Chapter 10
The only flight on Sheila's airline the next morning was going to Istanbul. She took it. She didn't care where she went as long as she worked her way west. As usual, she wore her uniform and filled in where needed.
As soon as the seat belt light went off, she took coffee to the flight deck. Travel time from Casablanca to Istanbul wasn't long enough for a meal, but she knew how the flight crew liked their coffee.
She made her way forward slowly, covertly checking out the passengers. She didn't see anyone she knew, or wanted to know. She went into the cockpit and passed out coffee, starting at the rear and working forward. When she reached the captain, Charlie looked up and grinned.
"Hello, beautiful," he said. "I heard you were flying with us today."
"Hello, Charlie. Long time, no see. How are you doing?"
"Do you mean has my broken heart mended?" he teased.
"Hearts of ice refreeze quickly when you put them back in an ice chest," she quipped. She pulled out the jump seat between the pilot and copilot's seat and sat down. "With your seniority, how did you get stuck on this milk run?"
"By personal request," he replied.
The copilot laughed. "From the VP of Operations," he said laconically.
Sheila punched Charlie lightly on the shoulder. "You just can't stay out of beds where you don't belong, can you? You know you're going to get caught."
"I get away with it more often than I get caught," he replied. "What's this I hear about you retiring? You're too young and too beautiful to quit."
"Glen wants me home, and I want to be home," she said. "We'll never be together if I don't quit."
"And deprive us of your wonderful company," Charlie said mournfully.
"Charlie, you and I haven't flown the same route in years," she laughed. "How can I deprive you of something you don't have?"
"This fellow you married must be something. Glen, isn't it?"
"Oh, that's right, you've never met."
"Nope. I've always flown in Europe, and he's always flown north and south." Charlie looked at the copilot. "You've got it, Sport. The lady and I are going back where we can talk in private."
Charlie took Sheila's hand and led her to the rear of the plane and stopped at the last row of seats. The closest passenger was four rows in front of them. He flipped the arm between two seats up and sat down. She deliberately sat close enough for their hips to touch.
"We had some fine times together, Sheila," he said. "Too bad it has to end."
She put her hand on the inside of his thigh and squeezed gently. "You were one of the few men who could make me cum so hard that I lost my breath," she chuckled. "A woman never forgets something like that."
"I still can," he said.
She felt his cock slowly stiffen and nudge the edge of her hand. "Yes, you probably can. I wouldn't let you if you knew Glen." She opened his zipper, fished in his pants and slowly extracted his cock. "I won't play with his friends."
He looked down at her hand holding his dick, then looked into her eyes. "For once, I'm damned glad I don't know someone!" he chuckled softly. He leaned back in the seat and pushed his ass forward slightly. He changed his mind and sat up again. He quickly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open. "God, your tits are beautiful," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I always loved the way they sway when you walk. I'm glad you still don't wear a bra."
She thanked him with a smile. "They don't like to be restrained." She slid her hand slowly up and down the shaft of his prong. "As often as I used to get this thing stuck in me, I didn't remember how nice it is," she whispered. Her hand moved a little faster, squeezing and relaxing rhythmically.
"You haven't forgotten how to jerk one."
"like riding a bicycle, honey. Once you learn, you never forget."
"Go ahead and jack me off."
"Don't you want to put it in me again, just for old time's sake?"
"Of course," he grunted. "But we can't do it here."
She held her palm loosely around the bare knob and twisted her wrist.
His hips bucked so hard that he almost slipped off the seat. "Damn!" he hissed. "That feels good!"
"Almost like a tight pussy, right."
"Yeah. Keep doing it."
"Not on your life! Put that thing away and come with me."
She didn't bother to button her blouse. Her full, heavy tits swung and bounced as she walked. She led him to the last restroom. She pulled up her skirt and leaned over to push her panties down. Her full, heavy tits swung and jiggled under her chest. She held her skirt up around her waist and leaned over the small wash basin with her ass pointed at him. "Push your pants down. I don't want your zipper tearing me up."
She looked back over her shoulder as he opened his belt and let his pants fall around his ankles. His cock sprang up, fully hard. He stood so close that the tip touched her ass.
He reached between her legs and stroked the soft pink lips of her pussy. He slipped his middle finger deep into her soupy hole and wiggled the tip against the top of her channel. She sighed and shook her ass.
"We don't have time to play," she hissed. "Put your cock in me! Fuck me!"
Her bawdy words were the catalyst he needed. The pink lips of her pussy peeked out lewdly at him. He reached between her legs and caressed her hairy slit again. She shivered and moaned when his fingers brushed her clit. He rubbed the engorged head of his prick along the satin-smooth cleft of her buttocks. She wiggled her ass impatiently, urging him to fuck her. The broad head of his dick slid down her juicy slit and nosed into her honey pot.
She moaned and pushed her ass backward as he penetrated her. He clung to her hips and hunched hard, burying his dick all the way to the balls, filling her tight sheath.
"Oh, baby!" he gasped. "You're so hot! So hot and juicy! A real hot bitch."
He pulled back and watched his cock emerge from her clinging cunt lips. He left just the knob inside her and held still.
She shook her ass again. "Don't tease me!" she hissed. "Fuck me!"
He held onto her hips and started plunging his prong rapidly in and out of her tight sheath.
"Yeah, that's the way," she said. She locked eyes with his in the small mirror over the washstand. She licked her lips and grinned lewdly. "Go deep," she grunted. "Rock me the way you used to do."
He reached under her and fondled her heavy, dangling tits as he crowded her ass and fucked her hard. He thrust deep, hard and quick, rocking her both back and forth under the fast pace of his hard driving strokes.
