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It was a dark and damp January morning in Sussex, England, and the orange glow of the formidable grey street lamps shone bright illuminating the light drizzle that began to fall. In a small box room, in a small mid terrace house, an alarm woke 24-year-old flight attendant Kate Michaels from her erotic dreams. Sleeping on her stomach like she always did, her long auburn hair was strewn across the pillow, her slender tanned arms cradled the downy silk. Wrapping her soft tanned legs around the Chinese silk duvet, Kate turned her head, her eyes slowly peeking at the bright face of the clock, momentarily thinking of her schedule before realising that today she was flying to Goa. Ten days in the Indian sunshine, just what a girl needed, she thought, as she turned her tired body on to her back embracing the feel of the soft duvet. She slid her small hand over her tummy and rested it just above her womanhood. Almost in a trancelike state, she parted her thighs slightly and moved her hand lower, feeling the warmth and smoothness from her beauty treatment. Covering her mound, she spread her fingers whilst parting the soft folds of her lips, relishing the touch. No time to play, she wickedly grinned as she kicked the duvet off and went to shower. Now sitting on the bed, wearing the obligatory white bra, Kate dried and braided her wavy, shoulder length, auburn hair. The young air hostess applied perfect subtle make-up to her high cheekbones. The dark mascara emphasized her eyes with a hint of mixed brown shadow teasing her eyelids. Her lips were perfect, neither too full nor too thin, and their lusciousness was accentuated with a fine lip liner prior to applying deep rose blush lipstick with a thin brush, Kate perfected the art with the equal precision of a renaissance painter. Ruffling a smoke pewter (uniform standard) sheer stocking, she carefully stretched her long smooth leg into the silk and then the other, attaching them to an overpriced, satin suspender belt, purchased on a whim. White cotton briefs followed before Kate slowly dropped the crisp white uniform shirt over her head, careful not to disturb her hair and make-up. As usual, she struggled with the back zip fastener before stepping into the rose tartan kilt and matching bolero jacket. Looking into the full-length mirror she saw a girl with a complexion the most beautiful shade of olive, which complemented the deep red uniform. She stepped into 3-inch black court shoes, and a small beret and white gloves completed the Scottish image. Kate arrived at the airport amid the hustle of different crews checking in and out, sounds of hellos and goodbyes echoing around the lounges. With the cabin crew briefing over, 11 flight attendants were taken out to the Lockheed L1011 TriStar aircraft for their pre flight duties. Kate descended to the under floor galley where caterers were loading meal carts. She changed into her cabin shoes and began her not so glamorous duties of counting meals, setting up the onboard computers, etc., and much of the flight she spent downstairs cooking meals, sending up meal carts and bar trolleys so the crew could serve 393 passengers. Towards the end of the flight, the young hostess sat on a small bar box, slouching against a meal cart, when she heard the rumble of the lift. Strands of her wavy hair had fallen from the neat braid and she looked flushed from moving trolleys in and out of the lifts. The back of her shirt was unzipped, allowing her some freedom from the mandarin collar, her shapely back clearly visible. The crested kilt pin, which was worn but never attached to secure the kilt, allowed her to open it, as she sat with her legs extended, exposing her stockings and suspender with a slight view of her white briefs. She felt cool this way, as the wool kilts were prone to itching. Besides, she wasn’t expecting company at that time, not the first officer anyway. The sound of the small lift coming down didn’t surprise Kate but to see Tom stepping out of it did. His eyes roamed over the delightful vision and she smiled shyly, as he appreciatively inspected what was in front of him. She felt uncomfortable knowing that if she stood and turned her back to him, he would see her lace bra and exposed, tanned back. “Umm, did you want something,” she asked Tom, very quickly adjusting her kilt, sitting up from her slouched position. The first officer grinned widely, “Nothing special, I was just stretching my legs and thought I would see how it was going down here,” he spoke, his gaze not leaving the lower half of her body. Most of the crew liked to take refuge in the under floor galley at some point of a long haul flight so his visit, whilst not expected, wasn’t unusual. “Err if you give me a minute I’ll find the fruit platter for you to take back up,” Kate spoke, not