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She was the Captain

By: DAB32697



Rick boarded the first leg of his flight back to Houston, Texas at a quarter to five in the evening on Monday, the day after the Indianapolis 500. The Indianapolis International Airport was swarming with exuberant Indy 500 fans from all over the world preparing for their journey home. It was easy to spot race fans, for most were now donning 500 T-shirts, hats and various other articles of clothing or accessory souvenirs they had purchased at the Speedway the day before. Rick took his seat in the emergency exit row of the Boeing 737-700 series aircraft, directly over the starboard wing. Standing nearly six foot four inches tall with a toned, muscular frame of nearly two hundred and thirty pounds, Rick was a formidable man and was immensely grateful for the extra leg room that the emergency exit row seat by the window afforded him. Unlike previous years, the seat beside him was not occupied by his wife, or rather now, his ex-wife, Wendy. Rick and Wendy had spent six very turbulent years together in marital hell. Though Rick loved Wendy deeply; probably much more than she loved him, he could no longer endure Wendy's emotional distance and unavailability. Their sex life, if you could even call it that had become extremely stale and passionless and Wendy was virtually incapable of intimacy. Finally by last July, Rick no longer had the emotional stamina to continue enduring their miserable existence any further. So, for the first time in his life, Rick had come to the "Greatest Spectacle in Racing" by himself; and even though he had been surrounded by nearly five hundred thousand people on race day, he still felt utterly alone. 

Rick's flight took off from Indianapolis exactly on-time at five-fifteen pm Eastern Time bound for Nashville. Rick would have about a two and a half hour lay over at the Nashville Airport before his connecting flight to Houston Hobby Airport departed at five after eight. The flying time from Indianapolis to Nashville was about an hour and ten minutes, but this evening, it seemed agonizingly longer due to the individual that faith had selected to seat next to Rick. When she first sat down, Rick had high hopes of a very pleasant flight, for the young lady was gorgeous. But, no sooner did Rick smile and say hello to her, did he get a face full of breath that reeked of vodka. Even though Rick had not had a drink of alcohol in nearly twelve years, he had no difficultly in associating with people, particularly women who still partook of the grapes; especially if she was this attractive. But this young lady's attractiveness fled the moment she opened her mouth, and then never shut it the entire duration of the flight. After the tenth or so time of explaining why the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was known as the Old Brickyard, was because the entire race track itself had once been made completely of bricks, Rick would have much preferred opening the emergency exit door at thirty-eight thousand feet and stepping out on the wing for a breath of no air than continue to talk to her. The landing gear brushed the Nashville tarmac at five-twenty pm central time and thanks to the grace of too much Smirnoff vodka, Rick's polluted seating companion had fallen silent in a passed out slumber. Once the aircraft came to a stop at the gate, Rick picked up his carry-on, squeezed past Sleeping Beauty in the middle seat and deplaned.

As Rick strode out of the jet way and into the airport terminal, he observed the large body of people already lining up to board the continuation of the flight he was leaving. He pitied the poor soul who would be taking over his seat. Continuing out of the boarding area and into the main corridor of the concourse, Rick checked the flight arrival and departure monitors to find out where his connecting flight would be gated. Being that departure time was still well over two hours away, he soon discovered that his flight wasn't even posted yet. Checking his watch, Rick's focus immediately turned to finding the location of the nearest restroom. Heading up the concourse with his carry-on bag slung over his shoulder, Rick's eyes surveyed the hoards of bustling holiday weekend travelers moving up and down the concourse. As a bartender by profession, Rick loved watching people and had a keen ear for honing in and eavesdropping on discussions from a distance. With a sudden break in the flow of human traffic along the concourse, Rick spotted the men's room about fifty feet ahead and to the left. 

As his eyes returned front and center, Rick found himself directly in the on coming path of a woman in a pilot's uniform; their eyes met as they approached each other. She was half Rick's height at the least, probably around five foot six possibly seven; her hair was dark brown, long and wavy as it draped down to just above the tops of her shoulder blades. Her face was narrow with high cheek bones, an adorable button nose and her eyes were a crystal clear shade of sky blue. Her skin was a very faint shade of egg shell pink, smooth and creamy. Her neck was long, lean and sleek; accentuated by the navy blue crossover tie around it. Her arms too were long and lean, appearing like beautiful willow branches draping down out of her short sleeve uniform shirt. Her hands were a touch on the boney side, but a loose fitting golden watch beautified her slender wrist and the fire red fingernails on the tips of her long fingers made her hands appear sinfully sexy. She wasn't a hard body by any means, but it was wonderfully proportional to her height and weight and the navy blue slacks of her uniform made her overall figure appear deliciously voluptuous. Her breasts appeared, at least to Rick's eye, to be a perfectly scrumptious pair of C-cups under her bright white uniform shirt, and the navy blue patch on each of her shoulders proudly showed off the four white rank bars of a Captain.

