The old woman licked Athena's vaginal fluids off her fingers, and smiled. It was so much sweeter when they were pretty, the old woman thought.

She moved to the unconscious Athena's side and gently flipped her over onto her back. Mrs. Murphy took a moment to savor the exquisite sight of the beautiful nude sprawled helpless on the dirty airplane carpet. If she never took another girl, this victory would be enough to last for her few remaining years.

She bent down to drag Athena back into the lavatory. Before she did though, she looked down the aisle to see if anyone was lucky enough to the naked girl's sexy little exhibition. On both sides of the short hall, sweaty faces, both male and female, lined the corners. Mrs. Murphy immediately recognized them as her fellow business-class passengers. "Why, those cunning devils," she thought gleefully. "They must have been secretly watching me and the girl all the time."

The old woman smiled kindly at each side. This is something they'll never forget either, she thought, laughing, as she dragged the unconscious Athena back into the lavatory by her feet.

Mrs. Murphy happily cleaned the girl as best she could. She gave Athena's nipples one more little tug before putting on the bra and blouse. She then dipped her fingers in the young woman's pussy and swirled them around, wetting them. She just had to taste the sweet nectar one more time. The old woman licked the juice from her fingers, still amazed at how pure Athena's cunt was. Sighing, she put on the girl's panties and skirt, then left her, still unconscious, sitting on the toilet. Feeling the success of a job well done, she strutted proudly back to her seat.

Athena eyes popped open. Whit a panicked look, she put her hands down to cover her crotch, thinking she was still naked. She was tremendously relieved to find that she was now completely dressed. It had all just been a terrible, fantastic dream! She wasn't trapped half-naked in the bathroom at all.

Just to make sure, she checked everything: blouse, skirt, panties, and bra. She had them all, and in good condition, too. Except her panties, which were a little soiled in the crotch band.

"God. It had all seemed so real, too," she thought. She would have sworn that she had actually been naked only a few minutes ago. "Wow!" she said. "No more airline champagne!" Her pussy did feel a little funny, and her nipples were slightly hard, but they always did when she drank.

Athena was happy to see that when she got up she wasn't dizzy anymore. In fact, except for feeling surprisingly tired, she felt rather good. She looked in the mirror and was shocked at how messy she looked.

"Well, what did you expect after hiding out in a lavatory for God knows how long," she told her reflection. She reached down and straightened her blouse, then ran her fingers through her hair. She looked a little better, but she'd be happier when they landed and she could get to her luggage and change out of her clothes. They felt dirty to her for some reason.

Walking back to her seat, she passed one of the business-class passengers, a smart-looking business woman in her 40s who seemed to be staring at her. The look on her face made Athena feel like she was naked. She blushed and instinctively brought one arm up to cover her breasts and the other she hung down in front of her crotch. She could even feel her staring at her behind long after she had passed her.

"Well, hi there," chirped Mrs. Murphy. "I thought you'd died in there. I almost had the stewardess go to see if you were all right," Mrs. Murphy said, smiling up at girl.

"That was Mrs. Murphy all over," thought Athena as she smiled back at her guardian angle. "Always watching out for me."

Athena told the grinning old woman, "You needn't have worried. I wasn't gone that long. Only a few minutes, is all," she answered.

"No, dear. You've been gone for almost an hour."

"Are you sure?" Athena replied, shocked she had been sitting in there for so long.

"Quite sure."

It must have been that drink, she thought. "I must have fallen asleep in there, " she said trying to laugh as she said it. She had never done that before and it worried her.

"Well, don't let it concern you. Have a seat, we'll be landing in about three hours or so," Mrs. Murphy said helpfully, getting up so that Athena could pass.

She was relieved that the woman finally allowed her to pass. Athena felt completely exhausted. She was in no mood to have the woman's hands on her again, ever! All she wanted to do was collapse in her own chair, and sleep for the remainder of the fight.

Just before she drifted off, she carefully checked all her clothing under the blanket, just to make sure she really wasn't missing anything.

Sighing, she quietly said to herself, "I'll sure be glad when this flight is over!"

"My God," she thought, as she reviewed her recent association with her unusual traveling companion. "I hadn't realized just how confused the old woman actually was!" It was truly amazing to her that Mrs. Murphy was allowed to wander freely about the country like this. "The crazy old loon belongs in a home!" she thought bitterly.

Yet, in spite of everything that happened, Athena found she still couldn't remain angry at her for very long. At this point in the old woman's life, Athena knew she was like a very young if dangerous child, and therefore not really responsible for her actions. Yet, her kindly personally, carried over from her younger years, just refused to quit. She would try so hard to be of help to her, and become so disappointed when it rarely ever worked, that Athena's heart still flowed with sympathy for the remarkable old woman.

Her last memory of her before sleeping was that of the old woman sweetly telling her again that she would be taking care of her all through the remainder of the flight, and not to worry about a thing. How lucky could she be, to have such a wonderful traveling companion, a borderline dementia case if ever there was one, on her first real assignment? No doubt about it, Mrs. Murphy was going to make a great character!