giving him the opportunity to find a metal bar box and settle down with her. “Can you just…” and with her slim finger she motioned him to turn around whilst she clumsily stood up and tried to get the zip on the back of her blouse fastened to regain some decorum. “Sure,” he grinned, but instead of turning away he approached her in two paces, which wasn’t difficult in the confined galley area. She smiled back at him in a childlike puzzled manner. “Umm my zip, I just need to fix…” Kate was stopped by the movement of his extended arms towards her, standing at 5 ft 6 in height and with an inch heel on her cabin shoes; her chin was almost level to his shoulder. His hand lingered a little too long on her back as he very slowly moved the zipper up, his fingertips gently touching her skin in a deliberate seductive fashion. He dipped his head, his mouth close to her exposed neck; she felt his breathing so close to her ear and just for a brief second she motioned her neck a little to the side, expecting to feel his lips. His action, not lasting more than a few seconds, momentarily aroused Kate as she looked up, her vibrant eyes holding the gaze of his. She said simply “Thanks” and stepped away, breaking the moment. Turning to the hidden galley counter, Kate placed both hands on the shiny metal surface. She gazed out of the tiny window at the black sky in order to gain some composure. She did not want to get involved with flight deck, no matter how handsome he was. A cocky, self assured first officer was far from the type of man she would normally be attracted to and she wondered how many girls had he fucked in the dimly lit under floor galley. “Oh my god what am I thinking,” she murmured, berating herself, almost loud enough for Tom to hear, but thankful for the groans of the engines camouflaging her words. She turned around as he was opening the crew meal cart, reaching for the fruit platters. “I’ll take these up for you, if you like,” he smiled and continued, “Only a few hours to go and we’ll be in our beds.” With that he placed the platter on the small lift shelf and returned to the main cabin. Kate grinned, looking at the lift door. “I wonder whose bed you will be sleeping in, first officer Tom Clancy, because it won’t be mine.” The bus arrived at the Leela Palace pulling up in front of the main reception with its luxurious designed porch based on the 13th century Vijayanagara Palace opulent architecture. The spotlights shining, highlighting the magnificent entrance, all was quiet apart from the sounds of crickets, the chatting of crew and the clicking of the girls’ heels on the glossy ceramic tiles as they approached the reception desk to check in for their week’s stay. Kate and her friend, Samantha, agreed to share a room for a couple of days due to an error with the crew booking. It was an hour or so since the debrief and despite the early hours of the morning the girls were having their nightcap, giggling in their room. Although Samantha spoke freely that she had taken a shine to Tom, Kate decided not to mention the incident with the first officer; it was just silliness after all. It was already past lunch time when the girls awoke and they spent the rest of the day with the crew on the breathtaking sun kissed, bleached sand of the Mobar Beach, fringed by tall palms. The Arabian Sea was the perfect backdrop to a chilled out afternoon as they soaked up the sun. Returning to their room after enjoying early ‘sundowners,’ they saw a note from the captain saying, ‘Eating here, meet at 7 at the bar.’ Realising they didn’t have much time to get ready, they blasted the room with Simply Red’s ‘Stars’ on the iPod speakers, poured gin and tonics from the mini bar and took their showers. Half an hour later Kate was dressed in black, calf length, cotton leggings, an off the shoulder, flame red, silk gypsy top and soft, black leather ballet pumps. Her hair was roughly scraped up, tendrils falling, shaping her lightly tanned face. She wore just enough make-up to blossom her sultry look, mascara emphasised her dark eyes. Her lips were lightly painted with a gloss pink covering. She was ready to leave. The Yali Lounge overlooked the tropical gardens and lagoons. By the time they arrived most of the crew was sitting on soft armchairs and sofas around a long, golden, gilded marble table, in keeping with the palatial décor of the hotel. The captain was the first to stand and greet Kate and Samantha who both smiled a warm ‘hello’ in return and said hi to everyone. Some time later, having eaten a lavish meal of Goan shrimp curry in the Susegado restaurant, the crew returned to the Yali lounge. There was only a handful left when Kate’s attention was drawn to two men approaching the table. Tom Clancy sat next to Samantha. “Hey guys,” he smiled a huge boyish grin and continued, “How is everyone this