Her face glowed with delight. Sneaking into the toilet for a quick fuck with an old lover really turned her on. Her pussy got wetter every time he thrust his rampaging rod into her. Juice squished out around his shaft and dribbled down the inside of her thighs.
He plundered her cunt with the regularity of a machine. His face was flushed and his chest heaved with exertion. A churning knot of tension in his belly warned him that he was about to dump his load of cum into the beautiful woman's hot snatch. Releasing her tits, he slid his hands down to her crotch. He thrust two fingers into the top of her slit and strummed her clit.
She started bucking harder. "Oh, God, that's good!" she moaned.
He rubbed her clit furiously and fucked her faster. She pressed her fist in her mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to alert everyone on the plane to her intense rapture.
His balls felt like a pair of grapefruit. His gut twisted in knots. He slammed into her cunt with a mighty heave, and his cock erupted. He scrubbed his groin against the cheeks of her ass and flooded her with a gallon of hot sperm.
She grunted from the force of his final thrust and started cumming. She shoved her hips back, eager for every little drop of love juice he could pour into her.
They quivered against each other until his balls emptied and her orgasm subsided. She pushed herself erect with a deep sigh. Charlie's dick slid out of her snatch and hung limp and red, well-oiled with semen and joy juice.
"What a glorious way to fuck!" he croaked.
She kept her legs close together so his cum wouldn't run too far down her legs. He had really given her a load. "I'll give you an encore tonight in Istanbul," she said. "In bed. My knees get weak when I fuck standing up. You'd better get forward and land this thing. If we crash, that was the last piece of ass you'll ever get."
"It would be worth it," he cackled.
She washed her pussy and put her panties back on. She sauntered back to her seat and buckled her seat belt as the landing gear came down.
Charlie came to Sheila's room at seven o'clock. He didn't have to fly the next day, so they could take their time and enjoy themselves.
"How about buying me dinner?" she said. "I'm burned out on airline food."
"Do you like Turkish food?"
"I don't know. I've never eaten any that I know of."
"There's a nice little place within walking distance. They even have a floor show of sorts. Belly dancers."
"This is your territory," she replied. "I'll follow your lead."
"I was hoping you would say that," he said with a leer.
"Don't overdo it, Charlie. I told you that I would give you an encore. A farewell fuck, if you will. We probably won't ever see each other again after tonight."
"Then I guess I'd better make the most of it."
Charlie swapped several large, multicolored bills for a table near the center of the room. A series of belly dancers performed during dinner.
As they swirled and twisted through the room, Sheila responded to the haunting music and raw sexuality of the dancers. She noticed that Charlie was also deeply moved.
Sheila gave up on the what she considered the terrible coffee and drank a Turkish wine after dinner. The coffee was as thick as molasses and sickeningly sweet. The wine wasn't too bad. As it neared midnight, she tired of the mediocre dancers. She was ready to tell Charlie to take her back to the hotel and screw her ass into the mattress. The last dancer, Dorcas, was announced with a raucous musical fanfare and loud applause, and Sheila's interest perked up.
"Judging by the applause she's getting before she even dances, she must be good," Charlie murmured.
She was. Her music had a hard, sensuous beat. Dorcas bounded into the room with a burst of pure energy. She abandoned herself to the music, shaking and shimmying in a flagrant, erotic manner. It was easy to imagine that her writhing was the result of sexual ecstasy.
like the other dancers, she danced through the small dining room. Her large, loosely held breasts and full hips shook, vibrated, twisted and bounced in time to the music. She completely entranced Sheila and Charlie. She reached their table and danced exclusively for Sheila, undulating sensuously, was almost touching Sheila's body. Then she danced for Charlie. She felt their licentious excitement, and it stimulated her. She and Sheila both saw the bulge Charlie's hard prick made in his pants. Dorcas smiled at Sheila and winked. Her meaning was obvious. She was getting him primed to give Sheila a good screwing. Sheila returned the smile and nodded. A silent signal of understanding passed between them.
Sheila called the headwaiter over and held a whispered conversation with him while Dorcas held Charlie's undivided attention. The headwaiter surreptitiously pocketed the sheaf of American bills Sheila slipped to him. For such a big bribe, he would have done most anything the beautiful red-headed lady asked, including making her enemies disappear.
As they walked back to the hotel, Charlie said, "That was one hell of a performance. I don't think I've ever seen anything that erotic in a public place."
"I could tell you liked her," Sheila chuckled. "Has your cock gone down yet?"
"You noticed, huh? You're not jealous, are you?"
"I'm just glad I don't have a cock. I probably would have taken it out right there and played with it. Was she dancing for you, or for me?"
"I couldn't tell. Both of us, I think."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, too."
They were barely inside the hotel room when they were in each other's arms. He opened the top of her dress so he could kiss and caress her bare tits. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock so she could play with it. They kissed and moaned and groped each other feverishly.
"Dorcas really turned you on, didn't she?" she whispered in his ear.
"Yeah, she sure did."
"Me, too. Feel my pussy."
He reached under her dress and pushed her panties aside. His finger slipped into her wet seam, and there was a knock at the door.
"Who the hell can that be at this late hour?" he grumbled.
"Room service?" she said innocently.
He didn't notice her wicked little smile. "I didn't order anything."
"I'd better answer it. You'll scare them to death."
He became aware of his hard cock. He got it stuffed back into his pants and the zipper closed before she reached the door. Only then did he notice that she hadn't bothered to close the top of her dress. Her tits bounced and jiggled delightfully as she walked across the room.