0 comments/ 47409 views/ 30 favorites Flying with Lisa By: DAB32697 ***Author's Note*** The following is a complete revision and re-write of a story of mine currently listed in the Erotic Couplings section entitled "She was the Captain". The original version, which was between a man and woman, did not receive much attention there, so I hope it will be more affective now that it is between two women and get better viewing here in the Lesbian Sex section. ALSO: For those waiting for a 3rd Chapter of my "Prosecuting Attorney" series, I regret to inform you that there will not be one!! In fact, I deeply regret having written the 2nd chapter; it should never have been written and I am requesting it be removed from the site. I learned too little, too late that some stories are better off left standing on their own and the original "Prosecuting Attorney" was one of them. I just got over ambitious with it to say the least. *** * With every muscle in her body seized to its breaking point with relentless passion, and her back arching in a virtual horseshoe, a shriek of overwhelming ecstasy catapulted from Rachel's succulent lips. Her hands were a pair of vice grips, wrenching the sweat soaked sheets off her bed and cutting off the circulation in her fingers. Rachel's eyes spun uncontrollably in her head and she soon had to cinch them shut as they flooded with tears of illicit pleasure. Rachel had never had anyone make love to her this passionately in her life. Lisa's mouth was ferociously devouring Rachel's spasming vulva like a carnivorous predator and Rachel's sexual juices were spewing all over Lisa's mouth and chin. With every fiber of her being ravaged by the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, Rachel collapsed in a pile of post-orgasmic mush on the sweat flooded mattress as her beautiful muscle toned naked body twitched and trembled frenziedly. Feeling Lisa's ravenous mouth and luscious lips gluttonously licking and sucking the residue of her orgasmic explosion off her delectable light olive skin, Rachel slowly and deeply inhaled the intoxicating fragrances of sweat, perfume, burning incense and the natural odor of two very sexually aroused women hanging heavily in the air. As Rachel's heart pounded relentlessly and her lungs still strained for air, she slowly ran her hands through her soaking wet sandy blonde hair. It was so saturated with sweat that Rachel felt as though she'd just stepped out of the shower. With her eyes still shut, Rachel's body tingled with breathless anticipation as she felt the tip of Lisa's tongue moving slowly up her muscle ripped abdomen. Rachel opened her eyes to find Lisa crawling slowly and seductively up over her seething body like a prowling lioness cunningly stalking her prey. Lisa seized one of Rachel's probing, rock hard brown nipples between her succulent lips while the sexy sleek fingers of her hands firmly massaged and molded both Rachel's supple 36 C-cups. As Lisa ran her tongue across Rachel's beautiful bust to her other wanting nipple, sucking it deeply into her hungry mouth, Rachel ran her long fingers through Lisa's wet and wavy long brown hair. It too was shower soaked with sweat and as the soaking wet strands of Lisa's hair rolled gently against Rachel's quivering flesh, Rachel mused with utter ecstasy at the sight of Lisa's immaculate naked body; her creamy white skin flushed to a light shade of crimson by intense lustful heat and glistening in the soft moonlight pouring through the window. Feeling Lisa's teeth nip on the sensitive skin of her areola, Rachel felt a powerful and illicit shockwave course like electrical current through her body. With a slight jerk and giggle, Rachel slipped her hand into Lisa's on her breast. "Get up here, baby." Rachel hissed. Rising up Rachel's body slowly, Lisa let the tip of her tongue graze up Rachel's sexy long neck, over her chin and finally to her pouting lips. Easing her body down to rest on top of Rachel, Lisa was now gazing deeply into her captivating brown eyes. "God, your eyes are so beautiful." Lisa whispered. "So are yours." Rachel whispered back. Their moist and ravenous lips came together and their wanting tongues were soon foraging in the deepest recesses of the other's lusciously warm mouth. The world went dark as their eyes shut and the unbridled passion of a lover's deep kiss surged forth. The lustful heat emanating from Rachel and Lisa's naked bodies pressed firmly against each other was immense; two cauldrons of volcanic magma, literally melting together into one. Rachel reveled deeply in the intoxicating flavor of Lisa's mouth, which was still heavily sated with her own sexual juices. With Lisa's sweaty body still on top of her, Rachel rolled their passionate embrace over and pinned Lisa underneath her, gently grinding her mound on to Lisa's thigh. Rachel then felt the perfectly manicured fingernails of her airborne angel spearing deep into the skin of her back, followed by her other hand coming to rest firmly on the back of her soaking wet head; attempting to pull Rachel deeper into their kiss. Cupping her hands around Lisa's head and neck, Rachel inhaled deeply through her nose and there was then no sound; no sound at all. Kissing each other so deeply, there was only an unbelievably serene and divinely deep quiet. Rachel and Lisa were breathing each other's air and absorbing each other's soul. Finally, they came up and gazed deeply into each other's eyes. "I love you." Rachel whispered. "I love you too." Lisa whispered back. Rachel rolled gently off Lisa's body and on to her side on the mattress. Lisa likewise rolled on to her side and faced Rachel; the two women gently caressed each other's face and body. As Rachel gazed deeply at her beautiful Lisa, her heart sang like the highest choir of angels. What a beautiful and gentle creature. And what an incredibly passionate lover! As Lisa snuggled her delicate figure tightly up against Rachel's muscled frame, Rachel wrapped her engulfing arms around the smaller woman and ever so gently cradled and rocked her in an adoring embrace. Kissing Lisa softly on the forehead, Rachel shut her eyes and silently thanked the Lord that she had decided to take the Monday evening flight rather than the Tuesday morning one. *** Rachel Hill had boarded the first leg of her flight back to Houston at 4:45pm that afternoon, Monday; the day after the Indianapolis 500. As it had been for the past ten years since she had moved from Indianapolis to Houston, Rachel's travel itinerary for race weekend had been exactly the same every year without fail. Flying up to Indianapolis on the preceding Friday evening, Rachel stayed at her parents home in Carmel that night, attended the 500 Festival Parade in downtown Indianapolis on Saturday, then would camp out at the Speedway on Saturday night. With the race run on Sunday, Rachel would then stay in town thru Monday, allowing for the ever present possibility of a Sunday rain out and then fly back to Houston on Tuesday morning. Yet for reason's