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 Beyond Mile High - The Dream

   By Dr.  Paco Jones

   Copyright 2012 Dr.  Paco Jones

   Preface

   This is a mostly true story, part of which actually did happen to me -
names have been changed to protect the guilty, but the details actually
happened pretty much the way it's described.

   Well, at least until I got off the plane in Houston.  It's been a long
time, so if some of the fine details aren't precise you'll have to forgive
me, but then only she and I would know that for sure.

   After leaving that aircraft in Houston, the rest of the story is, as
stated in my "note to Janice" below, my dream.

   My fantasy.  Detailing how I would have preferred life to go.  But it
didn't.  Life is sometimes that way.

   I've still got every letter I ever received from her.  All 34 of them,
each promptly answered, her perfume fading with time, and yes, I still read
them on occasion - and weep at what might have been.

   I suppose I'm still love sick, but that's just the way it is.

   To Janice, whom I hope will somehow see this:

   If you see this story Janice (not her real name by the way, but she'll
know if she sees it), please know that I've never given up on you.  I lost
you after the third trip - the one to Atlanta, where we were supposed to
meet again 4 months after that first meeting.

   As seemed to have been our luck, your flight and schedule had changed
again at the last minute and we didn't have the opportunity to hook up.

   When I got back and called there was no answer for weeks.  My letters
never came back so I do hope you received them and know how deeply I feel
about you.  Your notes in return seemed to reflect the same passion, as
well as the frustration in not being able to make a meet happen.  I still
have every letter from you that I received sweetie, all 34 of them.

   I guess it was just never meant to be.

   On a whim I stopped by your house when I was on the road a few weeks
later, but you had moved and the landlord said you had changed jobs and
airlines but didn't know which one or exactly where you had ended up.  He
thought you had relocated to Europe somewhere.

   This story is my dream sweetheart.  It's how I would have liked things
to work out, and from reading your letters, over and over, you had the same
hope.

   Life takes some unplanned turns where we just have to make the best of
the hand we're dealt.

   Yours and mine seemed to have turned in the wrong directions at the
wrong times.  I will die forever very sad about that.

   I hope you have had a wonderful life.

   Honey, I still think of you often, and being single would still go to
you anywhere.  I love you baby, and hope your memories of our brief time
together are as warm as mine.

   I love you,

   Bobby



   Chapter 1 - The Reality



   I was getting on a Continental Airlines Boeing 727.  It was a red-eye on
a Friday night after teaching a group of engineers for 3 weeks.  I taught
them how their machine really worked, and I was flat burned out.  This was
the first leg; Tampa to Houston.

   I'm a contract instructor and it had been a very long 3 weeks. 
Something that seems so simple to me can be such a difficult concept for
technical or engineering types that have no background in any kind of
multiplexing.

   Statistical multiplexing is a fantastic advancement in communications
technology, but you really have to have a little grasp of "Time Division"
before you can hope to understand statistical.  Sometimes I wonder how some
engineers got out of high school, much less college.

   I was ready for some rest, but it wasn't to be; at least not until I got
home to San Diego.

   I'm certainly not complaining.

   At the time, 1st class seats were the same cost as regular coach on a
red-eye, so I'd booked my flight out and back on red-eyes.  I couldn't pass
up the opportunity to take advantage of 1st class accommodations.

   I'm certainly happy I did.

   I was on expenses, and could have flown 1st class at full boat, but I
have a policy of never gouging a client on expense reports.  My hourly wage
was gouge enough, and the clients noted and appreciated that I wasn't
trying to stick it to them.  They could see that I was flying coach fare,
didn't room at five star hotels, and ate inexpensively.  It made for good
relationships, good references, and a whole lot of return business.

   I'm single and go home to an empty house so it certainly didn't hurt me
any.

   But with all that said, first class is the only way to fly!

   When I boarded the flight in Tampa, I was greeted by a very stunning
young lady who escorted me to my seat.  Her brilliant green eyes had me
mesmerized already.  There was no pretense in her smile.  It was big and it
was beautiful.  You could literally see the smile in her sparkling eyes. 
This was one happy woman.

   I was put about 3 rows from the front at the window and while I was
settling in, she introduced herself as Janice I nodded, and before I could
properly introduce myself she asked me if I'd like a drink before take off.

   I ordered my standard double Jack Daniels on the rocks.  I knew that
even in first class there was zero chance that Gentleman's Jack was
available, so I asked for the standard fare and sat back to relax for the
first time in weeks.

