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Los Angeles
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Chapter 2 : Los Angeles
[The characters in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance
to actual persons either living or dead is purely coincidental.
This story contains language and scenes of an adult nature that
might offend certain people. If that's you then don't read it. ]
Michele removed her hand from the front of her panties with
a start as she realized that the cockpit door had been opened. It
was all right, it was only Rick returning from a trip to the
head. The skipper was still taking a nap. Rick stretched,
feeling the muscles of his spine crackle deliciously as he arched
his back. He let out a groan as the tension was released, then
slid into his seat behind Michele. Michele smiled inwardly at
the groan. She had heard the same groans coming from Rick the
night before as he had emptied his load deep into her snatch. She
could still feel a slight stickiness in her crotch where traces
of his semen were leaking out of her cunt. "Hope I can make it
to the hotel before it starts to show", she thought. Her
thoughts were interrupted by Los Angeles Center.
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, descend and maintain flight
level three-zero-zero, contact the Center now on
one-three-four-point-six- five, good day".
Michele reluctantly focussed her attention back to the
present. It was Captain X's leg into LAX, so Michele was working
the radios and doing all the other pilot-not-flying duties.
"Descend maintain three-zero-zero,
one-three-four-point-six-five, so long, Merkin
two-twenty-six-heavy".
Michele spoke with the practiced ease of the airline
professional, well aware that her musical voice sent thrills up
and down the spines of male air traffic controllers and pilots on
the same frequency. Flying the big jets had always turned her on,
and she was feeling the beginnings of a dampness in her crotch as
she deftly dialed in the new frequency and adjusted the altitude
alerter to flight level 300.
"Los Angeles Center, Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, out of
three-five- zero for flight level three-zero-zero, good evening".
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, Los Angeles Center, good
evening".
Michele quickly completed her flow checks and pulled out
the landing preliminary checklist. She then glanced expectantly
at Captain X. Receiving a nod in reply, she began to call it off.
Rick responded promptly to each of the Flight Engineer
challenges on the checklist, but his attention was mostly on what
he planned to do to Michele when they reached the hotel. The
memory of last night was still vivid. Michele shaking with
pleasure as he pumped into her for all he was worth, her legs up
over his shoulders giving him the best possible angle for deep
penetration of her hot wet slit. He shifted in his seat to
relieve the pressure of his pants on his woody, which had been
standing at attention for most of the flight out of Boston.
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, cross Civet at
one-six-thousand, cleared Civet-three profile descent, Los
Angeles altimeter two-niner-niner- two".
Listening to Michele acknowledge the clearance, Rick stuck
his right hand deep into his pocket and began to massage his
member. He wasn't sure he could wait to get to the hotel. A
faint smell almost below the conscious threshold was slowly
driving him crazy with lust, and he realized with a start that it
was the same smell that he had wallowed in last night as he
tongued Michele to orgasm after screaming orgasm.
"Descent power" called Captain X, pulling the power levers
back slightly. Michele responded by pulling the power levers
smoothly back to flight idle, and the whine of the three engines
faded as the EPR, N-1 and EGT gauges wound down in unison.
"Descent power set". The engine noise was replaced by the sound
of the airflow over the hull as the DC-10 began its descent into
the Los Angeles area. The three General Electric turbofans were
still producing enough power to pressurize the airplane and power
the hydraulic, electrical and anti- ice systems, but other than
that the huge airplane was now essentially a three hundred and
fifty thousand pound glider.
"It won't be long now" thought Michele as she busied
herself with the LAX approach charts and prepared to brief
Captain X on the approach. "I can't wait to get to the hotel and
feel Rick inside me". Spreading the Low Altitude En-Route chart
on her lap, she carefully slid her hand below it, under the
waistband of her uniform and into her damp panties. "I hope the
skipper can't tell what I'm doing" she worried nervously as she
wiggled her hand down to where she could insert the tip of her
index finger into her slippery wet vagina. Sliding her hand up a
little, she was able to massage her swollen clitoris. Wave upon
wave of pleasure coursed through her as she fingered herself.