she couldn't explain at the time, Rachel had decided at the last minute before booking her trip that she would return to Houston on Monday evening instead of Tuesday morning. The Indianapolis International Airport was swarming with exuberant race fans from all over the world preparing for their journey home. It was painfully 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. Rachel took her seat in the emergency exit row of the Boeing 737-700 series aircraft, directly over the starboard wing and was immensely grateful for the extra leg room that the emergency exit row seat by the window afforded her. Standing nearly 6'1", Rachel is an intimidating woman; clad with ripped and toned muscles all over her shoulders, arms and legs. Her hips are lean, firm and voluptuously round with a perfectly scrumptious tight ass, all on exhibit today in a tight pair of faded blue jeans. Her stomach is flat, her waist is trim and her breasts are surprisingly large considering her muscularity. Possessing a soft and angelic face, accentuated by full, long and flowing sandy blonde hair, light olive skin and deep brown puppy dog eyes, Rachel's beauty and sexiness more than compensates for her obvious formidability. Unlike the previous six years, the seat beside her this evening was not going to be occupied by her lover Wendy; now her former lover. Rachel and Wendy had spent six very turbulent years together and though Rachel loved Wendy deeply; probably much more than Wendy loved her, Rachel could no longer endure Wendy's emotional distance and unavailability. Their sex life, if you could even call it that, had become completely passionless as Wendy steadily became incapable of intimacy; by the end of the previous July, Rachel no longer had the mental or emotional stamina to continue enduring their miserable existence together any further. So, for the first time in the ten years since she'd moved, Rachel had come back for the "Greatest Spectacle in Racing" by herself; and even though she had been surrounded by her parents, brother and nearly five hundred thousand other race fans, she still felt utterly alone in the world. Returning to Indianapolis every May for the 500 was like Christmas for Rachel; she looked forward to it all year long. Having been born and raised in the Circle City, Rachel was embedded with, and lived by the three absolutes of any native Hoosier: The Indiana Pacers, the Indiana Hoosiers basketball team and the Indianapolis 500. And now with their 2007 Super Bowl championship, the Indianapolis Colts now joined that very elite list of laws. Rachel's flight took off from Indianapolis at 5:15pm Eastern Time bound for Nashville. Rachel would have about a two and a half hour layover at the Nashville Airport before her connecting flight to Houston Hobby Airport departed at 8:05pm. The flying time from Indianapolis to Nashville was about an hour and ten minutes, but this evening, it seemed agonizingly longer due to the fellow passenger that fate had mockingly selected to place in the seat next to Rachel. When she first sat down, Rachel had high hopes of a very pleasant flight, for the young lady was gorgeous. But, no sooner did Rachel smile and say hello to her, did she get a face full of the young woman's breath, inundated with a revolting combination of beer, vodka and cigarette smoke. Even though she tended bar for a living, Rachel had never smoked a day in her life and wasn't particularly fond of the smell or taste of alcohol; but she had no real qualms about being with and around people who did, particularly when she was this attractive. But this young lady's attractiveness vanished the moment she opened her drunken mouth, and then, never shut it for the entire duration of the flight. After the tenth or so time of explaining why the Indianapolis Motor Speedway was known as the Brickyard, Rachel seriously contemplated opening the emergency exit door at thirty-eight thousand feet and stepping out on the wing for a breath of no air rather than continue to listen to this drunken slob ramble on endlessly. The landing gear brushed the Nashville runway at 5:20pm Central Time and thanks to the grace of the mighty spirits within Smirnoff vodka, Rachel's polluted seat companion had fallen silent in a catatonic slumber. Once the aircraft came to a stop at the gate, Rachel slipped her carry-on bag out from under the seat in front of her, stepped over Sleeping Beauty in the middle seat and deplaned. As Rachel strode out of the jet way and into the airport terminal, she observed the large body of people already lining up to board the continuation of the flight she was leaving. Rachel pitied the poor soul who would be taking over her seat. Continuing out of the boarding area and into the main corridor of the concourse, Rachel checked the flight arrival and departure monitors to find out where her connecting flight would be gated. Being that departure time was still well over two and a half hours away, Rachel soon discovered that her flight wasn't even posted yet. Checking her watch, Rachel's focus immediately turned to finding the location of the nearest ladies room. Heading up the concourse with her carry-on bag slung over her shoulder, Rachel's eyes surveyed the hoards of bustling Memorial Day weekend travelers moving up and down the concourse. As a bartender by profession, Rachel loved watching people and had a keen ear for honing in on, and eavesdropping on discussions from a distance. With a sudden break in the flow of human traffic along the concourse, Rachel spotted the ladies room about fifty or so feet ahead on the left. As her eyes returned front and center out in front of her, Rachel found herself directly in the on-coming path of a striking woman in a pilot's uniform. Having always had a weakness for women in uniform, Rachel was instantly captivated as her eyes met the lovely lady pilots as they approached each other. She was half Rachel's considerably shorter than Rachel, probably around 5'6", possibly 5'7"; just the way Rachel liked her women. 