Chapter 1
Jeannie Morris, young, blonde, and voluptuous, stepped into the small shower stall of the twin engine plane her husband had rented for their vacation, and slipped her tight-fitting sweater over the flawless, feminine tapering of her shoulders and perfect waist to reveal the fleecy whiteness of her brassiere, which was filled with the pert, proud melons of her milk-white, teenage breasts.
Yes, this vacation had turned out to be one of the most exciting times of her life. Jeannie and her husband Tom, had rented this airplane, and had asked their friends, Patty and Ron Fisher to join them on what promised to be an intriguing and memorable journey from Los Angeles to New Orleans.
Jeannie deftly unleashed the metal clasp holding her brassiere in place to reveal the ivory smoothness of her pink-tipped teenage breasts.
As she slipped her corduroy jeans over the lithe, long shapes of her sensuous legs, she thought about how exciting and breath-taking the trip had been so far. Yes, she had seen the breath-taking rising and setting of the sun, the flawless blue of the sky, the awe-inspiring peaks of snowcapped mountains. There was a certain peace and beauty to be felt as she sailed along high in the air, far above the noise and frenetic pace of the hurried, work-a-day world.
Jeannie turned to the full-length mirror to admire her blatantly womanish body. The only garment still covering her inviting soft form was the heart-shape cloth of her bikini panties which stretched over the smoothness of her flawless buttocks as though they were painted on.
Jeannie was not a braggart, but she knew enough to know that she possessed a gorgeous body.
Yes, from the silky tassels of her sunshine hair, to the blood-red richness of her moist lips, to the unblemished smoothness of her tight breasts, to the tiny hummock of her warm, feminine belly, to the inviting, secretive fissure of the fleecy curls of her pubic vee, to the supple curves of her cheeky buttocks, to the teenage beauty of her long, inviting legs, there were few girls to rival the native beauty of Jeannie Morriss.
Jeannie slowly peeled her bikini panties over the flaring femininity of her girlish thighs and turned on the warm, inviting spray of the shower. The water bounced in fluorescent beads over Jeannie's marble-like skin, heating her teenage body to a warm mellowness. She gently lathered her naked loveliness with generous bubbles of a subtly perfumed soap. She reached between the private moistness of her delicate thighs and cleansed the downy curls of her most private orifice. She felt a satisfied twinge of sexual sensation as she slowly rubbed the secretive fissure of her virginal-like vagina.
Patty Fisher, the dark and sensuous wife of Ron Fisher, lay wide awake on the uppermost bunk of the airplane's tiny sleeping provisions.
The stark, blue moonlight bounced through the window of the cabin and played softly upon the body of Patty, which was completely nude, except for the black, sheer covering of her thin, transparent nightgown.
If any male would have stumbled upon the unprotected form of this inviting, beautiful girl, he would have been overwhelmed with uncontrollable passion. Her chest slowly rose and fell with the sensuous cadence of her deep breathing, causing the red-capped, round orbs of her large and firm breasts to expand and contract beneath the see-through film of her nighty.
Yes, there was always something, primitive, wild and irresistible about a naked and beautiful woman clothed in a dark and transparent garment. Maybe it was the fact that her gorgeous form was completely displayed, yet still covered, or maybe the dark garment hinted at the secret mysteries lying dormant between her legs. Whatever the reason, the flawless nakedness of the brown-haired teenager illuminated by the sharp light of the moon was a picture of inviting arousal.
Unlike Jeannie, Patty's beauty was dark and pagan. Her hair was the deep and rich hue of chestnuts, and her skin was naturally tan, like a gypsy or romantic enchantress.
Patty's dark beauty was the kind which could drive men wild with frantic desire and passion. But desire and passion were the furthest thoughts from Patty's mind as she lay calmly on the bunk, reflecting upon the good times she had passed with her husband and her two friends. She closed her beautiful brown eyes and was lulled softly to sleep by the humming drone of the plane's twin engines.
"Gosh!" Tom Morriss said to Ron Fisher as both men gazed out the airplane's cockpit into the nebulous bank of clouds which completely obstructed their vision, "Can't see a thing!"
"Lucky you've got an automatic pilot and all that fancy stuff," Ron replied.
"Yep," Tom said. "We'd be gonners if it wasn't for all that electronic equipment."
"Well, nothing to worry about," Tom replied. "We'll just have to stick it out."
"Where we at, anyway?" Ron asked.
"About the center of Oklahoma," Tom replied.
Jeannie and Patty emerged from the cabin's small sleeping quarters. Both teenage beauties wore blue jeans and tight-fitting jerseys.
"How's everyone!" Jeannie asked as she stepped closer into the cockpit to examine the mysterious cloud bank the tiny ship had entered.
"Oh, everyone's fine honey!" Tom said to his voluptuous teenage wife. "Just a little foggy up here, that's all."
"Just the same," Jeannie said, "I'm going to check all of the parachutes."
Jeannie moved to a small closet which contained four nylon, orange parachutes and four emergency.
Jeannie slowly and meticulously checked each piece of equipment to make sure it was in full operation.
"What are you expecting ... bad luck?"
"Oh, you know how it is, Patty. Never hurts to be sure," said the blue-eyed, pretty teenager.
The day passed rather swiftly and the weird darkness of night descended upon the tiny airplane.
The foursome were amiably seated around a small poker table and were busily engaged in sipping a few beers and laughing.
No one heard the metallic clanking sound which was echoing ever so softly, and ever so deadly in the inner recesses of the left engine. The group retired at one o'clock each of them going into a sound sleep.