Rick's eyes remained locked on this woman, almost captivated by her; and unless he was kidding himself, she seemed equally captured by him too. As they drew nearer to each other, she altered her course just slightly out of Rick's direct path, pulling her bags and catalog case behind her, but never once taking her eyes off him. Her pouting lips, covered in a dark crimson lipstick opened and she beamed a pristine white and sparkling smile at Rick.

"Good evening." She said in a soft and sensual voice. "Been to the race, I see." 

"Yeah. How'd you know? Rick asked.

"Your T-shirt." She said, almost giggling.

"Oh. Yeah." Rick said.

Rick stopped suddenly in the middle of the concourse and looked down at his T-shirt. He hadn't bought an Indy 500 T-shirt since he was a kid, but this years' was of a design that he just couldn't pass up. As the verbal exchange passed between them, neither Rick nor the lovely lady pilot had stopped moving until her comment about his being at the race grounded him to a surprised halt. At that instant, Rick caught a heavenly fragrance of sweet peach and vanilla off of her as she passed by. He quickly looked behind him to see the lovely lady pilot continuing on down the concourse. He had only a split second to check out the backside of her body before he realized that she was glancing back over her shoulder at him. Their eyes met one more time and the lovely lady pilot turned her head quickly away. Rick could have sworn that he saw her blush. Turning away from her and looking forward again, Rick shook his head and ran a hand through his thick sandy blonde hair. Exhaling deeply, he continued on to the men's room, all the while, images of that captivating lady captain dancing in his mind; not to mention the delightful smell of her to go with them. Stepping up to the urinal and unbuttoning his Levi 501 blue jeans, Rick was suddenly surprised to find his cock was rock hard.

Holding his nearly seven and a half inch rod in his hand, Rick closed his eyes and focused on mental images of his previous flights' seat companion as she vomited in the air sickness bag. He remembered the awful stench that filled the air, as well as the gagging and phlegm-filled coughing and he could feel himself begin to limp. But suddenly, the lovely lady pilot again appeared in his mind as her delicious scent of sweet peach and vanilla filled his nose, and his cock was immediately blue steel again. Really having to pee, Rick glanced cautiously to his right and caught a glimpse of a morbidly obese man in a cowboy hat with a beet red face, sunglasses, breathing heavily and his clothing all being two sizes too small for his immense body, reeking of cigar smoke and beer. The man belched, farted and then spit a disgusting wad of chew into the urinal before him. Rick's cock instantly fell limp and the urine flowed freely and warmly. Once business was taken care of, Rick washed his hands, ran a brush through his hair, slung the strap of his carry-on over his shoulder and headed out of the men's room. With his mind returning once more to the lovely lady pilot, Rick came out of the men's room and spun quick to his left. Instantly, the sweet aroma of sweet peach and vanilla flooded his nostrils and in a blurry whirlwind of activity, his arms reflexively went up and his hands where suddenly filled with the softness of a woman's arms. 

Getting his bearings now, Rick found his hands firmly wrapped around the triceps of the lovely lady pilot. He had instinctively thrown his arms up as the fast moving blur of a person materialized out of nowhere directly in front of him as he exited the men's room. Exhaling deeply, Rick's eyes once again met the crystal clear sky blue eyes of the lovely lady pilot.

"Oh my God." She said. "I am so sorry."

"No, it was my fault." Rick chuckled. "My mind was a million miles away. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She said. "You?"

"Never better." Rick replied.

Rick was again captivated deeply by her eyes and just couldn't break free of them.

"Good." She said. "Then can I have my arms back?"

It took a few more milliseconds, but her request finally filtered into his mind and Rick suddenly realized that his hands where still holding her arms.

"Oh!" Rick blurted. "I'm sorry."

Rick released her and took a step back, repositioning the strap of his carry-on bag on his shoulder.

"Not a problem." She said as she smiled. "Not a problem at all."

