And Mistress Collette controlled them all. 

   I hung up the phone, thanking the contractor fervently.  Smiling broadly I bounded up the stairs to let Collette know the wonderful news.  I walked into the bedroom and stood silently, watching her sleep.  Her brown hair spread out in disarray, blanketing the maroon satin pillowcase on which she was resting her beautiful face.  I walked softly to her side of the bed and bent forward to kiss her forehead.   Soft, gentle pecks that led from her forehead, down her nose until my lips rested against her. 

   "Wake," a soft kiss, "up," another, "sweetie," a third. 

   Collette opened her eyes, the brown orbs staring into my face.  A smile graced her face when she saw the look of excitement written on my face.   "What?" she whispered, still groggy.

   My smile grew, "the yacht.  It is ready, on it's way to Egypt.   We leave tomorrow afternoon."

   Collette lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck.  She pulled me down until our lips met in a passionate tango of desire.  We kissed; our tongues snaking into each other's mouth.  Collette pulled me harder until I was lying on top of her.  Our eyes locked, happiness and delight, desire and passion written on each other's faces.  I rolled over, pulling Collette until she was sitting on my chest, her legs on either side of my hips.

   Smiling up at her my voice choked with delight, "I take it you are happy with the news?"

   "Yes," she replied, any sign of fatigue lost in the cosmos, only her happiness shining through in the softly lit room. 

   Reaching up I took her hands in mine and held them affectionately.  I continued to smile up at the woman I loved, at my mistress, at my everything.   Holding her hands I brushed my thumbs over the back of her hands in a tender caress.  We stayed in bed for another hour, Collette straddling my chest, smiling happily, while I rested under her, softly stroking her hands.  We discussed the flight, the packing that needed to be done.  We talked about the yacht, and I admitted to being giddily anxious to give her the tour.  I answered her questions concerning the crew, both their qualifications and their submissiveness.

   Through it all, Collette could only smile and giggle happily.  She asked questions about the yacht, how many rooms, how big, did it have a pool, the questions rained down.  Smiling broadly I answered all I could and each response brought another broad smile, another delightful burst of laughter.  We held hands as the sun crept along the floor and slowly up the wall, time passing in unmeasured spurts.

   When the clock chimed three in the afternoon Collette and I got out of bed.   I headed downstairs to prepare a brief brunch for Collette and I while she headed into the bathroom to take a brief shower.  Twenty minutes later Collette came into the kitchen to sit comfortably in the breakfast nook.  I served breakfast fajitas, eggs and bacon with cheese sandwiched between two flour tortillas.  I placed diced jalapeno peppers on the table and we added them for seasoning. 

   With breakfast out of the way we began doing laundry, washing what we planned on taking with us on the flight.  We knew we would purchase tons of new clothes as we stopped in ports along the Nile, but we wanted to bring some of our favorite outfits.  Collette came into the living room carrying an empty suitcase.  With a giggle in her throat, and a smile on her lips, she whispered, her voice teasing, "this is all I plan to wear."

   I looked into the empty suitcase and then at her shining face.  I crossed the room and carried her to the couch.  I set her on the couch, and kneeling by her side I pressed my lips to hers.  I pressed my tongue into her mouth, probing the warm cavern.  Our mouths merged, our tongues probed, and passion erupted.

   Collette sat up and gripped my t-shirt.  She pulled it over my head and threw it aside.  Out tongues continued to dance as our lips pressed firmly against each others.  My hands slid up her calves to rest on her soft thighs.  My fingers tickled under the hem of her shorts and Collette moaned in anticipation.  I reached up and gripped the waistband of her white shorts.  Collette lifted her hips and I pulled her shorts over her soft ass.  I pulled the soft cloth down her calves.   She lifted her feet and I pulled her shorts from her body. 

   Now nude from the waist down, Collette parted her thighs.  Reading the invite, I lowered my head to lick a moist path up from her bent knee.  My tongue slid along the soft skin.  I could taste a slight hint of salt, warm and wonderful.   The whiskers of my beard tickled her skin as I slid my face upward.  My probing tongue parted her nether lips, and with a quick thrust I pushed my tongue into the hot cave of her pussy.

   I pushed my tongue fully into her sex, shook it briskly, and pulled it back out.  In, shake, out.  I continued to probe the soft tissue of her heated sex.  She grabbed my hair and pulled my head firmly between her widely parted thighs. She pulled my hair and held me against her pussy.  My face was trapped between her thighs, held there firmly.  I could smell her arousal, could taste the strong fluids of her excitement.  My tongue continued to pulse between the soft flesh of her sex.

   Collette moaned in delight.  She held my hair firmly and then used it to pull my tongue up her body.  I licked a tender path through her tangled mat of pubic hair, up her soft stomach, pausing briefly to swirl my tongue within the hole of her belly button.  A soft lick and a shudder before being pulled further upward.  I pulled my tongue up her chest and between her tender breasts.  My tongue pressed firmly against her throat, and still she pulled.  She rotated her body until we were lying on the couch.

   She pulled until my lips were once again planted against hers.  We kissed passionately and I moaned as Collette guided my erect cock to the velvety softness of her sex.  With a gentle shove I found myself fully inserted within the soft confines of her pussy.  Our lips merged as we thrust our hips in ecstasy.  Passion erupted, delight overcame, our senses peaked.  Delight and wonder, ecstasy and rapture, blinding pleasure.  Our love culminated as our lips continued to meld into one.