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 royal blue. Her skin was a very faint shade of egg shell pink, smooth and creamy. Her neck was long, sexy 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 blouse. She wore a loose fitting gold watch that beautified her slender wrist and the fire red polish on her fingernails 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 to be a perfectly scrumptious pair of smaller C-cups than Rachel's, but still strikingly noticeable under her bright white uniform blouse with the navy blue patch on each of her shoulders proudly showing off the four white rank bars of a Captain. Rachel's eyes remained locked on this lovely creature, utterly captivated by her; and unless she was kidding herself, the lovely lady pilot seemed equally captured by Rachel as well. As they drew nearer to each other, Rachel altered her course just slightly out of the lovely pilot's path and as she did, the woman's pouting lips, covered in a dark crimson lipstick opened and she beamed a pristine white and sparkling smile at Rachel. "Good evening." She said in a soft and sensual voice. "Been to the race, I see." "Yeah. How'd you know? Rachel asked, very surprised. "Your T-shirt." The lady pilot said, almost giggling. "Oh. Yeah." Rachel said, feeling rather stupid. Rachel stopped suddenly in the middle of the concourse and looked down at her T-shirt. She hadn't bought an Indy 500 T-shirt since she was a kid, but this years' was an awesome tie-die design and Rachel just couldn't pass it up. As the verbal exchange passed between them, neither Rachel nor the lovely pilot had stopped moving until her comment about Rachel having been at the race grounded Rachel to a flabbergasted halt. At that instant, Rachel caught a heavenly fragrance of sweet peach and vanilla off of the woman as she passed by. Attempting to be inconspicuous, Rachel looked cautiously over her shoulder to see the lovely lady pilot continuing on down the concourse. Having only a split second to check out the backside of her body, Rachel was startled to realize that the lady pilot was glancing back over her own shoulder at Rachel. Their eyes met one more time and the lady pilot turned her head quickly away. Rachel could have sworn that she saw the woman blush. Facing forward again, Rachel shook her head and ran a hand through her soft sandy blonde hair. Exhaling deeply, she continued on to the ladies room, all the while, images of that captivating lady captain dancing in her mind; not to mention the memory of the delightful smell of her. Stepping into the ladies room stall, Rachel quickly fanned herself with her hand, utterly shocked at how hot she was; her body tingled with arousal. Placing her hand on her chest, Rachel took a deep, cleansing breath as she felt her heart pounding. Sliding her jeans and panties down her long and sexy legs, Rachel was further taken aback to find a large wet stain in the soft white cotton of her panties. Sitting down on the commode, Rachel closed her eyes and focused on the mental images of her previous flights' seat companion as she vomited in the air sickness bag in an attempt to cool herself off. Rachel remembered the awful stench that filled the air, as well as the gagging and phlegm-filled coughing and she could feel herself begin to relax. Once nature's business was taken care of, Rachel washed her hands, ran a brush through her hair, touched up her mascara and lip gloss, slung the strap of her carry-on over her shoulder and headed out of the ladies room. With her mind filling once more with images of the lovely pilot, Rachel strode absentmindedly out of the ladies room and instantly, the intoxicating fragrance of sweet peach and vanilla flooded her nostrils and in a blurry whirlwind of activity, all Rachel saw was the outline of a human form right in front of her. Rachel's arms reflexively went up and her hands where suddenly filled with the sensual softness of another woman's arms. Getting her bearings now, Rachel found her hands firmly wrapped around the slender arms of the same lady pilot captain that had seemingly hypnotized her just a few moments earlier. Exhaling deeply, Rachel's eyes once again met the crystal clear royal blue eyes of the lady pilot and her delectable fragrance warmed Rachel's heart and blood like hot apple cider on Christmas Eve. "Oh my God." The lady pilot said. "I am so sorry." "No, it was my fault." Rachel chuckled. "My mind was a million miles away. Are you okay?" "Yeah, I'm fine." She said. "You?" "Never better." Rachel replied. Rachel was again captivated deeply by the woman's sparkling 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 the woman's request finally filtered into Rachel's mind and she suddenly realized that her hands where still holding the soft and sensual arms of the lovely aviator. "Oh!" Rachel blurted. "Sorry." Rachel released her and took a step back, repositioning the strap of her carry-on bag on her broad shoulder. "Not a problem." The woman 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 into the ladies room. Rachel turned around slowly and let her eyes run almost voraciously up and down the back side of the woman's beautiful body. As the lady captain rounded the curving entrance into the ladies room, her head again glanced over her shoulder back toward Rachel and their eyes met again. Rachel's stomach filled with a swarm of butterflies as she felt her face flush and her body tingle. But much to Rachel's surprise, and ultimate delight, the lady aviator smiled almost seductively as she disappeared around the curving entrance wall. Rachel shook her head and sighed deeply before continuing on down the concourse, and as she did, dozens of baffling questions tumbled through her spinning mind. Hadn't she been going in the opposite direction? Wasn't there another ladies room in the direction she was going? Does she somehow know that I'm a lesbian? Is she a lesbian? Did she intentionally come back this way, hoping to find me? As that last question passed through her mind, Rachel felt her pussy spasm and her heart skip a beat. Regardless of anything, this lovely lady had definitely caught Rachel's eye; and it certainly appeared that Rachel had caught her eye too. Flying with Lisa Rachel re-checked the flight departure monitor and saw that her connecting flight to Houston, number 2351, was now listed, running on-time and would be departing out of Gate C-23. With still over two and a half hours to kill, Rachel strolled casually down the concourse until she reached Gate 23, then turned on her heel and began strolling back up the concourse just to people watch. About half way through her third lap around the concourse, Rachel caught the enticing aroma of food being cooked, and looking to her right, saw that she was passing the food court. Having not eaten since early that morning, and having been so intrigued by the lady pilot, Rachel had forgotten how hungry she was until just now. Quickly scanning the shopping mall size food court, Rachel found what appealed to her and entered the five person deep line to order. When it came down to just two people left in front of her, Rachel once again caught the intoxicating fragrance of sweet peach and vanilla; her heart raced wildly as her body and privates began to tingle again with excitement and arousal. "So, who won the race this year?" The lady pilot asked. Rachel turned slowly to find the woman standing directly behind her in the line with her hand resting on the raised handle of her flight case and luggage. "Okay, are you stalking me or what?" Rachel asked sarcastically. They both laughed then Rachel extended her hand. "I'm Rachel." "Lisa." They shook hands and Rachel's large hand almost completely engulfed Lisa's. Her skin was incredibly soft but her grip was firm and Rachel definitely felt a powerful spark. "No, I'm not stalking you." Lisa said. "Damn!" Rachel replied. "Really?" Lisa replied, almost seeming intrigued. "Do you like having other women stalking you?" "Not