Chapter 3
Cathy waited for Randy Keller, the co-pilot, her nerves jangling like a sackful of bells. The other stewardesses, except for Linda, had made her feel like some oddity on display when they passed her on the debarking ramp, winking slyly at her, one even pinching her on the buttocks, another leering like some sexed-up Cheshire cat.
She felt humiliated—not for what she had done with the Captain—but because everyone on the plane had seemed to know about it. The other stews did, of course, know that she had been balled by MacAdams. But, they had made her feel as though she had been on closed-circuit television the whole time. And she wouldn't put it past them to have just such a set-up. The passengers though. Had they been just friendly or had they suspected? Did she look like a brand-new stew? Maybe her face and neck had been flushed with the rosy coloring of sexual climax. That could have been. She felt a burning still, under the light makeup. The whole thing was unnerving.
And then Randy asking to see her. What could that mean? She had told Linda about it, but her friend had only laughed and said, "See you later, kid." Was Linda still waiting for her? She felt as though she had been waiting for hours, on display like some mannequin in a department store window. If they could read her thoughts she would be totally exposed, her mind ringing with the words "Hey, look at me, I'm normal and I've just been fucked by the captain of a huge jetliner while you all were reading magazines and looking out the ports!"
She was still trying to sort out her thoughts when Randy strolled up to her and took her by the hand. At least, she thought, he wasn't leering at her. His smile was warm and casual, the kind of friendly smile she remembered her easygoing brother, Bill, always had. Bill—she hadn't thought about him in a long while. He was, well, rather a playboy, only two years older than she, handsome, tall, blond like her, a buyer for a large chain of discount stores. He traveled all over the world buying enormous lots of merchandise at ridiculously low prices.
"Come on," Randy said cheerfully, "let's get out of here and go to St. Pete. You look like a lost soul standing here."
"I—I have to meet Linda," she stammered, this being the only thing she could think of to say. "She and I are supposed to be roommates while we lay over."
Randy laughed and pulled her along with him. He led her to one of the shuttle stations where people waited to leave the terminal for the parking lot. The Tampa facilities looked ultra-modern to her. There was a lot of glass and steel, wide flooring, spacious, well-lit, lofty ceilings. The whole terminal complex seemed so logical and neat. The shuttle cars, moving on rails, looked like miniature monorails, tiny replicas of the BART system in San Francisco and the East Bay.
"Where do you think you and I are going, anyway?" he asked, as the car doors opened silently and they entered the shuttle.
She looked at him, puzzled. "I don't really know. You said you wanted to see me and I told Linda I'd meet her in the lounge."
The car moved away, whispering silently out of its station.
"Linda's long gone, Cathy," he told her. "To St. Pete, too."
"But, I don't understand ... "
"I'll explain it to you in the car," he said, squeezing her hand, which he had held on to even after they had boarded the shuttle.
Cathy's mind flooded with thoughts. She was bewildered. This was all so strange to her. She was 2500 miles from her home and was being whisked away to still another unknown destination. She looked down at her overnight bag. It was the only thing familiar to her.
She soon found herself in a little economy car which Randy drove fast over the causeway to St. Petersburg, whizzing over the waters of Tampa Bay as the sun rose over the flat expanse, shimmering gold and pink on the windless tide rolling in. He told her, quietly, that Linda had gone ahead at his request.
"I wanted to drive you over," he said. "Linda drives like a maniac anyway. You should see her on a motorcycle."
"She rides a motorcycle?" Cathy asked.
"Sure, we all do. It's one of the ways we relax between flights. A bunch of us rent a quadruplex on the beach, year-round. A lot of the stews stay there, some of the pilots; a party pad. We keep bikes there, surfboards, golf clubs, tennis racquets, booze, you name it."
Cathy looked at him. He still wasn't leering.
"It must be pretty nice," she said.
"Yes, it's nice. You'll like it. We have three days this trip. Time for you to get to see some of the beauties of Florida."
"I didn't really expect this much time off on my first trip," she said.
"Just a scheduling fluke. Too many flights out this way. Enjoy it. It'll be a long time before you get it again."
