One Moment in Time
by Ann Douglas
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking..."
Said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom. "We're
about to start our approach into Los Angeles International and
should have you on the ground in about twenty minutes."
"On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly
thought as she stared out the tiny window at the countryside
rushing by below, ignoring the Captain's comments on the
weather and such. "And then a three hour layover until I catch
the 6:30 to San Diego."
The 39 year old redhead sighed as she
thought of the long wait in an airport lounge with absolutely
nothing better to do but watch people come and go. Of course
she could go over her presentation one more time, but she
really figured that an even dozen times in the last two days
had been enough.
"Forget about inflight movies," She said to herself as her
seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a theater or
two in the airport so that people could kill a few hours."
Originally, the layover in Los Angeless was going to be the
best part of her trip. Her Internet lover, Michelle, lived up
near Oakland. When she had first learned she was going out to
the West Coast to personally present the new marketing
campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had seized at the
opportunity to fullfill a person desire on her stop over here.
San Francisco or Oakland would've been better, but the tickets
had been bought for L.A. before she had even been given the
assignment.
According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have a
full day here and Michelle was going to make the drive down
from Oakland. The two woman had never actually met, but had
been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now.
Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New
York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot, this
trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with short
dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon meeting
her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off guard and
Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage of their
distraction. By the time they learned there was a lot more to
her than just a big set of boobs, she had usually passed them
on the ladder to the VP's chair.
Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military
woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was as
aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers. She had
bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-million dollar
jets for a living. Currently she was stationed at the Alameda
Naval Air Station up near Oakland.
Both women were married, both were
mothers with small children. And both had discovered in the
last few years, an interested in other women.
They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly responded
to a note Michelle had posted on a bi newsgroup. The fact that
they lived on opposite sides of the country just gave them the
freedom to be totally honest with each other in their almost
daily correspondence. The friendship had developed quickly.
Within an hour of learning that she was going to make the
presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her immediate
superior, Kelly had fired off an email to Michelle. They
quickly worked out a plan were as Michelle would take a 48
hour leave and meet her in Los Angeles. Then they would have
a full night and day together.
Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of one
Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing travel budget
coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as "old nickels and dimes",
she took great delight in trying to find new ways to save even
a few dollars, no matter what the inconvenience to the
traveler.
The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the chaos they
caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be almost sexual in
nature at times. At least that had always been Kelly's
impression. It was probably the nosy old bitty's only such
enjoyment.
So it was that Janice took great delight in changing Kelly's
travel plans so that she had to fly to San Diego tonight
instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the company would save
fifty dollars on air fare and a whole nights hotel
accommodations. Their clients had no problem moving up the
meeting a day and Janice had further booked Kelly on a flight
home tomorrow that would mean she would have to go right from
the presentation to the airport. This would save another night
of hotel expenses. The fact that Kelly would be totally
exhausted by the end of this two day marathon didn't really
factor into the equation.
Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's eyes as
she devastated her plans. It was almost taken as an article
of faith in the office that Kelly had a hand in the scandal
that resulted in the sudden firing of Bill Sullivan a few days
before. In truth, she had nothing to do with the anonymous
phone call that had led the night security guard to Bill's
office late Friday. Of course, she wasn't sorry that he had
been caught screwing one of the college interns on the couch.
No, she hadn't made the call, but had she known about the
tryst, she wouldn't have hesitated to have made it.
As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of the
runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her chance to
finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her fingers. The
Navy Officer had told her that even if she broke every speed
limit on the way down here, she wouldn't arrive until just
before Kelly had to leave. As much as she wanted to finally
meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't selfish enough to ask
her to drive all the way down here just to wave good-bye.
As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began to
gather up their belongings, she just continued to stare out
the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry to make her next
connection. Then, with only a few other people left onboard,
she got up and removed her carrybag from the overhead
compartment.
The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she thanked
her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back at the young
blonde, wondering if she'd like to help her kill a few hours.
A silly thought really. Even on the remote chance that the tan
suited woman was also into girls, the ground crews were
already loading food and fuel onto the plane for their next
flight. She would be out of here and on her way long before
the New Yorker was.
Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant
would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly exited
the cabin and walked down the long passageway into the
terminal.
"Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to herself as
she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the many people around
her. "Although I can't imagine the food being any better here
than on the plane."
