Date: Mon, 10 Mar 2003 14:31:17 +0000
From: jim dsgsadgf <prez_vu@hotmail.com>
Subject: Re: Dark_Fantasy Part 12

"I'm a disgrace to the priesthood" the sobered up priest said sitting up,
untangling himself from your limbs.

"Then maybe you are not cut out to be a priest after all, you said yourself
that 'to deny our impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human'
at least you can say that you preach what you say" you grin, climbing
behind the priest and cuddling him.

"Perhaps, but I wonder why it is you came back after all those
years...Rachael" the priest sighs, rolling away from your embrace.

What was that? Is that really my name you wonder to yourself, or was it
merely another on screen persona name?

"After that incident in angel falls, I always wondered if you would come
back, I always thought that you blamed me for what happened."

Angel falls? You have a brief flashback of falling so far down only to be
engulfed by blackness; there was a car involved and someone else driving.

"I decided to join up priesthood to get away from all of the media
speculation surrounding that incident, I lost my career, my wife, my house
everything from that stupid little stunt, but I see that at least you are
in good health."

"Who else was in the car with me that day?" you ask, trying to piece it all
together.

"That was a very long time ago, I can't remember what happened as I have
erased it from my mind, you could try approaching the director that
bastard, using me as his scapegoat to wipe his hands clean of the whole
incident, he too joined the priesthood to escape the speculation, but I
hear he was only doing it for research purposes he left this church not
long ago to restart his work, promising me the world, fame, money, women, I
won't work for him again though, I'm through with working in that
industry...bloody cutthroat industry. I think he changed his name too what
was it... Mr Tang Vu? Poor choice if you ask me, but I never did like him
in the first place." Throughout all this you notice that the priests hands
are clenched tight, his whole body is visibly shaking in anger as he
recounts all these events.

"So your not Fr Ferguson? What did you do on the sets when making the
films?"

"No my dear, I'm not Fr Ferguson, he has left to restart his filming
career, I mainly handled the stunt work on the film sets, until that
incident..."

"So where is he directing?" you ask excitedly.

"Ironically he is directing his new movie at the same location at the
moment, I think he is only using it for a brief scene though, at angel
falls. Stupid dolt still keeps in touch with me, maybe he is hoping that I
will forget how he betrayed me and made me into his scapegoat...I will have
the last laugh though, one day." With that the priest handed you his phone
number, saying that if you ever need any help, then you can call him. You
thank him and leave.

You board the plane to Venezuela that very afternoon, carrying only your
money, a change pair of clothes for when you get there and a few books
about South America. Sitting at the rear of the plane next to the toilet,
ironically the only seat available on such short notice, you recount all
that was said during the past 12 hours. Rachael? Accident? Angel falls?
Someone driving the car? Who was driving the car? An airhostess asking if
you want chicken or pasta breaks your train of thought.

"Wha? Oh uhmm, is the chicken breast or thigh? I feel like abit of breast
tonight"

The hostess giggles before replying "Yes the chicken is breast, do you
prefer breast?"

You smile looking up at her, she is quite pretty, but it is her eyes that
captivate you the most, a mixture of blue and green, they are wide and
puppy dog-like, framed by her short shoulder length black hair. She is
smirking at you, which you find quite seductive. You reply with a "As long
as its firm and juicy, I don't mind if its breast or thigh as long as I can
taste its juices, nobody likes their meat dry, do you?" you wink at her,
you wonder if she feels the same way about you?

"Both the breast and thigh are juicy and succulent, I like my meats to be
juicy, to taste them as you roll your tongue over them, their juices
dribbling down your chin."