She could only hope that her new employers, her new family as Forthingill would rather say, would prove to be equally colorful, if hopefully a little less confused and certainly a lot less 'helpful'.

A short time later, Mrs. Murphy looked at her deeply sleeping companion, and smiled. It was an intensely cruel, wicked smile, and it would have scared anyone who saw it. "Now," she thought. "Now we can begin, again."

She lifted up the blanket and saw that she was completely dressed. "Don't people undress to sleep anymore?" the old woman muttered. Well, now she would be able to do it all over again, she thought, as she removed the blanket and placed it on the floor.

Mrs. Murphy had Athena's blouse and skirt off, and was in the process of pulling the girl's opened bra down her arms when she felt something pressing against her from the aisle. Turning, she saw the angry face of a pretty stewardess hovering over hers.

"Is there something going on here?" the stewardess quietly demanded, her hands on her hips. Her name tag read 'Jenny Jones'.

The old woman stared boldly into her eyes as her left hand flashed up the unsuspecting woman's skirt and pinched the tender, pouting flesh of her vulva in a grip of iron. She watched confidently as Jenny's eyes first registered shock and then pain as they began filling with tears.

"Say nothing or you'll lose it!" Mrs. Murphy whispered intensely as she tightened her grip on the stunned stewardess's pain-filled crotch.

The cringing Jenny's head became a blur in agreement.

"My bitch and I would like some time to ourselves, if you don't mind," hissed Mrs. Murphy. "Unless you'd care to join us. Eh, dearie?" the leering ancient whispered as she gave the stunned woman's sensitive flesh a gentle message through her pantyhose. "No?" she said and gave Jenny an extra hard squeeze before letting go.

The stewardess, holding onto her wounded crotch with both hands, ran squealing up the aisle.

"Now we'll be left alone, my lovely," crooned Mrs. Murphy softly to her sweetly sleeping prey as she returned to her work. She replaced the girl's blanket to avoid any further interruptions from busy-bodies. Soon the old woman was once again happily at work undressing the unaware reporter.

Athena woke up to the unaccustomed feel of her stiff nipples rubbing on the rough airline blanket. "What a dream!" she said.

She looked sleepily at the seat back in front of her and saw with a shock of recognition her clothes all neatly folded over the top. Not believing what she saw, she looked under the blanket. "OH MY!" she gasped. "I'm naked!"

That damned old woman had managed to take all of her clothes off her during the night.

"Mrs. Murphy!," she sputtered indignantly to the grinning old crone, as she held her inadequate blanket tightly around her. "What have you done?"

"Didn't want your nice clothes to get all wrinkled, did ya?" Mrs. Murphy gibbered, a thin stream of saliva trickling down the left corner of her mouth. "Can't sleep in your clothes, 'taint right! So, I fixed you up, yes ma'am, that I did."

Athena looked around her in horror. It was already morning, and in the sun-lit cabin the stewardesses were clearing everyone's breakfast things and generally preparing the cabin for the plane's final decent into Chicago.

Athena knew she hadn't a moment to loose! She couldn't go to one of the rest rooms, not in this blanket. So, she had to get dressed right here in the seat. She let go of her blanket to carefully reach up and grab the pile of her clothes from the top of the seat in front of her.

Athena let out a stifled squeal as Mrs. Murphy said, "Here, let me help you," and pulled the blanked completely from her body.

"No!" Athena gasped as she dropped her clothes to the floor and silently fought the old woman for possession of her only covering. She finally pulled the blanket from the grasp of the hurt-looking old woman and carefully tucked it around her naked body once again.

The small blanket would merely cover her front and sides, so she could only lean over very slightly to avoid showing too much of her naked skin while she searched for her things. She lowered her right arm as far as she could and started desperately to feel the floor around her seat for her missing clothes.

"Oh, no!" she breathed. To her horror, she found that, during her unbelievable struggle with Mrs. Murphy, her clothes had been scattered all over the cabin floor. She had just thankfully found her skirt and blouse and was in the process of looking for her underwear when she felt a familiar bump.

She looked out of her window and saw the runway racing by. "Oh, God!" she moaned. They were already on the ground and she was still naked underneath the blanket.

She had to get dressed, she just had to!

Athena picked up her blouse and clumsily got into in underneath the blanket. By the strange way it fitted, she knew she had gotten the buttons wrong but at that point she didn't care as she slipped her skirt up her legs. Rising slightly, she pulled her skirt over her hips as the plane came to a stop at their gate's extended walkway. The passengers were all standing now, retrieving their luggage from the overhead compartments as Athena swiftly tucked her mis-buttoned blouse into her skirt and fastened it.

Mrs. Murphy swiftly gathered her things and, with a hurried "Bye, now!" to the distressed woman, quickly scuttled out of her seat and left the cabin.

