Transatlantic Turbulence in the Friendly Skies. 
By Soxs


The jet took off from JFK right on time. Dawn and Denise settled in for 
the long transatlantic flight to London,still fuming at each other over 
the taxi ride to the airport. Dawn suggested to the driver to take the 
expressway. Denise suggested the parkway. Dawn handed the driver a five 
and so the expressway was taken. Traffic was horrendous on their ride 
there,an accident had everything bumper to bumper. The women barely made 
their flight. They were sisters who were two years apart in age and 
hadn't gotten along to well with each other for their entire lives. In 
their thirties now,their countless battles had been fought out with 
words,hands and feet. Now trapped together in this close situation for 
the eight hour flight,it would be a miricale if they didn't get into 
another fight. It started with an I told you so. The bickering about the 
taxi trip escolated as they sat glaring at each other. As the plane 
soared out across the Atlantic, the passengers began to ease back and 
sleep for the journey. The attendants gave out soft blankets and soon 
all were fast asleep...except for the bickering sisters. Dawn commented 
that if they were not in the company of fellow passengers, she would 
beat her sister up. Denise grinned at her and quipped that that 
shouldn't stop them from fighting as she was more than willing to fight! 
With that, Denise reached under her sister's blanket and clamped down 
hard with her thin fingers,digging them into her sister's thigh! The 
only protection for Dawn's legs were the thin materialed stirrup pants 
she wore. Dawn shuddered at the glancing pain and reached for her 
tormentor's thigh. An equally thin set of fingers latched onto the 
delicate thigh and the sisters began a thigh squeezing fight amongst the 
unknowing sleeping passengers. Now they launched both hands into 
battle,leaning on each other and twisting the soft thigh areas with 
harsh results! Each woman squeeked out silent cries as they fought. 
Dawn's stretch pants offered the same protection as her sister's...none. 
They brought their heads together and rested them on each others' 
shoulders while digging into each other with violent passion. Soon they 
were almost wrestling in their seats,struggling against each other and 
inflicting pain as best they could in this odd position. Denise fired a 
hard right into her sister's gut,breaking off the fight as Dawn fell 
back against the window of the plane and whispered a painful cry. Denise 
stood up,looked around, and ordered Dawn to follow her. Since the 
planeload was asleep,they passed unoticed to the lavatory,brushing away 
their tears and rolling up their sleeves,Dawn wore a green pullover polo 
shirt, Denise opted for a light pullover sweater. Each woman wore flat 
slip on casual shoes as well. They entered the cramped airborn bathroom 
and laughed briefly, remenicing that this was like the old days in high 
school...fighting in the girls' room. The two took a second to lock the 
door,move the hair from their eyes,and stood ready to resume the 
fight,breast to breast. Denise nodded for her sister to start 
fighting,just like they had done so many times before,and the two women 
became locked in a twisted,tangled,writhing mass of violence! They held 
each other around their upper bodies and clamped onto each others' hair 
while wrestling on their feet. The women fought in an almost motionless 
fashion, bumping against the walls as they swayed in the tight space. 
Attempts to kick at each other while the wrestled brought short stabbing 
toes to their shins. They managed to get themselves squeezed into a 
corner and leaned outwards from it,enabling them to begin a body 
punching battle while the kicking and hair pulling went on. At one 
point,they interlocked their legs and attempted to slam their opponents' 
head into the walls. Both succeeded in this effort causing both to 
become light headed as well as exhausted. They paused for a while but 
still held onto each other in an embrace that was nowhere near friendly. 
With deep sighs, they returned to the fight once more,pounding away at 
close range and slamming each other against the walls! Hair pulling 
resumed and they fought in a tight knot as they cried and moaned into 
each others' arms. Denise managed to get her sister in a side 
headlock,and began pummeling her face with short fists in a terrible 
flow of anger and desperation to win. Dawn was helpless now,her arms had 
no room to counter the attack as Denise held her against the corner and 
continued to pummel her! Dawn could only assault her sister's breasts 
with her free hand but it had little effect on the battle numb woman. As 
the plane entered British airspace,Dawn slowly slumped to the 
floor,folded into a kneeling position and filling the area where they 
had stood and fought across the Atlantic. Denise unlocked the door and  
slipped back to her seat as waking passengers gawked at her battered 
appearance. Her sister soon followed,head down,and the two women resumed 
the trip and never fought again. The end.