evening.” Echoes of “Hi” followed. The tall stranger standing away from the group was ushered forward and found a seat opposite Kate. “This is Marcus, he just got in this afternoon from Mumbai. He’s spending the week with us,” Tom advised, grinning at his friend. “Hello,” volunteered Marcus, amid the chatter of the crew. Kate joined the others and welcomed the new handsome face, mischievously thinking how much brighter the evening had become. She observed that he was probably around 36 years, about 6 ft 4. He had dark, deep set eyes, a quizzical brow, defined cheekbones and almost jet black short hair. He was dressed in casual dark Ralph Lauren jeans and a classic plain white T-shirt. There was something rugged about him but refined at the same time, thought Kate. “Fucking drop dead gorgeous,” Sam had whispered about him. By midnight, the group had dwindled down to Kate, Sam, Tom and Marcus, the latter barely speaking and Sam and Tom engrossed in each other. Their sudden desire to go for a walk left Kate and Marcus alone. “Have you been to Goa before, Marcus?” asked Kate, in an effort to break the silence. “No,” he replied sharply, his gaze intimidating her. Therefore, the invitation to join him outside on the terrace surprised her and before she had time to answer he took her wine glass and led the way to two grand wicker chairs with deep red, plush velvet cushions. Kate’s small frame was lost in the grandeur of the furniture as she sat looking up at Marcus who hovered before going to the bar for cognacs. She slipped off her ballet pumps and wriggled her toes, pleased to be free from their constraints. Tucking her small tanned feet with shiny, red, painted toenails under her shapely rear, Kate leaned back and looked over to the lagoon, waiting for Marcus to return. A waiter followed him across the lounge full of original antiques to where Kate was sitting. He placed a silver tray with two cognacs and a pack of Marlboro Light cigarettes on the low glass table and left the couple. Kate looked up at Marcus in surprise. “I overheard you say that you occasionally smoke but you didn’t have any, I’ll join you now we’re alone and won’t be bothering anyone else.” Kate was taken aback by his consideration and gladly took the cigarette that Marcus placed in his mouth and lit for her. The small intimate gesture seemed a natural thing for him to do and for her to accept. Kate smiled her thanks. Although conversation didn’t flow, this time the silence wasn’t imposing, both were content listening to the crickets talking and the song of a solitary bullfrog in the lagoon. Although he offered little conversation, Marcus acknowledged Kate’s teasing, transfixed on everything she said, forever looking at her intensely beautiful eyes. It was almost 2 am when they both decided to leave. The Indian night air was warm as they walked along the small paths amid the lush landscaped gardens filled with bougainvillea plants that had entwined themselves in the gigantic trees. Approaching her room, Kate stopped in her tracks as she heard the erotic murmurs of lovemaking. It was clear that Sam was not alone; it was also clear that Kate was now without a room to sleep in. As Kate walked away from the moans of her friend’s pleasure she found a seat under a large pagoda, proudly encased in jasmine. Small blossoms fell as she brushed her hand against the bush, wondering what to do. Marcus stood in front of her, staring at the radiant beauty. The fragrant perfume of the jasmine made her head spin, the consumed alcohol made her sleepy. She wanted her bed, she wanted this man’s arms around her, she just didn’t know which she wanted more. Before Kate had further time to think, Marcus took her hand and led her to the suite he was sharing with Tom. “You can have the bed, I’ll take the couch,” he shared, as he walked around the luxurious room switching on the small terrace and desk lamps. He took a white cotton shirt from the closet and left it on the bed, muttering that she could use it if she wanted. Kate excused herself, making her way to the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she immediately took a step back and sat on the edge of the bath allowing her breaths to become rapid, shy to be alone with him, yet dangerously aroused and wanting the mysterious Marcus. Marcus was smoking a cigarette on the terrace with thoughts of Kate. Never before had he seen a woman who immediately captivated his attention. He spent his evening looking at her at every opportune moment, observing the way she smiled, she laughed, listened to others, the tone of her voice - he absorbed it all. He feared that his shyness was mistaken as indifference or even arrogance but he was mesmerised and enchanted. In such a short space of time she had unknowingly bewitched him and he wanted her. His eyes averted to Kate as she approached the patio doors applying lip balm with her small finger, outlining the shape of her inviting mouth, not realizing the effect such an action was having on him. The terrace and desk light had been switched off; only the small spotlights hidden in the gardens lit the terrace, shining a slight orange glow into the room. “Are we out here?”