have a place near Edgartown, that we've had since I was a kid."
"Yes, I believe that would be it," Constance said. "How are your parents?
And the conversation continued as Rob filled Constance and Maura in about the family, and about what he himself had been doing over the years. As Rob recounted his Olympics experiences, and present activities, both mother and daughter sat in rapt attention.
Constance had had the opportunity go to the Olympics only once in the past: the '76 Winter Games in Innsbruck, Austria, just a few months before Maura came into her life. And although she had been in London on business during the recent 2012 Summer Games, she had only managed to see some of the road cycling, standing with the crowds lining the street courses.
Interesting as this conversation was, Maura excused herself briefly to talk to Jane when she saw her come out of the cockpit with Paul and Rick a few feet away. As they went back and took a seat on the couch, Maura asked, "Are you having fun, Jane?"
Taking Maura's hand, she hugged her briefly, and kissed her on the cheek, "Yes, I'm loving it! sweetie, thanks.." Then leaning close again, she looked into Maura's eyes and whispered, "Love you"; Constance seeing them through the corner of her eye.
When Rob and Constance finished chatting, she came back to where Jane and Maura were sitting. "Are you girls enjoying yourselves?"
"Yes we are, Mother. Please join us. I wanted to ask, who's the artist?"
Constance joined them on the couch. "The artist? You mean the AGO exhibit. It's Dalia Michienka, Kenyan, paints endangered wildlife, and landscapes, abstract watercolours; and photographs. She's fairly new to the scene".
Maura cut in. "I know of her. I've seen a couple of her paintings, and I liked them. Wow! I can't wait to see more tomorrow night!"
Then Constance squeezed both their hands, with eyes looking a little moist she smiled and said "I'm so glad you both came!"
Then she left to join Paul, passing Rob and Rick as they made their way back to the two seats across from Maura and Jane. Rob relaxed with a glass of cranberry juice, and turned to look out the window. Rick surfed the web on his tablet.
Fascinated, Rick said to Rob: "I'm just at the website for the CN Tower. They have this activity called Edgewalk where you strap on a harness and walk, hands-free around the outside rim of the building 1168 feet, 116 stories in the air. Maybe we should check that out!"
"Did you say 116 stories in the air on the outside of the building," Rob asked, incredulous. "Since when have you ever known me to like that kind of thing!?"
Overhearing, Jane asked, "What's that you're talking about?" Rick explained and of course, Jane got excited. "Hmm, I have a feeling we'll have to squeeze that in on Monday sometime, before we leave. Lemme check with Paul what time we're flying out."
Meanwhile, although she didn't say anything right there and then, Maura wasn't sure that she was too keen on Edgewalk..for herself..or Jane.
Paul was sitting with Constance who had just rejoined him near the front of the plane. Jane got the details: After leaving them in Toronto, Paul was continuing home to Montreal for the weekend. He would come back through Toronto on Monday, departing for Boston around 7pm. Jane went back to give Rick and Rob the timing details she'd just learned, and Edgewalk stayed in the back of their minds for Monday.
About 45 minutes into the flight Maura paid a visit to the washroom to freshen up. By now she was definitely feeling the euphoric effects, not only of the trip, but of the champagne. Her inhibitions were melting away, her bad-girl taking control. As Maura exited the washroom, she found Jane waiting to go in. She stood blocking the door, facing Jane with mischief in her eyes. "Jane...are you a member of the Mile High Club?" She said quietly.
Looking back at Maura with laughing-eyes, and a highly amused expression, Jane replied sarcastically, "Nooo, haven't gotten around to it yet."
"Well, I'd be very happy to sponsor you in." Maura said, standing there waiting for Jane's reaction.
Soon, realizing that Maura wasn't kidding, lowering her voice, and looking toward the other end of the cabin, Jane squeaked out, "Maura! Seriously? This is your mother's..Paul's..plane. We can't..'mile-high' here!"
Looking at Jane with mock disappointment, Maura started back towards her seat.
"Chicken.." She said looking back with a smirk.
At this point Constance saw Maura swaying ever so slightly, as she decided where to sit, and came over to make sure she was OK. "Maura dear, have you had anything to eat?"
"Yes, Mom..m-Mother."
