Chapter 3
Kitty hadn't had the nerve to look at the flight engineer as she left the cockpit. It was one thing to fuck a stranger. It was something else again to do so while another stranger watched. Kitty wasn't that uninhibited.
To make matters worse, she smelled like a whore. At least she thought she did. The only aroma was that of a sexually aroused woman; not at all unpleasant to the olfactory senses of a man. Fortunately, the first class section was quiet. Everyone seemed to be asleep.
Except for one person, that is. The light over Jack Dudley's seat was on. He looked up just as Kitty stepped into the cabin. Before she could turn away, he raised his hand and waved her over.
"Yes, Mr. Dudley, what can I do for you?"
"That's sure a leading question, Miss." He looked at her name tag. "Kitty, huh? Haven't seen you on this flight before. Know all the stews who fly this one regularly."
"Yes, I know, Mr. Dudley. Faye told me about you."
"Faye? Let's see now, she's the tall redhead, isn't she? The one who always looks like she's ready for anything a strong, healthy man can give her."
"You're being a male chauvinist, Mr. Dudley. How would you feel if a woman made such remarks about you?"
"Proud, dear, very proud. You see, a woman earns such remarks just by being. A man has to work at it. We're the ones who have to initiate things-the ones who have to, well, get ready, as it were."
"Seems to me there are some men who're always ready," Kitty rejoined.
"That may be, Kitty, but it isn't really true. Think of how awkward it would be for a man if he was always ready. Not only would he present a rather, uh, embarrassing sight, he'd have trouble walking. Know what I mean?"
"Oh, you're talking about being physically ready," Kitty said, feigning innocence "I was talking about the mental state of some men. A lot of men, that is. They see a woman and they can think of only one tiling. Is that where this conversation is leading, Mr. Dudley? Are you leading up to asking me that crucial question?"
"There's nothing crucial about it, dear. Either one is disposed or one is not. Which are you, by the way?"
He had led into the question in such a subtle way Kitty was unaware for a few moments of what he'd done.
"You're pretty slick, aren't you, Mr. Dudley? Mister Unctuous himself."
"I couldn't resist the temptation, dear. Not after you led into it so easily. Are you going to answer my question?"
"What if I said yes? What would you do then?" Why not challenge him? Faye had said he never followed through. Maybe he just hadn't followed through with Faye. Kitty didn't consider the possibilities. She'd been on the Rio flight for over two years-a daytime flight where there had been no opportunity, or not much of one anyway, to play around on the airplane.
"That's what I dislike about these roundabout conversations," Dudley said. "I keep losing my place. We were talking about one being disposed or not disposed to engaging in sexual activity, were we not?"
"Is that what we were talking about?" Kitty widened her eyes in mock surprise. "Merciful heavens, Mister Dudley, I shouldn't be talking to you about such things! Whatever will my poor mama think when she finds out? I must have been confused, too. I thought we were talking about having a conversation with a stranger."
"You're cute when you act so innocent, Kitty. Do you do that often?"
Kitty chuckled. A throaty, sexy sound that caused the male blood to immediately run hot. "Now I am confused, Mister Dudley. Do I do what often?"
"Act the innocent, dear. I know a lot of women who have one act or another that's their stock in trade. Is that what you're doing now?"
"How are you going to find out?" she responded teasingly.
"Why don't you sit down here by me and I'll show you." The bantering, carefree nature suddenly vanished. He was now very serious.
Kitty understood immediately that she'd gone too far. She wasn't sure she wanted to go forward with this, nor did she know how to extract herself gracefully. Rudeness would do the job, but she didn't want to be rude to him. She had led him on just as much as he'd led her on.
"I don't know...."
He patted the seat next to him. "Come on, I won't bite. Love nips don't count, of course." He smiled at her in a reassuring manner. "Sit here and see what happens."