Rick was aware that Michele was tensing up in the seat just
to his left. By leaning slightly over, he was able to see that
her left hand was reaching under a chart that she had opened up
all the way on her lap. "No way", he thought, "she wouldn't have
the nerve to do that here!". But there was no mistaking the
slight spasmodic jerks of her shoulders and the deep breaths she
was taking. The unmistakable scent of a woman was reaching his
nostrils, exciting him still further. With an effort, Rick pulled
his hand out of his pocket and turned his attention back to his
flight engineer panel.
Michele was close to coming now. Her wet fingers rubbed up
and down between her labia, keeping her clitoris well lubricated
as she rubbed herself towards orgasm. She quickly scanned the
instrument panel and noted that they were just passing through
18,000 feet. Captain X was reaching out to reset the altimeter
and Michele hurriedly did the same to hers. "Transition
altitude. Altimeters set left and right and cross-checked".
Michele hoped that the sexual tension wasn't detectable in her
voice as she made the required callout. Her panties were
drenched in vaginal lubricant and her groin was aching for the
release of orgasm. "It's too late now", she thought, "I'm going
to have to wait". As she pulled her left hand reluctantly out
of her panties, Michele's watch caught on the waistband and
pulled her panties tightly up into her crack. Captain X was
reaching for the power levers as the DC-10 approached 16,000
feet. A slight back pressure on the yoke raised the nose and the
jet leveled off at the assigned crossing altitude. Captain X
moved the power levers forward slightly, and called for cruise
power. Michele obliged, carefully balancing the EPR gauges to
equal power settings. The jet droned on toward Civet
intersection at a steady three hundred and twenty knots, unaware
of the vaginal lubricant now coating the power lever handles.
Michele quickly contacted the company via ARINC and got
their gate assignment, then briefed Captain X on the Los Angeles
ILS 25-R approach. Captain X reached for the P.A. handset and
motioned to the controls. "You have control". "I have control",
acknowledged Michele as required by the company operating
specifications. Captain X made a brief passenger announcement.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain X speaking. We will
be landing in Los Angeles in approximately fifteen minutes. The
temperature there is a pleasant 85 degrees. Due to the Santa Ana
winds, some of the traffic ahead of us has been experiencing a
few little bumps, so please be sure to keep your seat belts
securely fastened. Thanks for flying Merkin Airlines".
"I have control". "You have control". Michele turned over
control of the DC-10 to Captain X. "Crossing Civet, down to
12,000, 12 miles, next fix Bremr" she called out as the numbers
on the DME clicked down to show 52 miles from the airport.
"Descent power". "Set". Michele noticed out of the corner of her
eye that Captain X was smelling her fingertips and rubbing them
together. With horror she realized that the fingers of her left
hand had been covered with her vaginal juices when she had
touched the power levers.
Descending through fifteen thousand feet, the DC-10
encountered the first of the mountain wave turbulence caused by
the strong Santa Ana winds. Michele felt the jet buck and surge
beneath her, and was pleasantly aware of how the movement was
transmitted through her tightly fitting panties to her clitoris
and vaginal lips. "This could be fun", she mused, struggling to
keep the pleasure from showing in her expression. An electric
thrill shot through her as the DC-10 again shuddered and swayed
in the turbulent air.
Michele made the callout for Captain X as the jet crossed
the next step down fix. "Crossing Bremr, down to 11,000, 7 miles
to Arnes". "Roger, descent power". The jet shook in the rough
air as it descended toward Arnes, 33 miles from Los Angeles. Busy
with her duties, Michele was struggling to keep from being
distracted by the panties that were sending every sudden movement
of the airplane directly to her throbbing clitoris. "Oh, I'm
going to come soon, I can't help it", she moaned silently to
herself as the stimulation continued. "I'm soaking wet".