Lost in thought and oblivious to her
surroundings, Kelly didn't notice the short haired blonde
woman she'd just walked past.
"Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a lady a
drink?"
Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek.
Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm on her
face quickly changed to astonishment as she focused on the
woman who had kissed her.
"Michelle!" She exclaimed.
Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes, Michelle
was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and matching shorts.
The thin material of her shirt and the tight fit of her shorts
outlined the well- defined muscles of her calves and arms. A
well tanned body showed that she was an outdoor person who
loved to soak up the desert sun.
Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger woman
held out a small bouquet of flowers to her Internet friend.
"These are for you, Kelly" She said quietly. "I can't tell
you how much your letters have meant to me over the last three
months. I looked forward to them every day. Thanks for being
my friend, you're really someone special."
Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found her voice.
"But how...? You said that it was impossible for you to
drive down in time." Kelly stammered, still a little shocked
by Michelle's sudden appearance.
"Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator." She laughed in a deep rich
voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!"
Michelle explained how she had hitched a ride on a transport
flight and had only arrived a half hour ago.
"This is wonderful!" Kelly beamed. At least we'll be able to
have dinner together."
A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face. She stared at the
beauty of her cyber-lovers face and quickly lost herself in
the richness of her deep brown eyes.
"I had something a little better than dinner in mind." The
Navy Officer quipped.
Part 2
With that, the taller woman led Kelly down the corridor and
through a locked door that read "Security Only."
"Were are we going?" Kelly asked
curiously.
"The Security Chief for the airport is a Reserve Officer and
a friend of mine." Michelle said as she closed and locked the
door behind them. "He had a small office that he converted
into an apartment some time back. A place where he could rest
up during emergency situations. It's not the Hilton but it
sure beats a cot in the storage room."
Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight of
stairs.
"I called him yesterday and explained that I had a rather
special friend passing through here today and I'd really like
to be able to spend some private time with them." She said as
they reached the top of the stairs and Michelle unlocked yet
another door. "Since you only had a few hours, heading out to
one of the local motels was out of the question. He
immediately offered me the use of his apartment."
As she stepped into the rather spacious room, Kelly wondered
if Michelle had mentioned that her special friend was another
woman. Given the military's rather silly obsession with same
sex relationships, she guessed she hadn't.
"Here we are, home sweet home." Michelle pronounced with a
sweep of her arm. "At least for the next couple of hours."
Taking a good look around the room, Kelly couldn't help but
be impressed. The Hilton it might not of been, but it sure as
hell had the Holiday Inn beat by a mile.
"We've got champagne, various appetizers and such." Michelle
said as she gently placed her hands on Kelly's arms. "But
first, something I've wanted to do for the longest time."
Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle kissed her again.
This time it was full on the lips. Kelly responded quickly to
the warm, soft pressure against her lips, and the taste of
Michelle's tangy red lipstick. Opening her mouth as she felt
the tickle of Michelle's tongue against it, Kelly drew it
inside her.
"Mmmmm" Michelle purred as tongue
found tongue.
The reality of countless night's dreams brought a warm
feeling to both women. Kelly felt a soft touch against her
breast as Michelle slipped her fingers beneath the folds of
her blouse.
"Lets get more comfortable." Michelle said as she kissed her
a second time.
Slowly, the two woman began undressing each other, continuing
to stroke and kiss as they did. Michelle quickly lost her
blouse and shorts, displaying an perfect tan that continued
even beneath her undergarments. Nude sunbathing was a passion
with her. If you wanted to enjoy the kiss of the sun, why let
a few silly scraps of cloth get in the way.
Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with matching blouse and
skirt, very conservative and business like. Michelle was more
than eager to help her out of the jacket, running her hand
across the outline of her breasts. The soft motion was enough
to cause the quarter size aureoles to shrink and harden,
exciting Michelle even more. She considered ripping it open
in a burst of passion, but the idea that any other clothing
Kelly might have had was locked away in her luggage finally
prevailed.
Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly unbuttoned the
blouse and in one quick snap, unfastened the Victoria Secret's
black lace bra beneath it. Definitely not what you expected to
find under that dull outfit.
"Do you have panties to match?" Michelle whispered in her
sexiest tone.
"Ah...that's for you to find out." Kelly replied teasingly,
clearly enjoying the attention.