.... “Are you okay?” they both asked simultaneously. Marcus was sitting on the two-seater wicker sofa. “I was just having a smoke,” he said offering his lit cigarette to her. Kate accepted it and placed a bright orange floral cushion on the floor by his feet so they could share their pleasure, drawing her knees up like a child, a slight pressure of her body against his leg, as she sat close. Kate could smell the scent of his cologne and detected an ambiance that wasn’t there at the Yali lounge. Neither spoke. An electricity of wanton lust ran through her body, she felt her nipples become erect and brush against her bra, a flutter of butterflies deep inside her, a powerful tingle between her thighs. “Sleepy?” asked Marcus, leaning forward close to her ear, breaking the silence. Kate nodded and released a breath she hadn’t thought she was holding. His words made her tremble. Neither moved, both spellbound by the panorama of stars in the Goa sky. With a clear night, the sheer volume of stars and their brightness was intoxicating, almost as intoxicating as the scent of her perfume, thought Marcus. Another cigarette was lit. Marcus observed everything that was naked in front of him, the shape of her slender tanned neck that he longed to kiss right there, the smoothness of her shoulders that he wanted to trail his tongue along. The reaction in his loins confirmed how much he wanted her. Kate wanted to feel his lips on her neck, to feel a trail of his tongue along her shoulders as she hunched them up almost as if he has touched her. Neither moved, neither spoke. Unexpectedly, Marcus stood in front of Kate, staring down at her exquisite beauty. She looked up at him in surprise, puzzlement filling her eyes. He could see a sparkle in them that made him want to lie naked with her in his strong arms, made him want to wake her up in the morning and mount her with a slow gentle strength. Still standing tall, he offered his hand to help Kate to her feet. Standing in front of her, his hand reached up and very gently he drew his fingers down across her eyelids, causing her to shut her beautiful dark hazel eyes. He could feel a slight tremor going through her lithe body as she stood before him, the touch of his fingers on her face making her jump inside. She kept her eyes closed; his touch was like fire and ice, as his hand traced her jaw line from ear to ear. Marcus stepped forward, lowering his head, ready for their first kiss. She had been waiting to feel his lips, had wondered what it would feel like to be in his arms. As he slid one hand around her waist, Kate looked in his eyes until the last possible moment when she was sure his lips would touch hers. Her mouth slightly open, her eyes now closed, Marcus seductively spoke in a deep voice against her mouth. “Don’t bite,” he grinned, seeing her lips poised for his. Kate smiled at his teasing, enjoying the feel of his voice vibrating against her moist lips. She ran her tongue around her mouth. “I won’t,” she whispered, once again offering her lips ready for his kiss. He embraced her body with strong arms, tightly pulling her close, his hands firm on the small of her back, her breasts pressing his chest. He looked into her eyes and saw a bright crisp longing. Bathed in desire, Kate’s breathing stopped as his lips touched hers, parting them with his tongue. Warm, glowing waves of passion crashed over then as they greedily explored each other's mouth, kissing, feeling, and experiencing each other completely. She was completely lost in his kiss as her hands glided over his back and arms. His hand instinctively roamed downward to caress Kate’s bottom, causing her to utter a little moan at his adventurous touch. She could feel the warm strength of his hands as they moved up and explored under the silk top, causing her to tremble with both fear and excitement. Usually in total control of a situation, Marcus found himself on unfamiliar territory, not wanting to do or say the wrong thing. He desired to take her on the terrace, she desired him to take her there, and instead he slid his left arm under her knees, and lifted her into his embrace. At the same time she placed her arms around his neck, holding him, pulling his head down to kiss her again, this time with lust and passion. Their tongues met, intertwined, and then explored. Experiencing the depths of Kate's luscious mouth, Marcus crossed the threshold of the terrace, carrying her inside and towards the king size bed. Standing at the foot of the bed, he whispered, "Should