Overwhelmed by sensations, her dizziness increased by her ridiculous upside-down position, the inexperienced Athena no longer had any idea about what was happening behind her. All she knew for certain was that she was turning on to the old woman's touch! She could sense it. Her body was responding sexually to the old woman's actions! Athena couldn't believe it. It wasn't possible. Yet, she knew for certain that she would surely loose control, possible even climax, unless she could get away from those hands, and quickly. Silently, for she was terrified of someone seeing her like this, she writhed over the seat back, trying to slide sideways for the aisle and thereby escape the hands which were unwittingly abusing her bottom so freely. But, for all her attempts to escape, all she managed to accomplished was to start unknowingly open her too-small skirt buttons. Soon, only one button held closed the waist of the loosened skirt.

When the panties had been lowered so that the buttocks were half-exposed to view, Mrs. Murphy stopped. She knew that the unsuspecting girl could be taken now at any time, but she wanted it to it be very special, very delicate. It must happen in the most humiliating way possible for the unsuspecting girl. "Serves her right for being so young and beautiful!" Mrs. Murphy madly cackled.

Finally, on the verge of fainting from all that was being done to her, Athena felt her skirt being pulled back over her raised bottom. Unbelievably, she heard the golden words for which she had been waiting for so long, "All done, dear. You're wrinkle free and good as new."

"Thank God!" she whispered. Her ordeal was over!

Overwhelmed with relief, Athena tried to push herself back over the chair. With horror, she suddenly realized that her arms just weren't strong enough, and if she tried to pull herself over, she would surely wake the person sleeping right next to her. "Oh, no! It just isn't fair!" she moaned.

With a sinking heart, she realized there was only one way to get out of this terrible predicament: Mrs. Murphy!

Steeling herself for what was to come, Athena whispered as loud as she dared, "Mrs. Murphy?"

"Yes, dearie. I'm right here," the old woman said quietly.

"I...I can't get up. Could you help pull me back, please?"

"Of course, dearie. Didn't I say I would always be here to help you?"

"Yes, you did. Thank you."

Athena stiffened when she felt Mrs. Murphy's hands slide under her skirt again and go up to her waist. She couldn't complain to her about it now, because she needed her help to get back over the seat before a stewardess or passenger came by and saw her.

Puzzled, a very nervous Athena felt the woman's hands move past her waist under her blouse. "Now what was she up to?" Athena wondered.

The old woman could feel Athena's body trembling as she lightly ran her fingers along the young girl's sweaty ribs, tracing each one with a feathery touch as her hands continued toward those magnificent teenage breasts. When she finally reached them, her hands were shaking as well. She hadn't had such a pretty young thing for many years.

She clasped each bra-covered breast firmly, moving her thumbs over the quickly erect nipples.

The dazed Athena was soon gasping for air as Mrs. Murphy continued to unmercifully tease her hyper- sensitive nipples through the confining bra.

"OOOhhh," Athena involuntarily moaned. "What are you doing?" the dazed reporter asked as she felt her blouse being pulled out of her skirt. She just had to get away. She had to get to the restroom, it was her only hope!

Mrs. Murphy, finally satisfied at Miss Valentine's condition, moved her hands to the girl's narrow waist and easily pulled her over the seat back.

Athena, completely dazed and disoriented by her experience, could only stand trembling for a moment, trying to get her breath back. She vaguely felt the woman's hands slide back down her hips. What she didn't notice was that her panties had slid down with them, and were now puddled uselessly around her ankles.

Suddenly Athena felt a surprising chill. She didn't know from what. Athena pressed her hands against the sides of her head, trying to steady her spinning mind. She couldn't think anymore. "Oh, I feel so dizzy," she moaned.

She felt very close to fainting. "OOOhhhh!" the very light-headed Athena moaned as swayed back and forth. "I don't feel well!"

Mrs. Murphy took the befuddled girl by the hips and slightly walked her first one way and then another, until she noticed the panties fall off the girl's ankles and onto the floor.

After kicking the panties away, Mrs. Murphy reached under the pulled-out blouse, slid her hands around the girl's smooth torso, and placed them on the girl's bra- covered breasts. She contentedly kneaded the firm mammaries, occasionally pinching the jumping girl's lovely hard nipples through the bra. She didn't stop until a sufficiently recovered Athena anxiously pulled the old woman's hands away from their intimate touching.

"Hey! That wasn't right!" an indignant Athena sputtered quietly.

"It's what they taught us to do in the WPA," said a sweetly smiling Mrs. Murphy. "Worked, didn't it? Are you still dizzy?"