Michelle wasted no time in unzipping the wool knit skirt,
sliding her hand down across the business woman's voluptuous
thighs. She was just a little disappointed to find the skin
under her clothes so pale. If they only had more time, she
would've taken her to her favorite spot out in the desert and
taught her wonderful feeling you got from frolicking au
natural.
"Let just me get the rest of this off you." Michelle said in a
commanding voice.
The authority in her tone and her willing reaction to it took
Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used to taking orders,
especially from another woman. Her bisexual experiences had
been with women more or less her own age. The first had been
after a long endless night working on a report when she had
been guided into the pleasures of girlsex by her
administrative assistant. It had been an eye-opening
experience. Yet in the end, she was somewhat relieved when
Donna had quit to take a job with another company. Kelly's
world might not have been as oppressive as Michelle's
regarding lesbianism, but it wasn't that open either. She
wouldn't loose her job over being exposed, but it would
certainly bar her from the vice president's office. After
Donna, all of her affairs had been far from the office and
usually with women who had as much to loose as she did.
What really surprised Kelly was that she was actually
enjoying a submissive role for a change. Usually she had to
exert her dominance in every aspect of her life, but she could
feel the energy in the woman undressing her. It excited her
and she wanted to just see where it would take her.
In no time at all, Michelle had undressed both Kelly and
herself. Kelly watched with approval as the Navy Officer had
carefully placed her traveling suit over the back of a chair,
careful not to wrinkle the clothing. At least she was
considerate enough to realize that she could hardly show up in
San Diego in crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen through over
less.
Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's huge breasts.
Once, while she was pregnant, her own breasts had been close
to this size, but had shrunk back to normal afterwards. Still,
one does what they can with what they have. She gently
caressed Kelly's mounds with her hands and swirling fingers,
making imaginary circles around the now swollen nipples. Her
soft touch excited Kelly greatly, her nipples had always been
extra sensitive. Michelle could hear her lover's breathing
began to quicken, causing the blonde's own juices to collect
between her legs.
Her tongue replaced her hands and like a babe, she pulled the
large nipples deep into her hungry mouth. Strong fingers
kneaded the abundant flesh, playing an erotic symphony on
Kelly's body.
Kelly reached out with her own slender fingers and played
with Michelle's breasts in turn. Truth be told, she actually
wished she had mounds like that, having always believed that
her's were oversized. She lifted up each breast to her mouth
and ran her tongue across the stiff and tanned nipples and
kissed each in turn. This sent little shivers of pleasure
across Michelle's chest.
In response, Michelle slid one hand down across Kelly's thigh
and between her legs, delighting in the deep wetness she found
there. Skillfully massaging the stubby clit she found there,
she began to steer Kelly toward her first orgasm. A single
finger became two, then three. They slid in and out faster and
faster, adding fuel to the fire that raged deep inside.
Kelly continued to work on Michelle's
breasts, kissing, teasing, and biting them over and over. The
conflagration that radiated from her own womanhood made her
more and more aggressive. She began to heave back and forth as
she felt her first small orgasm, the wetness of which covered
Michelle's fingers.
With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's head back and
kissed her forcefully, sucking the force of Kelly's orgasm
into her. Her tongue pressed firmly against Kelly's. The
kisses continued, becoming softer, longer and much wetter.
There were few things Michelle loved more than sharing french
kisses with another woman, and from the response, Kelly shared
the passion.
Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle back to the
large bed, the size of which made it obvious that Michelle's
friend used it for a lot more that a quick nap. She spread her
long muscular legs wide and immediately dropped her head
between them. Kelly had been delighted to see that Michelle
had indeed kept her pussy as bare as a teenage girl's as she
had mentioned in her emails. She had never been with a woman
who shaved her hair, it was an immense turn-on.
Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness of Kelly's
tongue as it slid up and into her love canal. Hitting all the
right spots, she began to drive the younger woman up the
ridges of her own climax. It wasn't long before Michelle's
heart was racing and the same electrical surges that Kelly had
felt a short time before now ravaged her own body.
Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her powerful hands,
Michelle pulled her deeper between her legs. So forceful was
her grip that Kelly couldn't even catch her breath. Not that
she cared at the moment. All that concerned her was the small
trickle of juices that she was eagerly lapping up with the tip
of her tongue. A trickle that she knew would soon be a flood.