   She turned towards the galley and had to stop a couple times to avoid
some of the other passengers that were making their way towards the back of
the plane.  She disappeared into a doorway and I heard the clink, tinkle of
ice being dropped into a glass; a real glass not one of those plastic
things they give you in coach.  A few seconds later she popped out of the
doorway and sliding in between boarding passengers made her way back to my
seat.

   She handed me my drink with a big smile.  There was a look in her eyes
telling me she was "checking me out".  I was totally flattered!!

   As the other passengers boarded and worked their way back to their seats
I noticed that I seemed to be the only passenger in 1st class.  This was
the first leg of the trip for me which would be a bit over 3 hours into
Houston.  There would be a slight wait for the connecting flight to San
Diego.

   After what seemed like an awfully long time, the door was finally closed
and sealed.  Then it was time for the attendants to go through their usual
safety speeches.

   I had personal attention much to my pleasure.  I really was the only 1st
class passenger on this leg of the flight.  I was going to have the
attendant all to myself.  Oh, hurt me!

   Janice was a very striking young lady, typical of the pre-PC, woman's
lib contingent of airline cabin employees.  Essentially that means, unlike
on flights today, she was looking very good!

   That doesn't mean that today's crews are not attractive, but anyone who
flew in the 60's and still flies today will confirm; there is a significant
difference in cabin attendants both in appearance and quality of service.
Both have gone to hell in a hand basket.

   I digress; back to Janice.  I'd guess she was about 5'6" tall, maybe 110
lbs.  and couldn't have been more than about 19 or 20, fresh out of High
School and Stewardess training.  If you've never read "Coffee, Tea, or Me"
you've missed out.  If you fly a lot, find a copy and have a bunch of
laughs!  It's extremely well written - at least I think it is.  But it is
also very dated!  (like in old)

   Her penetrating emerald green eyes were amazingly intensified by her
very long, darkish, natural blond hair.  You could tell that if she spent
some time on the beach she'd look like a typical California "surfer girl";
a wet dream "on the hoof".

   Dropping well past her waist, her shiny hair was tied back into a neat
ponytail with a multicolored scrunchie.  It would swish gently back and
forth as she walked up and down the isle.

   Usually stews with hair that long put it up so that it didn't get in the
way.  Most had cut it much shorter so it was less hassle to deal with.

   Having had hair nearly as long as Janice's I can understand that
completely.  Hair is a pain in the ass, but "Locks of Love" is very
appreciative when I donate my hair so they can make more wigs for cancer
patients and others needing hair pieces.  I still grow it for them today.

   Having a natural beauty about her, she didn't use much makeup to enhance
that incredible look.  She used just enough eyeliner to accent those deep
green eyes.  I'm one of those men that appreciates the stark contrast
between a woman's natural appearance and those attempted cosmetics contests
in which some of the others seemed entered, much to their detriment.

   She was small topside, sporting smallish but pert breasts.  I'd guess
they were on the side of small B's, which is the absolute perfect size to
suck me into the spider's web.  I love members of the "itty bitty titty
committee"!  It wasn't always that way, but I'm a good student.

   It seems to come from the "Barbie Doll" and "Playboy Magazine" syndrome
that pushes that false image that a double "D" is the only sexy appearance
that will get you a man.

   It's unfortunate that women seem to be raised with this false sense that
all guys will ever see on them is their chest.  Granted, a lot of guys are
that shallow, and do treat women like a pair of tits.  It's part of the
flawed wiring men are born with.

   No shit?  You wouldn't be funnin' me now would ya?.

   I've been told that I have a "different" view of women than most guys.
It's probably due to having lived with 4 gay women for a couple years
earlier in my adult life.  That experience certainly gave me a much
different perspective than they can ever hope to get from most males.  It's
interesting that I totally agreed with their assessment of "men" when I got
there.  Their reasons for feeling the way they did were firmly cemented the
longer I stayed.

   Don't get me wrong, I'm still a guy with all of those failings, but to
me women should be appreciated and loved, not viewed as a slab of meat. 
But my brain was rewired by 4 caring, loving, patient women.

   You have to understand first off that the male brain is not wired the
same as a female brain.

   Oh really?  What gives you the first clue?

   I don't think I need to expound on that statement.  It should be rather
obvious to anyone with at least half of either type.

   Mens wiring is primal.  Extremely primitive.  The purpose of the male
since the cave man is to make sure women get pregnant and continue the
species.  As a quick side note, I've always said that if men had to give
birth, the species would have died out centuries ago!!

