From: annd@pop.tiac.net (Ann Douglas)
Subject: One Moment In Time - F
Date: Thu, 17 Oct 1996 18:20:57 GMT
Organization: The Internet Access Company, Inc.
Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated
and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond
by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One
thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in
your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is.
-One Moment In Time-
Part One
by Ann Douglas
"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.
-One Moment In Time-
Part Two
by Ann Douglas
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.
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 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.
-One Moment In Time-
Part Three
by Ann Douglas
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.
"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.
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?
Love Always,
Kelly
XOXOXOX
END
--
Ann Douglas
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