really, but I certainly wouldn't mind it if you were." Rachel said. "Thanks. I think." Lisa said incredulously. "Don't mention it." Rachel replied. "Seriously now, who won the race this year? I didn't get a chance to see it." Lisa asked. "Scott Dixon." Rachel answered. "Scott Dixon? Never heard of him." Lisa said. "Oh well, just as long as it wasn't that spoiled little brat Danica Patrick." "What, you don't like Danica?" Rachel asked. "She's a bitch!" Lisa snarled. "If a woman is ever going to win that race, I'd much rather see Sarah Fisher do it." "Or Milka Duno." Rachel replied, as she growled and howled. "You like her, huh? Lisa asked with a smile. "Oh God, she is so gorgeous. What I wouldn't give for one night alone in the garage with her." Rachel said. "I see. So, I take it that you're ..ahh," Lisa stammered. Lisa struggled and babbled to try and find the words, all the while motioning with her arms and hands absentmindedly. "Gay?" Rachel finished Lisa's question. "Yeah." Lisa said. "Yes, I am. Hope that doesn't make you uncomfortable." Rachel continued. "No." Lisa replied. "Just makes me feel sorry for the males of our species." "What's that supposed to mean?" Rachel asked almost defensively. "Just that you're a very beautiful woman." Lisa said. "Well thank you." Rachel replied. "And I'm sure that most men would be extremely disappointed not to be able to be with you." Lisa said. Rachel glanced at Lisa's left hand that was resting on the raised handle of her flight case. She wasn't wearing a ring. "Oh, I don't know about that. They've still got you." Rachel said as she smiled and winked. Lisa smiled and appeared to blush. "So, I guess you're heading back home now?" Lisa asked. "Yes, ma'am." Rachel replied. "And where pray-tell might that be?" Lisa queried. "Houston." Rachel replied. "You're kidding!" Lisa said. "You wouldn't by chance be on Flight 2351, would you?" "As a matter of fact I am." Rachel said. "Me too." Lisa said with an almost seductive smile. "As the Captain I take it?" Rachel 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." Rachel said. "Oh, I couldn't let you do that." Lisa replied. "How you gonna stop me?" Rachel asked. "Well, I could just walk away for one thing." Lisa snapped. "And just where would you go? I mean it's true you're flying tonight, but do you have a plane to fly right now?" Rachel whipped. "That's pretty good." Lisa smiled. "Can I help you, ma'am?" A broken English voice bellowed from behind the counter. "Madam." Rachel said, as she motioned Lisa to go in front of her. "I really shouldn't." Lisa said. "Lisa, just because I want to buy you dinner, doesn't mean I'm gonna try and get you in the sack. Hell, even a man can buy a woman dinner without expecting a fuck in return, can't he?" Rachel whispered. "Excellent point." Lisa said, as she smiled and then stepped up to the counter to order. Rachel and Lisa each ordered a chef salad and an ice tea. They sat together at a table by the window and engaged in very enjoyable conversation for the next hour and a half. What Rachel had feared would be a tedious and agonizingly long layover, turned out to be the most enjoyable time in her life since she had first met Wendy almost seven years ago. Listening to Lisa's story, Rachel became more and more captivated by the woman with almost every word. Captain Lisa Chaszar was forty-four years old; six years older than Rachel and had been flying since she was ten. She had been with the airline for seventeen years, was recently divorced and the mother of an eleven year old son who spent most of his time with his father. Lisa was extremely intelligent, witty and inquisitive; not to mention incredibly beautiful, sexy and was almost complete irritable in her pilot uniform. She had a wonderful sense of humor, she was warm, passionate and vibrant, and it wasn't long before Rachel couldn't keep from staring at her. The time went by far too fast for Rachel and Lisa was soon leaving the table, heading to the pilots briefing room as departure time was approaching. They shook hands once again and Rachel felt another invigorating spark. Lisa smiled warmly and winked as she took hold of the handle on her flight case and left. Did she feel it too? Rachel felt a flash of lustful heat and a chill of thrill pass through her body as her heart again thumped. Half an hour later, Rachel stepped aboard another Boeing 737-700; Flight 2351 from Nashville to Houston Hobby airport. Glancing quickly into the flight deck as she came on board, Rachel caught sight of Lisa sitting in the left hand flight captain's seat, flipping a few switches on the instrument panel as she looked over some computer printouts. The First Officer sitting beside her was a fairly handsome young man, and for a split second, Rachel felt a slight surge of jealousy. Rachel immediately shook it off, continued down the aisle and again took the window seat in the emergency exit row over the wing. As she slid her carry-on bag under the seat in front of her, Lisa's soft and sensual voice came over the public address system, welcoming everyone aboard. Within a few minutes, the aircraft was backing slowly away from the gate and the engine on the wing just outside the window was roaring to life. With nobody in the seat directly beside her and without the slightest thought of Wendy anywhere in her conscious mind, Rachel raised the arm rest and stretched herself out comfortably over the two seats, shutting her eyes. Rachel barely heard the pre-flight safety instructions for she was drifting slowly off to sleep. Rachel felt the powerful vibrations of the engines in her chest and then heard the mechanical gears whirring as the wing flaps lowered into takeoff position just out the window. The engines were suddenly gunned and the aircraft sprang forth with surprising thrust as it lumbered out to the runway. A few moments later, Rachel wearily felt the g-forces pushing her body firmly back into her seat as the airplane raced down the runway toward takeoff. Lifting smoothly into the air, the landing gear thumped up and away below her feet and the last thing Rachel sensed was the powerful jet banking to the right. Rachel slept soundly the entire flight and awoke with a start as the landing gear brushed the runway of Houston's William P. Hobby airport. Glancing out the window, Rachel heard the engines roaring at full power as the reverse thrusters slowed the speeding aircraft down to a taxiing crawl. Rubbing her sleep filled eyes, Rachel then checked her watch: It was 9:45pm. They were arriving a full twenty minutes early; almost unheard of in the airline industry. 