With a look that left little doubt as to why she was being so persistent, Constance continued, "Well, why don't you have a cup of coffee."
"OK. That sounds good... It smells good too!" Maura said brightening up, as she became conscious of the aroma coming from the galley.
Maura had only taken a couple sips of her coffee when she heard Rick laugh at something Rob had said. She popped a breath mint in her mouth, got up and walked (a couple feet) over to them to find out what was so funny. Rob started to tell her, and then noticing she was standing, a bit unsteadily, he started to get up to offer her his seat. She stopped him saying, "No, Rob don't get up, I'll just sit here," lowering herself into his lap, continued, "if you don't mind."
"No, not at all," Rob said with a giggle of surprise; exchanging a surprised look with Rick, as he tentatively put his arm around Maura's waist.
Jane came out of the washroom a few minutes later. Seeing them, she walked over, saying, "So what fun am I missing here?"
As Jane stood there looking at Maura sitting in Rob's lap, Rick saw her looking at them, and couldn't decide what the heck his next move should be! Would Jane be offended if he merely offered his seat and not his lap, or visa-vera?
So he said, "Jane, I have some pictures of people doing Edgewalk", gesturing with his tablet. Looking across the isle at the big empty sofa, he began, "Let's sit over.."
Jane interrupted, "No we can stay here. These arms are pretty wide. I can just perch on the arm of your chair like this." Jane then positioned herself on the arm of the seat, with one leg down between Rick's legs. Leaning in slightly behind his shoulder, she put her arm around his neck to keep from slipping off her narrow chair-arm seat. Then inhaling his scent once again, she looked down over his shoulder at the tablet in his hands as if to say, "See, no problem. Now what did you want to show me?"
They had been in the air for about an hour and 10 minutes. Everyone had mingled, made congenial conversation, had sampled delectable food and drink. They had discussed exciting plans for the rest of the weekend, with the weekend already off to a thrilling start.
Maura, (still in Rob's lap), was looking out the window every few minutes, but not seeing anything recognizable. Jane continued to perch on Rick's seat arm as they sporadically perused the websites of various Toronto attractions. The four of them were relaxed, and feeling frivolous.
Rob told a couple of slightly dirty jokes; one of them prompting Maura to scold, "You better not let my mother hear you telling me jokes like that!"
To which Rob replied, "Who do you think told it to me?" Maura playfully slapped his cheek.
Every so often Maura and Jane looked over at each other meaningfully, as Rob and Rick looked on, titillated at the blatant 'eye-sex' happening right in front of them, literally in their laps! Eventually Jane's expression communicated that she wanted to talk to Maura now!
Maura stood up, and Jane untangled herself from Rick and his seat, as Maura said to the guys, "Would you excuse us? Girl talk." And they went to the far end of the sofa across the aisle.
In addition to a couple glasses of champagne, Jane had had 2 beers. Winding down from the pressures of the last couple weeks, and the alcohol combined with the uber sexy surroundings, had Jane's inhibitions falling away rapidly! "OK", she said, turning away from the guys, lowering her voice, and looking intently at Maura, "Sponsor me in."
"What?" Maura said, puzzled for a moment. Then remembering her earlier proposition, she smiled as her eyes grew wide and excited. "Jane," she moved closer whispering, "There's nothing I'd rather do.
"But now that I actually think about it, we can't just both go back there and into the washroom at the same time without..without some legitimate excuse. Even on a large commercial flight where we'd be a lot less conspicuous with a couple hundred other people around, it would look..funny. And here, at least one person is going to see us!"
As if fate intervened, Rob and Rick got up from their seats just a few feet away to go to the other seating at the front end of the plane where Constance and Paul sat.
Seeing them go, Maura continued, "I think the best we can do is fake a wardrobe malfunction on one of us, with the other going in to help fix it."
"Done!" Jane said, out of her seat, and at the washroom door in a second.
Realizing that Jane expected her to follow..right now, Maura stood up, and looked toward the other seating group. Seeing that fortunately, no one was looking in their direction, she thought, "Seize the moment!"
Nearby Nicole was clearing away some plates and glasses, and in an attempt to look authentic, Jane clutched at her waist trying to feign a lost button...or something.
