The Plane Trip
By KArma
Gladys and her seatmate struggle for control of the armrest on their plane trip.

				The Plane Trip

	Gladys sighed in relief as she settled - finally! - into her assigned 
seat on the DC10.  It had been a long, hot, frustrating week in Dallas, 
and she thanked God that she had finished the negotiations with Zanadu 
Corporation, and that she would never have to spend another minute in 
the presence of Alexei Veroshin, that sexist Russian misogynist asshole. 

	She slipped off her shoes and put her head back against the seatback for 
a minute.  Eyes closed, she listened to the bustle about her as others 
boarded and settled into their seats.  Quietly she prayed that the seat 
next to hers would remain vacant for this flight.  She wanted nothing 
more than to just stretch out and unwind. 

	She opened her eyes just in time to see a tall woman dressed in a long 
mink coat striding down the aisle.  She was gorgeous, with long blonde 
hair framing a very attractive face.  The face was now disguised behind 
large, reflective sunglasses.  The blonde turned her head up to see the 
seat numbers, and kept approaching.  A growing sense of dismay crept 
over Gladys, and she was suddenly certain that the seat being sought was 
beside hers. 

	Sure enough, the blonde stopped, easily swung a carry-on up into the 
overhead bin.  She then swiftly slipped out of the coat, and carefully 
stashed it away as well, and, without a word, pushed past Gladys and 
took the window seat. 

	"Well," thought Gladys to herself, "At least she doesn’t seem to be the 
chatty type." 

	Gladys surreptitiously eyed her seat companion.  She was tall, with long 
legs sheathed in a tan, almost-too-short skirt.  She wore a matching 
jacket, with a white blouse underneath.  Very glamorous, Gladys decided, 
as she felt distinctly underdressed in the shorts and T-shirt she was 
wearing under her black leather jacket. 

	The plane took off on time, miracle of miracles, and soon reached its 
cruising altitude.  Gladys relaxed, and lessened her grip on the 
armrests of the seat.  Damned small seats, they sure weren’t designed 
for someone of Gladys’s size.  Her broad shoulders were wider than the 
seat, and she suddenly grew aware that her seatmate had the same 
problem, as the blonde’s shoulder was pressed firmly against hers. 

	Gladys reached up to brush some stray wisps of hair out of her eyes, but 
when she went to reach for the armrest again, she realized that the 
blonde had quickly appropriated its use.  She waited for a few minutes, 
and when the blonde moved her arm just a little, Gladys went to reclaim 
it for her own. 

	The blonde wasn’t about to concede, though, and in a seconds, their two 
arms were pressed firmly together as each tried to force the other’s arm 
off.  Gladys felt her muscles flex, and also felt the stirring in the 
blonde’s arm and shoulder.  Neither said a word, or even acknowledged 
the other’s existence, but they were suddenly in a battle for control. 

	Suddenly the blonde pulled her arm away.  Gladys was caught off-balance, 
and was almost disappointed at how soon the blonde had conceded the 
battle.  Blondie leisurely stood up and pushed past Gladys.  Gladys 
thought her erstwhile opponent was moving to a different seat, but the 
blonde merely took off her jacket and stowed it in the bin.  As she 
moved past again, Gladys got a glimpse of a long, tanned and 
surprisingly muscular arm. 

	The blonde sat back down, and immediately insinuated her arm back onto 
the armrest.  Gladys could see the substantial forearm muscles began to 
ripple as the battle recommenced. 

	"Well!" thought Gladys.  "Two can play at this game!  If she thinks she 
can intimidate me into giving up just because she has a few muscles, 
she’ll have to think again."  She immediately pulled her arm away, and 
the blonde almost fell into her lap.  Gladys stood up and removed her 
black leather jacket, and tossed it casually on top of the blonde’s 
jacket.  She stretched, making sure that she flexed her own generous 
biceps, then sat back down, oblivious to the open mouthed stares of 
numerous men seated behind her who had witnessed the exhibition. 

	Gladys felt her bare shoulder and biceps press against the blonde’s, and 
felt the challenging tension in the blonde’s muscles.  Even out of the 
corner of her eye, it was difficult to tell if there was any difference 
between the two arms.  Both were equally tan, equally long, and equally 
muscular. 

	Now the battle continued in earnest.  Of course, right then, the flight 
attendant stopped and asked what they would like to have to drink.  
Neither relaxed any pressure as Gladys, through clenched teeth, asked 
for a Coke.  The blonde, in a low, equally strained voice, asked for - 
of course - a Perrier.  Receipt of the drinks did not cause even a 
momentary pause in the two women’s struggle. 

	Both women sat bolt upright in their seats.  Gladys was afraid to move 
for fear of losing the battle.  Her arm was already starting to cramp 
from the pressure when she heard the blonde take a deep breath.  
Suddenly Gladys felt even more power against her arm.  She resisted as 
long as she could, gritting her teeth, feeling a bead of sweat form 
between her breasts. 

	She forced herself to take a drink of her Coke, grateful for the 
refreshment, and noticed the blonde sip at her Perrier.  Her arm was 
cramping badly, but Gladys wouldn’t concede.  Finally, she could not 
resist the pressure any longer, and her arm was forced into her side.  
Immediately, the blonde stopped pushing, and they sat wordlessly side by 
side, breathing deep draughts of air. 