   But back to the point I'm trying to make here.  The male brains wiring
essentially says, find woman, get it up, stick it in, shoot it off, roll
over and go to sleep!

   Am I right ladies??

   It's an unfortunate turn, but realistically if you are a woman and want
a man to do more than what that primitive wiring tells him to do, you need
to do some rewiring!!  It's not really all that difficult, and if it is,
find another man!!  Easy stuff!

   You have to train your man.  What floats your boat?  Make him float it!!
Point him in the right direction; but again, if he balks, or doesn't learn,
find another guy.

   Here's a good test ladies.  This one definitely separates the men from
the boys!!

   Give your man a great blow job.  I mean, work it to death, swallow
everything he has to offer, lick your lips and then move up to kiss him. 
If he won't kiss you after receiving that kind of pleasure, find another
man!!!

   He expects you to kiss him when he's finished licking your pussy for, it
better be, two or three visits to orgasm world and has "you" spread all
over his face.

   Oh.  He doesn't do that?  Find another man!!!  There's plenty of us out
here!

   The bottom line is that sex is very different for a man than it is for a
woman.  Holy shit, another masterfully enlightening statement!!

   Hear me out...

   For a woman sex is 90% emotional, and only 10% physical.  For a man,
it's exactly the opposite, and I'm sure that surprises none of the women
folk out there.  For sex, a woman needs a reason; a man, only a place!

   And that's the fundamental difference that every woman needs to
overcome. Sad but true!

   The whole big boob issue really comes from the "Barbie Doll" and
"Playboy" magazine syndrome that pushes onto women the false image that a
double "D" is required to be considered sexy.  Let's face it; Hef likes
tits.

   Not true ladies.  Having dated girls with huge breasts and girls with
small breasts, I'll take the smaller chest any day.  Biggies somehow seem
to get in the way.

   It also supports a huge plastic surgery industry that creates a whole
other false image.  A beautiful woman, with perfectly gorgeous breasts
thinks she needs to have them "enhanced".

   Enough soapbox.  I just get so tired of beautiful women deforming
themselves because of some bullshit societal edict stating that "If you
don't have double D's you ain't shit!!" So fucking wrong, on so many
planes!!!!!!

   I'm an ass man myself, but I have to tell you that the first thing I
truly notice about a woman is her eyes and her smile.  Unless of course my
first view is while she's walking away from me.

   Janice's ass was incredible in the tight little skirts they had to wear
and her legs were so perfectly colored and smooth there was no hose.  When
she walked up and down the isle, that sweet ass just had me mesmerized.

   I'm definitely an ass man.

   Tiny titties and a pert bubble butt.  Yummy!

   Of course one of my male brains, the little one, was splashing around in
the gutter almost immediately.  Janice was what would be considered by most
an all around stone fox.  Her "body style" couldn't be more perfect for my
liking, and it didn't hurt that she was cute as a bug.

   She turned and smiled brightly like she could read my mind.  Then
surprised the hell out of me, "Would you like another drink before we start
our taxi, Mr.  Jones", she asked in a hushed voice?  "I'm really supposed
to collect the glasses before takeoff, but you're the only passenger in my
section so I'm not going to worry about it.  Nobody will know except you
and me."

   Shaking her head, smiling and with a soft giggle, "I'm so bad."

   "Sure.  I'd like that," I replied, "But please, call me Bob or
preferably Bobby.  When someone calls me Mr.  Jones I tend to look around
wondering why my father is here."

   She giggled again momentarily, while her mind seemed to go somewhere
else for a second.  A far away look I could recognize because of my own
continual "mental wanderings".  I have ADHD so my brain does all kinds of
interesting things, sometimes at inopportune moments.

   I put on a sincere smile, "It looks like it's just you and me and I'm
hardly a demanding, high maintenance passenger."

   She grinned widely and turned around to retrieve my drink.  I couldn't
help but notice that gorgeous rear end swaying above her legs.  When she
came back she had the glass with ice and two miniature bottles of JD.

   She reached over to put them on my tray and surprising me again, started
to twist off the tops off the tiny bottles and poured the contents over the
ice.

   When she'd finished with that she asked dreamily, "May I sit next to you
for takeoff?  I'm supposed to strap in to the jump-seat, but they're so
uncomfortable." CLUE!!!

   "You need to ask," I thought to myself?  Come into my web said the
spider to the fly.  Hey.  One can have fantasies; even on an airplane! 
Especially in those days...

