Chapter 4
She didn't know how it had happened or why. She didn't care. All that mattered was that Randy was inside her with his cock and was doing things to her. She knew she was a heavy sleeper. She just hadn't realized until now how heavy. He must have enjoyed entering her like that. The dream. She couldn't remember it, but it was pleasant, warm. She had been swimming and a man or some giant sea animal had been in the water with her, rubbing over her body. It didn't matter. That was only one part of the dream. In the last part she had been in a woodland glade. A man had raped her, but gently. She had felt that and lived it vividly. Now that she was awake, she knew that the delicious feelings she had had were real. The orgasms, not jolting ones, but ones that were filled with electricity, had been real too.
As deeply as she had been asleep, so now, in contrast, was she wide awake. All of her senses were alert. She had crossed the borderline between somnolence and wakefulness with a surge and now felt as though she had been given a drug, a shot of adrenalin that poured through every nerve end, every fibre of her flesh, so that she was like a woman high on speed. She ground her cunt around the shaft of Randy's cock, impaling herself on its splendid length with a joy that Randy found incredible. A girl just didn't wake up out of her beauty sleep (which had been, after all, only a short nap) and get amorous in the middle of the day. There were no soft lights, no romantic melodies floating on the air. It was broad daylight! And yet, Cathy was alive, more alive than he was!
She wondered about herself, too. Randy's cock inside her was like a tubular dispenser of amphetamines. She could almost feel the dusty chemicals flowing into her bloodstream, a million minuscule particles of white floury substance that made her senses sing like a thousand violins. Each stroke of his deep-delving cock seemed to hook her more, bring her more fully awake, if that was possible.
The daylight, too, acted on her in a strange way. She was glad for it. She liked looking up at Randy's face as he stroked her. She liked his chest, hairy and bare as a swimmer's, rising up and down over her. There was something magical about him, something intense that she would have missed in darkness. His dark good looks, his muscular body, were something new to her, something she wanted to gulp down like a forbidden potion. She didn't care if he thought she was brazen. This had never happened to her before and she didn't intend being shy about it. Not after Captain MacAdams!
Now, in the light of day, she could find out if last night had been a fluke, a romantic interlude at over 20,000 feet in a pressurized cabin with the captain of a jetliner. Any girl would tumble under those circumstances. Any girl would get excited, if it were the first time, under conditions like those. Would the same girl be as passionate, she wondered, the very next morning with a different man in broad daylight?
For an answer, Cathy thrust her pussy up as Randy's cock came down. She felt a sudden sinking sensation as though she were in a plummeting elevator. The blood seemed to drain from her head, leaving her giddy, while her loins burned with the intensity of a steel furnace. A long sigh escaped her as his cock slid down her sheath and sparked her swollen clit. Her cunt felt as though he had shoved a magnesium flare inside it, the warmth spreading through her body in searing waves.
"Oh, Randy," she breathed, "that was soooo good!"
"Did you come?" he asked, knowing that she had.
"I haven't stopped coming since I woke up."
"You're quite an amazing chick, Cathy."
She reached up and threw her arms around his neck. She drew him down on her, delighting in the tactile contact she had instigated herself. She kissed him full on the lips, pushing, at the same time, with her pussy, so that there was a brazen connection between the double contacts. Randy did not miss the point and returned her kiss eagerly, his tongue prying her lips open, rubbing hers with the tip of his.
His hands gripped her flesh as he bore down on her, pushing into her pussy with renewed vigor. When he had first started exploring the sleeping beauty's naked body he hadn't known, for sure, where it would lead. She could have been angry at him; she could have been "out of the mood." But no, Cathy was more than he had expected. No wonder MacAdams had emerged from the cabin near exhaustion! The captain had tied into some woman! And so, now, had he, himself!
He had to concentrate to keep from blowing his come like a geyser inside the warm cunt of Cathy. She seemed to envelop him in an erotic grip, as though urging him to spew his sperm at the end of each stroke. The way she pushed upward, impaling his entire shaft, now slickened with her juices, made it difficult for him to hold back. Yet he didn't want to uncouple so soon. He didn't want to lose this sexual contact with the young stewardess. She opened and closed her eyes, ran her hands and fingers over his body as though begging him to give her all of himself. He was surprised, in fact, that he was able to use his concentration. His instincts told him to give himself up to her, pound her cunt with all his might and let her have the whole load.