Whatever would have registered with her, Nicole would only give Jane and Maura a second thought, if they needed her services, or conversely, their activity disrupted things in some way. This would not have been her first encounter with members of the so called 'Mile High Club'.
Acting as nonchalant as they could, Jane and Maura slipped into the washroom and locked the door. This one was more spacious than most aircraft washrooms, so they had some room to manoeuver.
"OK, Jane. We have to be quick, quiet, and efficient."
Jane laughed. "Are we making out, or doing a burglary?"
"Isn't it funny how they require some of the same behaviours and conditions", Maura said thoughtfully, as she handed Jane a tissue. "Take off your lipstick", she said as she started to remove her own. "That way.."
"Yes, I know." Jane cut her off.
After disposing of their tissues they were instantly in each others arms hugging tightly, moaning and sighing, but still remembering to do it all quietly.
They started kissing with the urgency and delight of finally giving in to a craving. Maura's left hand was around Jane's neck, playing in her hair, while her right reached under Jane's sweater and unhooked her bra. Then that hand came round to Jane's front as she shifted her standing position to Jane's right to allow her right hand to move easily between both Jane's breasts.
Her mouth still locked to Maura's, Jane's arms criss-crossed Maura's to start undoing the buttons of Maura's blouse, then the front of Maura's bra with her right hand, as her left went behind Maura's neck to anchor her. Jane played with Maura's breasts for a few seconds, as Maura moaned quietly.
Then, breaking their kiss, Maura bent down to tease Jane's nipples with her tongue, as her right hand now hooked over Jane's waistband with her fingers on the inside and far enough down to start moving against the top of Jane's vulva. Jane's right hand immediately went to her own pant front to unhook and zip down; at which point Maura's hand continued all the way down to grip tightly between Jane's legs, and leave her hand there.
Jane started moaning, perhaps a bit too loudly this time? Maura's mouth left Jane's breasts to capture Jane's mouth, quieting her moaning a bit. She then took her hand from between Jane's legs, (causing moan of disappointment to escape Jane), as her right arm went around Jane's waist briefly pulling them into a tighter embrace as they continued kissing.
Jane unzipped Maura's pants, and stuck both hands inside to grasp Maura's bare behind, pulling their (still mostly clothed) pubic areas to rub as closely together as merely open fly-fronts would allow.
Then Jane brought her left hand up to Maura's back, and her right hand between Maura's legs as her middle finger lightly stroked her clitoris. Maura gasped, in a loud whisper, "Jane, no!" Rather than doing less of it, Jane mischievously did more! Again interrupting their kiss, Maura, on the verge of screaming quickly grasped Jane's wrist to stop her. "No! Not that..here!" She said half seriously, half giggling!
Next Maura again pulled Jane's mouth to hers, and stuck her hand back between Jane's legs intent on giving her a taste of her own 'medicine'! Jane's legs tightened together, almost crossing on Maura's hand, as she gasped and moaned, her mouth moving fast and furiously with Maura's. As they moved back and forth in their vertical tryst they bumped up against the washroom walls, but at least did it gently and quietly.
A bit spent and out of breath they stopped kissing for a moment, breathing heavily, (and perhaps loudly?), trying to regain composure. They stood leaning into each other, panting and exhausted, drunk on champagne, and very drunk on love!
Finally, Jane, started to loosen the embrace. "Omygod..Maura..We better stop. We better get back..out there."
"You're right. Any more would just be just..reckless..madness!" Maura agreed, breathlessly.
They broke apart and faced each other for another minute or two, eyes opening and closing, trying to get their breath and their bearings, and trying to keep from laughing with giddiness.
Then Jane pulled her sweater up around her shoulders to more easily refasten her bra; but not before Maura caught sight of her breasts, with the bra hanging loosely in front but not quite obscuring them. Before she even knew what she was doing, Maura cupped them with both her hands, as her lips, insatiably, again found Jane's for one last kiss!
Jane's left arm arm went around Maura's neck, her right hand again on Maura's bare behind as they both emitted deep contented sighs. After a minute of short finishing-up kisses they leaned on each other for a few seconds before reluctantly, stepping completely apart.