I stop?" "Yes, you should, yes we should - but don't," Kate replied, as he eased the gypsy top from her shoulders, letting it drop to her waist. He trailed butterfly kisses along her shoulders whilst he expertly unclasped her bra, exposing her shapely breasts. With a sharp intake of breath, Marcus pulled Kate toward him as he sat on the edge of the bed, his mouth hovering near her breasts. Kate eased forward to meet his longing touch. Slowly cupping her left breast in his right hand, his mouth encircled her beauty, gently licking her nipple with his expert tongue. Gradually he sucked gently at her bud as Kate run her fingers through his thick hair, softly moaning at his teasing ministrations. She pulled his head tighter against her bosom, sighing a long low moan of passion. Eager to please, Marcus trailed his tongue across to her other breast - neither to be neglected. Working around her swollen nipple, he sucked eagerly as before. His hands, which had been massaging the base of Kate’s spine all the while, slid around to her front. With a trail of feint licks he moved his attention to the crease between her legs, visible now through the black cotton leggings. He drew his finger down the shape of her mound, feeling her moistness through the cotton fabric, pushing it slightly inside her quivery hole. With a burning passion in his eyes he looked up at Kate, whispering against her ear, "God! You smell so good. You know by now that I want to seduce you slowly and make you so breathless and aroused that you cannot resist me?” Looking down into his arduous eyes, she didn’t answer but thought, ‘But I also want you to just overpower me and take me aggressively, strongly and deeply.’ Marcus could not resist the temptation to slide his hands inside the rear of her leggings and found she wasn’t wearing panties. He nuzzled into her crotch as Kate instructed him to remove the last item of clothing. A gasp emitted from his lips as Marcus gazed upon her delicious naked body, suffocating in the hot smells of her arousal. Wanting to feel his skin, Kate motioned him to stand whilst she tugged at his t-shirt trying to free it from his jeans; she looked up at him with an intoxicating smile, grinning at her futile efforts. He teased her with raised eyebrows as he noticed her request to strip and eased the shirt from his waistband. Kate’s hands took over, feeling the dark hair on his chest as the shirt fell to the floor and her hands began unbuckling his belt. She pulled it free of the loops in his jeans, unbuttoning the fabric and slowly eased down the zipper. The swollen head of his manhood was visible in his black shorts. Kate responded by reaching inside his briefs, sliding them down. Freed from confinement, his cock sprang up inflamed with desire for her. “Mmmm,” Kate groaned, her hands firm on Marcus’s arse, as she licked and sucked his nipples, burying her face in to the fine, soft hairs of his chest. Marcus lifted her naked body in his arms and laid her down. Unable to resist her delicious seductive lips, he flicked his tongue on hers, gently nibbling then pulling away, teasing Kate as he moved down to find the sensitive pulse in her naked throat inviting his caresses. He searched for her breasts, tormenting them with his hands then his tongue and lips. She began to wriggle, gasping with pleasure as he slid over her naked body easing his hips between Kate’s knees, gliding further down her body. Marcus kissed her tummy, opening her under him, letting his lips taste the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Lifting her knees to open her more easily, he slid his shoulders under her slender thighs, moving closer to Kate’s warm wetness. He gazed upon her womanhood, feeling his penis harden even more. She began moaning softly and cradled his head, pulling him tightly against her beckoning vagina. He eased her legs wider, making her lower against him. Slowly reaching down, he spread the lips of her vulva to visually enjoy each tiny fold, each crease, each wrinkle of Kate’s now soaked pussy. His strong, wet tongue plumbed the depths of her tightness, licking and sucking her boldly. He probed her with his tongue, her wetness the target of his desire. He sucked her clit slowly into his mouth, her body sweet, sensuous and responsive under him, her hips shifting to push herself higher to meet his eager mouth. The musky fragrance of her juices filled his nostrils as he explored further, slowly licking the full length of Kate's slit with his extended tongue. Just as she thought there could be no more exquisite pleasure he inserted a finger deeply into her vagina and felt her body shudder with excitement. Probing deeply, in and out, exploring Kate’s inside. He pulled his finger completely out, then plunged deep again as he sucked rhythmically at her clit, his fingertips teasing up into her