"Well, no. I'm not," a surprised Athena admitted, although her breathing was very rapid. Still, her poor breasts felt like they had swollen to twice their size. Her bra was squeezing them like two large hands, which caused her nipples to ache. She just had to get to a restroom!

"I'm going to the restroom now," Athena announced firmly, feeling on the verge of a nervous breakdown. She had to get away from those innocent, wandering hands that were driving her crazy.

"I don't see why not," said Mrs. Murphy. "You're old enough."

In the aisle, Athena stood for a moment trying to steady herself on what now seemed to her like very, very high heels. As she took a step she faltered and unexpectedly sat down on the armrest of an occupied seat on the aisle. Desperate to get away before she disturbed the sleeping passenger, Athena didn't feel her skirt catching around the armrest, or the popping open of the last button before it finally came free.

The woman smiled as she watched the girl stagger toward the business-class lavatories with her skirt barely clinging to her hips. "A few more steps, and it will be gone," the woman thought happily, as she looked around the plane to see if anyone was watching, not that she really cared. The cabin was peaceful and dark, with everyone obviously sleeping. "Too bad," she whispered, chuckling evilly. "They're missing quite a show."

Her sharp eyes went back to the weaving girl.

"God! What has that senile old woman done to me?" Athena wondered. Her mind was so clouded that she could hardly make out anything that wasn't right in front of her. Her body was positively tingling, especially her aching breasts. Even her terribly sensitive pussy seemed affected by all that had happened. She had never felt so aroused, so sexually turned on in her life! Was it because of the bad champagne she had drunk earlier? It must have been. Surely it wasn't from the old woman who was just trying to help her?

She continued slowly weaving down the aisle, using seats for support, not sure if she could even make it. She was totally unaware that the only thing holding up her skirt was the gentle swell of her hips and buttocks. For every step she took, her skirt slipped down a tiny bit, until it rode very low on her hips, indeed.

Only four steps from the cross-hallway containing the lavatories, Athena needed to stop a moment. Her dizziness had returned, and seemed even worse than before. Too much had happened to her, and her nervous system was just about overwhelmed.

Athena leaned against a storage compartment, gathering her strength for the final part of her journey. Already, in just the short time she had been away from her sad companion, she felt better, her body a little more under control. Athena was vaguely aware that something about her skirt wasn't right, but she was sure it could wait until she was in someplace private. If only her head didn't spin so much!

She checked the lavatory indicator signs and thankfully noticed that all were unoccupied. As she resumed her walk, her skirt caught a loose buckle from the storage compartment and slid unnoticed to the floor.

Completely naked from the waist down, Athena stepped over what she thought was a blanket someone had tossed into the aisle and continued into the first lavatory she found.

She closed the folding door and changed the sign on the lock to 'Occupied.' The bright lavatory lights came on and painfully blinded her. Even with that discomfort, though, Athena breathed a sigh of relief. She could finally relax.

Already, Athena knew that this was going to be good for her. Even now, she felt cooler than she had all evening. It was wonderful! OK, so she would have to keep her eyes closed because of the light. She still wished she could stay here the entire flight and enjoy the coolness.

The light still being very painful to her, Athena with eyes closed took a deep breath, then began feeling around for the toilet. Quickly finding it, she turned to sit on the closed metal lid. There she would wait for her head and body to return to normal.

But the moment her behind hit the seat she jumped up and shivered. Suddenly, she was covered in goose bumps! She was freezing! Why the hell was she so cold? After all, she was dressed, wasn't she?

She shielded her eyes and looked down in the painful glare. Her jaw dropped in shock as she found herself staring at her trimmed blonde pubic triangle, glowing in the bright light just below her blouse. Her skirt was gone, and so were her panties! In disbelief that such a catastrophe could actually happen to her, she quickly she slid her hands down her hips. In absolute horror, all she could feel was herself.

"Oh my God!!" It was true! She frantically looked around the small compartment, but it was empty. Her missing clothes were not there. Athena moved to open the door, then remembered her condition. She unbuttoned her blouse, pulled it off her shoulders, and wrapped it around her front. Using one hand to hold her blouse in place, she opened the lavatory door enough to stick her head out, and quickly checked the hall outside the lavatory, but the floor there was also clear.

In disgust, she closed the door and tried to think of what had happened. It was her own stupid fault, of course. She had gotten so worked up about that foolish old woman that she forgot to take care of herself. Now she was trapped in an airplane bathroom, still reeling from bad champagne and naked from the waist down! Her face burned red from the embarrassment!.