Cathy herself was in an almost mindless state of ecstasy. Her body seemed to be part of his, a strange Siamese connection that brought her pleasure she had never known before. His thick hard cock filled her tight cunt like a ballooning sausage, sending tingles through her flesh in all directions. She pushed upward harder each time he plunged inside, trying to stuff every inch of his rod inside her. She could feel its tip pushing through to the mouth of her womb, rubbing every bubble of flesh on the upstroke as he withdrew. As though afraid he would come uncoupled, she drew his body to hers each time he backed away. Then, when he would plunge in again, her senses gathered in a rush of ecstatic sensations, all colors, wispy with fire, trembling in a kaleidoscope of sensory vibrations.
Randy wondered why a girl like Cathy, so obviously in the throes of pleasure, was so silent about it. She moaned, but she never spoke. That she was turned on was obvious. Her body told him that. Her cunt, a grasping, clutching, sucking anemone, shouted the ecstasy she felt. The shudders, the quick starts when he plunged home, spoke volumes. Her clit was like a tripwire setting off hundreds of explosions, a series of them, crackling through her flesh like tracer bullets. Could she, he wondered, be struck dumb by the very experience of sex? Was she shy, unable to express her baser emotions? Usually, he knew, a girl would say something, especially when she was half out of her mind with the sheer joy of getting fucked like this. Some of them would say anything that popped into their heads. He had heard them cry out "Daddy," "Cunt," "Sonofabitch,"—all manner of expletives.
Cathy hadn't said one word on her own since he'd begun fucking her.
"Do you like this?" he asked, struck with the urge to see if she could communicate through speech. Her body was doing enough, but he wasn't totally satisfied with that.
"Uh huh," she said.
"Don't you ever feel like talking about it?"
Her eyes opened and she looked at him, something inside of her melting.
"I—I've never, never had this before," she said simply.
"What?"
"The captain ... MacAdams ... he was the first."
"Jesus," Randy breathed. "I heard it, but I didn't believe it. I thought Mac was putting me on."
"No," she said, "that was the first time for me."
"Holy Fuck!" Randy exclaimed.
Unconsciously, they had both stopped their rhythmic copulation. Then, slowly, he began to stroke her again, delving inside her sheath to the core of her cunt with a steady, slow travel that brought a glaze to her eyes, a slackness to her mouth. He was still puzzling over his good fortune, for he was certain that's what it was. Cathy was one in a million. No, she was one in ten million! What the hell did he care if she said anything or not? It didn't matter a damned bit, really. And yet, her lack of vocal response told him a great deal about her. She was a virgin, truly a virgin, in more ways than one!
"What do you want me to say?" she asked, breaking into his thoughts.
"Nothing," he said, at first. Then, "Well, anything you feel like. I mean if this turns you on, you don't have to be a mummy, you know."
"It turns me on."
"Don't you know the words?" he asked.
"The words?"
"Erotic words. Like fuck, cock, suck, you know."
She bit her lip. He was still stroking her slow, "turning her on." She had heard the words before, of course. She just had never used them herself. They seemed alien to her, part of the world of naughty jokes, giggling girls bragging about their sex knowledge over lunch, crude words that rough men used, words, that degraded women or men, animal sounds that had nothing to do with love and affection. She had been sure such language was, at the least, inappropriate among mature people.
Now, she didn't know. She had grown up so much, learned so much in the past twenty-four hours. And here was Randy asking her to mouth some of those same words that had made her blush with shame and close her ears up in humiliation many times before.
Maybe such words had a purpose after all, an erotic purpose that had escaped her until now.
"Fuck me, Randy," she ventured, her voice trembling. Her voice seemed far away, alien to her.
"What did you say?" he asked.
"Fuck me, fuck me." Louder this time.
"Oh, wow, Cathy," he said. "Right on!"