The lovely lady pilot took hold of her wheeled flight case and luggage then proceeded on toward the ladies room just ahead. Rick's head swiveled around and followed her with his eyes running slowly up and down her body. As she rounded the entrance into the ladies room, her head turned back toward him and their eyes met once again. Rick felt his face flush, but he smiled none the less. As she disappeared around the corner, she smiled too. Rick continued on down the concourse and his mind churned wildly with questions: Hadn't she been going in the opposite direction? Wasn't there another ladies room in the direction she was going? Did she intentionally come back this way, hoping to find me? As that last question passed through his mind, Rick felt his cock stiffen and he couldn't help but smirk as his heart thumped with excitement. He had caught her eye as much as she had caught his. Apparently even more so.

Rick re-checked the flight departure monitor and saw that his connecting flight to Houston; number 2351 was now listed, still on-time and departing out of Gate C-23. With still plenty of time to kill, Rick strolled casually down the concourse until he reached Gate 23, then turned on his heal and began strolling back up the concourse just to people watch. Rick then caught the enticing aroma of food being cooked and saw that he was passing the food court. Having not eaten since early that morning, and having been so intrigued by the lovely lady pilot, Rick had forgotten how hungry he was until just now. Rick quickly scanned the court, found what appealed to him and entered the five person deep line to order. When it came down to just two people left to order before him, Rick suddenly caught another enticing and all too familiar aroma: Sweet peach and vanilla. Rick felt his stomach fill with excited butterflies and his heartbeat accelerate like the field of Indy cars going from yellow back to green. 

"So, who won the race this year?" The lovely lady pilot asked.

Rick turned slowly to find her standing directly behind him in the line with her hand resting on the raised handle of her flight case and luggage.

"Okay, are you stalking me or what?" Rick asked sarcastically.

They both laughed then Rick extended his hand.

"I'm Rick."

"Lisa."

They shook hands and Rick's much larger hand almost completely encased hers. Her skin was incredibly soft but her grip was firm. 

"No, I'm not stalking you." Lisa said.

"Damn!" Rick replied.

They both laughed again as they slowly let go of each other's hand.

"So, you heading back home?" Lisa asked.

"Yep."

"And where pray-tell might that be?" Lisa queried.

"Houston." Rick replied.

"You're kidding?" Lisa said. "You by chance gonna be on Flight 2351?"

"As a matter of fact, yes." Rick said.

"Me too." Lisa said with an almost seductive smile.

"As the Captain?" Rick asked.

"Yeah, that's what they pay me for." Lisa said.

"Well then I guess you leave me no choice but to buy you dinner." Rick said.

"Oh, I couldn't let you do that." Lisa replied.

"How you gonna stop me?" Rick asked.

"I could just walk away." Lisa snapped.

"And just where would you go? I mean it's true you're gonna be driving tonight, but do you have a plane to drive right now?" Rick whipped.

"That's pretty good." Lisa smiled.

"Can I help you, sir?" A broken English voice bellowed from behind the counter.

"Madam." Rick said as he motioned Lisa in front of him.

Rick paid for both his and Lisa's order and then carried the two trays to an empty table by the window in the seating area. Lisa carried his carry-on bag on top of her flight case and luggage. Rick and Lisa engaged in very enjoyable conversation for nearly the next hour and a half. Captain Lisa Chaszar was forty-four years old; ten years older than Rick and had been flying since she was twelve. She had been with the airline for seventeen years, was divorced and the mother of an eleven year old son who spent most of his time with his father. And what Rick had feared would be a tedious and agonizingly long layover, turned out to be the most enjoyable time of his life. He couldn't remember a time when he had so enjoyed spending time with a woman like Lisa. He had never met a woman like Lisa! And his time with her went by far too fast, for Lisa was soon leaving the table and heading off to the pilots briefing room as departure time was approaching. They shook hands once again and Rick felt an incredible spark. Lisa winked at him as she took hold of the handle on her flight case and left. Did she feel it too? Rick felt a flush of warmth and a chill of thrill pass through his body as his heart again thumped.

Rick stepped aboard flight 2351 to Houston and glanced quickly into the cockpit. Lisa was sitting in the left hand seat, flipping a few switches on the instrument panel and looking over some computer printouts. The First Officer sitting beside her was a fairly handsome young man, and for a split second, Rick felt a slight surge of jealousy. Rick immediately shook it off, continued down the aisle and again took the window seat in the emergency exit row over the starboard wing of the Boeing 737. As he slid his carry-on bag under the seat in front of him and stretched out, Lisa's soft and sensual voice came over the P.A. system, welcoming everyone aboard. Rick had also noticed that the three flight attendants on board had been eyeing him with sly smiles. He wondered if perhaps Lisa had been talking and informed them who he was. Surely not. Must be his charged up ego playing tricks on him. 