   I held myself inside Collette as I continued to lie atop her soft form.   We continued to kiss softly, our lips dancing against each others face.  I whispered soft words of love and adoration into Collette's captivating ear.  She smiled and rolled over softly.  I slipped from her wet embrace and lowered myself to the floor.  We held hands in the bright light that streamed into the living room, my hand reaching up to hers as she lay comfortably on the couch. 

   We spoke about the trip while the shadows moved across the walls in lazy slowness.  An hour passed before we arose to continue our chores.  I packed my favorite jeans, shorts and shirts while Collette did the same.  When it was all done we had two suitcases apiece packed for the long flight.  I carried the suitcases to my truck and placed them in the cab, locking them in securely.  Returning to the house Collette was hanging up the phone; dinner was taken care of.

  When the Chinese food arrived, we ate it in the comfortable silence only the most secure relationships could endure.  The fare was wonderful, the fortunes nestled away in their protective, edible shell, were clever but intentionally cryptic.  They pandered to everyone, fitting all.  We giggled as we read them, "NEVER LOST, NEVER FOUND," mine read, and Collette's, "LOVE IS A COMIC STRIP, FUNNY SOMETIMES, BUT ALWAYS SOUGHT." 

   I cleared the dished, putting them in the dishwasher.  I washed the counters and table and when the kitchen was clean I joined Collette in the living room.   She had started a fire and was resting comfortably in a soft, hunter-green terry cloth robe.  She smiled as I crossed the room to sit by her side.  Her smile grew, her lips shining in the soft light of the room.  She handed me a book, asking me to read to her. 

   I smiled back, opening the book to continue reading "The Taming of the Shrew," only occasionally tripping on the syntax.  Collette wrapped her robe around her shoulders, and shut her eyes, her head resting against on of the floral throw pillows. She purred happily as I read, enjoying the story she herself had read countless times alone.  I read each line slowly, enjoying the story; enjoying Collette's apparent delight.  I had been reading to her for years and looked forward to it each evening.   She always stopped me when she had had enough, and I would mark the page, setting the book aside for continuation the next day. 

   The book would be in my suitcase, I would not leave it behind.    I read for just a few pages before Collette stopped my oration.  I set the bookmark in the thick tome, marking our page for the next time we could enjoy our simple, heartfelt diversion.  Collette took my hand an pulled it to her mouth. She kissed my fingers tenderly, and I brought my free hand up to softly stroke her cheek.  We continued to hold each other affectionately, Collette caressing my fingers, me her face.   We talked about our recent good fortune, and the upcoming trip. 

   The sun set, the room growing dark, until the fire crackling loudly in the fireplace cast eerie shadows across the walls.  Collette sat up and pulled my by my hand out of the room.  The fire would die out on its own, a fact we learned years before.   She escorted me up the stairs.  Collette dropped her robe, revealing her naked body.  She draped the robe over the corner chair and climbed into bed.  She pulled me to her, our mouths intertwining.

   We made tender love, caressing, probing, teasing, and tasting.  We softly stroked each others skin, gentle and slow.  We took our time, not rushing the delicate moment.  Each passing second a savored moment in time.  Slowly we caressed, until our culmination washed over our heated bodies.  Collette moaned in delight, her voice growing high as her body swelled in pleasure.  She shrieked in delight as an orgasm over took her excited body.  I moaned as my cock erupted within the velvety softness of the wet sex.

   We continued to lie on the bed savoring the afterglow of our love.   We held hands in the dark room, speaking in muted tones about the trip.   Anticipation grew as time clicked into the past.  We climbed off the bed to take a quick, cleansing shower.  I washed Collette's body, and she in turn washed mine.   We washed each others hair, scrubbing the scalp with the scented shampoo.  We padded naked from the shower to once again climb into bed.  Sleep overtook us, and the dreams were wonderful.

*   *   *   *   *

   The pilot spoke into the intercom, his voice calm, "we will be airborne shortly, Lydia, please make sure the cabin is secure for take off.."

   The single stewardess, Lydia obviously, walked down the single aisle between the comfortable seats of the Lear jet.  She verified that Collette and I were firmly strapped into our seats.  She smiled at Collette and returned to the front of the small cabin.  She sat in her own chair that faced into the center part of the plane.  She strapped herself into her chair, pulling the shoulder strap firmly.

   The plane began to taxi down the runway, and with a final announcement from the pilot we were airborne.  We quickly climbed in altitude, Collette and I staring out the window at the diminishing ground below.  Building shrank, and cars dwindled until they resembled ants bustling about a metropolitan anthill.  We continued to climb, clouds slowly beginning to obscure our view of the decreasing city below. 

   My ears popped as we climbed.  I watched as we ascended through the clouds.  I stared down at the beautiful white clouds as they mingled with one another.  My eyes scanned the bulging white cloudscape, and I enjoyed the view.   Collette stared out her window as well, watching the clouds race past.  Her face alight with a happy smile, the scene below calming, serene. 

   The pilot, his voice deep and resonant spoke over the announcing system again, "ma'am, sir, we have leveled out at nineteen thousand feet, and we foresee a smooth ride until we land in Reykjavik, Iceland, for a brief refueling stop.  Due to customs restrictions we will not be permitted to leave the aircraft.   From there we will continue our trip, once again refueling in London.  After that we will land in Cairo, at nine p.m. Cairo time.  Enjoy your flight."

   Two loud dings sounded through the planes cabin, and the fasten seat belt light flicked off.  Collette signaled the stewardess and she unstrapped herself from her chair.  She walked through the small cabin to stand by Collette.  "How can I serve you, Mistress?"

   Collette smiled, her face alive with delight.  She turned to look at me, and I smiled back, giving a slight nod.

   She turned back to the stewardess, "I would like a drink.  Canadian Whiskey and Diet Coke."