Sighing deeply, shaking their heads, and occasionally looking toward each other with 'we-must-be-totally-crazy' expressions on their faces, they started putting themselves back together again; washed their hands, buttoned up, zipped up, and checked themselves in the mirror.
At this point, they realized that their lipstick was back at their seats in their purses. Still shaky from pent up arousal not fully dissipated, they ran their hands through their hair, (brushes also back at seats), and checked themselves in the mirror once more. "My God, Maura, we're so red!"
"Yes, we're Malar flushed," Maura agreed. "But we can't stay in here until it subsides naturally. That could be several minutes yet. Let's wet a couple wash cloths with ice-cold water and dab our faces for a couple minutes and maybe that will help."
After a few more minutes, (how many had they been in there altogether!?); Maura cautiously opened the washroom door and peeked outside. Thankfully, there was no one right outside, and so they both made for the back seat grouping as inconspicuously as possible; half-baked explanations about their business together in the washroom, popping in and out of their fuzzy brains.
As the stood by the sofa, but before they sat, Constance looked up from the notes she was writing, and said, "Oh there you are...Everything alright?" As she spoke, Maura and Jane could see a series of expressions playing across her face.
At first concerned, "You haven't been ill, either of you?", she asked as she stood up, and walked over to them.
Both Maura and Jane were mostly back in control of themselves at this point, but not entirely. As they again reassured Constance, their slightly tipsy state had them acting a bit guilty, and again blushing enough for Constance to fill in the blanks. Maura, wearing a comically serious expression, mumbled, "Everything's fine, Mother. I was just helping Jane..fix..her pants."
And Jane continued: "Yes, I seem to have lost a button, somewhere, and Maura had a pin, and of course it's easier if someone else does it, pins it, because they can see it better than you having to bend down and do it upside down..," she rambled..with Maura beside her, and Constance in front of her, nodding sympathetically.
Now, being a worldly, experienced woman who also had the benefit of her earlier observations, it didn't take long for Constance to add it all up. The fact that her daughter was also covered in hives, made the obvious, painfully so. A part of her knew she should be shocked and appalled! But that would be..hypocritical, wouldn't it?
So instead, Constance found herself shocked and rather amused. She turned briefly to look back to see if Paul was at all looking in their direction, but he seemed quite oblivious, his attention elsewhere. When Constance could no longer control the twitching corners of her mouth, her hand went up to cover it, as her eyes teared up with mirth!
She knows, Maura thought. It's written all over us, especially me! Everyone on the plane probably heard us!
"Well, I guess we're probably landing soon", Maura then said, lamely changing the subject.
"Yes! Better take your seats," Constance replied, inhaling deeply, and looking like someone enjoying her own private joke.
Jane and Maura reached for their purses, and sank back into their seats with relief.
"My lips feel about twice the size", Jane said, gingerly touching them as she applied her lipstick.
Looking around the cabin they observed Paul and Rob sitting together talking. Rick was on his phone, and Constance had now taken the seat opposite him, and was again looking at her notepad. Nicole was stowing glassware and food in preparation for landing.
Jane and Maura were now alone near the back of the cabin, and they concluded that, maybe, just maybe their absence hadn't been long enough to be suspicious. (And no one had obviously needed the washroom). Rob looked over at them and smiled happily. They were still feeling a little surreal and dreamy, when the PA system lightly jolted both women out of their reverie.
"Ladies and gentlemen, David here again. We're now on our final approach to Toronto Pearson International Airport, and expect to be on the ground within 10 minutes. We ask that you now return to your seats and fasten your seat-belts. Shortly after landing, Canadian customs will board the plane to check your passports. While this is being done, your luggage will be loaded into the car parked a few feet from the plane, and waiting to drive you into Toronto.
"Under clear skies the temperature in Toronto is currently 60 degrees Fahrenheit. Before leaving the aircraft please make sure that you have all your belongings with you. We hope your flight has been pleasurable, and on behalf of the crew, I would like to welcome you to the Toronto area."
"Has your flight been..pleasurable?" Maura leaned forward, and whispered teasingly to Jane.
"Oh-wow, Maur." Jane said, looking up dreamily, and grinning as she leaned toward Maura until their faces were inches away from each other. Gazing into Maura's eyes she added, "Totally!"