Suddenly it felt too warm on the flight deck and she reached up
to adjust her air vent.
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, reduce speed maintain
two-five-zero knots, contact Los Angeles approach
one-two-four-point-niner".
"Slowing... gasp... two-five-zero,
one-two-four-point-niner, two- twenty-six-heavy". Captain X was
looking at her strangely, then she turned back to her scan. "She
must know what's going on", thought the horny young first
officer, "I hope she doesn't write me up for this". She thumbed
her mic switch. "Los Angeles approach, Merkin... gasp...
two-twenty-six... oh!... heavy, with you on the... oooh!...
profile".
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, Los Angeles approach, reduce
speed maintain two-one-zero knots until Downe cross Fuelr at
eight thousand cleared ILS-runway-two-five-right approach contact
the tower at Limma, traffic at twelve o'clock five miles is a
Singapore heavy 747 will precede you to two-five-right, caution
wake turbulence, report that traffic in sight".
"Welcome to LA", Michele said dryly to no one in
particular, then acknowledged the rapid-fire clearance. The
DC-10 crossed the fixes in rapid succession - Suzzi, Fuelr,
Downe, Hunda, and finally captured the glideslope just before
Limma, the outer marker. "Glideslope alive". "One dot below,
gear down, landing final checklist". Coupled to the localizer
and glideslope, the DC-10 passed Limma descending through 1900
feet. Trying desperately to ignore the rubbing of her panties on
her clitoris as the DC-10 lurched up and down, Michele dialed in
120.95 and called Los Angeles tower. "Los Angeles tower, Merkin
two-twenty-six-heavy, inside Limma". "Merkin two-twenty-six-
heavy, Los Angeles tower, runway-two-five-right cleared to land,
wind three-five-zero at one-five gusts two-five".
"One thousand above, minimums three-zero-two, cross-check,
no flags... gasp!..., bug plus five, sink seven hundred". The
DC-10 was crabbing to the right as the autopilot corrected for
the crosswind. Captain X was monitoring the approach and
preparing for the landing, and seemed oblivious to the frenzied
state of her first officer in the right seat. Michele was
squirming in her seat as the stimulation rose to new heights. She
could feel the tension rising in her vaginal muscles and knew
that she could hold off her orgasm for only seconds longer. Her
breath was coming in short sharp gasps, and she was straining
against the shoulder harness as the wave of pleasure started to
rise. She felt her toes start to curl as the orgasm began.
Struggling to maintain her self-control, Michele made the next
callout. "Five hundred above, no flags, sink seven hun...
gasp!... dred... Unnnh... I'M COMING!... OOOH!... FUCK!... I'M
COMING!"
Michele was arching out of the seat, shaking and shuddering
with pleasure, gasping for breath and swinging her head wildly
from side to side in ecstasy. Her hands involuntarily slid down
inside her panties and she plunged three fingers deep into her
vagina, the fingers of her other hand rubbing her clitoris
furiously. She was completely lost in her orgasm, and completely
unaware of the DC-10 that was now seconds from touchdown. Captain
X had uncoupled the autopilot and was hand flying the airplane.
The scene in the right seat had startled her for a moment, but
she now turned her attention back to flying. Well, most of her
attention. She was aware of the wetness that had started in her
crotch.
"Two hundred feet, flows off, final gear check, cleared to
land". Captain X was making her own callouts. "One hundred
radar... fifty... forty... thirty... twenty... ten... five".
With a rumble the DC-10 touched down and the ground spoilers rose
automatically. Captain X engaged reverse thrust and pushed the
power levers forward. The DC-10 rumbled and shook as the
confused engine exhaust tumbled over the tail. Michele screamed
and shook as another orgasm shot through her. "Eighty knots".
Captain X reduced power to idle, applied braking and turned the
DC-10 off the runway onto taxiway 42, then onto Juliet Outer.
"Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, contact ground
one-two-one-point-seven- five". Captain X acknowledged,
contacted ground for clearance, and proceeded to taxi to the
gate. When the jet was moving slowly along Kilo Inner, she
turned her attention to her first officer. Michele was sitting
limply in her seat, mouth open and breathing heavily. Her face
was flushed and she seemed only dimly aware of her surroundings.
Without a word Captain X reached up to the overhead panel and
flipped the cockpit voice recorder mode select switch to the
Erase position. With a barely perceptible jolt the DC-10 stopped
at the gate, and warning lights flared in the cockpit as the
cabin and cargo doors were opened. Captain X quickly completed
the shutdown checklist and climbed out of her seat. In silence
the flight crew donned their jackets and caps and filed out on
their way to the crew bus that would take them to their hotel.
"I'm really fucked", thought Michele miserably as they
boarded the crew bus. "The skipper's going to turn me in and
they'll fire my ass for sure. Fuck, I wish she'd say something
and get it over with". The flight crew climbed out of the bus and
led by Captain X, entered the lobby of the Airport Marriott.
Michele checked in and hurried to her room, where she quickly
showered and changed into fresh clothes. Throwing herself face
down on the bed, she wondered how she could show up for the next
leg the following morning. Michele closed her eyes and tried to
relax. She was awakened by a quiet knock on the door.
"Who's there?" she called through the door. "Michele, I
need to talk to you, may I come in?". Michele recognized the
voice as belonging to Captain X. "Oh fuck, here it comes", she
thought as she opened the door and stood aside to let Captain X
enter the room. Michele noticed with surprise that the skipper
was dressed in a tight form-fitting white mini-skirt and top that
showed off shapely thighs and perky breasts, her shiny long dark
hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Without a word Captain X
stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, then turned
to Michele and touched her on the shoulder. Moving closer, she
planted a soft kiss on Michele's moist lips. Michele's eyes
widened in surprise, but she did not pull back from the touch.
Michele had been with another girl in college, and since then she
had sometimes thought about repeating the experience but had been
afraid of what might happen if her employer ever found out about
it. And now the skipper was here putting the moves on her!
Maybe she wasn't in so much trouble over her performance during
the last leg as she had thought. Taking a deep breath, she made
up her mind.
Michele returned the kiss, using her tongue and increasing
the pressure. The response was immediate, and she felt a hand
exploring her breasts before sliding down her belly and running
over her mound. They moved slowly over toward the bed, their
tongues intertwined. Michele slowly pushed Captain X onto her
back, her dark hair spilling over the pillow. Moving her
attention to the skipper's skirt, she slowly unzipped it and
pulling it free, she tossed it on a nearby chair. The top
followed it, the skipper raising her shoulders off the bed to
make the task easier. Captain X was wearing a pair of filmy
white see-through panties and no bra, and Michele could see the
dampness of a neatly shaved pussy though the thin material.
Reaching down, she carefully peeled off her own white cotton
panties and threw them aside. Captain X was smiling up at her,
and motioned for her to come closer. Michele climbed over her
and straddled her on the bed, her blonde hair tumbling down on
either side of her young face.
Captain X reached under Michele's skirt and gently stroked
her slit, then carefully slid a finger into Michele's willing
vagina. Michele gasped with pleasure, and tightened her vaginal
muscles around the finger. Captain X slowly pulled her finger
out of Michele's snatch and licked the juice off with obvious
enjoyment. She then undid the catch holding Michele's short
skirt, and pulled it off. "I've been wondering all week whether
you're a natural blonde Michele, and now I see that you are". She
pulled Michele forward by the hips until her wet cunt was
directly over her mouth. Pulling Michele gently downward, she
teased her fine blonde cunt hair with her tongue, then started to
lick along the length of Michele's slit. Michele went purely
crazy with pleasure, gasping and moaning as wave after wave of
intense pleasure jolted her clitoris and radiated to her
extremities. In no time she was on the edge of another climax.