She thought about calling the stewardess for help, but that idea lasted for only a moment. What would she tell her? How could she ever explain this? "My skirt got ripped by this woman and she tried to fix it, and I was drinking and...." God, who would believe her? It sounded crazy, even to her.

Desperately, Athena looked around for something to cover herself with better than her blouse, which no matter how she arranged it, still left a lot of her body showing. She needed something better, so that she could go back and look for her missing clothes.

All she had available to use were paper towels. Damn! She put aside the blouse and carefully spread out several towels on the toilet seat, making sure it was covered with at least two layers. With a sigh, she sank defeated on the cold metal seat, and draped her blouse over her naked legs for warmth.

Athena put her head in her hands and began to cry. Her mind was too clouded to think of any way out of the mess she, an intelligent woman, had gotten herself into.

When the girl turned the corner, with the agility of a cat, the old woman scooped the panties off the floor and brought them up to her nose. She inhaled deeply, savoring the delectable aroma of youth. They all seemed to have a different smell to them. But the smell was always sweeter when they looked like Athena. As she walked toward the lavatories, she inhaled again. Sweet, indeed.

As she neared the lavatories, Mrs. Murphy picked up Athena's skirt. Soon she stood in front of the only closed bathroom door. After licking her lips, she called out quietly, "Athena, dear, are you in there?"

The girl's head quickly jerked up. "Yes!" she said nervously, making sure the door was truly locked. "What is it?" Athena really wanted to tell her to just go away, but what if Mrs. Murphy had found her missing clothes?

The old woman decided to torture the girl a little. "Why don't you come back to your seat so we can talk?"

"I can't," Athena replied, sounding totally defeated.. "Just leave me alone, please. I'll be out in a few minutes."

Athena stood and looked at her reflection with disgust in the mirror over the sink. "What a sight!" she thought. "The star investigative reporter (what a joke!), herself half-exposed, and trapped in an airplane bathroom. This couldn't get any worse!"

"Why can't you come out, child?" Mrs. Murphy hadn't had this much fun in months.

Athena had to tell her. There was no other way, because she just couldn't do this alone. In spite of all the trouble her aged companion had caused her, Athena knew that Mrs. Murphy actually wanted to help her, even if her efforts usually ended in complete disaster.

"It's very embarrassing," she finally whimpered. "I...I've lost my...my skirt and panties. I don't know where. Can you please help me find them?"

Athena fought back the tears that were slowly building up in her eyes again. Never had she been so embarrassed, or humiliated in her life, having to beg for help from a senile old woman who couldn't even take care of herself, because she somehow had lost half her clothes on an airplane.

"You poor thing. So, you're the one these belonged to. I found them in the middle of the aisle, right by our seats, and was just on my way to take them to a stewardess to put in their lost-and-found."

"Oh, no! Don't do that!" shouted Athena through the door, frightened with visions of being trapped half-naked forever in this small lavatory.

"You don't have to yell. I'm not deaf, at least not yet."

Athena couldn't believe what she heard. Mrs. Murphy had her missing clothes right outside the door, and she was upset because of a raised voice. "I'm...I'm very sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"Apology accepted. Now, let me in and I'll give them to you," the woman said gleefully.

Athena debated quickly if she should open the door in just her bra, but decided the chance of someone passing by was just too great. She put on her blouse and so hastily buttoned it that she did it incorrectly, but, rather than take precious time to redo it, figured there would be plenty of time later to fasten them correctly.

She stood close behind the wall next to the door, then leaned in front of the door by bending at the waist. That way, the most anyone would see of her would be her head and shoulders. She would appear fully dressed to anyone passing by.

Athena, of course, forgot about the mirror on the wall behind her.

She opened the door just a little, and peeked out. Satisfied that the woman did in fact have her clothes, she extended her opened hand through the narrow opening.

"Thanks," Athena said. "You're a life saver."

The old woman had a clear view of the mirror through the partially opened door, and savored the sight of the young woman's firm buttocks, gleaming in the harsh light of the lavatory.

"No, I'd better help you," Mrs. Murphy said, as she brushed aside the hand and boldly forced open the door of the lavatory.

She walked into the small compartment. "You might have torn something," she explained. We don't want you to lose them again, now do we?"

Startled at this unwelcome intrusion, Athena backed up against the counter, and gasped when she felt the cold metal on her bare buttocks. But to her dismay, Mrs. Murphy kept coming towards her until she had driven the girl up on the counter. Athena now was half sitting, half standing in the small bathroom, using her hands to cover her small blonde muff.

"Look, I'm sure they are fine," Athena panted, still trying to get her breath back after being shocked by the cold metal. "Could you please, please just leave them on the counter and hurry back to your seat? Please? Oh, God! The door's still open!"

