Jesse’s Sister

“Professor, is that you?” I was walking through the American Airlines concourse at LAX, through security and headed for the gate of my redeye flight headed back east. I was already tired, and annoyed that I would have to connect in O’Hare in the middle of the night.

The woman had planted herself in front of me. She was in her mid-20’s maybe, blond hair to the middle of her back, tied in a pony tail for travel. I couldn’t say if she looked familiar or not, having taught hundreds of pretty blond girls over thirty years of college teaching. Like the millennial “bro” boys, they all looked alike after a bit. Not wanting to offend or admit I had no idea who she was, I resorted to my usual “Maybe we’ve met, maybe we’ve not” greeting.

“Hello, how are you doing? Nice to see you.” She smiled slyly. “You don’t recognize me, I know. But I would know you anywhere.” I was grateful that she let me off the hook, but more confused than before. I laughed a bit.

“That’s a level of notoriety I never expected, I’m sure. How is it you know me?”

“I’m Eliza,” she said, expecting that would clear up everything. It didn’t. Eliza saw the confusion remaining on my face. “I’m Jesse’s sister. We met at her graduation.”

“Oh wow, that is some time ago! You are Jesse’s younger sister, right? You were what, 14 or 15 at Jess’s graduation?”

“Fifteen. Jess and I are seven years apart.” Some quick math told me that made Eliza 26 or so. She was cute at fifteen, but now had developed into a real stunner. I remembered Eliza from that graduation, a smiling young girl in a plunging top and tiny spandex shorts. Really nice legs, dancer’s legs I learned later. Truthfully, I spent graduation day trying to wrest Jesse from her family for a last visit to my office, so I did not pay a great deal of attention to Eliza. But Jesse packed her dorm room and left with her family without my fantasized final visit.

“Are you flying in or out today?” I asked, noting that Eliza still dressed to display her large, natural breasts and long shapely legs. Still into spandex workout shorts and a sports bra. This time though she wore a clingy knit cardigan that covered, but did not hide her well-toned ass. Odd travel garb, but I wasn’t going to object.

“Out,” she replied. “I am heading back east to visit Jesse, in fact. She and her husband separated recently, and I am going to give her a hand with the boys.”

“Justin, isn’t it? I met him last year at Jess’s college reunion. I’m sorry to hear that they’ve split. It must be hard.”

“It is hard, but for the best, I think. They weren’t right for each other. So far it’s amicable for the sake of the boys.”

“It’s good of you to go help out. Do you live here in L.A.? What do you do that you can take off and visit your sister?”

“I’m a singer. Nobody famous. I make my way as a studio singer. Backup vocals, movie scores, things like that. I can go anywhere any time because I am easily replaceable, unfortunately.” Eliza saw me check out her legs, which had added a west coast beach tan since last I ogled them. “I used to dance too. Same thing. Music videos, background dancing, some musical theatre. Now I just teach dance now and then.” She laughed at my discomfort. “Don’t blush just because you got busted! Do you live in L.A. now? That’s far from home.”

“No, I am on my way back from a job interview. One of the local colleges needs a Dean for a year. How they continue to make use of retired faculty. I don’t think I want the job, though. I don’t think I could take Los Angeles. I was never so happy to return a rental car safely in my life. So you’re flying into Albany?”

“Yes by way of Chicago. I almost flew to LaGuardia and took a bus so I could avoid the connection but changed my mind at the last minute. You heading to Bangor?”

“I am, stopping in Chicago too. Nobody flies to Bangor non-stop. Are we on the same plane to Chicago? Mine is at Gate H9.”

“Darn,” she pouted. I am at H4. What time do you leave?”

“4:30 if the weather in Chicago holds out. I heard it was getting bad.”

As if on cue, both our phones buzzed or dinged with incoming text messages. Chicago weather was not good, my connecting flight was delayed until 4:30AM, Eliza’s until 4:10AM. As our flights were arriving in Chicago around 11:00, we were in for a long night in O’Hare.

“It’s going to be a bore at O’Hare. Want to go drinking when we arrive? Let’s meet at that Mexican place on K Concourse. You know the one?”

There were worse fates than to spend a late-night layover at the airport with a lovely young lady. I would have to concentrate on not concentrating on her breasts, though…

“I think so. If I get lost you can text me where you are.”

“Wow, Professor, already getting lost, are you?”

“Funny girl. You’ll see. We’d better run before they change their minds about these flights. See you in Chicago.” With that we hurried off to our gates. Before we parted company, I swore Eliza gave me a lascivious wink, but it was probably my imagination, I thought. Nonetheless, I boarded my flight with a raging hard-on, imagining her well-toned legs wrapped around my neck.

I did a little consulting work on the flight, dozed a bit and picked at the mediocre business class meal. I did take full advantage of the free alcohol, however. The weather in Chicago was bad. I was kind of surprised we made it at all given how bumpy the approach and landing were. I was kind of regretting that 4th vodka…

I made my way to over to the K concourse, actually looking forward to spending some time with Eliza. If she was half as fun as her sister, it would be an enjoyable layover. The Mexican place was closed, but a couple of the other bars were staying open to make some extra money while people were stuck in the terminal. Eliza texted me from one of them. The bar was crowded, but of course someone had offered their seat to Eliza and was chatting her up as I approached.

“Hi Eliza, I made it finally.”

“Hey Professor! It’s a tough room here. This is Roger, he gave me his seat.” As we did the perfunctory handshake, Roger gave me a less-than-welcoming look. Eliza easily got the bartender’s attention and ordered me a drink. The drink was a vodka and tonic. I was glad for the tonic after drinking it straight on the plane.