You laugh gleefully at her statement, happy that you both stand equal on
the subject of juicy meat. "I will have the chicken then, thanks" you smile
at her and she smiles back. The chicken was good, as the hostess promised,
juicy and firm you tuck in hungrily, you haven't eaten since this
morning. After the meal you sit back and relax, the rest of the passengers
on the plane are quieter now since they have eaten and most are going back
to sleep or watching the in flight movie, some dodgy action flick by the
looks of it, something involving drama on an airplane, how ironic you think
to yourself. You get up to go to the toilet, but you don't intend to use it
to empty your bladder. You brush past the hostess on the way winking at her
and grinning, you make sure she knows what is on your mind before entering
the toilet. You do not have to wait long before you hear a soft knock on
the door, you unlock the door and watch as the stewardess opens up the
door, looks around then shuts it behind her, locking it. Her butt is facing
towards you and you stand up bending her over the basin as you undo her
pants with your right hand, your other hand unbuttoning the front of her
shirt and bra. The hostess moves to remove her thin white silk underpants
but you stop her, turning her round to face you, you suck on her neck until
you feel her panting in your ear, lifting her up, one hand underneath her
buttock, the other at the small of her back, you lift her up onto the
basin, moving lower and lower licking her small erect nipples, always
moving lower. You reach the edge of the silk panties, your open lips
finding the their soft inner sides, moving slowly upwards, towards the high
silk covered mount. The hostess's fingers are white as they grip the back
of your head, your tongue touches the moist silk and she moans softly, her
back arching. You begin to lick at her through the thin barrier of silk,
her back arches back as she grips the nape of your neck harder, pushing
your face into her as her legs lock at the nape of your neck, her small
mouth opened in ecstasy making involuntary cries as the tension builds up
inside her. You move aside the thin silk panties and bury your face into
her, your tongue laving the inside of her tasting her juices as it mixes
with your saliva and dribbles down your chin. Her long legs convulse
upwards as her ankles lock around your nape. You move slightly upwards,
taking her lips into your mouth as you move towards her core, sucking it
into your mouth, she is quite wet as her juices dribble down your lips,
your tongue busily lapping it up as her legs roll upwards in powerful
thrusts as she groans out loud, her thigh muscles tensing up as you feel
her orgasm, her whole body shaking uncontrollably from pleasure. Heatedly,
she drags you up from where you are, her lips wildly on yours, her tongue
exploring, desperately wanting you, to give you pleasure like you had given
her. Her deft fingers click as she undoes your belt dragging it off as she
rips open your button up jeans pulling it down. She bends you down like you
had done to her earlier, her hands running over your bared ass and thighs,
exploring until she reaches your shaven lips, her finger sliding along the
length of it parting it as she slides back and forth along it until her
finger comes away wet. She takes the finger to her lips sucking on it,
"Mmm... now that is juicy, I wonder how firm it is?" she says spanking your
ass hard, you feel it sting as she leaves a handprint on your ass,
repeating the process until the pain becomes dulled and the pleasure begins
to take over, your moans giving you away.

"You like that don't you? Quite a firm ass you have there, just the way I
like it" the hostess whispers in your ear before moving back down, stooping
her head down trailing her tongue down the length of your back and over
your ass cheeks, nibbling and sucking a she goes. Her tongue licks at you,
like a hungry dog it laps from your front to back, eagerly lapping up your
juices as you moan, your problems and worries dissipating to be replaced by
pleasure. She stops abruptly when she feels that you are ready, her tongue
exploring further back as she rims your ass, her tongue flickering in and
out like a snake sensing its prey as she circles her other hand, sliding
two fingers into you with ease. You use your inner muscles against her
fingers, increasing the pleasure as she slides in and out faster and
faster, her busy tongue running circles and flicking in and out, further
increasing the pleasure as you feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, the
pleasure building up like a furnace until you feel the pleasure
uncontrollable, thrusting faster against her fingers you arch your back,
your mouth open in abandon as you groan, your body overwhelmed with
pleasure as it sweeps through your body, losing control, filled with fire
up to your throat and beyond.

"*DING* this is your captain speaking, we are approaching Venezuela, the
time is 8pm and the temperature a humid 36 C, on behalf of the cabin crew I
would like to thankyou for flying with us, and I hope you all have a happy
and safe journey. *click*"

"Well that's my signal, gotta get ready for landing!" the hostess replies
hurriedly putting on her pants and shirt.

"We have to do this again sometime, what was your name?" you ask the
hostess, before she leaves the cubicle.

"Definitely, here's my card" winking before handing the card over, she
adjusts herself and leaves the cubicle to join the rest in preparation for
landing. You look down onto the card all it says is "The maintainer" with a
phone number, what an odd name you think to yourself as you put on your
clothes and sit yourself back down in your seat. I wonder what she
maintains?

To be continued...