Kitty looked around the cabin. There was no activity anywhere. Faye was still sitting in the rear, reading. If anyone buzzed for service, Kitty could use that as an excuse to jump up and run away. She eased herself into the seat, hoping that someone would ring for service. Even making a trip back into the cockpit offered more certainty than this situation. As one of the men she'd used to date had always said, she'd let her mocking bird mouth overload her humming bird ass. He'd been joking, of course. He thought she had one of the nicest, sexiest asses he'd ever seen. And he'd adored her mouth. So much so that he'd gotten to where that was the only place he'd wanted to put his cock. She loved sucking cock, but not the exclusion of everything else.
Anyway, now she was in the soup with this Mister Dudley!
Kitty had barely settled into the seat when Dudley leaned over and kissed her. She even took his tongue into her mouth. She leaned back with a low moan and let him hold her; fondle her; love her body. Without realizing it, she was still turned on from the earlier events of the evening. He kissed her hard and put one hand down the top of her blouse. She stiffened, then relaxed.
His hand slipped inside her bra to cup the hot tit flesh and rub across the rapidly swelling nipple.
"They're magnificent," he whispered. "Just as I knew they would be."
Kitty couldn't help herself. Even under these circumstances, she had to make a joke of things. "How do you know?" she whispered in return. "You're feeling only one of them. Maybe the other one's a fake."
It was Dudley's turn to chuckle. Even though he couldn't manage the same sexy sound she'd made, it served the purpose. That was the only sound he made. He acted, however. Her blouse was unbuttoned in an instant. He pushed her bra up quickly, spilling both tits out.
There was no time for Kitty to object. Not that she wanted to. Her head was swimming. Her tits were burning with desire. She felt the pleasure and desire between her legs, too. She knew she should stop what was happening. For any number of reasons. The main one being the possibility of someone seeing them. The most she could manage was to reach overhead and turn off the light. She sat up straight while sharp thrills danced in her nipples.
He continued squeezing her tits and kissed her throat. His lips moved down. Soon he was raining kisses on her nipples and the mounds of her tits. She almost gasped out loud when he took a nipple into his mouth. She loved it. She was aflame with lust. There could be only one conclusion to this now. It wouldn't end with just heavy petting. She was going to come. She had to come. How hadn't been determined yet, but she was going to do it.
Dudley slowly pushed her skirt up her legs. A lump of fear knotted in her throat. His fingers touched her bare thigh. The fear vanished. Had he been less confident, she might have stopped him. Regardless of what Faye said, he was so sure of himself. He made her believe it was perfectly all right for him to have his hand under her skirt. She even lifted her ass out of the seat when he pushed her skirt on up. When she sat back down, she was bare from the waist down. His hands were all over her thighs. She opened her legs just a little.
She closed her eyes and the whole world seemed to sway back and forth. She felt his hand in her crotch. That was the point of no return. Whatever she'd planned on doing before was now out the window. Until a man touched her cunt, she could resist and even stop things. Once that point was reached, she was a goner.
He put his lips on hers. She kissed him back hungrily, letting her legs fall farther apart. His hand covered her cunt, feeling, probing, and finally two fingers entered her. They slid so easily into her pussy, it was almost as if they belonged there.
Kitty seemed to lose contact with reality. Her passions ruled her actions. She wanted desperately to come again. However he wanted to do it was fine with her. She twisted part way around and put both hands in his lap. She got his zipper down and one hand inside his pants. She groped for his cock. Got her hand around it. Pulled it out.
Dudley pulled away, reached under the seat and pulled out a small case. He got his pants down and knelt on the case in what appeared to be one swift motion. Kitty put her legs around his waist and pulled her ass to the edge of the seat. She found his prick with her hand and guided it toward her furry slit.
"Put it in!" she whispered urgently. "Fuck me. I want it inside me!"
The head of his cock slipped inside her cunt. It felt so good in there. So alive and fulfilling. All else was forgotten. By both of them. She had a cock in her. Right where she wanted it. This man was going to fuck her, make her feel deliriously good, make her come. And she wanted it. God, how she wanted it!