“A vodka drinker!” Eliza exclaimed. “Me too! The nice flight attendant slipped me a couple of nips on the flight. He was really cute.” Of course he did, I thought to myself. He was hoping for a happy landing too, I’m sure.

“I had a few myself on the plane. The only way to fly.”

“Did you see both our flights got pushed back even later. Or earlier. Hard to tell at this time of night. Or morning. Whatever!” Eliza said with a giggle as she downed her drink and ordered another. We chatted about Jesse for a bit. I was curious who left who. Turns out Jesse left Justin. Nothing wrong with him, according to Eliza, just not enough right. Eliza said Jesse got tired of how boring Justin was. She had the better job, so she took the boys too. The divorce proceedings were just starting. She mentioned that Jesse apparently bought a new Mustang convertible to celebrate. Not that she could put the top down in the winter.

“I was texting Jesse while I was waiting for you. Giving her the new travel times. She said to say hi, and that she hadn’t heard from you in awhile.”

“I tried not to bother her, I figured she was busy with her job and the kids—and Justin.”

“Oh, she loves to hear from you. She talks about you all the time.”

“Really? Well, there is not much to tell.”

“Ha! That’s not what Jesse says.” Eliza took a pull on her drink and gave me a knowing look. The alcohol was getting to both of us. I didn’t know what she knew, or if she was just fishing for stuff on her sister. I felt my phone vibrate through my suit pocket and it occurred to me I hadn’t checked my messages or email since landing. There were a couple messages from Jesse.

“I hear you ran into Eliza at the airport. She is a hoot. Have fun!!” Kind of non-committal. The next one less so.

“You should know that Eliza has had a major crush on you since my graduation. Especially after I told her about China and my reunion last year.” My face must have registered some surprise that Eliza picked up on.

“That doesn’t look like good news,” she offered.

“It’s fine,” I tried to brush it off. “Life is just full of surprises.” We shared a smile. I shifted my weight onto the other foot, I had been standing so long.

“Professor, where are my manners? Here sit down.” She started to slide off the stool.

“No I’m fine,” I protested. “I don’t want you to have to stand.” Eliza slid off the stool and grabbed my arm and pushed me towards the stool.

“I’ll make you a deal Professor. You sit on the stool and I’ll sit on your lap, okay?” Before I could protest, Eliza climbed up and was sitting on my knee. She felt feather light. “That works, doesn’t it, Professor?”

It was hard for me to protest. “Uh, yes, what could be wrong?” I said truthfully and we both laughed. “Forgive me if I have to bounce you a bit now and then to keep my leg from falling asleep,” I said, also truthfully.

“I can fix that,” Eliza said helpfully. She put her arm around my waist and pulled herself fully onto my lap. “There, that’s…oh!” She stopped midsentence as her ass cheek landed on my erection. I felt the blood rushing to my face as I tried to apologize or say something.

“…that’s a perfect place to sit!” Eliza said without missing a beat. She put her finger on my lips as I tried to speak. “Shhh…now we’re even.” I looked at her quizzically, I had no idea what she was talking about.” Eliza took my free hand and thrust it between her legs. The spandex in her crotch was damp and hot. “I’ve been wet since L.A.,” she whispered in my ear.

Speechless doesn’t begin to describe how I felt at that moment. Eliza kept torturing me, wiggling her tiny bum against my throbbing shaft, getting me harder by the second. I hadn’t been so close to cumming in my pants since my junior high school dance. Eliza was grinning at me and continuing the taunting.

“Wow,” she whispered, grinding her bum against my cock. “This actually fit in Jesse’s ass? Well, she said it hurt at first. I thought her ass toy was pretty big, but not like this.” I was slowly regaining my wits, but something caught my curiosity.

“Uh, Jesse has toys?” Eliza giggled at my discomfort.

“Haha! Hell yeah! Her biggest complaint about Justin is that he did the same thing in bed over and over. No new rides. So she started using toys to make up the difference.

“That’s sad,” I said, still telling the truth. “You know I think your sister is a wonderful person.”

“And you know she is a freak in bed!” I blushed bright red. “Don’t be ashamed, she thinks you are a God. You know she tells me everything. I knew all about China when we met at her graduation

“I thought she might, still it is kind of a shock to hear it out loud.”

“Jesse taught me all about sex when I knew nothing. Our age difference was a real plus for me. Jesse and I have played naked since I was 14. Jesse was the first person to go down on me. She got me drunk when the parents weren’t home and got my pants off. Convinced me to sit on her face. I thought it was gross until she made me cum. I had never cum so hard, she created a monster. I begged her to eat my pussy all the time. I’m sure she’ll go down on me after the boys go to school tomorrow. I get wet just thinking about that.” The alcohol, the sensory overload and the blood leaving my brain for my penis had me at an uncharacteristic loss for words.

“Ah, Jesse did not tell me that part.” Eliza had no trouble keeping the conversation going.

“Oh she let me watch her suck her boyfriend’s dick, and then taught me how to give him head. He said I was as good as Jesse. Jesse doesn’t know that he would come over when he knew Jesse wasn’t home and take me for a drive in his car so I could suck his dick while he drove.” There was much to Jesse’s family life that I didn’t know, apparently. Meanwhile, Eliza was grinning at my discomfort. Not only was I surprised at the turn the conversation had taken, I noticed that the people closest to us had stopped talking or were talking lower to listen. I had to get this chatty drunk girl out of here before she told all of her family’s escapades.

“Let’s finish these drinks and get out of here. I need to find someplace quiet for a while.” Eliza’s inebriated frankness was fun, but I didn’t know how much control she had and whether she would regret saying those things when sober.

“Wait!” Eliza said. “I want to take a selfie with you to send to Jess.” I didn’t see any harm in that and leaned in for the picture.