dreamer
Slave
Registration Date: 06-27-2006
Posts: 179
Mistress Or Master Or Slave: Slave
Level: 38 [?]
Experience: 1,226,596
Next Level: 1,460,206
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Her name was Coco. I didn't know her name the first time I saw her. The only thing I knew was that she was beautiful. I remember my mind racing when she first smiled at me, "beautiful is not quite enough to describe her", I thought. "Breathtaking!" Yes, as clich? as that sounded, she really was. Exquisite chocolate dipped in a little bit o' vanilla.
I watched her stride in that confident walk of hers through the terminal pulling her navy blue tote bag behind her tight behind. Bounce, bounce, bounce and bounce. I was a kid again - Eyes transfixed on those perfect perking 34C's straining against her black turtle neck sweater. She had the legs of a dancer and the walk of a model. She was all woman and she knew it. The frilled hem of her flared blue jeans skirt swirled just above knees. I could almost feel the delicate flesh beneath her black stockings. My palms were beginning to get damp. Her 3-inch, high heeled, pointed black boots ended just below her firm calves. My mouth was getting dry.
I turned to my co-pilot who was calmly smoking a cigarette. "Did you see her?" I all but shouted in his ear. He looked over at me quizzically, "who?". I blinked quickly and pointed in the direction my model had disappeared, "her! The woman that just walked pass us." Jeff stubbed out his cigarette and exhaled the last of his smoke as he bent down to grab his own tote bag on wheels. "Women pass us everyday Craig." He stood up and patted my shoulder. I followed him out the smoky coffee shop still chattering, "Yea, but this one was different. And I think she's going to our gate. She might be flying with us!"
My best friend and co-pilot stopped and looked me dead in the eye. "Craig, if she doesn't fly with us it doesn't matter, if she flies with us it still doesn't matter. We're going to work now. Remember?" We started to walk to our gate again. "Besides," he continued, "we'll only be in Miami for a couple hours." He finished as we reached our gate. I pinned my pilots' license & employee badge to my jacket as we entered the gate.
I do not remember getting into the cockpit. I was mesmerized. My imagination was fueling my mind with wanton thoughts of this woman. I needed to get my mind back to the business at hand. This was ridiculous. I decided a splash of cold water on my face would do me some good and clear my head of the image of her full ripe lips.
The restroom in first class was occupied. Craig had to go aft through economy class. As soon as he stepped through the magical curtain that separates 1st class from economy class, Craig Hall stopped dead in his tracks. There she was. She sat quietly in a window seat browsing though the latest issue of 'Jet'. Craig gripped the pursers' arm as she passed him. "Hi Captain Hall," she smiled.
"Hey Andrea," he cut her off. "What's the name of that passenger in 12-A".
The woman checked her passenger list, "Coco."
"Her full name."
"Coco Eve Phlower."
Captain Hall walked towards her slowly, trying to meet her eyes. And he did. Hazel eyes that seem to whisper his name like a siren. He was about to make an ass of myself. She smiled. She smiled and the heavens opened. I can almost hear you laughing at Craig's childishness now. But that is how he felt. His heart was pounding against my chest like African drums at a wedding feast. And still he got closer. The drums were louder, beating in a near frenzy in his head. Closer still. The frenzy was maddening. Then he was there.
I had seen him in the terminal before I boarded. Now he was sitting in the empty seat next to me. I just hoped he was going to be interesting. I didn't want to be stuck next to some moron for the next 2 ? hours. I decided to find out before we took off. I looked over at him and smiled weakly. "Carry on?"
"Huh?"
Great! He was a moron. I sighed and tried again. "I noticed you had no hand luggage."
"Oh," he smiled sheepishly. "I have hand luggage."
I raised an eyebrow.
He sighed deeply and seemed to make a concerted effort to start over. "My luggage is in the cockpit."
"The cockpit?"
"Tell you what? Let's begin from the beginning." He wasn't fumbling anymore. "Hi, I'm Craig Hall. I'll be your Captain to Miami tonight."
"OK, now I understand." I wasn't paying attention anymore. That only meant one thing - My flight was going to be a lonely one. The aircraft doors were being closed and all passengers were either sitting in or standing at their seats.
I smiled my sweetest smile and extended my hand, "Well hello Captain Hall." He seemed to get excited just a little bit but I couldn't be sure. He had soft but firm hands. I held his hand just a little longer than normal and gave him a little squeeze. "I'm Coco." I continued.
"Coco Eve Phlower," he smiled.
I raised an inquisitive eyebrow again.
He laughed a nervous laugh, "I had to find out who you were. But that's not important now," he continued. "What is important, is the fact that we, you and I are here, now."
I had to laugh. The nerve of this man. The conceit! Still, I thought, he might prove useful. I released his hand, "How very suave of you." I said sarcastically. Glancing at his watch, Captain Hall got up and looked down at me. "I better get going before my co-pilot comes looking for me."
"You do that."
"Please, if there is anything I can do, let me know."
I looked up at him, folded my hands in my lap and bounced lightly. "Tell you what, if you can get us airborne in 10 minutes, then we'll talk. Okay? Okay." I turned to face the window. That should get rid of him.
Coco tried to keep herself from laughing. She was just having a bit of fun with the poor man. She knew he was still standing there trying to recoup from the blow to his proverbial ego. But a girl had to have fun right. As a matter of fact, depending of how well he regained ground, they might both have some fun in Florida.
She heard him quietly clear his throat. She knew that he had leaned towards her because she could smell the mixture of his mouthwash and after-shave. Despite herself, Coco drew in a sharp breath when he spoke almost in her ear.
"Tell you what, if I can get us airborne in 10 minutes," he whispered, "I get your panties."
She sat motionless. This man was insane, she could have him fired. Coco figured he must have been bluffing. He was pissed so he decided to play macho. Yup, that must be it. Well, let the games begin. She turned her head to face him.
Coco could see beads of sweat on his shiny forehead. "What if I'm not wearing any?" She smiled.
She had to give it to him, Craig didn't miss a beat, "Then I get to check."
He had taken her bluff. Coco hadn't counted on that. She laughed her tinkling laugh, "We'll see," she said, turning back to the window.
Coco checked her watch, 10:17. Everything was a blur. Would he really risk his career? Would she be so reckless? There wasn't any time to think about it all. She could see the tarmac falling away. She looked at her watch again - 10:25. She glanced towards the cockpit anxiously. "This is ridiculous," she muttered.
So, 23 year old Coco Phlower decided she had won her bluff. She got up to stretch her lithe body as soon as the 'fasten seat-belt' light went of. She arched her back and purred like a pussy cat with head held back and eyes closed. She was thinking that the air was just a bit too cold as her bare nipples brushed against the cotton fabric of her top. When he stood straight and opened her eyes, captain Hall was standing at the cockpit door staring at her. She turned on her heel and calmly walked to the restroom. Coco knew he could not possibly think he could pursue this madness.
Before she could close the door, he was there. His bloodshot brown eyes seemed to be filled a living fire. Coco stepped back into the small space and Craig stepped in close to her. Without a word, he reached down to check if she had been lying. She had not. And without a single word, the both were inducted into the mile high club.
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