   "Yes, ma'am."  She turned to head to the rear of the plane.  She opened the ice chest in the rear galley, and deposited three ice cubes in a plastic cup.  She poured in a full bottle of one of the single serving size bottles of Seagram's Whiskey.  She opened a can of Diet Coke and filled the cup.   With a balanced hand she returned to Collette's side and offered her the drink.   "Ma'am," her voice was subdued, soft and demure.

   Collette took the proffered cup, bringing it to her red lips.   She took a sip, savoring the bite of the mixed drink.  She took a second sip, a third.  "Thank you," she paused to read the name tag, "Lydia, this is wonderful."

   "You are welcome, ma'am."

   She took another sip, smacking her lips at the bite of the alcohol.  Her mind was spinning, delight growing as the realization hit her, the crew was hers, as was the plane.  The nod from Dennis had confirmed what she had reasoned to be true, it was all hers.  "Lydia?" 

   "Yes, Mistress?" her voice was low, her eyes downcast.

   "Strip," one word, simple and direct. 

   Lydia spoke, her voice soft, "yes, Mistress."

   Collette turned to me, "strip."   The same word, the same underlying power.  She was a confident woman, and when in control that confidence escalated.  She took another sip, finishing off her drink.   The ice rattled loudly in the empty plastic glass.  She sat there quietly watching as the two of us removed our clothes.

   From my sitting position I lowered my hands to pull off my shoes.  I set them under my chair, and pulling off my socks, I placed them inside.  I unbuckled my seat belt and stood up in the small cabin.   Lydia slowly unbuttoned her dark blue blazer.  She pulled the heavy jacket off her shoulders, setting the garment on the empty seat she had sat in on take-off.  I unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled them down my legs.  I looked at the bemused smile on Collette's face as Lydia and I removed our clothes.

   Lydia pulled the hem of her white blouse out of the waistband of her skirt.   She unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers shaking slightly.  She was nervous, uneasy.  Slowly she pulled each white button out of its resting place.  Inhaling sharply she pulled the blouse apart.  She pulled the diaphanous shirt apart, revealing her soft, lacy brassiere.  I stared at the soft swell of Lydia's breasts, hidden by the soft lace.  I slowly pulled my shirt over my head. 

   Lydia reached behind her back and unbuttoned her skirt.   She pulled the zipper down, and dropped the skirt to the carpeted floor.  She shut her eyes and moaned slightly.  A soft blush climbed to redden her cheeks.   Collette chuckled slightly, enjoying the site of the flush that burned Lydia's cheeks.  

   I placed my shirt on the chair behind me.  Standing up, I gathered up my pants and placed them atop my shirt.  I gulped, swallowing heavily, and quickly pulled my underwear down my legs.  I picked them up and set them on my growing pile of clothes.  I stood naked in the plane, watching as Lydia stripped off the rest of her clothes.

   She reached between her breasts and pulled apart the cups of her brassiere.  Her breasts were firm, standing proudly from her thin chest.   Her nipples were hard in the cool air of the cabin.  She pulled the straps down her arms. and set the undergarment aside.  Her eyes still shut, she pressed her fingers into the waistband of her panties.  She slid them down her legs, and dropped them behind her. 

   "Lydia, look at me,"  Collette's voice was calm, yet there was a hint of strength, an undercurrent of power that made defiance obsolete.   The tone disallowed disobedience. 

   Lydia raised her bowed head and opened her eyes.  She looked into the beautiful face of her mistress, a soft smile tickling at the corners of her mouth. 

   "You are very pretty, Lydia,"  Collette told her, smiling happily.

   "Thank you, mistress."

   Collette turned to me, "get hard."

   I turned to face her, my face blushing red.  I lowered my hand to my crotch and began lightly stroking my flaccid member.  I glanced between the smiling face of Collette and the soft, blushing face of Lydia.  My eyes scanned Lydia's body, the swell of her breasts, the shape of her legs, the trimmed patch of her pubic hair.   Her naked body was arousing and I stroked my cock in muted admiration. When my erection was standing proud Collette once again spoke to me, "don't lose that erection."  She turned to Lydia, "undress me."

   Lydia crossed the small expanse of the cabin and stood nervously beside Collette.  Lydia reached out and pulled Collette's blouse out of the waistband of her skirt.  Slowly, her fingers shaking in nervous excitement, Lydia began to unbutton the blouse of her mistress.  Collette held her eyes firmly on Lydia's delicate face, smiling at the rose color.  Lydia finished unbuttoning Collette's blouse, and with a quick motion, she peeled it down and set it aside.

   I continued to lightly stroke my erection as I watched the scene unfold in front of me.  Collette stood proudly in her white brassiere, as Lydia stepped closer.  She reached around the soft body of Collette and unbuttoned her skirt.  I could hear the sound of the zipper as the feminine skirt was softly unzipped.  The skirt dropped to the floor and Lydia bent softly to retrieve the item.  Collette stood and waited for Lydia to rise once again.

   Lydia placed the skirt aside, and reached her warm arms around Collette to unfasten her bra.

   I stroked my cock, slow, lazy, soft strokes, maintaining my erection as Lydia continued to undress Collette.  Lydia unclasped Collette's lacy brassiere, and pulled it forward, exposing her breasts to the cool air of the cabin.  I stroked myself softly as I watched in erotic delight as Lydia trailed her hands down Collette's soft skin.  Her fingers faced outward as she lightly brushed the warm skin of Collette.  Lydia's hands snaked beneath the lace of Collette's panties. 