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 her deplaned and Rachel was anxiously awaiting her chance to see Lisa at the flight deck door; but when she arrived, Lisa was nowhere to be found. Stepping off the aircraft and into the jet way, Rachel sighed despairingly as she saw no sign of the lovely flight Captain. Proceeding on up the jet way and into the terminal, which was virtually deserted at this time of the night, there was still no sign of Lisa anywhere. Rachel hurried to the nearest ladies room to respond to yet another call of nature. As Rachel buttoned up her jeans, flushed the toilet and picked up her bag, her nostrils again filled with the hypnotically wondrous scent of sweet peach and vanilla. Opening the stall door, Rachel's heart skipped two beats and her stomach leapt into her throat as Lisa was standing just outside the stall. "So, do you live around here?" Lisa asked with a smile. Rachel and Lisa walked together out of the ladies room and down the concourse. 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 passenger pick up areas. "So, where'd you park?" Lisa asked. "Right over there in the garage." Rachel replied. "Cool. Let's go." Lisa said almost blatantly. "Oh! Did you need a ride?" Rachel asked. "Yeah." Lisa said. "Be kind of hard for us to have sex if you're at your place and I'm at mine." Rachel's eyes bulged so wide that the eyeballs might easily have fallen out of the sockets. Her stomach filled with what felt like a swarm of killer bees, her heart raced and all the air evacuated her lungs with the speed and force of a sudden cabin decompression. "Did you just say what I think you did?" Rachel finally managed to stammer. "What? About us having sex? Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?" Lisa replied. Rachel couldn't bring herself to speak, but managed to shake her head in the negative. "Look, I realize I'm being a little forward." Lisa said. "Nah!" Rachel 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!" "You ever ridden on a motorcycle before?" Rachel asked. Twenty minutes later, Rachel was cruising up Interstate 45 toward downtown Houston on her suede blue pearl 2007 FLHRS Road King Custom Harley Davidson. Lisa was snuggled up behind her with her arms wrapped tightly around Rachel's lean and slender torso. As they rode through the humid night air, Rachel reveled in the feeling of Lisa's breasts squashed against her back. Lisa shut her eyes as she held tightly to this captivating young woman. With her heart pounding wildly, Lisa ran the scenario of what she was about to do over and over in her mind. Though she had thought and fantasized about being with another woman all her adult life, far more often now since her divorce, Lisa had still never found the courage to actually go through with it. And even despite the fact that she was about to have sex with a woman, Lisa couldn't believe how spontaneous she was being. In her entire life, she had never even considered going to bed with a man just a mere few hours after first laying eyes on him. Trying to be rational while she still could, Lisa acknowledged that she had no idea who this woman really was; but something deep down in her soul told her that Rachel was very special. With her arms wrapped snuggly around Rachel's powerful and sexy body, Lisa rested her head on the back of Rachel's shoulder. Lisa's stomach had been somersaulting ever since she had pushed the throttles forward on the takeoff roll in Nashville; the moment she had decided to do this. But now, all of the sudden, her stomach was calm and she felt a comforting rush of warmth flow through her body. Lisa suddenly felt Rachel's gloved hand place itself on top of her own on Rachel's rock hard abdomen and squeeze it ever so comfortingly. Lisa kissed the back of Rachel's shoulder as her grip around her tightened; this was right. Perhaps even more right than either woman knew. With her riding gloves still on her hands, Rachel pushed open the door to her apartment on the Northwest side of Houston and motioned for Lisa to enter ahead of her. With her own bag slung over her shoulder, Rachel carried Lisa's flight case and luggage in her other hand. Watching Rachel carry her heavy gear without using the rollers and seeing the muscles in her arm bulge under its weight excited Lisa greatly. She felt her whole body flash with a fiery heat and felt her pussy begin to tingle as it flushed warm fluid into the soft fabric of her panties. Rachel's eyes hungrily caressed the dark outline of Lisa's divinely feminine figure as she walked just ahead of her into the dark living room of her apartment. Rachel's heart was racing and she too, felt a fiery heat coursing through her veins as every cell in her body was tingling with unbridled passion and desire for the lovely lady pilot. Kicking the door shut with her leg, Rachel dropped Lisa's luggage and let her own bag slide off her shoulder and drop to the floor. With her eyes never coming off of Lisa, Rachel ripped the Velcro straps of her 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 and still some remnants of apprehension. Rachel's riding gloves fell to the floor and she moved slowly toward Lisa. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" Rachel asked. Lisa gently raised her fingers to Rachel's lips. "Don't speak." Lisa whispered, as she gently caressed Rachel's lips. "Oooh, soft." Looking deep into Rachel's beautiful and compassionate brown eyes, Lisa wrapped her arms around Rachel's powerful body. Though she was clad with muscles and her body was as solid as steel, Lisa was pleasantly surprised to discover that Rachel possessed a delightful feminine softness. Raising her lips and shutting her eyes, Lisa felt a tremendous surge of illicit energy as her lips pressed against Rachel's; they were luscious and sweet beyond imagination. Rachel could feel Lisa body trembling as she pulled her snuggly up against her body and wrapped her arms tightly around her. With just some mild coaxing from Rachel's gently probing tongue, Lisa's lips parted and Rachel's tongue slid deeply into her mouth. Lisa's hands wrapped around Rachel's head, her fingers coursing through her silky soft long hair. As their kiss grew deeper and deeper, Rachel slid her powerful hands and arms down Lisa's back, over her voluptuous ass and grabbed the back of her thighs and lifting her off the floor. Still locked in the passion of their kiss, Lisa's legs reflexively wrapped themselves around Rachel's powerful body. Rachel returned her engulfing embrace firmly around Lisa's torso, their C-cups mashed firmly against each other and carried her into the bedroom. Laying Lisa's body gently down on the soft mattress padding, Rachel gently caressed her forehead as she looked deep into her starlit eyes. Rachel could feel Lisa's body heat rising rapidly beneath her as she was gently caressing Rachel's cheek and lips with her soft fingers. Rachel kissed Lisa's fingers as they passed over her 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 accelerating toward a pant and her heart thundered wildly in her chest. Rachel's body temperature was already at volcanic level and her pussy tingled as it flooded with her sexual juices; she could already feel the sweat beading beneath her hairline. Lisa's hands went down Rachel's back and she suddenly felt Lisa's fingernails dig slightly into her bare skin just above her belt line. Lisa gently grazed