Within a few minutes, the aircraft was backing away from the gate and the engines where roaring to life. With nobody in the seat directly beside him, Rick raised the arm between the seats and spread himself out. He leaned his head back, slid down slightly in the seat, stretched out his legs and shut his eyes. He heard the mechanical gears whirring as the wing flaps lowered into takeoff position. The engines were suddenly gunned and the 737 began lumbering forward. A few moments later, Rick felt the g-forces pushing him deeper into his seat as the plane raced down the runway. The aircraft lifted smoothly into the air, the landing gear thumped up and away below his feet and the last thing Rick sensed was the plane banking to the right.

Rick awoke with a start as the landing gear brushed the Houston Hobby tarmac. Glancing out the window, the engines were roaring at full power as the reverse thrusters slowed the speeding aircraft down to a taxiing crawl. Rubbing his sleep filled eyes, Rick then checked his watch: It was a quarter to ten; he'd slept soundly through the entire two hour flight. But it wasn't a two hour flight. They were arriving almost twenty minutes early. The aircraft taxied up to the gate, the fasten seatbelt sign dinged as it shut off and the engines fell quiet. It was a slow procession as the passengers in front of him deplaned and Rick was anxiously awaiting his chance to see Lisa at the flight deck door; but when he arrived, she was nowhere to be found. Stepping off the aircraft and into the jet way, he saw no sign of her. Rick's heart sank and he sighed deeply with disappointment. He proceeded up the jet way and into the terminal, which was virtually deserted at this time of the night. Again, there was no sign of Lisa anywhere. Rick proceeded to the nearest men's room to respond to yet another call of nature, and this time, he had no trouble in answering her immediately. He buttoned up his jeans, washed his hands, picked up his bag and headed back out onto the terminal concourse. As he rounded the restroom exit wall, Rick's nostrils filled suddenly with the hypnotic scent of sweet peach and vanilla. Rick stopped dead in his tracks with his heart skipping two beats and his stomach leaping into his throat; Lisa was once again standing directly in front of him.

"So, do you live around here?" Lisa asked with a smile.

"Where'd you go?" Rick asked. "You just kind of disappeared."

"Women have to pee too, you know." She replied and they both chuckled.

Rick and Lisa walked together down the concourse. Rick pulled Lisa's flight case and luggage as she removed the rank insignia from her shoulders. They passed the security checkpoints, rode down the escalators to baggage claim and then out the automatic doors into the warm and muggy Houston night. The smell of exhaust fumes and fresh cigarette smoke hung heavy in the air as they crossed the sidewalk toward the parking garage. Rental car buses, taxis, limos and private cars crawled past the curbside pick up areas.

"So, where'd you park?" Lisa asked.

"Right over there in the garage." Rick replied.

"Cool. Let's go." Lisa said almost blatantly.

"Oh! Did you need a ride home?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." Lisa said. "Be kind of hard for us to have sex if you're at your house and I'm at mine."

Rick's eyes bulged so wide that the eyeballs might easily have fallen out of the sockets. His stomach filled with what felt like a swarm of killer bees, his heart raced and all the air evacuated his lungs with the speed and force of a sudden cabin decompression.

"Did you just say what I think you did?" Rick finally managed to stammer.

"What? About having sex? Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?" Lisa replied.

Rick couldn't bring himself to speak, but managed to shake his head in the negative.

"Look, I realize I'm being a little forward." Lisa said. 

"Nah!" Rick said.

"But like I told you earlier." Lisa continued. "I'm forty-four years old, I'm divorced, and I'm an airline pilot. So, if there's one thing I don't do its play games. If I see something, or somebody I want, I go for it. Life's too short to fuck around with all the dumb shit!"


She was the Captain



"You ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" Rick asked.