"Oh, don't be silly. Everyone is fast asleep. Besides, all they could see is me here in the door way. Look, the room is way to small for us both. Now, the sooner you let me help you, the sooner we can get you dressed and go back to our seats."

"OK, OK!" Athena gasped, frantic with worry that someone might see her. "You can help. Now, my skirt!"

"Let's fix that top first."

"What?"

"Your top isn't right. It needs fixing."

"Oh, God!" Athena groaned. She felt she was close to fainting from the shear tension of being without her clothes. She knew that the stubborn old woman would never quit until she had her own way. They could land like this and she would still be standing there, patiently arguing with her. Athena knew she just had to give in, otherwise she would never get dressed!

Athena looked nervously at the woman, but knew she had no choice.

"OK!" she whispered fiercely. "Fix it! Fix anything you like! But, please hurry up. You don't know how embarrassing this is for me, to be dressed like this."

"Why are you embarrassed? You look just fine. Now, put your hands down so I can reach all the buttons and I'll fix that blouse of yours."

"Oh, God!" she moaned, and very reluctantly lowered her protecting hands. Athena waited nervously, half- sitting on the small, metal counter, with her hands flapping uselessly at her sides. She was waiting for a sick old woman to help her straighten her blouse, so she could finally get her panties and skirt from her. It was insane!

"You look tired dear. Why don't you close your eyes and I'll have this blouse fixed in no time?"

Athena suddenly felt very tired. To take a nap here though? She just didn't know. Athena knew she hadn't been thinking clearly for some time now. She was still dizzy and all of this anxiety had worn her nerves to a frazzle. Perhaps Mrs. Murphy was right after all. She desperately needed to relax. With her eyes closed maybe the room wouldn't spin so much. Besides, it would probably made the ordeal seem to go by that much quicker if she didn't have to watch Mrs. Murphy painfully fumbling with her clothes. Athena, praying that no one would walk by, leaned back against the wall and closed her eyes.

"Ah, at last!" mouthed Mrs. Murphy silently. This was what she had been waiting for all evening, to get her hands on this vulnerable young beauty in front of her.

Athena waited for the woman to quickly fix her top. It seemed to be taking forever, though. The woman would button it, then unbutton it all the way down, then say, "I don't seem to be any better at it than you, dear."

The girl, her mind trying to get a grip on reason in a room that insisted on spinning slowly, could only listen to the old woman as those fumbling hands seemed to always end up on her sensitive breasts, with those old fingers tugging at her bra straps, or on the lacy cups. Athena jumped as the fingers always ended up rubbing against her nipples, which seemed to be very susceptible to the touching, and hard.

Athena eventually passed a pleasant threshold where Mrs. Murphy and what she was doing with her seemed very far away, and didn't really have anything to do with her at all. Now feeling safely distant, Athena began enjoying the expert manipulation of her breasts, which was sending strong sexual tingles through-out her beautiful body.

Mrs. Murphy, watching the girl's face for a reaction to her actions, finally found what she had been waiting for. She left the blouse unbuttoned and pushed it off the girl's shoulders. It sank down on the counter around the girl's wrists, leaving her totally naked expect for a tiny bra and a sexy pair of black pumps. Her educated fingers glided over the now-exposed wonderful flesh above Athena's waist.

Athena shivered as she suddenly got another surprising chill. Her breasts were practically glowing with pleasure from all of the old woman's fumbling. She wasn't sure why that should be so, but in her current detached frame of mind she really didn't care. Her bra seemed to be getting tighter and tighter. It must be just her imagination, she thought. Her breasts couldn't be getting bigger.

She had to fight an insane urge to take her bra off right in front of the old woman, and touch her own tingling tits. Why did they feel so good right now of all times? she wondered.

In fact, Athena's whole upper body felt like it was being teased by tiny feathers, running along her skin. It felt so good she didn't want it to end. She thought about opening her eyes but she was just too comfortable, and she knew that nothing but Mrs. Murphy was happening anyway. Besides, she didn't want to embarrass the woman while she was trying to help her.

The old woman hands worked their magic up and down the Athena's glowing upper body. Lightly, she ran her fingers over the firm flesh, until by the feel of her heated skin she knew it was time. Mrs. Murphy put both hands on the front clasp of Athena's bra and opened it. The girl's breasts seemed to explode from the cups, first shaking and bouncing, then settling slightly, with the cups just clinging to the hard nipples poking against them.

All Athena seemed to notice was that her bra wasn't so terribly tight anymore. It felt so good that she took several deep breaths, rejoicing at the lack of constraint, at the same time Mrs. Murphy pushed the bra straps off her shoulders. The bra quickly joined her blouse, bunched up around the now totally nude girl's wrists.