her fingernails along the skin of Rachel's back as she pulled her T-shirt up. Rachel raised herself up and Lisa pulled her shirt off over her head, revealing her beautiful 36 C's cupped in an Indianapolis Colts sports bra. Lisa then ran her hands and fingers back up Rachel's arms, around her shoulders and down over her breasts, gently squeezing them through the spandex fabric of the sports bra. Rachel slipped her fingers under the tight hem of the bra and pulled it up over her head and off as Lisa inhaled a deep, hissing breath as she laid her eyes on Rachel's beautiful bare breasts. Rachel undid Lisa's crossover tie, grabbed it in her teeth and yanked it off while Lisa gently massaged Rachel's supple breasts. Slowly unbuttoning Lisa's blouse as she sat up, Rachel kissed Lisa gently as she slipped her blouse down her arms and off. Lisa leaned down and took one of Rachel's nipples into her mouth. In a flurry of sudden movement, Rachel found herself lying on her back on the mattress with Lisa straddling her. Rachel ran her hands slowly up the sides of Lisa's now bare torso toward her beautiful breasts, still cupped in a white lace bra. Lisa's skin was immaculately smooth and incredibly soft. Rachel wrapped her hands around her sponge-cake like breasts as Lisa unsnapped her bra from behind and Rachel pulled it slowly down her arms and off. Lisa's bright pink nipples were as big around as silver dollars, succulently plump and protruding out like large pencil erasers. Rachel kneaded Lisa's supple breasts as she slowly sat up and wrapped her lips around Lisa's right nipple, dancing her tongue all around it. Lisa's head rolled back and she let out a tender moan as she continued grinding herself down on Rachel's sex, coursing her fingers through her soft long hair. Rachel kneaded Lisa's breasts firmly as her warm mouth and powerful tongue went back and forth between her nipples. Lisa suddenly pulled Rachel's mouth off of her nipple, tilted her head up and plunged her tongue deep into her mouth. Rachel wrapped her arms tightly around Lisa and reveled in the erotic sensation of their breasts mashed together and grinding softly against each other. Lisa suddenly broke from out of the kiss and pushed Rachel down firmly on her back on the mattress. Repositioning her body, Lisa quickly unfastened Rachel's belt and practically ripped apart her button-down fly. Rachel's entire body tensed as Lisa jerked her jeans and panties down and off her long and incredibly sexy, muscle defined legs. Lisa then stood at the foot of the bed and teasingly slipped out of her navy blue slacks, leaving only a white pair of soaking panties on her body. Sliding on her knees back onto the mattress and seductively crawling over Rachel's naked body, the larger woman sprang up suddenly and easily overpowered Lisa, who was smiling as she did as Rachel flipped her over onto her back. "Oh no you don't!" Rachel commanded. "I'm the Captain of this flight!" Rachel slipped her fingers under the delicate fabric of Lisa's panties and pulled them down her beautiful legs and off. Rachel repositioned herself on her knees between Lisa's now wide open legs and watched her run her fingers over and around her seething and soaking wet folds; her fire red fingernails fingering her dark lips. Rachel ran her hands up and down the front of Lisa's body, firmly massaging all over her breasts and torso. Rachel then lifted Lisa's left leg and slowly ran her tongue all the way down the inside of it, reveling in the delectable flavor of the woman's creamy skin until she was face to face with Lisa's glistening sex. With a perfectly trimmed triangle of dark brown pubic hair just above, Rachel gently grazed her tongue around the edges of Lisa's soaking wet, swollen folds. Rachel reveled in listening to Lisa's tender moans as she ran her tongue all around the inside of her creamy white thighs, then as she arched her back, Rachel spread Lisa's lips wide and ran her tongue all around the inside of them. Flying with Lisa The heat and wetness of Lisa's folds and slit was immense, and Rachel sucked her middle finger and then slowly slid it inside her. Lisa's head rolled from side to side in sheer ecstasy as she squeezed her breasts while Rachel gently pumped her middle finger in and out of her tight slit. Pressing her thumb against Lisa's already throbbing clit, Rachel heard Lisa's moaning intensify and her breathing turn to deep and heavy panting as she stimulated it. Rachel slid her finger out of Lisa's pulsating pussy, wrapped her lips around her throbbing clit, sucking it hard and then flicking it wildly with her tongue. Lisa's panting turned to deep gasps and short periods of no breathing at all as her body strained against the enormous orgasmic pressure building up inside her. Seizing handfuls of the bed sheets, Lisa felt Rachel slide her middle finger back inside her slit as she sucked and tongued her 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 Rachel's lips and finger. As her body collapsed back down on the mattress, Rachel rolled Lisa on her side and ran her tongue from her pussy up to her asshole, rimming it all around. *** Rachel had fallen asleep replaying this incredible night in her mind and she awoke now to the faint sound of water running in the distance. As her eyes opened, the room was full of soft light. Glancing over to the bedroom window, it was evident that morning had come, for the bright Houston sun was pouring through the closed mini-blinds. Attempting to get her bearings, Rachel felt a rush of warm spirit pass gently through her body and it whispered one thing: "Lisa." With the mere thought of her beautiful name, Rachel felt her heart begin to race while images of Lisa's beautiful face and her gorgeous body flooded her mind and warmed her soul. Inhaling deeply, Rachel picked up her scent like a Saint Bernard and could smell the sweet peach and vanilla all over her skin. Instantly Rachel's whole body began to tingle and despite the fact that she felt completely drained and that her head was throbbing for lack of nourishment, she wanted Lisa again, so she rolled over to take her: But, Lisa wasn't there! Adrenaline surged through every inch of Rachel's body and she was gripped with fear. Feeling a violent chill settle deep into her bones as her heart went from a million beats a minute to zero instantly and she suddenly couldn't breathe. Had it all been a dream? Being still only half awake, Rachel's eyes darted around the room trying to find some sort of bearing. That's when she once again heard the distant water running that had awoken her in the first place. Whirling her head toward the bathroom door, Rachel saw light and steam coming from underneath it. Rachel leapt out of bed and bounded in two steps to the door to find it just slightly ajar. The shower was running and the room was filled with steam. Slipping her now very icky and sticky naked body quietly through the doorway, Rachel then heard a melody more beautiful than any other that has ever passed through