He emerged from the stall, took down the “OUT OF ORDER” sign, and hefted the strap of the tool bag over his shoulder. The restroom was practically... empty as the final flights were arriving and Shawn’s second shift workday neared its end.As the toned five-foot-nine-inch dark-skinned brother washed his hands, a short flight attendant entered. Shawn smiled at the attractive Latino man with flawless olive skin, big brown doe eyes, and spiked black hair. He wore the standard issue Atlantica Airlines. No harm, no foul.Unzipping the mesh bag, I dumped its contents out on my couch. Withtrembling hands, I reached for the pink pair of panties. Even though Iknew I was alone in my apartment, I looked around anyway. Why did Istart with the pink? No idea. I held them like I did my briefs andstepped into them one leg at a time. I slowly pulled them up. I stoppedjust shy of actually wearing them. What did this mean? Why did I feelthis way? I was practically shaking and I hadn't even put them on allthe. Of course, there had been a standard survey to make sure that there were no sentient beings who would be discommoded by an invasion of new settlers. This was done by machine, but the test for non-sentient fauna was to be done by us with our feet on the ground.None of the flora was obviously harmful, and none of it was mobile as far as the drones could tell, so we were advised to concentrate on the fauna and record data on the flora in passing. I didn’t argue with that order of priorities. She had pulled him up towards her a little bit in her enthusiasm, and now his dick rested on top of her mons, and then, Mike had lowered his weight back down on her.She felt the warmth of it, her breathing became even more irregular, as she pressed her tongue into Mike's mouth and moved it around in ardent exploration. Mike soon got stimulated by this very new sensation, and he too began to be conscious of just where his cock was nestled.As they kissed, their bodies began that timeless seeking.