	Gladys could still feel the blonde’s pulse racing, so closely were their 
shoulders pressed together.  She was appalled at her loss in a simple 
contest of strength to another woman, and wracked her brain to think of 
a way to recover her lost pride. 

	Aha! 

	She casually rubbed her hand on the top of her thigh.  Slowly she inched 
her shorts up even higher, then, just as slowly, began flexing her leg 
muscles, displaying a ridge of muscle.  She extended her leg, rotating 
it slightly, displaying an awesomely muscled calf.  Her bare foot 
twisted as she rotated the leg, then she relaxed and waited. 

	For several seconds there was no reaction from her seatmate, until the 
blonde rose from her seat again and disappeared down the aisle.  She was 
back after a few minutes, and Gladys puzzled about where she had gone.  
As the blonde sat down, though, Gladys realized.  The blonde had gone to 
the rest room and taken off her nylons.  She now displayed a naturally 
tan leg, and when she was sure she had Gladys’s attention, she began her 
own display of leg muscle. 

	Finally, she kicked off her high heels and pushed them under the seat.  
Gladys sat back and casually brought her left leg up and over so her 
left ankle rested on her right knee.  Her bare foot was towards her 
seatmate.  Immediately, the blonde brought her right leg over to match 
Gladys’s position, and the soles of the two women’s feet were only an 
inch apart. 

	Acting as if nothing out of the ordinary was happening, the women slowly 
edged the soles of their feet closer until they pressed together.  
Gladys was impressed.  She had big feet, and was perversely proud of 
that fact, but the blonde’s foot was every bit as long and wide as hers. 

	The women began pushing each other’s foot, trying to force the other’s 
leg back - the blonde’s until it hit the wall next to her, and Gladys’s 
until it was out in the aisle.  This contest Gladys refused to lose.  
She watched as the respective legs swelled with muscle, thighs and 
calves showing their power. 

	Of course, the flight attendant arrived to pick up the empty soda cans.  
She stared uncomprehendingly at the unorthodox battle occurring between 
the seats and quickly hurried away.  By now both Gladys and the blonde 
were oblivious to any attention.  Gladys felt the blonde’s muscles tense 
and heard her groan.  Gladys ignored the distraction and pushed harder, 
amazed that anyone could resist her immense leg strength.  Her foot was 
sore from the pressure exerted on it.  The women’s toes were even 
pressed tightly together, as if it were some sort of foot-wrestling 
contest as well.  

	Suddenly there was a bang as the blonde’s knee hit the plane wall.  
Gladys smiled to herself and immediately eased the pressure, thankful 
that she had won at least one of their little contests.  Both women 
brought their legs back down, but they remained in contact. 

	For several more minutes, the plane ride proceeded in silence.  There 
was still just as must contact between the women as before, as they 
remained pressed together from shoulder to hand, as well as from thigh 
to foot.  There didn’t seem to be any other contest that they could do 
in that confined space, sitting side by side, that would be fair to 
both. 

	Just to have something to do, Gladys flexed her bicep that was in 
contact with the blonde’s arm.  Just as she had expected, she felt the 
blonde’s muscles flex in response.  For several more minutes, they 
simply sat side by side, enjoying the feeling of hard muscles rubbing 
against equally hard muscles. 

	Gladys glanced up suddenly at the announcement over the paging system 
that they were now starting their descent.  She was amazed at how 
quickly the flight had gone, and was also somewhat disappointed that her 
impromptu duels with the blonde would come to an end. 

	As the plane began its pitch down, the blonde put her left elbow down on 
the armrest, and held her hand open, fingers wiggling in invitation.  
Gladys responded quickly and gripped the blonde’s hand, their long 
fingers intertwining.  For the duration of the flight, they engaged in a 
sort of side-by-side arm-wrestling, trying to force the other’s hand and 
arm towards them.  Gladys was again impressed, as she was using her 
right arm against the blonde’s left, and presumably weaker, arm.  Even 
at this disadvantage, the blonde held her own, and once again low grunts 
of effort came from both women. 

	At one point the blonde even had Gladys’s hand halfway down, but Gladys 
recovered, and, at almost the exact same moment as the plane’s wheels 
touched down, Gladys forced the blonde’s hand against her swelling 
bosom, brushing her nipple as she did so.  Gladys was rewarded by a low 
gasp from her seatmate, and held her hand close against her until the 
plane stopped taxiing at the terminal. 

	Without a word, the women unclasped hands.  The blonde quickly rose, 
pushed past Gladys (again, without a word of apology), retrieved her 
belongings from the overhead bin, and went up the aisle.  Gladys went at 
a more leisurely pace.  Upon her arrival in the terminal building, she 
looked around. 

	There, at the end of the concourse, Gladys could just see the mink coat.  
Just before turning a corner, however, the blonde turned and looked 
back.  Gladys raised one hand in farewell.  She was rewarded by a quick 
return wave, and then the blonde - mink coat, long legs, strong arms and 
all - was gone.