"Go to Australia" they said "We'll continue your training, and you can do the aircraft commanders course if you're up for it" So, two 777 flights later, one in the right hand seat and one as dead head in first class (mmmmm) and with a gentle screech of tyres I find myself I. Sydney, where, joy of joys, its summer! Fucking yay! No grey skies, just warmth in bucket loads. Not only that, but I get two weeks acclimatisation to get over the jet lag. (Although we came the Hong Kong way round, so jet lag is something I'll get on the way home.) There is a residential building near the airport used exclusively for training. There are people here doing their ab initio training and me with three bars up, well, I'm something of a goddess! However, there are more needs than reading a shit load of manuals to consider.......
So, day three, and I find myself on Manly beach. Sandy, utterly beautiful, and hot as all hell. I lay under a sunshade on my towel feeling the sweat run down my back and between my legs. Any form of wetness there, no matter where it comes from is ok by me, and it wasn't long before my dirty little mind asked me how wet I was inside my bikini. Hmmm....dunno....flipping onto my tummy, I slipped a hand down and found my answer.....very! I did manage to get a really delicious fuck from a total stranger just before I left the UK, but it left my cunt aching for more. But Manly Beach doesn't offer anywhere where a girl might strip off and rub a couple out. Time for some inventive thinking. First, move the towel out of the way, just up a little so my bikini bottoms are resting on the sand. Next, wriggle that hand down there and get it into position. Damnit, I need to spread my legs to find the perfect spot, now quickly close them again....can't be seen with wid open legs, my hand working away in my bikini and my arse humping the air....NOT a good look for a future captain! Hand in position, now for the fantasy. Hmmm...what to think about. The fuck? Nah....that needs a dildo inside me...hmmm I know. In my mind, I'm 13 again. It's a holiday in Cornwall, and we are on a sandy beach. I'm lying as I am now, except my hand is over my first ever bikini. I loved the tiny scraps of material covering my tiny tits, and having a bare tummy felt really daring. I remember how I gently touch d myself then, and the thrill begins. Back in Manly, I am remembering that tremulous little orgasm I had in Cornwall, and remembering how I was imagining the people around me having sex. I remember one girl in particular. She was not much older than me, but she had decided to go topless, and her parents didn't mind! I wondered what else she had done, and I remembered how she had sat on the beach with her legs apart. I could see the damp patch on the crotch of her bikini and I remembered how much it turn d me on. Had she masturbated as I was doing? Had she been fucked, and this was spunk leaking out of her? My fingers moved faster in my bikini as I thought about this girl and wondered if some eagle eyed teenager had spotted what I was doing. My orgasm started to build nicely and I edged for a very long time. (Something I'm very good at), then I remember d what the girl had done. She had looked down between her own legs where suddenly there was a spreading of the wet patch as she peed herself. That memory was too much for me and I allowed myself to piss in my own bikini as I came. I knew it would,be soaked up by the hot sand, and I knew that with my legs clamped firmly together, it was my dirty little secret. When I calmed down, I took a quick look around. People playing, chilling out, no one noticed. I sat up and looked at the sand. Only a tiny, tell tale little patch. Although I would hate it in real life, I have a rape fantasy. I think most girls like the idea of being tied up, and some like the idea of there being an element of being forced as well. That way, they enjoy the pleasure with no responsibility. As you might expect of me, I go a little further with this notion, and, as I say, I have a rape fantasy where I am chased, cornered, and then fucked into delicious orgasms by sometimes one, and sometimes more than one person. What makes me slightly more unusual is that my fantasy often involves me being raped by another girl. Just to be clear, I hate rape in the real world, and if anyone tried it with me, they would be going home in an a,balance with their balls in a little dish. However....back to the fantasy. I met my training captain....a woman....who looked very stern and serious. As she lectured us on what the course entailed, and how she expected at least half of us to fail, I began wondering what it would be like to have this woman shove her hand between my legs. (Don't worry, the first days lecture are always like this.....nothing to learn...everything to pile on the pressure. My ever active mind drifted off into a scenario.she had called me to her office where I had to stand, not quite to attention, but stand, nonetheless. She was berating me for some shortcoming and I found being told off by her strangely erotic. On my mind, she had risen from her desk and was standing next to me when, without warning, she had shoved her hand up my skirt, down my tights and into my panties. I was shocked (Ha! As if!) as she found my clit and then my entrance. I had spluttered something about please, stop, and I'm not like that, but she wasn't having any. Back in the real world, I was wet and had crossed my legs and was squeezing rhythmically as I let my eyes wander over her, and my mind continued it's depraved little way. Back in her office, she had pushed me back into a chair, spread my legs and ripped my tights open. A savage tug and my panties la in tatters on the floor. "You dirty little slut....you're wet as all hell! Give me that cunt....." and so saying she shoved three fingers up me as her mouth went to work on my clit. She knew exactly what she was doing, and despite me hating her for it, I felt that familiar sensation of about to cum and wanting to pee at the same time as she pounded my gspot. Back in the classroom, I knew I was about to cum in my panties, but I've become very good at this over the years, and can do,it with very little outward signs. My dirty brain gave its last little twist, as it made me both cum in her mouth, and pee at the same time. Immediately, she grabbed my head and forced it between her legs. I could smell her musky scent but it was only when she came on my face that back in the real world, my cunt began convulsing and I eased out a sweet orgasm into my panties. One footnote....on the coffee break, one of the ab imitios (their people learning to fly from scratch...there are courses which, if you can afford them, will take you from nothing to full ATPL in a matter of months.) a sweet young girl,of about 20 said "looked like you really enjoyed that lecture! " Now stop it, JAYNEY..you really can't fuck one of the students! Next week, I'm flying up to Cairns in Queensland where it's more subtropical, and there isn't really that much difference between summer and winter. I intend to leave as much of Australia as I can with some of my pussy juices on it!
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