   Slowly Lydia pulled Collette's silk panties down her legs, the crotch gripping tightly to the warmth between her thighs, like a man clinging to a life line, refusing to let go.  The panties snapped free, catching up with the rest of the soft cloth.  She pulled them downward, running her fingers along the soft skin.  Collette stepped out of her panties, and the three of us stood naked in the jet's small, comfortable cabin.

   The plane hit a small pocket of turbulence, and dipped slightly.  My hand pulled off my cock to grab hold of the foam backed chair.  I held my grip firmly as the plane righted itself.  Lydia seemed unfazed by the lilting motions of the plane, accepting it as normal.  Collette rocked and maintained standing.  When the plane leveled out again my hand returned to languidly stroke my cock.

   "Dennis,"  Collette said to me, "crawl over here and eat me."  Her voice was full of passion, grating in her throat. I took two tentative steps and dropped to my knees.  Lydia stepped back to allow me access to the silken recesses of Collette's pussy.  Collette turned to Lydia, "caress me."

   Lydia stepped forward, straddling my prone body.  She raised her small hands and softly ran her fingers of her hand along the gently ridge of Collette's left breast.  She gently caressed Collette's breasts, cupping them, lifting them, running her fingers in lazy circles over the hard flesh of her nipples.  Lydia continued to gently stroke Collette's soft breasts as I leaned in to work my tongue into the yielding folds of Collette's pussy.

   I pressed my tongue firmly into the warm cavern of Collette's sex.  My tongue penetrated the silken folds, pressing the gentle lips apart.  I flicked my tongue in rapid circles, massaging her pussy.   I could taste her excitement, warm and sweet on my tongue.  I savored the taste, and pushed my tongue deeper into her moistness. 

   Lydia continued to softly caress Collette's breasts.  She leaned forward to suckle at her nipples, pulling the hard nubs into her wet mouth.  Lydia ran her tongue in rapid strokes over the trapped flesh.  Collette moaned in pleasure, enjoying the sensations that crept through her body.  She gripped my hair, and pushed my face firmly against her heated sex. 

   I held my tongue extended as I rapidly shook my head side to side.   Collette held my head firmly against her sex, preventing me from pulling my face away.   I continued to pleasure her sex, my head shaking in delightful abandon.  Lydia toyed with Collette's nipples, biting them playfully, pulling them with her mouth. 

   Collette could only moan in delight.   Her moans grew in intensity as my tongue continued to penetrate her sex and Lydia continued to nurse her nipples.  A loud moan, and her breathing escalating as pleasure built.  I began oscillating my jaw, pressing firmly against the soft nether lips of Collette's pussy.  Playful biting motions, my lips serving in place of my teeth.  

   The plane shook lightly, the tremors of the cabin being transferred to Collette's sex.  She braced herself against my face, her hands pushing my face hard against her body.  The cabin rocked once more before returning to the normal smooth motion, only the hum of the engines rippling softly in the plane's underbelly.  Collette eased her grip on my hair, allowing me to continue the probing actions of my tongue.  She pulled on my hair, guiding me to her extended clit.   I trailed my tongue along as she pulled on my scalp.  I reached her clit and rapidly flicked my tongue over the hardened nub.

  Collette moaned loudly, her body tensing as an orgasm threatened to course through her body.  I continued to massage her clit with my tongue, and Lydia continued to softly nurse on her nipples.  Collette thrashed as she stood in the center aisle, my prostrate form kneeling between her parted thighs.  Lydia held Collette's breasts, her mouth savoring the salty taste on Collette's body.  Collette groaned, the excited sound of a woman reaching the pinnacle of sexual ecstasy.

   Collette released my hair and bade me to stand.  My cock stood at attention, begging for attention.  She turned to Lydia and told her to lie down on the carpet floor of the plane.  Lydia dropped to her knees, and rolling over, she lowered herself to the ground.  She rested on her back, her legs slightly spread.  A fine sheen of moisture could be seen glistening at the apex of her thighs.  Her soft pubic hair was trimmed neatly, a small v-shaped pattern.

   Collette took two small steps and straddled Lydia's face.  Lydia smiled as she stared at the gentle flesh between Collette's thighs.   Collette turned her head and directed me to turn around and pleasure Lydia.  I nodded in compliance and spun on my knees to rest between Lydia's parted thighs.   Collette dropped to her knees and pressed her sex against Lydia's mouth.  Lydia extended her tongue and penetrated the warm richness of Collette's pussy.  I ran my hands up Lydia's naked thighs and lowered my face to begin caressing Lydia's pussy with my tongue.

  Lydia clamped her thighs around my head, pulling my body into her sex with the strong pull of her legs.  I pressed my extended tongue into the silken folds, lapping at her sex like a kitten at a bowl of milk.  Gentle and slow, savoring the taste as I had the wonderful taste of Collette just moments before.  Lydia's legs flexed, clamping my head strongly.  The soft whiskers of my beard scratching at her naked thighs.

   Collette thrusted her cunt against Lydia's tongue, humping her face in lazy thrusts.  She ran her waist in slow circles as Lydia moved her tongue in a rapid side to side motion.  Her tongue oscillated as Collette positioned her sex where she wanted to feel the heated pleasure of Lydia's practiced tongue.  Collette pushed her knees further apart, sinking her body lower onto Lydia's face.  She moaned in delight as she pressed her body heavily against Lydia's trapped face.

   I pulled my tongue from Lydia's pussy, and she loosened her grip on my face to allow my access.  I brought my right index finger to take the place of my tongue.  I began to piston my finger rapidly into the moist flesh of her pussy.  My tongue trailed upward along my finger to firmly stroke the hardened nub of Lydia's heated clit.  Lydia flexed her thighs again, pushing my tongue hard against her clit.  She moaned against Collette's pussy as her delight echoed from her throat in a hearty growl.