"Oh yes! fuck me! I'm coming... don't stop... stick it in me!...
I'M GONNA COME!... don't stop... yes!... ooh!... I'M COMING!...
YES!... UNGHHH!... OOH YES!... FUCK!... I CAN'T STOP
COMING!...... I CAN'T STOP COMING!..."
Slowly Michele came down from her orgasm, panting and
moaning, to find Captain X gasping and rubbing herself as she
watched Michele. "Do me now, Michele" she pleaded, "I can't wait
any longer. Make me come". Before Michele could respond, the
telephone rang, and she answered it.
"Hello?"
"Michele, it's Rick. What do you think's going to happen?
Think she'll report you?".
"Well, actually, Rick, I don't think it's going to be a
problem".
"Huh? Why not?"
"Rick, I don't want to talk about it on the phone any more.
Why don't you come over to my room and I'll explain it to you.
It's room 504".
"OK, I'll be along in a minute".
Michele turned back to Captain X with a wicked sexy grin on
her face. "I can do one better than that, honey. How would you
like me to get Rick to slide his tool into you? I spent the last
two layovers in his room, and believe me, it was incredible! I've
never met someone who comes back for more like he does". By way
of reply, Captain X reached for Michele and kissed her deeply.
"Only if you join in", she panted. Michele smiled and moved down
to where she could use her tongue on the Captain's engorged labia
and clitoris. It was a highly erotic feeling licking the
recently shaved pussy, and it made her strangely excited in a way
she couldn't quite explain.
There was another quiet knock on the door to her hotel room.
Rick stepped into Michele's room, and took in the scene at
one glance. Peeling off his shirt, he stepped over to where
Captain X lay on the bed slowly fingering herself and arching her
back. Captain X looked up at him, then sat up and reached for
Rick's pants. Rick stood while Captain X unfastened his pants
and let them fall around his ankles. His penis was standing at
rigid attention, and throbbed slightly in anticipation of what
was to come. Captain X reached her hands around Rick and pulled
him forward to where she could reach him with her tongue. Taking
a deep breath, she slid him all the way in until the tip of his
tool touched the back of her throat, then started to move in and
out slowly. Rick groaned and stumbled slightly as his back
muscles tightened. He could feel the pressure building at the
base of his cock and knew that he wouldn't last long with the
Captain deep- throating him so expertly. "I'm going to come
soon", he warned. Captain X pulled free of his cock and smiled at
him. "No doing that until you're in my cunt", she announced.
Rick needed no further prompting. As she rolled over onto her
back and raised her knees, Rick mounted her and slid his penis
into her hot moist vagina in one long slippery movement. "Aaah!"
he groaned, "that feels so fucking good!".
Rick slowly pumped into her cunt, sending waves of intense
pleasure through both of their bodies. He pulled almost all the
way out on each stroke, so that Captain X gasped and dug her
nails into his back to keep him from pulling all the way out. He
rammed into her each time with enough force to drive her back
against the headboard and make her arch herself up to meet his
thrust. "Oh yes, fuck me, fill me up, fuck me, make me come, I
want to come, fuck me, harder, yes, oh... yes!" she gasped. Rick
increased the pace, driving into her snatch as hard as he could
on each stroke. A drop of pre-come escaped from his cock, and he
determined to make his partner come before he did. He could feel
her vagina constricting around his cock, and knew that her orgasm
could not be far away. Gathering her legs over his shoulders as
he had done with Michele the night before, he pulled himself
forward so that her thighs were pressed against her breasts on
each stroke and he could drive into her until he felt his cock
bumping into her cervix. Captain X lost control as she felt him
press against her cervix, and started to buck and moan
spasmodically as her orgasm took her over. Her nails raked deep
scores in Rick's back as she screamed and shook with the
intensity of her orgasm. Her vagina contracted so forcefully
that he felt like he was in the grip of a hot wet vise, and the
resulting pleasure pushed him suddenly over the edge. He came
into her so forcefully that she felt a blaze of heat inside as
she was rammed up against the wall behind Michele's bed. Rick
pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen deep into her snatch. He
groaned in almost unbearable pleasure as his nuts released their
load into her. She was lost in ecstasy, head thrashing as she
gasped and shook with pleasure. It seemed like neither of them
would ever stop coming. Then suddenly it was over and they were
panting and gasping, looking into each others eyes in exhausted
delight.