She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's naked form,
covered with sweat, began to buck and quake. The larger woman
let out a loud cry of joy as she exploded in and across
Kelly's mouth. Kelly would've joined in the shout but she was
too busy lapping up her reward.
PART 3
"Oh God, that was great." Michelle panted as the two woman
laid side by side.
The two spent long minutes just silently kissing and licking
each other clean. No further words
were shared, just an
occasional shared laughter.
Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock on the wall,
the military woman noted that they had already been at it for
over a half hour. Time was running so fast.
Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the
passage of time, she was having to much fun. She never
realized how good it could feel to just let someone else take
control, even if just for a little while.
"I've got a little surprise for you." Michelle laughed as
she reached under the bed and pulled out her flight bag.
Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in shock, as
Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from the dark blue bag. In
her own luggage, she kept a smaller vibrator, but nothing like
this. It was the strap on kind, and it was obvious that
Michelle planned to wear it.
"I don't know about this..." Kelly said with more than a
touch of hesitation in her voice.
"Didn't you say in your emails that it's always been your
fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" Michelle asked as she
jumped back onto the bed. "How you always dreamed about it but
would never do it with a man other than your husband."
Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she studied the
formidable rubber phallic. It had been her fantasy to be
totally ravaged at least once in her life. She loved her
husband, she really did. Yet sometimes she so much wanted
something more than his 7" in her.
"I guess that sometimes you can fantasize about something
knowing its never going to happen, that way its a safe
obsession." Came her reply.
"All right." Michelle said, a little
disappointed. "I'll just put this away then."
"Wait...." Kelly said, taking the time to measure her words.
"I'd really like to try it....honestly."
The look of disappointment on Michelle's face instantly
turned to joy. It resembled nothing else if not that of the
cat that ate the canary. She quickly secured the straps of
her artificial manhood around and between her legs. She held
out her hand to Kelly and guided her to the floor, it was
always more fun down there.
She again started with kisses, first her cheeks, then her
mouth. She continued down her body, taking the time to once
again enjoy the fullness of Kelly's breasts. Eventually she
reached her still moist mound, glistening with shiny droplets
of her earlier eruption.
Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no time in exploring
the inner reaches of her new lover's sexuality. The scent of
their recent sex filled her nostrils as much as the taste of
it filled assaulted her tongue. Michelle took a firm grip on
Kelly's buttocks and pulled her closer.
"Oh yes.." Kelly said as the frequency of Michelle's
withdrawals and re-insertions increased with each passing
moment.
Michelle continued with her oral
ministrations, always aware of the ticking of the clock above
her. And with each passing minute, Kelly's moans became louder
and louder. Michelle was pleased that she was having such an
effect on her lover, but was becoming concerned that someone
might hear her. True, they were in a private section of the
terminal, but there were still workers in the building. What
if someone heard them and decided to investigate?
"Not so loud!" Michelle commanded as she paused for a
moment. "We don't want to draw company."
Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a few minutes. But
finally the wet, moist tongue buried inside her cause her to
resume her cries, in an even louder volume.
"Oh God...oh my God...oh it' s so good...
faster...faster...!" Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that it
caused Michelle to jump.
In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned that she was a
screamer. Michelle immediately realized that Kelly couldn't
help herself. As the woman beneath her let out a second
equally loud shout, Michelle grabbed the closest thing at hand
off the floor and pushed it into Kelly's mouth. What it
turned out to be was her own panties, still wet with her
anticipation over Kelly's visit.
"Kelly, you have to quiet down..." She said in her most
commanding tone. "If you can't stop I'll have to leave that
gag in place...either that or we'll have to stop. If I leave
it there, then you can moan as loud as you want. Do you want
me to take it out and stop?"
Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent motion. No
matter what it took, she wanted Michelle to keep on going.
Assuming the classic missionary position, Michelle took hold
of the large rod dangling between her legs and positioned it
at the entrance of Kelly's now very lubricated pussy. She
pushed forward ever so slightly, opening wide the folds of
her womanhood.
Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even through her
makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin having lost that
distinction some 23 years before, but she had never ever taken
anything that big inside her before. Michelle looked up from
her view of the cockhead disappearing inside Kelly's pussy at
the sound. She looked into Kelly's brown eyes to see if she
wanted her to stop. It only took a second for Kelly to bob her
head up and down for Michelle to continue.
