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Joel had taken her temperature, her pulse, holding her wrist with his soft intern hands, tickling the underside of her wrist and then her palm. “That’s nice,” she said.
“It is, isn’t it. You have great hands. Soft.”
“Yours absolutely turn me on if you don’t mind my saying so.” Gillian traced her fingers along his.
“Turn you on?”
“Sure. There’s a kind of masculine energy. You know. I can’t help it. I’m sure you have yet to get an accurate reading of my pulse, since it must skyrocket every time you come in the room.”
“It skyrockets? Why?”
“You tell me.”
“Do you mind if I listen to your heart with my stethoscope, in that case, since I’m not getting an accurate reading from your wrist?”
“Can I open my shirt?”
“No, I will. This is a very sensitive stethoscope; it has to be next to the skin.”
“I see. Then I better let you undo my shirt.”
Joel undid one of her buttons and then slid his warm hand inside Gillian’s shirt and let his fingers softly touch her breast.
“Is my heart under there?”
“I’ll check.”
“You’re hands are warm. How is the stethoscope?”
“I’ll try to heat it up.” All the while Joel cupped more of Gillian’s breast in his hand, until Gillian closed her eyes to soak in the pleasure. All was silent while Joel slowly and gently, let his fingers explore her smooth soft breast. He whispered, “How’s that?”
“Mmmm. I think my heartbeat is slowing. But now yours seems to be racing.”
“Do you mind if I put the do not disturb sign on the door. It is my break.”
“Go ahead.”
Joel locked the door, dimmed the lights and drew a curtain around the bed. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been dying to kiss you since you were admitted. In fact I’ve had to jerk off during several of my breaks to restrain myself.”
“You better kiss me. I think that’s where we should start, you know, just to get to know each other. I need to know how you kiss. I need––”
But Joel had interrupted with his full lips on Gillian’s and immediately the two were exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Joel kept his hand on Gillian’s breast, pushing lightly now, the nipple beneath the palm of his hand. Gillian felt all of the stress of the past few days––the shock of the accident, the fact that she was among strangers, her mother’s own need to be comforted from her worry––all of it seemed to vanish and tears came to the corners of Gillian’s eyes. Joel gently pulled his mouth away. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. I can’t tell you how much I needed this. This damn cast has really got me down. God! That feels way better than the painkillers they’ve been giving me.”
Gillian realized how she had relied on that memory of Joel many times over the years, especially when she was alone and left to her own devices. She looked around the cockpit and wondered what these two had up their sleeves to entertain her. “I’m Gillian, by the way.”
“Oh we figured that out from the passenger manifest,” said the co-pilot. “I’m Anthony and this is Captain Henri Bressard.”
“A Frenchman?”
“Yes, they let me in,” said Henri, with the hint of an accent.
“Nice to meet the two of you. Thanks for asking me up. I seem to have lost my husband.”
“Husband? Well he can’t go far.”
“Don’t worry, he won’t be looking for me.”
“I’m sorry, we thought you were traveling alone. We saw you in the lounge.”
“––I suppose I am. I suppose I have been for a long time. Just not willing to admit it.”
“So you’ll forgive us?”
“Nothing to forgive. I sort of made a pact with myself, quite recently, in fact.”
“A pact?”
“Well I sort of saw my life flashing before my eyes in the lounge you know. I mean it has been a while since––”
“But you are in your prime,” Henri said.
“Yes. Most likely what you are thinking. I can no longer be a good girl.”
“You’re a
Joel had taken her temperature, her pulse, holding her wrist with his soft intern hands, tickling the underside of her wrist and then her palm. “That’s nice,” she said.
“It is, isn’t it. You have great hands. Soft.”
“Yours absolutely turn me on if you don’t mind my saying so.” Gillian traced her fingers along his.
“Turn you on?”
“Sure. There’s a kind of masculine energy. You know. I can’t help it. I’m sure you have yet to get an accurate reading of my pulse, since it must skyrocket every time you come in the room.”
“It skyrockets? Why?”
“You tell me.”
“Do you mind if I listen to your heart with my stethoscope, in that case, since I’m not getting an accurate reading from your wrist?”
“Can I open my shirt?”
“No, I will. This is a very sensitive stethoscope; it has to be next to the skin.”
“I see. Then I better let you undo my shirt.”
Joel undid one of her buttons and then slid his warm hand inside Gillian’s shirt and let his fingers softly touch her breast.
“Is my heart under there?”
“I’ll check.”
“You’re hands are warm. How is the stethoscope?”
“I’ll try to heat it up.” All the while Joel cupped more of Gillian’s breast in his hand, until Gillian closed her eyes to soak in the pleasure. All was silent while Joel slowly and gently, let his fingers explore her smooth soft breast. He whispered, “How’s that?”
“Mmmm. I think my heartbeat is slowing. But now yours seems to be racing.”
“Do you mind if I put the do not disturb sign on the door. It is my break.”
“Go ahead.”
Joel locked the door, dimmed the lights and drew a curtain around the bed. “Can I kiss you? I’ve been dying to kiss you since you were admitted. In fact I’ve had to jerk off during several of my breaks to restrain myself.”
“You better kiss me. I think that’s where we should start, you know, just to get to know each other. I need to know how you kiss. I need––”
But Joel had interrupted with his full lips on Gillian’s and immediately the two were exploring each other’s mouths with their tongues. Joel kept his hand on Gillian’s breast, pushing lightly now, the nipple beneath the palm of his hand. Gillian felt all of the stress of the past few days––the shock of the accident, the fact that she was among strangers, her mother’s own need to be comforted from her worry––all of it seemed to vanish and tears came to the corners of Gillian’s eyes. Joel gently pulled his mouth away. “Are you okay?”
“More than okay. I can’t tell you how much I needed this. This damn cast has really got me down. God! That feels way better than the painkillers they’ve been giving me.”
Gillian realized how she had relied on that memory of Joel many times over the years, especially when she was alone and left to her own devices. She looked around the cockpit and wondered what these two had up their sleeves to entertain her. “I’m Gillian, by the way.”
“Oh we figured that out from the passenger manifest,” said the co-pilot. “I’m Anthony and this is Captain Henri Bressard.”
“A Frenchman?”
“Yes, they let me in,” said Henri, with the hint of an accent.
“Nice to meet the two of you. Thanks for asking me up. I seem to have lost my husband.”
“Husband? Well he can’t go far.”
“Don’t worry, he won’t be looking for me.”
“I’m sorry, we thought you were traveling alone. We saw you in the lounge.”
“––I suppose I am. I suppose I have been for a long time. Just not willing to admit it.”
“So you’ll forgive us?”
“Nothing to forgive. I sort of made a pact with myself, quite recently, in fact.”
“A pact?”
“Well I sort of saw my life flashing before my eyes in the lounge you know. I mean it has been a while since––”
“But you are in your prime,” Henri said.
“Yes. Most likely what you are thinking. I can no longer be a good girl.”
“You’re a
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