The old woman knew she didn't have much time. There was bound to be someone that would want to use the restroom and ruin her fun. So, she had to move a little faster than normal. Quickly, she grabbed the young woman's breasts and squeezed the firm young flesh between her fingers. When the only reaction she got was a sweet low moan, she began to tease Athena's nipples until the girl started to wiggle around on the counter and automatically push her chest towards her.

What was happening to her? Athena wondered. Her head was now spinning out of control, and her tits felt like someone was really playing with them, especially her nipples. Her nipples seemed to have a mind of their own. They had never felt so hard or alive. She could even feel her pussy getting wet! That's not what she needed now, with this woman standing right in front of her trying to button her blouse. Athena tried to reconnect with the real world, but found it very hard to do so. She tried briefly to open her eyes but the harsh light blinded her again and made her feel even dizzier. She knew she had to get dressed and back to her seat, before she was too dizzy to stand up.

"Please hurry! I'm getting a little dizzy for some reason," Athena said almost to low for the woman to heard.

"Just got it. Now if you would stand up, we can see what we can do about your panties and skirt."

"Oh, thank you." Mrs. Murphy told her the blouse was done, and that was good enough for her.

Eyes still closed, Athena tried to stand, but she teetered forward against the old woman in front of her, and left her bra and blouse behind her on the floor.

"Oops a daisy," Mrs. Murphy said.

Athena could feel the old woman wrap her arms around her waist and spin her around. Athena didn't even sense that now the old woman was in the center of the restroom and she was outside of her, facing the open doorway, without a stitch of clothing on but her sexy little pumps. She sensed that if the old woman had let go of her, she would certainly have toppled over. As she had always know, Mrs. Murphy was truly her guardian angel!

Mrs. Murphy took one hand and skillfully ran it down the befuddled reporter's shapely buttocks, then between her legs, and rested it directly on her vulva.

Athena's mind clear for an instant from the touch. "Oh! What are you doing?" she gasped in surprise.

"Be quiet child. You wouldn't want me to put your panties on with you being so wet would you?" the old woman said as she quickly slid one finger in the steaming girl's pussy.

As quickly as her mind had cleared, it fogged over again. The old woman was right, of course. If she put her panties on when she was so wet, they would be so uncomfortable. The woman was so nice to be helping her like this.

"Thanks," Athena answered. She moved forward slightly and was now standing right in the lavatory's open doorway. If anyone had come across the scene, they would have seen a naked young woman standing in the doorway of an airplane restroom arching her back. They wouldn't have seen an old woman behind her, smiling as her slid two more fingers inside the girl's pussy, fucking her slowly.

Mrs. Murphy worked her fingers into the girl's pussy with perfect motion. Athena never knew why she was getting wetter instead of drier as the woman helped her. All she knew was she was getting even dizzier and her breathing was becoming more staggered. If there wasn't a kind old woman behind her trying to help her, she would swear there was something moving in and out of her pussy.

Athena had to lean forward, she was getting so dizzy. Bending forward at the waist, with her hands on her knees, she breathed deeply, trying to clear her head and ignore the powerful sensation that was rapidly building between her legs.

Seeing the naked girl bend over was just too perfect, thought Mrs. Murphy. The old woman gently pushed on the small of the girl's back until she took two steps forward. Now the pretty young woman was halfway out the doorway, bent over, her naked top half hanging out into the aisle, with her pretty breasts pointing down at the floor. It gave anyone who cared a lovely look at the topless Athena.

"You'll need to bend a little lower," Mrs. Murphy ordered, as she pushed the girl's shoulders down. All Athena knew was that she had to obey, so she slowly bent forward until she lost her balance and ended up with her hands flat on the floor. Now she was almost completely in the hall outside the lavatory. The only thing hidden was a small part of her behind. No one could see Mrs. Murphy standing behind the girl, plunging three fingers in and out of Athena's pretty blonde muff.

The old woman put her free hand between the girl's legs and rubbed Athena's clit as she continued her slow fucking of the girl's pussy.

"OH!" gasped her naked prey.

The blood ran quickly to Athena's head, making her more dizzy than ever. The terrific pressure building between her legs was making her weak at the knees. Slowly but surely she sank toward the floor, until she was on her hands and knees, panting like a dog.

Mrs. Murphy gave the girl's vulnerable clit one gentle pinch. The blood shot straight to her pussy as her whole body shook violently with the orgasm.

Athena Valentine then slumped to the floor on her stomach, and fainted.