St. Petersburg was a city of contrasts, old and new. Randy wasted no time as he drove for what seemed like hours through streets that were sometimes asphalted, sometimes cobble-stoned, and just when she felt completely lost and as if they weren't ever going to arrive at a destination, she saw the blue waters of the Gulf.
"Almost there," he said. "St. Pete beach coming up."
The quadruplex was right on the beach, isolated, hemmed in by palm trees. As Randy led her past the high board fence she saw that it even had a swimming pool. She wondered why they'd need a pool with all that water out there in the Gulf of Mexico. They went upstairs. Randy took out a key and ushered her into a large living room with a kitchen and dinette leading off of it. "Bedroom's over there," he said, pointing, "bath too. Get freshened up and I'll see you in a little while. Take a shower and a nap if you like."
"Where are you staying?" Cathy asked, ingenuously.
Randy looked at her. He tried not to laugh out loud. When he saw that Cathy was serious, he stifled the urge to tease her.
"Well, if it's all right, I thought I'd stay here. We're a pretty close group. No big secrets. Linda's shacked up next door. You might not feel too comfortable with that situation right away. Linda's a mink. She'll be taking out all her frustrations as soon as she gets her makeup off. At least here there's just the two of us."
Cathy looked at the young pilot. At least, she thought, he was honest.
"Okay," she said.
Randy grinned.
"Get some sleep, Cathy. I'll do some grocery shopping, buy some steaks. I know the fridge is almost empty from my last trip here. I'll fix you a meal tonight that'll make Intercast's cuisine look like a second rate McDonald's."
He tipped his hat to her and left before she could reply. She raised her hand to wave at him, but the door was already closed. She took a hot shower, delighting in the stinging water. She was tired from her first official flight and the bed looked inviting. She slipped into her pale pink pajamas, deciding that they were decidedly too San Franciscan. She must get something lighter for Florida. She crawled between the fresh sheets and was asleep as soon as she had burrowed into the bed. The next to the last thought she had before she fell asleep was that she must ask Linda where to get her hair done. The last thought she had, and it was so fleeting she almost missed it, was that she was no longer a virgin.
When Randy returned with a bag of groceries, Cathy was fast asleep. In her restless tossing, she had shaken loose from the sheets. They lay in a tangle at her bare feet. Randy looked at her body, scarcely concealed in the flannel pajamas, her breasts visible beneath the material, the pants clinging to her crotch, the mound between her legs a prominent invitation. He put the groceries away quietly and began to take off his uniform. He hung it up in the closet next to Cathy's, next to his own civilian clothes and another uniform of his. When he was naked, he went into the bathroom where he took a quick shower. Drying off, he could see the sleeping stewardess in the next room. She had turned again and her mouth was partially open, her face relaxed. She looked much younger than she was. She looked, he thought, like an innocent child.
He slid into the bed beside her. She appeared to be sleeping deeply. She turned over on her back, her mouth closing slightly. He put a hand on her forehead, rubbing it gently. There was something exciting about Cathy lying there asleep in her flannel pajamas. He ran a hand down her leg, feeling the flesh underneath. Propped up on one elbow, he looked down at her as his hand continued to explore the contours of her body.
He felt her breasts, her tummy, his hand slipping, finally, inside the pants of her pajamas. His hand moved over the mound of her sex, to the cleft, cupping the protrusions with tenderness as though measuring the size of her box. He felt like a thief, and the feeling made him excited. His cock began to stiffen, rising like a Nike missile out of some fallow field in Nebraska, warhead loaded, waiting for the right button to be pushed. He pulled her pajama tops up so that he could look at her naked breasts. He carefully slid her pants down to her hips, just below the cunt, midway along the slopes of her buttocks.
When he saw her breasts for the first time and her girlish pussy, proudly jutting up between her legs, the fine hairs golden-tawn, his cock became fully erect, a heat-seeking missile keying in on a target. He contained himself, however, taking pleasure in the fact that the blonde stewardess was asleep and unaware of his presence. He slipped her pajama bottoms completely free of her legs. She didn't stir. His hand fondled her cunt as he gazed at its pristine beauty. He had never seen anything lovelier. He put a finger to the sex-cleft, delicately defining the lips of her pussy, tracing a path up and down the length of the twin banks, sliding into the furrow. The smooth lining was warm to his touch.