her ear: Lisa cleared her throat. It hadn't been a dream! Taking another step forward, Rachel could make out Lisa's heavenly feminine figure on the other side of the fogged up shower stall door. Slowly and ever so sensually running her hands through her hair under the running water. Rachel stood motionless from her vantage point just beyond the shower door and worshipped her beautiful lover from afar. Lisa cleared her throat again and that snapped Rachel out of her trance. Carnal desire was consuming Rachel once again and she must have more Lisa. Stepping quietly forward, Rachel carefully and gently opened the shower stall door to find Lisa leaning forward with both her palms pressed firmly against the tile wall, gently swaying her lowered head from side to side under the water between her outstretched arms. Her nipples were rock hard, protruding out like fresh pencil erasers and the soft tender moans escaping her lips were hypnotic. With Lisa still unaware of her presence, Rachel's hungry eyes slowly caressed every inch of Lisa's wondrous and glistening naked body. Despite the unbridled sexual frenzy they had shared the night before, Rachel still couldn't get over how beautiful Lisa was. With a deep sigh of relief and contentment escaping Rachel's lips, Lisa then knew that she was not alone and her head slowly rolled in Rachel's direction and her eyes opened to reveal a seductive gaze of the deepest want and desire Rachel had ever seen. Lisa's stare was so intense that Rachel literally felt the woman's desire for her piercing her body like a volley of bullets fired from a battle line and Rachel's knees suddenly felt weak. Never taking her gaze off Rachel, Lisa raised her head up slightly and teasingly ran her tongue up her arm to her elbow and back. Rachel slipped into the stall, pulling the door shut behind her and slid directly behind Lisa, pressing her spasming mound firmly against Lisa's scrumptious ass. Rachel slid her arms around Lisa's waist, gently running her hands across her soft but flat abdomen and then up her slender torso to her divine chest. Massaging Lisa's soaking wet and supple C-cups and teasing her probing nipples with the tips of her fingernails, Lisa let her arms and hands fall to her sides as she stood straight up and slowly leaned backward, molding into Rachel's body, allowing the front of Rachel's body to press up firmly against her back. Slipping her right arm backward, Rachel felt Lisa's right hand clamp firmly onto her right ass cheek, pushing her grinding pussy more solidly against Lisa's ass. Rachel could feel Lisa's fingernails grazing the wet skin as she firmly kneaded Rachel's right cheek. Tilting her head up slightly, Lisa turned it over her shoulder and her wanting mouth and tongue were devoured by Rachel's in another deep and passionate kiss. Holding Lisa's head gently and deeply in their kiss for what was a divine eternity, Rachel finally slid her succulent tongue out of Lisa's mouth and teasingly ran it down the side of her neck, over the top of her shoulder and around to her back. Molding Lisa's left breast firmly in her left hand, Rachel slid her right down the front of Lisa's wet body, slowly and sensually until she felt the wet bushel of pubic hair coursing through her fingers. Rachel felt another rush of erotic tingling invade her body as she curved her hand slowly down over Lisa's beautiful mound and to her succulent fleshy folds. Lisa's left hand cupped over Rachel's on her supple breast, squeezing it firmer as her grip on Rachel's ass cheek tightened and Lisa felt every muscle in her body stiffen with carnal desire as Rachel teased the sensitive surface of her pulsing slit with her middle and index fingers. Deep and sensual moans that drove Rachel wild began to pour out of Lisa's mouth as her breathing deepened and accelerated. Rachel slid her left arm down and wrapped it tightly around Lisa's slender torso as Lisa continued massaging and teasing her left breast and nipple. Rachel slipped her middle finger into Lisa's quivering slit, mashing her palm firmly against Lisa's beautiful mound and rotating it in a clockwise direction. With her respiration increasing to a heavy pant and her moans growing louder and deeper, Lisa's head dropped backward onto Rachel's muscled shoulder and Rachel wrapped her lips around Lisa's soft earlobe; biting and sucking it like a famished vampire. Lisa's fingernails dug deeper and deeper into the skin on Rachel's ass and she pulled Rachel's grinding mound harder against her. Feeling Lisa's gorging clit pressing against her palm Rachel slipped her middle finger out and then with teasing hesitation, jammed both her middle and index finger inside her as one. Lisa gasped deeply as they entered her and she threw her left arm around Rachel's head, grabbing a handful of her soaking wet long hair. Feeling Lisa's swollen folds spasming and her hot juices beginning to flow, Rachel increased the velocity of her circular palm motion and finger-fucking. Holding Lisa tightly against her and with every muscle strained to its limit, Rachel felt Lisa's body convulse wildly. "Oh yeah! Oh God! Oh baby!" Lisa squealed between very strained gasps. Grunting and groaning suddenly in very deep tones, almost baboon like syllables, Lisa tugged violently on Rachel's hair as her shower slick body tumbled wildly in Rachel's powerful grip. Shrieking Rachel's name at the top of her lungs, Lisa exploded with orgasm and saturated Rachel's hand in her sizzling hot love juices. Lisa suddenly slumped forward, her head and upper body mashing up against the tile wall of the shower stall. "Oh God!" Lisa wailed breathlessly. Rachel slipped her hand up from Lisa's spasming honey pot and inhaled the intoxicating fragrance of her divine sex deeply into her nostrils before gluttonously sucking the delicious remnants from her fingers. "Oh God." Lisa panted again after a few deep, gasping breaths. Still reeling from the colossal orgasms that had just ravaged her heavenly being, Lisa could only speak in one or two word sentences. "Oh Rachel." She uttered a few breaths later. "Oh baby. You're incredible." "You're welcome." Rachel purred as she slid her arms back around Lisa's waist and rested her head and breasts on Lisa's upper back, still pressing her mound against her ass. "I love you so much!" Lisa panted. "And I love you." Rachel said as she kissed and licked all over Lisa's upper back. Lisa moaned tenderly as the warm water of the shower continued to pour all over her body. With the added heat of the intense passion inflaming their seething bodies, the steam engulfing the two women was as thick as smoke. Listening to Lisa moan and purr, all the while gently grinding her pussy on her ass, Rachel just couldn't help herself. She wanted more. Slipping her right hand back from around Lisa's waist, Rachel slid it in between her mound and Lisa's ass. Lisa's body soon jolted in a pleasure filled tremor and a loud chirp of ecstasy escaped her mouth as Rachel teased Lisa's asshole with the tip