   The plane banked sharply to the left as the pilot made a course correction.   Collette pressed her pussy against Lydia's face to support her body as the plane turned.  Lydia in turn clamped on my head stronger which pulled my face against her sex even firmer.  I struggled to draw a breath as my face became trapped against the moist recess of Lydia's pussy.  My face pushed painfully against my hand with the powerful tension of Lydia's legs.

   My cock throbbed against the vibrating floor of the plane.  The sensation was pleasant though the stimulation was lacking.   I brought my free hand down to softly caress my penis.  Collette caught me as I slowly stroked my erection.  She watched me as I pleasured Lydia, and Lydia pleasured her.  We were locked in our own realm of pleasure.  My arousal grew and my hand began to stroke faster, my knees pressing against the carpet to hold my cock aloft.

   Collette began moaning in delight as another orgasm swelled through her body.  Her fingers dug into the soft material of the planes seats.  Lydia continued to lightly lap at Collette's sex, her ministrations beginning to falter with the pleasing strokes my tongue was delivering to her heated sex.   My arousal was peaking as I listened to the sounds of the two lovely women with me climax.  Collette spoke in heated pauses, "Dennis," a pause, a moan, "stop strok...."  I moaned in frustration, my cock bobbing as I listened to the two women groan in ecstasy.  My free hand flexed frantically as my other hand continued to pump rapidly into the soft cavern of Lydia's pussy.

   I sucked in a breath of air, working to calm my heated nerves.  My cock danced, begging, needing, yearning for attention.  Lydia stopped her ministrations, her tongue holding still as my probing fingers brought her to orgasm.   Collette slowly pushed her cunt against Lydia's face, grinding her excited flesh against Lydia.  Collette shouted, "yes," heated words and heavy breathing.   Her orgasm swelled as Lydia moaned against her pussy.

   Lydia exploded in orgasm as well, my fingers pumping fast within her wet sex.  Her moans became gasps as she sucked in air between clenched teeth.  Her hips bucked, her legs shook in delighted spasms.   Collette came loudly, moaning in delight.  I pulled my finger from Lydia's sex, cleaning them with my tongue.  Her taste was strong on my fingers.  My cock begged for pleasure, bobbing in need.

   Collette stood up and extended her hand to Lydia.  She gripped the proffered hand and Collette pulled her to her feet.  I propped myself up on my knees and then stood up.  Collette told Lydia to serve the pilot a beverage.  Lydia reached for her skirt and Collette shook her head.  Lydia blushed and padded naked up the aisle to wait on the pilot.  Collette approached me and took my face in her hands.  She placed her lips to mine, kissing me passionately.

   I kissed her back, my tongue obeying as she pressed hers to mine, pinning mine against the floor of my mouth. My cock bobbed in need, yearning for attention.   Collette's hand dropped to my cock and stroked it lightly.  She breathed into my mouth, "don't come.  Tell me when you are about to come."  Keeping her lips planted on mine, she stroked my hard cock.

   Her stokes became faster, stronger, more assertive.  Her tongue danced against mine, our eyes locked.  I moaned against her lips as she continued to masturbate my turgid member.  I tiled my head, Collette's lips following.  I pulled my face back and groaned, "close," a single word dripping with lust.  Collette pulled her hand from my cock, releasing me.   She gripped my head and pulled my face to hers.

   She kissed me again, strongly, her eyes smiling at my frustration.  She waited another long moment and once again began stroking my cock.  Again she told me to inform her when I was close.  Her strong, teasing strokes once again brought me to the edge of orgasm, and once again I had to warn her of my need.  She stopped again and waited until my desire had waned.   Smiling broadly she lowered her hand to envelope my cock in her warm hand.

   She stroked me again, stopping just before my desire peaked.  My face contorted in desire, my eyes clenched shut.  Collette pushed me backwards, shoving me against one of the small, comfortable chair.  She dropped to her knees, her naked breasts sliding against my calves.  She took my cock in her mouth, sucking me in.   She ran her tongue along my shaft, teasing me with the insect soft draw of her tongue.

   I moaned, a long, throaty growl.   I swallowed heavily, my eyes shut as I took in the pleasuring strokes of her soft tongue.  My head rested against the chair, baring my throat as if to a vampire.   I groaned, "close," as once again my arousal reached the pinnacle of desire, dangerously close to crossing the forbidden line.

   Collette pulled her mouth from my cock, smiling up at my flexed neck and at the husky growl I could not suppress.  Again I groaned as Collette once again draped her mouth over my hard cock.  I became lost in the moment, only my pent-up desire occupied my mine.  Lydia bounced naked down the center aisle, intent of retrieving refreshment for the pilot that had thus far given us a smooth flight, and I did not notice, my mind concentrating only on my need to come.  Collette scraped her teeth along my shaft and pulled her mouth off my cock as once again I warned her of my impending release.

   She watched as my hands gripped the seat, my fingers digging into the soft cloth.  My breathing came in heavy spurts, exploding loudly from my lungs.  My eyes were shut, my mind concentrating on my denied pleasure.  I nodded mutely, a faint move of my head.  Collette smiled and once again enveloped my cock with her warm mouth.

   Her tongue trailed along my shaft, running the length with her flexing muscle.  She took me fully, my cock probing against the back of her throat.  She sucked hard, pulling her mouth off my shaft, her lips gripping me tightly.  I moaned again and felt my desire peaking.  I felt myself start to sweat in the cool cabin of the vibrating plane.  My neck strained as I struggled against the pleasurable sensations of Collette's soft mouth.