Athena looked around frantically for the rest of her things, but could only find her shoes. All of her other clothes were not to be found anywhere. She thought of asking one of the kind stewardesses for help, but was too embarrassed. She waited in her seat until the passengers had all left and started searching the other rows for her missing things.

A stewardess walked over to where she was frantically searching.

"Did you lose something, Miss?"

"Uh, no! Nothing at all!" Athena cried, blushing at the thought of how undressed she felt without her underthings. "I was just... Uh, just making sure I hadn't forgotten anything, that's all."

"Fine. You must leave the plane now, miss. If you find anything missing, you can always check with the airline's 'lost and found' office located just outside the baggage claim area."

"Yes, thank you." Athena gathered up her purse from the seat pocket and her jacket from the overhead compartment. Carrying her blazer, she dejectedly walked out of the aircraft and down the long empty corridor of the walkway. She was acutely conscious of the unaccustomed movement of her breasts underneath her wrongly buttoned prime white blouse, the painful rubbing of her nipples against the heavily starched material. Once inside the terminal, she could feel the cooled air against her bare legs and even up her short skirt!

She had to retrieve her suitcases and find some undies before she did anything else.

Inside the deserted passenger reception area, she found that only she and a rather severe-looking young woman dressed in a chauffeur's uniform were left in the area. Athena looked over the confusing array of signs to try and figure out how to find the baggage area but was still so distressed over what had just happened to her that she failed miserably. She was getting ready to have a good cry when the woman came over to her and held up a sign with "A. Valentine" neatly printed in bold black letters across the white surface of the sign.

"Athena?" the woman hesitantly asked.

Holding back her tears, Athena managed to quietly sob out a faint, "Yes?"

"Thank goodness it's you. I was beginning to think I had missed you. I'm Becky. I'm the driver from the Devereux estate. I'm your ride."

Without hesitation, the sobbing Athena, overcome with relief, dropped her things and threw her arms tightly around her rescuer.

"Whoa! Bad trip, uh?" the woman asked dryly as she dropped her sign and placed her arms firmly around the back of the sobbing woman. She pressed Athena tightly towards her, enjoying the feel of the firm proud breasts against hers. She felt Athena's back and confirmed that this supposedly proper young thing was not wearing a bra.

Athena continued to cry into the woman's shoulder as Becky's hands moved down the weeping reporter's back and came to rest on her firm, thrusting buttocks. Using a little more care than before, Becky moved her hands contentedly over the magnificent ass, and was surprised to discover that this tasty looking cupcake wasn't wearing any panties either. No underwear of any kind, come to that. And her blouse had obviously been buttoned in haste.

"Wait until Mrs. D. hears about this," the delighted Becky thought. "She may want to step things up a bit."

"What a terrible way to start!" Athena wailed to herself. "I must get back into my character and quickly." She finally got a grip on her runaway emotions and tried to become the cool reporter once again.

When Athena finished crying, Becky took her to the baggage claim area.

On the way, Athena darted into the first rest room she saw to relieve herself and fix her blouse. When she was in the stall, the reporter was surprised to find that her pubic hair and inner thighs were covered with some dried, sticky substance. Not sure how she managed to spill something (the champagne?) there of all places, she daintily cleaned herself off and left the stall. At a sink she carefully washed her hands and the drying tears from her face before she rejoined the patiently waiting Becky outside the rest room.

"Feeling better?" Becky asked.

"Oh, yes. Much better," Athena truthfully replied, her natural enthusiasm returning to her.

As they walked to the baggage area, Athena could not help being aware of her body under her clothes. Never before had she been wearing her regular clothes without underwear. Even at home she was always properly dressed.

She was acutely conscious of everything, from the rubbing of her naked thighs, to the slight movement of her firm breasts underneath her blouse. Especially bad were the maddening sensations coming from her very erect nipples after their continuous rubbing on the heavily starched material. The longer she walked, the more they rubbed and the additional rubbing just seem to make them even more erect, even more sensitive.

Athena found herself quite breathless when they finally reached the baggage area. She was too embarrassed to tell Becky about it, because then she would have to tell her why. It was, after all, about her private, secret places and not for anyone else to know about, even someone she liked as much as Becky. Her mother had taught her far too well for that.

After retrieving her two modest suitcases, Athena said, "I need to visit the rest room again before we leave."

"Your plane was late getting in, and we were due back two hours ago. I thought you already took care of business. So, what's up?"

"Well, yes, but I...I still really need to find one. It will just take a moment. Please?" Athena implored. She just couldn't tell her that she had somehow lost all of her underwear because of some senile old woman she had met on the flight. She just couldn't!

"Look, Athena. We are so late right now it's not even funny." Becky took the agitated nanny by the arm and started to head for the exit. "We must leave immediately, otherwise I could lose my job. Okay? Besides, you can always change or do whatever, any time after we arrive at the estate in about two hours."

"Oh, I wouldn't want you to lose your job, Becky," Athena said a little breathlessly, trying to remember to stay in character. "Of course let's go now. It...it wasn't all that important, anyhow."