He slid into her so easily, so effortlessly, so smoothly, she thought they'd been fucking for years. She grunted her approval and hunched her ass up to him to get his entire cock in there. His prick was so hot and hard. She imagined she could feel the thick veins throbbing along its length.
When he had it all the way in, he started moving. Slowly, deliberately, with an expertise that surprised her. From what Faye had said, she wouldn't have guessed he could be so accomplished.
Dudley held Kitty tightly, his mouth against her ear, his cock deep inside her, fucking slowly in and out. He sucked her ear lobe for a minute, then twisted his head around so he could reach her nipples.
"It's so good," she whispered, fighting to keep her voice under control and low enough so she wouldn't be heard by anyone else. "Keep fucking me. I'm going to come!"
Kitty was absorbed in what they were doing; enjoying it, letting him fuck her, letting him make her come. She was already so close.
"I won't be far behind," he growled.
"Don't come yet!" she cried desperately. "Keep fucking me, make me come first! Make me come hard!"
She already was doing so. Her orgasm had started even as she was begging him to hold back. She was coming so hard she didn't want it to ever end. She wanted him to fuck her all night. Or all the way to London, anyway. Where they were fucking, and how they were fucking, made no difference. She just wanted to keep coming. Her whole body tingled with the thrill. She felt good. Wonderful. Excited. He kept fucking her and somehow didn't come. Kitty clung to him, her body jerking and bucking with pleasure. Finally, her orgasm started to ebb.
"Come now!" she hissed, throwing her cunt at him.
She felt his cock swell. His come seemed to sting and burn all the way to the depths of her cunt when it spurted into her. His come triggered another one in her. She threw herself back against the seat, shoved her cunt up to him, and took the drubbing his prick was giving her cunt. His prick stayed hard even after he'd come. Kitty thought he'd go soft and leave her. She was dubious about her next action when he didn't.
Dudley knew what to do. He kept fucking her. She sat up and looked down at her crotch. At his prick as it slid in and out of her pussy. It was wet and slick and coated with a mixture of her juice and his come.
"Are you going to come again?" she asked softly.
"No," he grunted, "but you are."
At first, Kitty didn't believe him. After a few more strokes of his cock, she did. She continued to stare at her crotch. The sight of what he was doing to her pussy helped her along the road to another orgasm. It hit her suddenly, unexpectedly, and almost tore her breath out of her. He grinned at her reaction and kept pumping away.
Kitty fell back against the seat back and let her come build to the maximum intensity. Her body became limp, like a rag doll. She gasped and panted. Bucked and twitched, her body controlled by her orgasm.
At long last, just when she was beginning to think she'd never stop, her orgasm began easing. Her ass was totally off the seat bottom. Her neck was kinked at an uncomfortable angle. She hung onto the arm rests so she wouldn't slide out of the seat. Dudley was still kneeling on the case, his arm under her ass to help support her. His cock was going soft, rapidly.
When Kitty struggled to sit up, Dudley helped her get to her feet. She didn't dare sit down again. His come would leak out and stain the back of her skirt. She rushed to the toilet, not even taking time to pull her bra down and button her blouse. She had to take the chance that no one else would see her.
Dudley's seat was reclined when Kitty came out of the toilet. His eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and regular. The breathing of a sleeping person. On an impulse, she kissed him lightly on the lips on her way by. He grinned without opening his eyes. Kitty slipped into the seat by Faye.
"Almost time to start getting breakfast ready," she said. "Been a quiet flight."
"For some of us," Faye teased. "Others have been pretty busy. Dudley isn't such a reticent type after all, huh? How was he?"
"Good. I guess. Awkward position. Don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that. Must be this late night schedule."
"Darkness sure helps. Do that during the day and some guy'd be selling tickets up and down the aisle."
"You watched, huh?" Kitty wasn't sure how she felt about that. There wasn't much she could do, though. When one fucks in public, one can expect others to watch.