Emboldened by his praise, she ran the words through her mind, trying to fit them into sentences. There was something very exciting about saying them. A new dimension had been added to the lovemaking already.
"I love to fuck," she said. "I love your cock inside me ... inside my ... my ... "
"Go ahead, say it, Cathy. Get it out. Cunt!"
"I love your cock inside my ... my cunt!"
He held her very tightly as the words of sex poured through him. He continued to encourage her to vocalize as his passions reached new heights of arousal. Every time she spoke the magic four-letter words, it was all he could do to keep from exploding inside her.
Cathy herself found that saying the words heightened her desire. It was as if the uttered syllables were stroking her libido. Each forbidden sound made her bolder, more erotically aroused.
"Fuck me, Randy," she breathed. "Fuck me with all your might!"
Randy looked at her, feeling the sincerity of her words.
He drove into her with renewed excitement, plunging his shaft to the mouth of her womb. He felt her pussy tighten around it and his juices boiled with a gathering force. He hurried, then, knowing he could last no longer. Cathy was too hot. Her words were a flood now, all disconnected, just words, floating to his ears, hot and searing, mindless animal urgings, the pleadings of a creature begging for mercy in the face of a superior being.
"I'm coming, I'm coming," she sobbed, finally, her body thrashing in the throes of orgasm. "Oh, Randy, I'm coming so much!"
"God, me too," he shouted, his mind totally blown by this young woman who gave so much of herself.
Their passionate embrace gave way to a lassitude after they both ceased their anticlimactic shudderings. The afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the apartment, throwing shadows around the room at every opportunity. Cathy let out a long sigh and opened her eyes, finally, to look at Randy. He seemed to be sleeping.
"Are you asleep?" she asked.
His eyes opened.
"No, just resting. Why?"
"I just wanted to thank you."
"Thank me? Hell, Cathy, I should thank you! In fact I will thank you." He leaned over and gave her a big brotherly kiss. "Thank you, lover!"
"Ummm, thanks for that," she sighed.
"Hey, let's not overdo it," he kidded. "And, if you know what's good for you, you'll have a bite to eat with me and then get some rest."
"I don't know if I'm hungry or not, Randy. At least, not for food."
The co-pilot grinned at her.
"Just the same. You'll need your strength for tonight."
She sat up on the bed, her nude body curved like a nymph's, the perspiration gleaming on her skin. The humidity in Florida was high.
"Tonight?" she asked. "What's tonight?"
He reached over and traced a finger over her breast. She winced with pleasure.
"Tonight, Cathy, my love, you're going to get your ground school initiation. It's what we call a 'layover orgy.' Or, some call it the 'layover lay' period.
"I thought making it with the captain on the first flight was the only initiation."
"Traditionally, yes, but we at Intercoast have our own special initiation. But, don't worry about it. We've never lost a new stew yet." Randy laughed and hopped from the bed, seemingly full of energy.
"Are you going to leave?" she asked.
"Nope. Just going to call Linda and then fix something to eat. You, my little lover, can just turn over and get some sleep."
"I—I don't think I'm sleepy," she said truthfully. She felt oddly exhilarated, her body tuned up to a high pitch. Seeing him naked before her gave her loins an erotic twinge. No, she wasn't at all tired, although she knew she should have been.
"Well, neither am I, but I'm going to catch forty winks after lunch."
"Okay," she grinned, "so will I."
Randy gave a mock frown.
"If we try it together, I doubt if either of us will get so much as one wink."
Their laughter filled the room and Cathy felt a sense of belonging for the first time in her life.
Later, when they had dressed, Randy called Linda and talked to her for a long time while Cathy helped with the lunch. When the call was over, he told Cathy what they had talked about.
"It's all set. Linda's waiting for you next door. She's sleepy too and just finished eating lunch. You trot over there, get a nap and I'll stretch out here. We'll have our party later in the evening."
Cathy looked disappointed.
"Hey, Cathy, it's for the best. You won't get any sleep here and besides, Linda has twin beds in her pad. I'll see you tonight." Cathy sighed and accepted Randy's explanation, but she realized, to her shock and amazement, that she was still horny as hell.