   Collette smiled and whispered, "come for me."

   I moaned a thank you, a guttural sound of pent-up frustration and absolute delight.  Collette lowered her mouth to take my cock within the warm cavern.  I mouthed a long sound of delight as I ejaculated my burning seed into Collette's mouth.  My penis throbbed as it released, filling her mouth.  I opened my mouth and looked down at the brown hair that caressed my stomach.  Collette kept her mouth planted on my waning erection until my balls were drained. 

   Collette crawled up my body and pressed her lips to mine.  She opened her mouth and began feeding me my spent seed.  The acrid taste filled my mouth.  I opened my eyes wide to stare into Collette's shining brown eyes.  She was smiling with her eyes, her tongue probing my mouth, pushing my ejaculate into the warm cavern of my mouth.

   From the corner of my eye I noticed Lydia bound naked back down the center of the plane carrying a steaming pot of coffee in her hand, and a cup in the other.  Collette continued to dance her tongue against mine, feeding me my seed until I had taken it all.  The taste was strong and heavy on my tongue, and I had to struggle to suppress a fit of coughing. 

   Collette watched my face contort and giggled, "we will have to get you used to the taste." 

   I looked at her amused face, and bowed my head.  Her meaning was perfectly clear.  Lydia returned from the cockpit, holding the coffeepot.  "Mistress Collette," she asked, her voice low, "would you like a cup of coffee?"

   Collette turned from my sitting form and responded, "not just yet, Lydia.  Thank you.  Is the pilot satisfied?"

   Lydia blushed at the word play, "yes, mistress."

   Smiling Collette spoke again, her voice light, "wonderful." 

   I ran my tongue over my lips, pulling the last vestiges of my sperm from my lips.  I swallowed again, my throat thick with the taste, my mouth dry.  Collette motioned Lydia to put the coffee away and Lydia walked briskly to the back of the plane where she put the coffeepot back on the warmer. 

   A moment later she returned, "mistress?"

   Collette pondered the two of us, Lydia standing nude in the aisle, and me, sitting naked in the chair.  "How long until we land?"  Collette asked.

   "In about an hour and a half, mistress," Lydia replied, the knowledge of the flight well known to her.

   Again, "wonderful.  Lydia, please retrieve our dinners."

   Lydia turned away to bring the requested item.  Turning to me Collette spoke, "start masturbating.  Don't come, just get close."

   I lowered my hand to my languid cock and began stroking myself to erection.   I massaged my growing erection, bringing myself to the edge of orgasm.  Lydia returned with a small cart, carrying three plastic covered plates.  She pulled the covers off revealing the meal underneath.  Large steaks with baked potatoes and lobster tail with drawn butter was the fare.  Each plate had two dinner rolls and a small helping of vegetables.

   Lydia offered Collette her plate and she took it gratefully.  She handed me mine and I used my free hand to lower the seat back and place my meal on it.  Collette looked at me and with a devilish smile she spoke, "you do need to get used to the taste, so I want to watch you come on your potato."

   I shuddered at the thought, my mind racing.  I could smell the enticing aroma of the steak, drifting towards me in the cool air of the planes cabin.  I groaned as I continued to furiously stroke my erection.  Shuddering I lifted my hips to point my cock at my uncovered plate.   Lydia was watching in amazement, her soft eyes wide.  Collette watched with a bemused look on her face and moaned in arousal, a throaty purr, when I ejaculated, my hand pumping rapidly.  I shot my seed onto my potato, splashing my steak, my vegetables and part of the chair in front of me.  I lowered my body to once again sit comfortably in the large chair.  

   Collette watched me intently as we ate our dinners.  Lydia sat in the chair in front of me, and I was sitting next to Collette, the aisle separating our nude bodies.   She took a small bite of the lobster, a soft purr escaping her lips as the savory-sweet meat melted on her tongue.  I shut my eyes and pulled a large bite of my potato into my mouth.  I chewed and swallowed.  I could not taste anything but the potato and butter, and told Collette as much.

   Collette took another bite of her lobster and nodded, "I figured as much."

   Lydia ate silently, listening to Collette and I discuss my "dressing."  She ate her lobster and dabbled at her steak, chewing silently.  Collette watched Lydia with a bemused smile, it is almost as if she is trying to hide, Collette thought, watching the way Lydia remained silent, and her soft, slow movement.  Turning her attention back to me Collette spoke again, "the plane is beautiful." 

   Her words seemed out of place, sitting naked, eating sperm covered food, still I replied, "yes, your plane is wonderful.   And very comfortable."

   We chatted amiably as we ate our meal.  I answered her questions about the yacht; its size, crew, and our plans in general.  During the meal I could not help but think about how my food was coated, sperm laden.  It was an odd thought, my mind tripping over my actions.  Eating the potato, not tasting the ejaculate, but knowing it was there.  I smiled at Collette, as we continued our conversation.

   Lydia listened intently, not commenting, just sitting quietly eating her meal.  When she finished eating, she cleared the plates.  I was happy to see a warm smile on Collette's face as my empty plate was taken away.  Eating my dinner had pleased her.  Lydia took a fresh plate of food to the pilot before returning to the cabin; awaiting further orders.

   "Lydia," the pilot announced over the intercom moments later, "please see to our Mistress, we are about to begin our descent into Reykjavik." 