Twenty minutes later, Rick was cruising up Interstate 45 toward downtown Houston on his suede blue pearl 2007 FLHRS Road King Custom Harley Davidson. Lisa was snuggled up behind him with her arms wrapped tightly around his lean and muscled torso; gently caressing his chest and stomach. As they rode through the humid night air, Rick reveled in the feeling of Lisa's breasts squashed against his back. Lisa shut her eyes as she held tightly to this handsome young man. With her heart pounding, Lisa ran the scenario of what she was about to do over and over in her mind. In her entire life, she had never just decided to go to bed with a man only a mere few hours after first laying eyes on him; let alone proclaimed it aloud. She had no idea who this man really was, but something deep down in her soul told her that he was special. That there was a genuine goodness about him and that he was a true gentleman. As the fingers on her left hand gently massaged his solid peck muscle and her right, his flat abdomen, Lisa rested her head on the back of his shoulder. Her stomach had been somersaulting ever since she had pushed the throttles forward on the takeoff roll in Nashville; the moment she decided to do this. Now her stomach was calm and she felt a comforting rush of warmth all through her body. Lisa suddenly felt a large and powerful hand place itself on top of her own on Rick's abdomen and squeezed ever so comfortingly. Lisa kissed the back of Rick's shoulder as her grip around him tightened; this was right. Perhaps even more right than she knew.

With his riding gloves still on his hands, Rick pushed open the door to his studio apartment and motioned for Lisa to enter ahead of him. With his own bag slung over his shoulder, Rick carried Lisa's flight case and luggage in his other hand. Watching him carry her heavy gear without using the rollers and seeing the muscles in his arm bulge under its weight had excited Lisa greatly. She felt her whole body flash with a fiery heat and felt her vagina begin to tingle as it flushed warm fluid into the soft fabric of her panties. Rick's eyes caressed the dark outline of Lisa's delicious figure as she walked just ahead of him into the dimly lit foyer of his apartment. Rick's heart was racing and he too, felt a fiery heat coursing through his veins; his hardening cock was now pressing hard against the denim of his jeans. Kicking the door shut with his leg, Lisa spun around as it slammed. Rick dropped Lisa's bag and let his own slide off his shoulder. Lisa's eyes were full of fire as they traced up and down his powerful masculine frame. With quick and deliberate motions and his eyes never coming off of Lisa, Rick ripped the Velcro straps of his riding gloves loose and jerked them both off. Lisa's heart was pounding uncontrollably with desire as her chest was rising and falling rapidly with insatiable anticipation. 

The gloves fell to the floor and Rick instantly held Lisa's soft and delicate face in his hands. Looking deep into her crystal clear sky blue eyes and breathing in her immaculate scent of sweet peach and vanilla, Rick lowered his lips to hers, shut his eyes and a tremendous surge of energy erupted as their lips came together. Her lips were luscious beyond imagination and he could feel her body quivering as he slid his powerful arms around her slender torso, pulling her snuggly up against him; her breasts pressing up against his solid pecks. Lisa's mouth opened and Rick's tongue slid gently in; her hands wrapped around his head, her fingers coursed through his thick hair as her soft and warm tongue slid to the side of Rick's and went into his mouth. As their kiss grew deeper and deeper, Rick slid his powerful hands down Lisa's back, over her ass and grabbed the backs of her thighs; lifting her off the floor and her legs reflexively wrapped themselves around his body. Still locked in the passion of their kiss, Rick returned his embrace firmly around her torso and carried her into his bedroom. 

Laying Lisa's body gently down on his soft mattress padding, Rick gently caressed her forehead as he looked deep into her starlit eyes. He could feel her body heat as she lay beneath him; gently caressing his cheek and lips with her soft fingers. Rick kissed her fingers as they passed over his lips then began to suck on her neck. Lisa rolled her head to the side and her eyes reeled in their sockets. Her breathing was heavy and her heart pounded; then they were kissing deeply again. Rick's body temperature was rising rapidly, his cock was rock hard and throbbing as it rubbed the inside of his jeans; he could already feel the sweat beading beneath his hairline. Lisa's hands went down his back and he suddenly felt her fingernails dig slightly into his bare skin just above his belt line. Lisa gently grazed her fingernails along the skin of his back as she pulled his T-shirt up. Rick raised himself up and Lisa pulled his shirt off over his head; then ran her hands and fingers back up his arms, around his shoulders and down through a thick carpet of hair on his muscled chest. Lisa's sleek hands ran slowly down the front of Rick's toned body until they found the rock hard bulge pressing up through the denim of his jeans. Lisa inhaled a deep, hissing breath. Rick undid Lisa's crossover tie, grabbed it in his teeth and yanked it off. Lisa rubbed and massaged the throbbing head of his rock hard cock through his jeans as Rick unbuttoned her shirt.

