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What difference a day makes

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Flightcrew737 Posted on: 04 Jul 2006 1 comments
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Ok, so here I am. I tried being a good girl.... doesnt seem to work for me though! At the moment, I am in Palma. It's hot and humid as usual. This was the second flight I got to do in the left hand seat. Had the CAA checking me out...(no.. NOT like that!) and the senior training captain in the right hand seat. Good flight, no dramas. (I think most pilots prefer no dramas. We get quite enough of them on our bi-annual sim checks.) I'm flying out of here at 1:00am.For those of you who like unifroms, I am still in mine. Black jacket, black skirt, white shirt and company tie. With out the jacket on and if I took my epaulettes off I would look like a schoolgirl! I just slipped off my toghts and panties. The flight deck was a little warm today. Something not quite as it should be with the air con, so I am a little sweaty too. And I am so horny you can't believe it. I have been aircraft commander four times now. Each time with a senior officer taking f/o position. I think power makes me hot!I did this a few minutes ago.Leaning back in the chair with my eyes shut and breathing very deeply to centre myself. I can feel every inch of my skin, especially those areas that are erotic. I can feel my breasts tight against my shirt, and deep in the pit of my stomach are the tremulous beginnings of arousal. I let my legs part slightly and I squeeze my pelvic floor. The sensation sends anticipation fluttering through my body. Like swirls of incense they drift and eddy through the temple of lust to purify me for the thrill to come. I let a hand drop and casually reach up under my skirt. The puffy entrance to my sex kisses my fingert tips in supplication. I allow one finger to slowly, achingly slowly trace the furrow which is already slick.I rise and go to the balcony. I sit behing the frosted glass and gaze out onto the bustling city shimmering with mediteranian heat. I undo my skirt and let it fall to the floor. Below me, I see a gardener. He is stripped to the waist and wearing nothing, it seems, but a pair of shorts. His olive skin glistens in the sunshine and his muscles ripple. He looks up at me. I smile and my right hand finds my sensitive and as yes unopened bud as he caresses the unopened buds on the tree he is tending. He has long sensitive fingers and seems to linger now and then. I allow myself to linger too. I look at his crotch. Again I close my eyes and allow whatever images to come that will. I see him. He is pinning me down on the lawn underneath that tree. Although his face is kind, he is forcing himself inside me. I can feel every muscle in his back as his cock violates me. I want to struggle but this only forces him inside me more. My breathing is quicker now and this translates into his thrusts. He is close. Now, in my mind I have passed the point of resistance. The rape of my mind has begun and despite myself, I am aroused underneath him. He is slamming me now, but instead of fighting him, my hands grasp his ass and I pull him hard into me with each thrust. My clit is bruised and the pain is intense. It will be soon, for both of us.Finally, he grunts and unleashes his load inside me. My own orgasm rips my breath from my body and my contractions milk him of the last drop of his precious libation.When I come down, I look at the balcony floor. My unifrom skirt lies in a crumpled heap between my legs. It glistens from the wetness of my ejaculation. I look down again into the hotel gardens. He is gone. I am left wondering if he knew what I was doing. I hope so.