   The plane banked sharply to the left, the pilot making the necessary course corrections for our arrival in Iceland.  The clouds outside the window thinned and I watched the blue water of the Atlantic grow closer as we descended.  I could see waves breaking in the water, chasing invisible currents as the water rushed toward the approaching land.  I glanced at Collette, watching her stare out the window.  I smiled and turned back towards the window.  The planed turned again and I finally spotted land.  Green mountains jutted up from the crystal water, looking surprisingly out of place on the ocean of water.

  I looked at the small, white houses that littered the landscape.  Tall buildings lined the beach to the north, standing like fingers, waving as we flew overhead.   We descended lower, the buildings growing in size.  Small cars flittered like ants along the roads, darting to points unknown. 

   "Please buckle your seat belt," Lydia directed.  Her face was red, embarrassed to be giving orders to her mistress. 

   I buckled my seat belt, and watched as Collette did the same.  Once secured Lydia took her seat, buckling her seat belt as well.   The ground looked close as we approached the runway.  The tarmac appeared and then with a loud screech we were rolling along the pavement.  A loud groan could be heard as the wing separated, the flaps shifting to slow the plane.  The plane shook as it slowed, finally easing do a slow crawl.  We turned towards the east, rolling towards the terminal.

   "Lydia," Collette giggled, "when we stop, please bring me a drink."

   "Yes, ma'am," Lydia replied.

   The plane taxied to the terminal, stopping with a soft lurch.  I stared out the window, watching men mill about in heavy wool coats with dark watchcaps.  I watched as a large tanker pulled up and then I heard some commotion under the plane.   Slowly the plane was being refueled, while the other workers gave the plane a quick once-over.

   Lydia unstrapped her seat belt and walked to the aft of the plane.  She pulled a glass from the pantry and filled it with ice.  She poured in a bottle of Segram's whiskey and then popped open a can of diet coke.  She poured the soda into the glass, and returned to our side, offering the glass to Collette. 

   She took the proffered glass, taking a small sip.  "Thank you, Lydia," Collette smiled.  A devilish grin spread over her beautiful face, "Lydia, flash the workers."

   Lydia blushed, hanging her head in muted shame, "yes, mistress."  Lydia turned and stepped to the chair directly in front of me, her soft breasts standing prominently.  Her face blushing red she pressed her chest to the cold window, baring her breasts to the workers milling under the plane.  At first none of the workers noticed, but then a tall man checking the wing spotted Lydia's exhibition.  He pointed to the window and then I watched his lips move, informing his co-workers.

   A crowd began to mill around outside the airplane.  Lydia's face was red, flush with embarrassment at her exposure.  I watched her cheeks turn red.  She shut her eyes, almost as if saying, "if I can't see you, you can't see me."  It seemed as if she was trying to hide from the prying eyes of her recently formed fan club.

   Collette watched the rush of emotion that flashed across Lydia's face, fascinated at how she could be so shamed from being seen from men she would never see again.  Lydia's face was hidden from her admirer's, so they would never know who it was that was flashing them.  She watched the flush rise on Lydia's cheeks, smiling coyly.  "Dennis," she turned to me.

   "Yes, mistress Collette," I replied, turning my head from Lydia's soft body.

   "No need for Lydia to be the only person flashing the crowd.  Please flash them also."

   I swallowed heavily, "yes, mistress."

   Collette watched with a bemused smile on her face as I raised the seat back in front of me.  I swallowed again and stood next to the window pressing my cock against the cold window of the plane.  My cheeks flushed, burning with the realization of my actions.  I flashed the crowd, displaying my flaccid cock to the milling onlookers.   I turned my head and looked at Lydia's blushing face, understanding creeping into my psyche.  I knew what she was feeling.

   I exhaled, my eyes shut tight.  I berated myself, laughing at my actions.  There was no possibility of the workers recognizing me.  Nor, I reasoned, were they looking at me.  I had seen only men working to refuel the plane.  Their attention was affixed on Lydia's soft bosom only, my cock was worth nary a whisper, just an aside.

   Through the thick walls of the plane I heard catcalls and whistles.  Loud applause reached my burning ears.  I turned my head to look at Collette, sitting so casually in the soft chair the lined the aisle of the plane.  She was watching our exhibition with an excited smile, her arousal growing as she looked on.

   "Dennis," she called me away from my perch, "eat me."  She spread her legs wide, on foot hooking under the seat in front of her, the other spanning the aisle.  "Lydia, you may sit down when we start to taxi."

   Lydia's flushed face grew brighter, "yes, ma'am," she choked, her eyes misting at her continued embarrassment.

  I pulled my body away from the window and though muted I heard the unmistakable sound of the crowd applauding.  My face flushed a brighter shade of red as I turned my back to the window.  I dropped to my knees and lowered my mouth to lick Collette's shapely calf.  I trailed my tongue up Collette's calf to kiss softly behind her knees.

   I planted soft kisses on her heated skin, tasting the salty flavor of her heated flesh.  She lowered her hands to grip my hair, pulling my higher.  I licked her thighs as she pulled my hair, guiding me up her spread legs.  I reached the apex of her thighs, her scent slapping me like a fist.  She was excited, the aroma of her arousal toying with my nose, enticing me.   Our exhibitionism had aroused her, the flush on our cheeks spreading out as radiating heat from her sex.

   My tongue trailed against the clean-shaven bottom of her sex.  My tongue parted the soft lips of her pussy, probing deeply.  I wiggled my tongue rapidly from side to side massaging the silken folds of her sex.  Her taste was exquisite, her moans erotic.  She moaned loudly, her fingers dancing in my brown hair.  I pushed my tongue in deeper and Collette brought her legs together, clamping my face between her soft thighs.  My world transformed, becoming a silent, warm tunnel, her sex everything.  The taste, the sound and the feel, my world, her sex. 