of her fingernail. Lisa's hands slapped firmly back on to the tile wall and her body tensed as Rachel slowly probed the tip of her finger into her asshole. Lisa sucked in a deep, gasping breath, followed by a long and sensual moan as Rachel sank to her knees behind her. Spreading Lisa's legs, Rachel positioned her now sitting body between them and ran the flat of her tongue over Lisa's slit as she slid her middle finger deeper into Lisa's asshole. Lisa lowered her body slightly to allow Rachel easier access and Rachel was soon ravenously devouring Lisa's sex as she pumped her middle finger in and out of her tight little asshole. Reveling in the harmonious sounds of Lisa's continuous gasping and sensual moaning, it wasn't long before Rachel could sense another tsunami force wave of orgasms building up inside Lisa's body. Barely able to breathe, Lisa's body arched violently back from the tile wall and she sucked in a final gasp as every muscle in her body was straining to its breaking point. "Oh God!" Lisa finally managed to squeal. "Oh baby!" Ramming her middle finger ferociously in and out of Lisa's asshole, Rachel heard herself growl like a caged beast as she continued to gorge herself on the sizzling hot and swollen fleshy folds of the gorgeous aviator. Lisa's legs shook violently and buckled under her weight as she deposited another scrumptious serving of her sexual juices all over Rachel's mouth and chin. Lisa wailed at the top of her lungs as the orgasmic eruption tore through her body. For a moment, Rachel thought that the ravaging orgasms had driven Lisa to tears for the lovely aviator's intense shrieking sounded just like cries of agonizing pain. Gasping and straining desperately for air, Lisa stumbled back into the opposite wall of the shower stall and her body slid down the slippery wall to the floor where she curled up in a ball. With her eyes reeling and her body still trembling, Lisa grabbed her chest and Rachel feared that she might be having a heart attack. "Lisa? Lisa, are you all right?" Rachel asked as she tried desperately not to sound panicked. Not responding to her question, but continuing to pant uncontrollably and pawing at her chest, Rachel jumped to her feet. "Oh my God! I'm calling 911!" Rachel screamed. Rachel turned to open the shower stall door when Lisa suddenly reached up and grabbed Rachel's wrist. "No!" Lisa gasped. "No, it's okay. I'm okay." "Are you sure?" Rachel asked, still not convinced. "Oh Yeah." Lisa said and she smiled. "I don't think I've ever been better in my entire life." Upon seeing Lisa smile, Rachel felt relief and gently squeezed Lisa's hand. "Come back down here." Lisa continued. Lisa pulled Rachel down as she sat up and leaned against the wall. Sitting right beside Lisa and also sitting up against the wall, Rachel soon had Lisa straddling her lap and wrapped her soft, willowy arms tightly around Rachel's powerful body. Mashing C-cup to C-cup, Rachel and Lisa gazed deeply into each other's eyes. "I've never had anybody love me so much before in my whole life." Lisa whispered. "What can I say? I just can't get enough of you." Rachel whispered back. "Yeah, I noticed." Lisa smiled and she kissed Rachel on the forehead and then on the nose. "I love you so much." Rachel told her. "I know this may sound crazy, but I think you're who I've been looking for all my life." "It's not crazy at all; and do you wanna know why?" Lisa asked. "Cause I think I've been looking for you all my life too. And I'll bet you I love you more." Lisa replied. They both giggled softly and pressed their foreheads gently against each other as they softly caressed each other's body. "I love you." Rachel whispered. "I love you too. Kiss me." Lisa whispered back. Their lips came together, their mouths opened and sealed airlock tight around each other as their tongues explored the deep recesses of the other. Rachel's large embrace engulfed Lisa's smaller and delicate frame protectively like a warm security blanket and Lisa reveled in the wondrous feel of Rachel's divine encirclement as she reciprocated Rachel's unbridled desire for her. Again their kiss was so deep that they could literally taste and partake in the divine treasure of the other's precious soul. As their bodies cooled and the water turned cold, the two women got out of the shower and dried each other off. Rachel then swept Lisa up into her arms and carried her back into the bedroom. Laying Lisa's soft and delicate body back on to the bed, the two women spent the remainder of the day making sweet and tender love to each other over and over. Finally succumbing to utter exhaustion in the late afternoon, they again cuddled closely together with Lisa's smaller body again cradled in Rachel's larger and powerful embrace. "Can I ask you something, Lisa?" Rachel asked. "Sure." Lisa replied. "Do you do this sort of thing very often?" Rachel asked. "You mean pick a passenger up off a flight, have them take me to their home and fuck the shit out of them?" Lisa giggled. "Something to that effect." Rachel said. Lisa snuggled even closer up against Rachel, kissing her softly on the lips. "Actually, you're the first." Lisa said. "Really? First woman or first person period?" Rachel asked. "Both." Lisa replied. "In fact, you're the first I've been with since my ex-husband; and that's been almost two and a half years ago." Lisa offered. "You're kidding." Rachel said. "No." Lisa said almost solemnly. Rachel was taken completely aback upon learning that she was the first person to make love to this beautiful lady since her husband. "You haven't had anybody make love to you since your husband?" Rachel asked. "Nope." Lisa sighed. "Wow!!" Rachel proclaimed. "Thank you." Lisa said. "No, I didn't mean it like that. I'm just so honored that you chose me." Rachel said. "You're honored?" Lisa scoffed. "Don't you think that's a bit over the top to describe me?" Lisa asked. "Not in the least. Lisa, you are without a doubt the most passionate lover I've ever had. Your sexuality is divine. You make love from your soul. And I got to taste it." Rachel complemented. "You're not so bad yourself, my love." Lisa snapped. "So, is this the reason why we arrived in Houston twenty minutes early?" Rachel asked. "You noticed that, huh?" "As a matter of fact I did." Rachel said. "That was you?" "No, it was you." Lisa replied. "But you were the Captain, right?" Rachel asked. "One very horny captain apparently." "Like I said, it's been nearly two and a half years. I needed this really bad!" Lisa said. Rachel laughed and Lisa grabbed her by the chin and kissed her. The kiss quickly became very deep. Lisa rolled up on top of Rachel and pressed her body firmly down against her. They gently caressed each other's faces as they looked deeply into each other's eyes. "So, why did you pick me?" Rachel asked humbly. "I don't know. Just something about you seemed very special." Lisa said. "Thank you." Rachel whispered. "No. Thank you." Lisa whispered back. They fell into a deep kiss again. THE END