tightness, exploring every velvety curve of her inner wall. “Don’t tease me Marcus,” Kate pleaded, not being able to stand the anticipation that he was building up, knowing that it wouldn’t take long for her first orgasm. This confident lover knew he was helping to make her body tingle and glow. Feeling so vulnerable she grasped his head, afraid he would stop. Kate moaned and gasped in pleasure. “God Marcus you are going to make me cum,” she exclaimed, her eyes closed, relishing the pleasure she was receiving. He inhaled her excitement, sucking her juices, her wetness dripping down his chin. Kate quivered and thrust against his lips, tongue and face, bucking and giving herself to him. His fingertips curled up inside her to caress her very sensitive, hot, wet cunt. “Sshhhhhh... just quiver against me.” Marcus broke away and held her whilst she continued to shudder in a gush of pleasure, his fingers still inside her feeling the height of her climax. Kate moaned, her hands gripping his arms, her nails digging in until the spasms of her orgasm subsided. She sighed in pure pleasure, grinning and jerking as Marcus removed his soaked fingers from her oversensitive hole and placed them in his mouth. He looked at her flushed face, her passionate eyes and kissed her red lips, letting Kate taste her sweetness. Still breathing fast, his hardness apparent against Kate’s soft thighs, pleasure jolted up Marcus’s body like a lightning bolt and he longed to take her. Unable to control his passion for the enchantress any longer, he rolled her on top of him so she could control him. Sitting on Marcus, she guided his wet, throbbing cock, allowing him to motion up inside her. Kate moved very gently, knowing that she was teasing this perfect lover. As she leaned forward, Kate placed her hands either side of Marcus’s head. His strong hands caressed her breasts, her naked shoulders; they slid down her arms, finding her curving erotic hips. Kate kept slowly moving her body, still tingling from her recent orgasm. The sensation of her hot, wet cunt sliding up and down his cock made him swell even more as she started to move against his thrusts. Suddenly Marcus effortlessly put Kate on to her back, never separating their bodies. He groaned as she clenched her pussy, her quivering tightness pulsating against him. He eased his cock out of her, making Kate moan in frustration. No sooner did he withdraw from her, he then arched forward once more so the tip of his throbbing cock pressed down and in her wet hole, taking her body more deeply. Marcus thrust faster and deeper now, driving into Kate hard. She wrapped her legs around his wide frame, jerking up to meet his thrusts, holding on to his arse. At the same time that he felt Kate was close to orgasm, an intense wave of pleasure spread through his entire body. “I am so close,” she cried. Her hips rose to meet his descent. “Fuck me harder,” she exclaimed. Her words aroused Marcus’s passion even more, as he plunged his hardness. His cock head swelled, he was so close to releasing his hot cum. “Please, NOW!!" she screamed. Marcus groaned when he heard her sigh of surrender, her erotic gasps and after a few more hard strokes they both came together, his explosive semen erupting inside her. Feeling drained, Marcus very gently rolled to his back, his cock slowly easing out of her as their fluids leaked from her swollen, quivering pussy, their breathing heavy and their mouths dry. They turned and faced each other, tenderly kissed and slept entwined. A symphony of bird song woke Kate early. Easing herself away from the arms of Marcus, she made her way to the shower. Cleansing her body of the night of lust, she returned to her lover, swamped in his shirt, her hair damp, and her body fragranced with apple soap. Her dark eyes spoke of her desire as she slid under the sheet preparing to arouse her lover once more, yearning for more of his touch. Marcus groaned as he felt her wet lips take his cock, remembering the hot, erotic lover he had in his bed. His desire for her made him swell quickly as Kate seduced him to exquisite relief. They continued to devour each other all morning and remained blissfully inseparable and aroused for the remainder of the trip. Kate was allocated her own room. They took the old rickety train to the Dudhsager Waterfalls, where the young hostess watched with fear as Marcus and the male crew members spent the journey on top of the carriages. They visited local bazaars, spent hours on the beach, ate by candlelight, made love beneath the moonlight sky until Marcus returned to London the day before Kate. On her own flight, the doors were set to automatic; pushback had begun. Kate glanced out the window and took what was to be her last look at Goa and smiled, wondering where she would be next month. |
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