A sound from the end of the bed brought them both back to
reality. Michele was on her knees at the end of the bed, her
fingers excitedly rubbing her clitoris while she pushed a
vibrator into her dripping wet vagina. While they watched
Michele gasped and threw her head back, then went rigid as every
muscle locked in orgasmic pleasure. Rick felt himself hardening
again at the sight and sound of the beautiful blonde girl
bringing herself off. Moving down to lay next to Captain X, who
was still breathing heavily, he beckoned to Michele to join him.
Captain X got up on one elbow to watch as Michele slowly got to
her feet and walked unsteadily to where Rick lay slowly rubbing
his cock as it grew harder. Michele's firm breasts jutted from
her chest, the nipples hard from the hormones that were coursing
through her lithe body. A clear trickle of vaginal lubricant
escaped from her wet matted pubic hair and ran slowly down one
leg. Michele pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it
aside. Her breasts sprang forward and they could see the firm
nipples surrounded by the dark aureole.
"Why don't you fuck her? I want to watch you fuck her
brains out! Make her come!", Captain X breathed excitedly.
Michele moaned with excitement at the thought of being watched by
another woman while Rick fucked her. She climbed on top of Rick
and slowly sank down onto his cock. She was so wet that he slid
in to the hilt effortlessly. Her eyes widened and she gasped as
his penis stretched her open and slid deliciously over her erect
clitoris. Leaning forward to kiss him deeply, she began to
rhythmically contract her vagina around him as she slowly rocked
from side to side. Rick kissed her hard and met her rhythm,
thrusting his hips forward to meet her, feeling his penis bump
into her at the end of each thrust. Rick became aware that
Captain X was carefully positioning herself above him with the
obvious intent of being eaten out. He grabbed her hips and
brought her down to his mouth, her back to the headboard, her
firm breasts facing Michele's. Captain X moaned and shuddered as
Rick expertly went to work on her labia, clitoris and vagina.
Michele moved forward to get the deepest possible penetration of
Rick's penis inside her, then leaned forward to kiss Captain X
passionately on the mouth.
Captain X came first. A loud groan escaped her as Michele
thrust her wet tongue deeply into her mouth, their lips locked
together. She shook and shuddered violently and ground her pussy
down onto Rick's mouth. Rick gasped for breath as Captain X
pressed her cunt over him and gushed a sudden flood of lubricant
over his face. The sight of the orgasming woman just above him
was more than he could stand and suddenly he was pumping his seed
into Michele's tight slit as she rocked rapidly and grabbed him
rhythmically with her vagina. He was still emptying himself deep
inside her when her vagina began to widen out internally and she
pushed herself as far down his cock as she could. Her cunt
grabbed him like a hot vise, and he could hear her muffled
screams as she came and came.
Rick sighed and lay back in the center of Michele's king
size bed, Michele on one side and Captain X on the other. Both
women were making contented noises and snuggling on either side
of him. He reached over and pulled the comforter from where they
had kicked it to the floor so that it covered them all. Rick was
almost asleep when he felt Michele reach over and play with his
cock, urging it to get hard. At the same time, he felt Captain X
blow in his ear and start to nibble it wetly, and her hand
stroked his chest. Michele was sliding her body over his,
feeling with her cunt for his rapidly stiffening penis. He
groaned as he felt it slide again into her hot slippery wetness.
With a sigh, he realized that none of them were going to get much
sleep that night.
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