Then in a flurry of sudden movement, Rick found himself lying on his back on the mattress with Lisa straddling him from the top; rubbing herself down and firm on Rick's throbbing cock. With her shirt hanging open, Lisa let it slide down her arms and off while Rick ran his hands slowly up the sides of her now bare torso toward her beautiful breasts, still cupped in a white lace bra. Lisa's skin was immaculately smooth and incredibly soft. Rick wrapped his hands around her sponge-cake like breasts as Lisa unsnapped her bra from behind and Rick pulled it slowly down her arms and off. Lisa's nipples were as big around as silver dollars, succulently plump and protruding out like large pencil erasers. Rick kneaded her breasts as he slowly sat up and wrapped his lips around her right nipple, dancing his tongue all around it. Lisa's head rolled back and she let out a tender moan as she continued rubbing herself down on his cock and coursed her fingers through his hair. Rick kneaded her breasts firmly as his warm mouth and mighty tongue went back and forth between her nipples. Lisa suddenly pulled Rick's mouth off of her nipple, tilted his head up and plunged her tongue deep into his mouth. Rick wrapped his arms tightly around her and reveled the feeling of his hairy chest rubbing against her bare and beautiful breasts. 

Lisa suddenly broke from out of the kiss and pushed Rick down firmly on his back on the mattress. Repositioning her body down his, Lisa quickly unfastened his belt and practically ripped apart his button-down fly. Rick's entire body tensed as Lisa jerked down his jeans and boxers to the middle of his hips; his throbbing, vein-laced, seven plus inch rob suddenly stood completely unencumbered. Lisa continued pulling his jeans and boxers all the way down and off his legs, then she stood at the foot of the bed and teasingly slipped out of her navy blue slacks, leaving only a white pair of soaking panties. Sliding on her knees back onto the mattress, Lisa was over his cock immediately. Wrapping her hand around the thick shaft, Lisa kissed the throbbing purple head gently with her wet lips then grazed it round and round with the tip of her warm tongue. Rick's eyes reeled in his head, his hands grasped handfuls of sheets and his body stiffened as Lisa's mouth slid completely over the head and slowly down the shaft. Rick watched with delight, placing his hand on the back of Lisa's head and listened to the smacking of her lips around his cock. Lisa periodically had to flip her hair back as it slipped down in her face. Lisa was sucking faster and deeper now, her hand wrapped firmly around his shaft, squeezing and pulling on it gently as she sucked. Rick could feel her warm saliva running down and all around his cock. Lisa bent his cock back and it pressed down on his abdomen as she ran her warm tongue up and down the back of the shaft and head.

Now Lisa was running her tongue back up his abdomen to his chest; she wrapped her lips around his left nipple as she pinched and twisted his right. After a few moments, Rick rolled Lisa over on to her back and kissed her deeply. Rick then ran his tongue down the front of her body, sliding his body between Lisa's wide open legs. Rick pulled Lisa's panties down, revealing a perfectly trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair and gently grazed his tongue around the edges of her steaming hot pussy lips. Rick listened to Lisa's tender moans as he ran his tongue all around the inside of her creamy white thighs, then as she arched her back, he pulled her soaking wet panties completely off. Rick lifted Lisa's left leg and slowly ran his tongue all the way down the inside of it until he was face to face with her beautiful pink pussy. 

Rick spread Lisa's lips wide and ran his tongue all around the inside of them. The heat and wetness of her pussy was immense, and Rick sucked his middle finger and then slowly slid it inside her. Lisa's head rolled from side to side as she squeezed her breasts while Rick gently pumped his middle finger in and out of her tight pussy. Pressing his thumb against her clit, Rick heard Lisa's moaning intensify and her breathing turn to deep and heavy panting as he rubbed it. Rick slid his finger out of Lisa's pulsating pussy, wrapped his lips around her now gorging clit, sucking it hard and then flicking it wildly with his tongue. Lisa's panting turned to deep gasps and short periods of no breathing at all as her body seized up and her hands grasped handfuls of the bed sheets. Rick again slid his middle finger back inside her as he sucked and tongued Lisa's throbbing clit. In an instant, Lisa let out a bloodcurdling scream, her entire body convulsed and her back arched toward the ceiling as she came hard all over Rick's lips and finger. As her body collapsed back down on the mattress and he listened to her deep moaning and heavy panting, Rick rolled Lisa on her side and ran his tongue from her pussy up to her asshole, rimming it all around.

Lisa suddenly sat up with a newly lit fire of passion, pulled Rick up and tried to flip him on his back.