   My beard rubbed against her soft thighs, caressing them as I jostled my head, probing her pussy.  I probed deeply, my tongue straining to reach as deep as I could.  My hands rubbed her calves as my tongue danced inside the silky folds of her sex.  Soft, gently strokes with my fingers against her leg, lazy circles of a soft caress.

   Lydia remained standing, bearing her breasts to the milling crowd.  The applause had faded, but the crowd had not.   The group of workers attending to the plane grew, each worker taking special care to see that the plane was well taken care of.  One man double- and triple-checking his co-workers.  A waste of manpower, but not altogether useless to the well-being of the plane.  Through it all, Lydia moaned, her face crimson.

   I continued to probe the soft flesh of Collette's sex with my tongue.  Swiping my tongue, shaking my head.  Collette moaned in delight, her fingers tugging at my hair. I probed and prodded.  I snuck my hand up, sliding it smoothly against her leg.  I brought it up between her legs, plunging my index finger into her wet sex.  I pistoned my finger in her sex, and used my tongue to lightly push her soft outer flesh in pleasing fashion.  My hand moved quickly, pumping furiously.  My mouth massaged her pussy, as my fingers continue their probing.

  I twisted my finger in a spiraling motion, my wrist twisting around itself.   My finger rocked, my tongue continued to swipe her clit.  The plane lurched, pushing my face against Collette's' pussy.  Her thighs flexed, trapping me in their strong grip.  My nose wafted through her pubic hair and my hand vibrated rapidly.  Her fingers pulled at my hair. 

   The crowd applauded again, cheering loudly.  The plane pulled away from the terminal, finally refueled.  It seemed to me that refueling took longer than normal, though I was not entirely sure how long it should take.  I reasoned that it took longer than normal due to the free show that Lydia and I had displayed.  The workers had took their time, maximizing the length of time that Lydia displayed her lovely wares.

   Collette separated her thighs.  I took in a deep breath, the smell of her arousal heavy in my nose.  I inserted another finger into her wet sex, now pumping two fingers into her.  Collette moaned in delight.   Lydia left the window, her face crimson.

   The announcing system blared to life, "we will be airborne shortly," the pilot announced.  "Lydia, see to our guests."

   I looked up from my prone position, staring into Collette's brown eyes.  She shook her head, moaning happily; looking down at my prostrate form.

   Lydia stood by Collette's side, "mistress?"

   Collette smiled up at Lydia, "suck on my nipples." 

   Lydia was smiling, happy to be away from the leering crowd.  I continued to probe the velvety softness of Collette's pussy as Lydia stepped over me.  She stood next to the outer wall of the plane, exposing her shapely ass to the world.  The terminal inched past as we slowly taxied to the runway.  Lydia cupped Collette's left breast and lowered her face to pull the pink nipple into her mouth.

   Collette moaned, tilting her head back.   She reveled in the erotic pleasure being played upon her heated body.  I pistoned two fingers rapidly into Collette's pussy, my tongue lightly dancing over the proud nub of her clit.  Lydia sucked Collette's hard nipple into her mouth; trapping it there with her teeth.  Holding the hard nub with her teeth, Lydia swiped the tip with her tongue, rapidly caressing the pink flesh.

   Collette moaned again, her eyes shut, her body tensing at the climbing passion.  I exhaled a hot breath on Collette's wet pussy, my fingers still pumping rapidly.  Collette's legs shifted in the aisle as her body spasmed in delight.  The plane accelerated and vibrated as it rolled down the tarmac.   Moments later the plane began to climb pushing my face against Collette's pussy with my full weight behind me.  The climbing force pinned me there, my fingers held deeply in her sex.  Lydia fell forward as well, her face pinned against the pliant flesh of Collette's soft breast. 

   A soft squeal escaped Lydia's mouth, the outburst transferring to Collette's nipple.  Again Collette spasmed, her body quivering in heated desire.  The plane continued to climb rapidly.  My fingers flexed, my mouth trapped against the soft cavern of Collette's pussy.  Clouds raced past the window until the world became the crystal blue sea of open air.  Lydia pulled her mouth off of Collette's left breast and lowered her mouth to the right. 

   Lydia's hands massaged Collette's breasts, her mouth sucking greedily on the hard nipples.  The plane leveled off and I shifted slightly, my fingers still pounding writhing the softness of Collette's pussy.  Collette legs shifted again, her breathing coming in shallow gasps.  Her hands gripped Lydia's wrists.

   I continued to toy my tongue over Collette's clit.  Collette's gasps came louder, her hips began bucking in the soft chair.   She screamed in delight as her body tensed.  Her fingers dug into the soft skin of Lydia's wrists.  Lydia sucked in a wet breath of air as her hands twisted painfully.  Collette came loudly, her breath coming in loud gasps, her voice high as she screamed out in delight.

   She released Lydia's wrists, and opened her clenched eyes.  "That was wonderful," she breathed happily.  Her breathing came in thick gasps.  "Wonderful."

   She extended her hand and had me stand up. She bade me sit in my seat and motioned to Lydia.  "I am hungry," she said, our disheveled look seeming out of place.  "I know," she mouthed happily, the thought popping into her head, "I would love some French food.   Lydia, tell the captain to take us to Paris instead of England."

   Lydia replied, "yes, mistress," her hand rubbing her sore wrist.  She walked up the aisle her soft ass swaying enticingly.  She opened the door to the cockpit, her nude body displayed proudly.  Moments later she returned to Collette's side.  "We are on our way to Paris, mistress," Lydia reported.

   Collette smiled happily as the plane banked slightly; Paris only hours away.