Over the next several minutes, Michelle slowly entered and
re-entered Kelly, measuring the force of her thrusts with the
display of discomfort shown on the businesswoman's face. She
really didn't want to hurt her and was relieved when her
facial expression changed from one of determined acceptance to
one of enjoyment. If the blonde haired woman needed any other
encouragement, she felt Kelly's hands against her ass, pushing
her inside her.
Now freed from that worry, Michelle began to pump away in
earnest. Faster and faster she thrusted, driving almost the
full length of her fake cock into her lover. The pressure of
the small protrusion on the underside of the rubber that
caressed her own clit, sending oscillating waves through her
own form. Thus each powerful stroke was felt by both women.
Michelle had started with the missionary position because it
was the easiest for entry. Now to was time to just really have
fun. She pulled out of Kelly and barked out an order that
would've made her instructor back in basic training proud.
"Get on all fours!" She commanded.
So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she was getting from
Michelle's robust penetrations, Kelly quickly moved to
respond. Without really taking the time to think about it,
she flipped over and assumed the position, lifting her bottom
up into the air as to invite easy access. She just wanted
Michelle back inside her.
In that she wasn't disappointed. Michelle grabbed her legs
and spread them even wider. Then with a lust filled thrust,
rammed the cock back inside her. Harder and harder she
pushed, taking both of them to the heights of passion.
Both women could feel the rising explosion that would consume
them both. Kelly was more than content to just lie there and
await it, but Michelle was determined to meet it head-on.
Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle straddled her,
planted her cock ever deeper with each effort. Now it was
Michelle who was grunting ever louder as sweat poured from her
pores and her breasts bounced back and forth. Kelly was
totally pinned, she tried to shift to a more comfortable
position was helpless against the younger woman's strength.
It was Kelly who erupted first. Michelle could feel her
pussy contract around the fake cock as she pulled and pushed
it in with a single fluid motion. Her own orgasm followed two
strokes later.
PART 4
They collapsed upon each other, drenched in
a combination of sweat, sex and exhaustion. They
just laid there for about ten minutes, trading soft
touches and little kisses.
The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's
plane left in less than forty minutes. They had to get
cleaned up. Reluctantly they lifted themselves off
the floor and kissed one more time.
Standing naked a few feet from each other,
they laughed at the sign of each other. Neither
resembled the woman who walked into the room a
short time before.
Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a
shower large enough for two and it wasn't long
before they had washed each other clean. Time was
now the enemy as they dressed and gathered their
things. Since Michelle had a change of underwear in
her bag, Kelly asked to keep the ones that had
served as her gag as a souvenir. She quickly shoved
them into her jacket's side pocket.
They had to race down the corridor to make
the last call for the flight. Flashing an id given to her
by the Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all
the way to the plane. Kelly suddenly pulled her to a
stop just a few feet from the cabin door. Quickly
looking right and left to make sure they were alone,
she leaned forward and kissed her. It was a brief but
satisfying kiss.
"I love you." Kelly whispered before she
turned and ran into to plane, afraid that if she waited
any longer she might not get on.
Michelle watched as the attendant secured
the cabin door behind her. Her eyes searched the
small windows as the plane pulled away for some
sign of her - to no avail. Before turning and heading
back down the passageway, she whispered to
herself.
"I love you too."
Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane
pulled up and into the sky. Happy at what Michelle
and she had shared, it was an experience she would
always remember. Sad at the knowledge that it
would never be repeated. They were of two
different worlds and neither would give up their
world to live in the others. They would always
remain friends. That, and the memory, would be
enough.
Three days later, Michelle got her first mail
from Kelly since they had met. She agreed with
Kelly's assessment of their relationship. It was
enough that they'd had that moment in time. As she
got to the bottom of the letter she burst into
laughter....
"...and the client in San Diego couldn't believe how
relaxed I was after traveling cross-country the day
before.
By the way, you'll never believe what
happened while I was away. They fired Janice
Zimmerman. It seems that all the while she was
saving the company those nickels and dimes, she
was diverting the nickels to her own personal
account. They're even thinking of pressing charges
against her. I almost feel sorry for her, after all, it
was because of her the trip turned out like it did.
Think I should send her a thank you card?
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