"Oh no you don't!" Rick said. "I'm the Captain of this flight!"

Rick easily overpowered Lisa, who was smiling as he did and she fell down on her back on the mattress. Rick repositioned himself on his knees between Lisa's wide open legs and watched her run her fingers over and around her soaking pussy; her fire red fingernails fingering her dark lips. Rick ran his hands up and down the front of Lisa's body, firmly massaging all over her breasts and torso.

"Did you know that in Pagan times women were worshipped as divinity?" Rick asked seductively. 

"Really." Lisa whispered.

"Uh-huh. Since the female body could create and sustain life; something the male body couldn't do, it was believed then to be holy." Rick continued, still caressing her body. "And men would do anything and everything to bring it pleasure. And when he made love to it, it was his salvation."

"And how did they worship it exactly?" Lisa asked seductively.

"Oh, they rubbed it with their hands, massaged it and stimulated it with their fingertips. It was all about bringing her as much pleasure as he could. It was like his holy offering; a gift to the sacred feminine goddess." Rick hissed.

"Really? Did they use anything else to worship it?" Lisa moaned.

"What do you think?" Rick asked.

As the words cleared his lips, Rick slipped his massive rod into Lisa's very tight pussy. Lisa's eyes rolled wildly back in her head, her back arched and she gasped deeply with her head tilting back deep into the pillow as she felt Rick's enormous cock plunge deep inside her. Lisa dug her fire red fingernails deep into Rick's skin as he thrust himself slowly and powerfully in and out of her.

"God, your pussy is so tight!" Rick moaned.

"And you're cock is so big!" Lisa whaled.

"But look at you. You're taking it all in." Rick panted.

Rick increased the veracity of his pelvic thrusts as his cock went deeper and deeper into Lisa's pussy. Lisa's moaning, panting and writhing was driving him wild and only inspiring him to fuck her harder. The sweat was racing down his back in droves now and he could see Lisa's beautiful egg shell pink skin glistening in the dim light of the room; a combination of her own sweat and his dripping down on her. Even though he hadn't cum yet, Rick was growing exhausted. He pulled out of Lisa and rolled on to his back beside her. Lisa took the cue instantly and quickly mounted up on top of him. She took his throbbing cock gently in her hand and guided it smoothly back into her pussy as she lowered her full weight down on it. Placing her hands down flat on his hairy and sweaty chest, Lisa began to ride him; slowly at first, steadily increasing her veracity. Rick massaged and kneaded her breasts firmly as Lisa rode his cock. Rick suddenly felt a very tight squeeze and snap on his cock and he dug his fingers deep into the skin of Lisa's torso as he saw her smile deviously at him. The squeeze on his cock momentarily released and then snapped tightly on again.

"You like that, baby?" Lisa asked.

"Oh Yeah!" Rick moaned.

Lisa was flexing the muscles deep inside her pussy and pinching Rick's cock as she rode it. Lisa was riding hard and faster now, twisting Rick's nipples in her fingers. Rick felt his body tensing and could feel the immense pressure building up in his loins. Lisa suddenly let go of his nipples and leaned backwards, her back arching and her hands grasping the now damp bed sheets. Both of them were moaning and panting, sweating profusely as Rick's grip tightened sharply on Lisa's torso. His head jerked backward, his eyes reeled and he howled in ecstasy as he came. Lisa felt Rick's cock tremble and explode like a volcanic eruption deep inside her. Rick released his powerful grip on Lisa's body and let his own relax, collapsing in a pile of post orgasmic mush onto the mattress. Lisa pulled herself slowly back up straight, running her hands through her sweat drenched hair and was panting hard. Still moaning tenderly, Lisa leaned forward, pressing her breasts firmly against Rick's hairy chest and they kissed. Rick wrapped his bulging arms around Lisa's sweaty back and she gently caressed his cheeks. Slowly the intensity of their orgasms past and their breathing returned to normal. They kissed so deeply for so long that their souls actually touched.

The next thing Rick knew, he was on his knees in the shower, lathering Lisa up with soap and washing her body from top to bottom. The water was cool and refreshing; Rick loved watching it roll down Lisa's body and hit him in the face. Rick ran the lathered up wash cloth in between Lisa's thighs and gently over her pussy; then slowly around and washed her beautiful ass.

"God, you are so beautiful." Rick said.

"Are you still worshiping me?" Lisa asked.

"How could I not be?" Rick replied.