"Sure. Not that I could see much. Do you need to rest or can you give me a hand with breakfast?"
"I'm okay. We've never worked together, but you'll learn that I'm not the type to shove my work off on someone else."
"I appreciate that. By the way, we're roomies on the London end. Hope you don't mind."
"Why should I? We room together in Miami, don't we?"
"Yeah, but some of the girls like a different roomie at the other end of the run. Variety and all that."
"Well, I'm perfectly happy with the arrangement."
"Even though you think I'm always trying to get in your pants?"
"Even thought I know you're always trying to get in my pants."
Faye volunteered to serve the cockpit crew without asking why Kitty didn't want to return there. That left it up to Kitty to serve Dudley.
He was the perfect gentleman, doing nothing more out of place than smiling and blowing her a kiss when she bent over to put his tray on the table in front of him.
Dudley was the last passenger to debark after they landed in London. He shook Faye's hand and thanked her for a nice flight. He took Kitty's hand, but held it rather than shaking it.
"And for you, dear lady, a very special thanks for an extraordinary flight. Don't remember one quite as memorable."
"I'll bet you tell that to all the girls," Kitty teased, attempting to ease the tension she felt.
"Only the ones who deserve it. Will you have dinner with me tonight?"
"Sure," Kitty answered without thinking. Then she blushed.
"You're cute when you blush," Dudley said. "Not many women have that capacity anymore. Eight? I'll pick you up at your hotel."
"Eight's fine. I'm not sure where we'll be staying."
She started to ask Faye for the name of the hotel.
"I am. See you tonight."
"Where are we staying?" Kitty asked Faye.
Faye told her the name of the hotel. "Dudley knows. Guess he keeps track of us for some reason."
"Nothing weird, I hope."
"No, I think he's just a stewardess groupie."
"Rock bands and so forth I knew about. Didn't know we had our own set of groupies."
"Yep. Some guys won't have anything to do with any other women. Makes us something special, doesn't it?"
"We're special anyway," Kitty replied, grinning. "Just ask Dudley."
"Speak for yourself, girl."
"Faye, I don't want you to get the wrong impression about me. What I did tonight, well, I've never done anything like that before. Oh, sure, I've partied and played around, but never on the flight I was working. Even though we've known each other for a long time, we've never worked together and I don't want you to get the idea I don't pull my own weight."
"Didn't think that at all. Not much doing on this late-night run. You might as well enjoy yourself. Once in a while, anyway. We've always gotten along well enough living together, so why shouldn't we get along working together as well?"
"I think we will. I just didn't want you to misunderstand."
"I think what you're really doing is sounding me out about what you did tonight. Maybe you feel a little guilty or embarrassed. Well, that's your problem to sort out. It isn't my place to approve or disapprove of your conduct. That's strictly your business. What I will do is say that I found Willie a lot of fun the times I've visited him in the cockpit. As for Dudley, I've tried to interest him several times. Maybe I just didn't turn him on. Maybe I just didn't interest him. Whatever. More power to you if you can get someplace with him."
"Thanks, Faye. Guess I needed that."
"Did you look for your panties, by the way? The cleaning crew'U get a big charge out of it if they find them."
"I looked a few minutes ago. Couldn't find them. You were sitting back there. You didn't take them as joke, did you?"
"Nope. I didn't see them, either. Forgive me for doubting you, but I thought you were still wearing them."
"No way." Kitty flipped her skirt up, just long enough for Faye to see that her ass was bare. "See."
"Yeah. I see a lot. Are you trying to entice me?"
"No. I wouldn't tease you, Faye. I know what you want. It's just that, well, I don't think I could give you anything in return. That wouldn't be fair."
"How do you know? You've never tried it, have you?"
"No. Well, yes, in a way. At a party one time, a girl did me. Sort of on a bet. She made me come, but I didn't return the favor."
