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woman.”
“Funny, sitting here. Not many women get this privilege. So, what are you doing when you get off work? Are you hiding a bottle of champagne in your flight bag?”
“We weren’t thinking of when, as much as now.” Anthony flicked some buttons above his head and then slid his seat back.
“God, I’ve only interfered once with someone while working. In fact all the dim lights had me thinking of it––”
“Oh you won’t be interfering,” said Henri. He took a small clip-board, scribbled something on it and then he too slid his seat back.
“Sex with husbands at work, doesn’t count.” Anthony waved his finger as if to scold Gillian.
“No, it was a much longer time ago.”
“You’ll have to give us details.” Henri reached out and pushed a stray hair from Gillian’s neck.
“Yes details.” Anthony turned and touched Gillian’s knee.
“Who’s flying this thing anyway?”
“No one for a while.”
“Do you two work as a team?”
“Rarely, but seeing you in the lounge, we started talking and one thing led to another. We had our own little fantasy, compared notes on what it is we love about women and what we love to do, and decided to act on it. This may very well be a first for us.”
“A first for me too.”
“You aren’t a member of the mile high club?”
“No. I’ve tried, desired, yearned, but it just hasn’t happened. And now there isn’t even a lounge to flirt in. I may have to change carriers.”
Anthony slid his fingers along the inside of Gillian’s thigh. She exhaled, a final release. Not able to believe that it was actually going to happen. That a man would touch her like Spokes had so many years ago, and Edgar before that, much too long ago. She thought about her resolve, and responded guiltlessly, feeling herself suddenly energized by the prospect of something physical and maybe even sexual. What had it said on that card the old woman gave her? Mesmerize? Perhaps she still could. “Are all pilots so damn cute? I mean, is that a prerequisite? Look at the two of you. Anthony, you’d look great on a motorcycle with that profile. And Henri, can we talk Chevalier?” Gillian didn’t mention the difference in height between her and the two men. But it was making her feel a bit goddess-like, the idea that two medium height men had their hands on her. But what struck her more was that they wanted nothing more from her than sex. They didn’t want to play power trips, negotiate any terms, they just wanted her and what they saw through the windshield in the first-class lounge.
“Now tell us about the lucky guy you distracted at work.”
“Oh it wasn’t my work––God knows they’re fucking like bunnies there––just his. I was thinking of it because of all the little lights in here. It reminded me of a hospital visit.”
“Hospital sex? You bad girl.” The pilot’s touch became more intense.
“I’d broken my leg. Nothing complicated. I’d been skiing in upstate New York. He was an intern. We necked a bit and then on one of his shifts he came into my room. I mean it wasn’t easy; I was wearing a hip cast.”
“On these long legs? How unfortunate.” Anthony got down on his knees, held Gillian’s knees close to his chest, unstrapped her shoes, tickled the tops of her feet, and then ran his hands gently from Gillian’s calves up the back of her knees to her thighs.
“Yes, well, it healed and there is only a small scar.”
Henri was now at Gillian’s neck, lightly kissing just below her ear.
Anthony continued, “tell us more.”
“I um, oh, he, well, he was––”
“What did he look like? Anthony asked. “Lots of details.”
“He was hairy.”
“Sexy?”
“Yes. Big lips. Good kisser.”
“Big cock? Did he have a big cock?”
“Yes, beautiful and big. I didn’t realize how big until I reached inside his scrubs and it was just waiting to be, you know, used. I swear it was almost too heavy to––
“Did he fuck you? Could you
“Funny, sitting here. Not many women get this privilege. So, what are you doing when you get off work? Are you hiding a bottle of champagne in your flight bag?”
“We weren’t thinking of when, as much as now.” Anthony flicked some buttons above his head and then slid his seat back.
“God, I’ve only interfered once with someone while working. In fact all the dim lights had me thinking of it––”
“Oh you won’t be interfering,” said Henri. He took a small clip-board, scribbled something on it and then he too slid his seat back.
“Sex with husbands at work, doesn’t count.” Anthony waved his finger as if to scold Gillian.
“No, it was a much longer time ago.”
“You’ll have to give us details.” Henri reached out and pushed a stray hair from Gillian’s neck.
“Yes details.” Anthony turned and touched Gillian’s knee.
“Who’s flying this thing anyway?”
“No one for a while.”
“Do you two work as a team?”
“Rarely, but seeing you in the lounge, we started talking and one thing led to another. We had our own little fantasy, compared notes on what it is we love about women and what we love to do, and decided to act on it. This may very well be a first for us.”
“A first for me too.”
“You aren’t a member of the mile high club?”
“No. I’ve tried, desired, yearned, but it just hasn’t happened. And now there isn’t even a lounge to flirt in. I may have to change carriers.”
Anthony slid his fingers along the inside of Gillian’s thigh. She exhaled, a final release. Not able to believe that it was actually going to happen. That a man would touch her like Spokes had so many years ago, and Edgar before that, much too long ago. She thought about her resolve, and responded guiltlessly, feeling herself suddenly energized by the prospect of something physical and maybe even sexual. What had it said on that card the old woman gave her? Mesmerize? Perhaps she still could. “Are all pilots so damn cute? I mean, is that a prerequisite? Look at the two of you. Anthony, you’d look great on a motorcycle with that profile. And Henri, can we talk Chevalier?” Gillian didn’t mention the difference in height between her and the two men. But it was making her feel a bit goddess-like, the idea that two medium height men had their hands on her. But what struck her more was that they wanted nothing more from her than sex. They didn’t want to play power trips, negotiate any terms, they just wanted her and what they saw through the windshield in the first-class lounge.
“Now tell us about the lucky guy you distracted at work.”
“Oh it wasn’t my work––God knows they’re fucking like bunnies there––just his. I was thinking of it because of all the little lights in here. It reminded me of a hospital visit.”
“Hospital sex? You bad girl.” The pilot’s touch became more intense.
“I’d broken my leg. Nothing complicated. I’d been skiing in upstate New York. He was an intern. We necked a bit and then on one of his shifts he came into my room. I mean it wasn’t easy; I was wearing a hip cast.”
“On these long legs? How unfortunate.” Anthony got down on his knees, held Gillian’s knees close to his chest, unstrapped her shoes, tickled the tops of her feet, and then ran his hands gently from Gillian’s calves up the back of her knees to her thighs.
“Yes, well, it healed and there is only a small scar.”
Henri was now at Gillian’s neck, lightly kissing just below her ear.
Anthony continued, “tell us more.”
“I um, oh, he, well, he was––”
“What did he look like? Anthony asked. “Lots of details.”
“He was hairy.”
“Sexy?”
“Yes. Big lips. Good kisser.”
“Big cock? Did he have a big cock?”
“Yes, beautiful and big. I didn’t realize how big until I reached inside his scrubs and it was just waiting to be, you know, used. I swear it was almost too heavy to––
“Did he fuck you? Could you
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