Lisa leaned slightly forward and let the cool running water rush down her back, rinsing the soap off. Rick then ran his tongue up Lisa's back to her shoulders and neck, getting slowly to his feet and wrapping his arms around her from behind. Rick held and squeezed Lisa tightly in his arms as he sucked on her neck and ears, then turned her head toward him and kissed her deeply. Her soft moaning filled him with a rebirth of fire and Lisa felt his cock hardening and brushing up against her ass.

"Oh, Oh, Oh, here he comes." Lisa sang. "Watch out girls, he's gonna fuck you hard." She continued and giggled.

Rick spun Lisa around and lifted her up off the tile floor; holding her body hard against his, Lisa wrapped her legs tightly around him as he pressed her up against the wet tile wall. In a few seconds, Lisa felt his big hard cock slide deep inside her again and her body convulsed. Fucking her hard up against the wall, Lisa dug the fingernails of her right hand deep into Rick's back while she held onto the showerhead with her left.

"Oh God! Oh Yes! Oh Baby! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yes!!" Lisa whaled.

Holding her up in his arms, and pressing her against the warm, wet tile, Rick pounded his cock ferociously into Lisa and her fingernails seemed to dig deeper and deeper into his back with every thrust. Rick could feel himself about to explode again as his strength was beginning to fail.

"I'm gonna cum! Oh yeah, I'm gonna cum!" Rick bellowed.

"Yeah? You gonna cum, baby?" Lisa hissed. "Then put me down. I want you to cum in my face."

Rick pulled out of Lisa and set her down. Lisa instantly dropped to her knees and took Rick's throbbing hard cock in her hand and jerked it off.

"Cum for me, baby. Cum in my face! Yeah!" Lisa ordered.

Rick's body convulsed as every muscle seized and his eyes reeled wildly. Holding his cock firmly in her hand, Lisa pointed the pulsing purple head at her face and a streamline of cum shot out and all over her chin, lips and cheek. Slapping his hands firmly on the tile wall, Rick slowly began to relax as Lisa continued to massage his now softening cock. With cum still draining out of it, Lisa slipped the now soft cock deep into her mouth and sucked on it.

"Wow! You are one wild and naughty little girl." Rick said.

Lisa took his cock out of her mouth and continued to massage it.

"Only when I meet the right guy." Lisa replied.

"Am I the right guy?" Rick asked.

"What do you think?" Lisa replied.

Rick and Lisa got out of the shower and dried each other off. Rick slipped on a pair of sweat pants and he loaned Lisa an old football jersey to wear as a night shirt. They crawled back into bed and snuggled. Lisa rested her head on Rick's shoulder as she ran her fingers through his chest hair.

"Can I ask you something?" Rick asked.

"Sure." Lisa replied.

"Do you do this sort of thing very often?" Rick asked.

"You mean pick a guy up off a flight, take him home and fuck the shit out of him?" Lisa giggled.

"Something like that." Rick said.

Lisa snuggled even closer up against him and Rick squeezed her tighter.

"Actually, you're the first." Lisa said.

"Really?" Rick said. "And how do I know that for sure?"

"That was your dick that was inside of me earlier, wasn't it?" Lisa snapped.

"Yeah." Rick said as he chuckled.

"So do you honestly think my pussy would be that tight if I did this kind of thing on a regular basis?" Lisa asked.

"Good point." Rick replied.

"You're the first guy I've been with since my ex-husband; and that's been almost two and a half years ago." Lisa offered.

"You're kidding." Rick said.

"No." Lisa said almost solemnly. "And didn't you notice that we arrived twenty minutes ahead of schedule tonight?"

"As a matter of fact I did." Rick said. "That was you?"

"I was the Captain, right?" Lisa replied.

"And apparently one very horny Captain at that." Rick said trying not to laugh.

"Like I said, it's been nearly two and a half years!" Lisa said. "I needed this really bad!"

Rick laughed and Lisa grabbed him by the chin and kissed him. The kiss quickly became very deep. Lisa rolled up on top of Rick and pressed her body firmly against him. Rick then rolled Lisa back over onto her back and slipped out of their kiss. They gently caressed each other's faces as they looked deeply into each other's eyes.

"So why did you pick me?" Rick asked humbly.

"I don't know. Just something about you seemed very special." Lisa said.





She was the Captain



"Thank you." Rick whispered.

"No. Thank you." Lisa whispered back.

They fell into a deep kiss again.

"Very special!" Lisa thought as she kissed him.

THE END