The handsome co-pilot moved his finger in and out of the cloven folds of her pussy lips, his cock already seeping preseminal fluid. Still, she didn't stir. He felt the wetness of her cunt seep through to his fingertip. Applying more pressure, he fingered her up and down the cleft, finding the entrance, teasing it, feeling it give like a sucking mouth nibbling on a tidbit. He probed inside then, pushing his finger past the puckered opening of her pussy. Her fluids drenched his finger, and the flesh pulsed as though eagerly awaiting the intrusion of an alien presence.
Randy finger-fucked her, while watching her face. She was relaxed, unaware, like some sleeping princess awaiting her prince. Cathy was asleep, but her body was alive, at least that part of her below the waist. Her pussy moved like an accordion under the deft manipulation of his finger, moving back and forth in folds of steaming pneumatic flesh as he pushed in and out, from side to side, feeling for her clit, for the trigger that would launch his rocket.
Cathy's cunt gushed with wetness, the warm fluids soaking his finger. He felt the flesh inside, soft and yielding, a bubbly mass moving with his touch, retreating before the pressure of his probing. A tiny hardness at one point caused him to concentrate his efforts on that spot. He was certain it was the girl's clitoris. He felt it harden and enlarge, push out of a small fold of flesh. He knew he was right, then. He twanged it with his finger, delighting in the way it snapped back and forth, becoming harder with each nudge, a kernel of pleasure that soon caused Cathy's hips to stir in a rocking motion.
He looked at the young girl's face. Her mouth opened again and a low moan rose from her diaphragm.
"Oh, ohhh, ooohhhhh," she sighed, her eyes still closed.
Randy was silent, his finger flicking against her clit, his hand rocking with her hips as they picked up the rhythm of his motion. He wondered, then, if she was feigning sleep. Looking at her face, in innocent repose, he decided that she really was locked in the arms of Morpheus. He wondered if she would ever wake up.
Still, her body gently rocked as he continued to finger her clitoris. He leaned over, then, and began kissing her breast. His tongue flicked over the nipple. It began to harden almost immediately. He took the brown button into his mouth, sucking on it. Her teat was soft and velvety, firm but yielding. The nipple hardened like a young acorn. He gripped her cunt, digging his finger in deeper as his own excitement continued to mount. His rigid cock was brushing up against her bare thigh leaving moist trails of precoital fluid along her flesh.
Finally, he could stand it no longer. The girl was still sound asleep, although she showed signs of awakening. Her moans were louder and her body convulsed with the tiny spasms of orgasm generated from his finger on her clit. He pulled it out and quickly drew her pajama bottoms past her ankles. He tossed them to the foot of the bed. He climbed over her and spread her legs. Her hungry cunt seemed to thrust up at him, the lips opening like a flower. He pried the flesh of her vaginal lips further apart and peered at the pink lining inside. He could smell the young musk of her rising in the room. She lay still, her legs spread wide apart, her eyes closed.
Moving up on her, he put the head of his cock at the top of her slit. He slid it down into position and felt it contact the small tight entrance. He hunched himself and rubbed the precoital fluid over the mushroomed head of his cock. Moistened, it slid further inside. He pushed gently, feeling the opening expand. The excitement was almost unbearable!
She seemed to suck him inside. The going was smooth as he continued to push until he was buried to the balls. He began to fuck her then, his rod going in and out of her pussy. She was so tight he could feel the pressure on every square inch of his shaft. He leaned over her then, and kissed her open mouth.
Cathy swam upward through layers of sleep, the dream fading swiftly.
She opened her eyes and looked up at Randy above her. She felt his cock thrusting inside. She knew she was naked below the waist. A hot flood seemed to engulf her loins and there was that insistent tingle of electricity inside. Her body shuddered with a sudden spasm and she cried aloud as her body bucked with orgasm.
"Hello there," said Randy.
"Um, hi," she said. "What are you doing?"
For an answer, he shoved hard and her eyes clouded over as the love spasm rippled through her body once again.
So, she thought, she hadn't been dreaming after all!