"But it didn't bother you when she ate you?"
"Not at all. I had a good orgasm."
Faye stared at Kitty for a few seconds. Then she smiled and shook her head.
"What is it?" Kitty asked.
"I still find it hard to believe that someone actually sneaked up on you and sucked your pussy. Instead of the Phantom of the Opera, we've got a phantom of the airplane, I still think it was a dream!'
"If I could come that way in my dreams, I'd stay asleep all the time! It was real, all right. I don't know if it was a man or a woman, but it sure was good. Whoever it was must have taken my panties."
"I'll have to report this, you know. There'll probably be a full investigation."
It took Kitty a few moments to realize that Faye was kidding. "Oh, you!"
Faye chuckled and blew Kitty a kiss.
They finished their duties aboard the plane and, along with the rest of the flight crew, caught the shuttle bus into the city. They sat together in the rear of the bus. Willie, the co-pilot, and the flight engineer sat in the front. Kitty was glad she didn't end up sitting near the engineer. Willie she could handle. She still didn't know what to do or say around the engineer.
She contemplated her actions over the past few hours. She had thought it bizarre when she fucked two different men in the same night at the party. How, then, could she describe what she'd done on the plane? Someone had eaten her pussy. She'd fucked Willie, then less than an hour later she'd fucked Dudley. Not in a bedroom in someone's house. In the cockpit and the first class cabin of an airliner. Right out there before the engineer, God, and everybody. Anyone of the passengers or other members of the crew could have gotten themselves a ring side seat to the show had they been so inclined. Now that was bizarre!
Strangely enough, the prospect of being caught in the act hadn't worried her. Looking back, she realized she had given it some thought. She just hadn't let it deter her. What would she have done had someone else come along and openly watched? As the engineer had done when she'd fucked Willie. It was doubtful she'd have stopped doing whatever she was doing at the time. What did that make her? An exhibitionist? Of course it did. There was no other way to put it. So, that being true, why was she so concerned about the flight engineer? The most he could do was ask her to go to bed with him. Which she could agree to or not. So what was the big deal?
She looked up and saw that the engineer was watching her. She smiled warmly. Nothing sexy to encourage. Just a plain warm smile to let him know that she could be friendly.
"Faye, what's the flight engineer's name?"
"Peter Barrington. He goes by the nickname Dickie."
"How can you get Dickie from the name of Peter?"
"One doesn't have anything to do with the other. It's what he's got, not who he is, that gives him the nickname."
"Okay, I'll bite. Tell me the rest of it."
"Well, he's got about nine or ten inches of cock. Very thick. Looks more like a salami than a cock." Faye giggled as she revealed that bit of information.
"Well, that's nice, but it isn't a show-stopper. The guy I used to go with was at least that big. I even learned to suck the damned thing."
"Again, girl, speak for yourself. Not all of us are lucky enough to have a horse stashed in the bedroom. Dickie knows how to use what he's got very well. He can park his shoes under my bed anytime he wants. Don't let him know you can suck one that size. He'll be after you all the time. His biggest complaint is that he can't find anyone willing to try that."
"I don't have a horse stashed in the bedroom anymore. All he wanted to do was put that damned thing in my mouth. Fun is fun, but that got to be ridiculous." She gave Dickie another smile.
They checked into the hotel and went immediately to their room. Flying north and south had never presented a problem for Kitty. East and west was another matter. They had crossed several time zones. Jet lag was creeping up on her.
"All I want right now is a hot shower and a long sleep," she told Faye. "What are you going to do?"
"Clean up and see a little of the city. I've got a map that I use on every trip. Keep marking off the areas I see. Got about half of the city covered so far."
"See you later than. Shall we meet for dinner?"
"Have you already forgotten that you promised to have dinner with Dudley?"
"Oh God, I did, didn't I? Well, breakfast then. When do we return?"
"Tomorrow night at midnight."
"Plenty of time," Kitty muttered. "For whatever."