   "By all means.  Please.  Make yourself comfortable.  As I said, it's
just you and me, so there's no need to be your usual formal self.  Even if
it is the rules, rules are meant to be bent," I chuckled giving her a sly
smile.

   I wondered out loud how long she'd been a stew and was a little taken
aback when she told me three years.  She didn't look old enough to have
been working flights for three years, but she obviously knew which rules
could be bent a little.  That "skill" doesn't come with newbies.  I about
fell out of my seat when she told me she was twenty-one.

   The pilot proceeded to taxi out, and prepared for the take-off roll. 
The ding-dong sounded letting the crew know that take off was imminent and
that, by now, they needed be strapped into their seats.

   She slid in close, strapped in, then leaned in placing her head gently
against my upper arm.  I looked at her and saw a very contented smile on
her young, elfin face.

   Smiling, I raised my tray and locked it in place behind the seat in
front of me, while punching the button to raise my seat back to "the full
upright position".  She looked at me with a smile that could kill, and
giggled.

   Nobody can say I didn't follow the rules.  Well, some of them anyway.

   I always love take-off, that feeling of being pressed back into the seat
and then, in a 727 especially, the nose high attitude.  I'm a pilot myself
and have done a lot of aerobatic flying.  I just love those "G" forces. 
Aero is a roller coaster in the sky.

   As we climbed out, Janice remained glued to my side.  She had taken one
hand and put it on my upper arm holding on to me and when I looked at her,
there was a sensuality in the gorgeous green eyes that were looking at me.
Clue!

   As we climbed out, Janice remained glued to my side.  She had taken one
hand and put it on my upper arm holding on to me and when I looked at her,
there was a sensuality in the gorgeous green eyes that were looking at me.
Clue!

   This young lady was a very different kind of woman.  She had a spiritual
aura about her that I hadn't sensed in many other women.  It was a lively
spirit I could literally feel trying to join with mine.  Without hesitation
I let her in.

   I'd always had pretty good luck and a lot of fun with stewardesses
throughout my commercial flying experiences, especially during my time in
the service.  There's definitely some interesting stories in those
experiences.  Maybe I'll write some of them.

   Normally I'm an extremely shy guy.  For some reason I feel very
intimidated by a woman.  It may go back to my basic training, which
involved being badly abused by my first "female role model."

   Somehow these ladies could get past that initial shyness and bring out
that real person inside of me.  Once the ice is broken I'm good to go, but
it's that initial introduction that fails me most of the time.  Most all of
the stews I've met had a way about them that put me at ease immediately. 
Yeah.  I know, it's their job!

   I heard the "ding" that signaled to the cabin crew that they could start
their routines, and the "fasten seat belts" sign turned off.  When Janice
unsnapped her belt, she leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

   With a shy smile she whispered, "Thanks Bobby.  That was really nice. 
Clue!!

   "Can I get you another drink," noting that my glass was about empty?

   "Uh...Nooo thank you," drawing it out a little.  "Not right now thanks.
If I drink much more I'll be too tipsy to enjoy your company.  A ginger ale
would be cool."

   "Ok.  Ginger ale it is," she said giving me wry smile.

   "If you'd like, I can get you a meal now that we're airborne, then we
can just relax for the rest of the flight," she said with an interesting
sparkle in those dancing green eyes.  Unbeknownst to me, she was sucking me
right in.  Clue!!

   "I'd like...Sounds good to me, what's on the menu for today?"

   She listed off a couple things, but the Chicken Cordon Bleu sounded the
best, and when she brought it there were two on the plate.

   I must have given her a funny look when she set it down.  "I have a
dozen," she explained, "what's left over just gets thrown in the trash."
Then as an aside, "so if you want more, just ask.  Ok?"

   I looked up and smiled; nodding my head I'd started to dig into my meal
and my mouth was full.  She just chuckled quietly.

   After enjoying my meal, and let me tell you, first class meals were
actually enjoyable in those days.  I looked around and noticed that she was
sitting on the floor just outside the galley doing what appeared to be some
kind of candle ceremony.

   I just sat and observed for a short time, then curiosity got the best of
me.  I had to ask her what she was doing.

   She said that she was Jewish and it was some holiday or other.  I don't
recall which one to be honest, and she needed to finish before midnight. 
She was celebrating with prayer and a symbolic candle.

   I took my "dishes" up to the food station for her so I didn't continue
interrupting her activities.

   I've always been fascinated by various religions.  I study philosophies
of all kinds, finding as many similarities as disparities.

   With that said, even though I'm not Jewish, I unobtrusively joined her
for the short time there was left in her prayers.  When she was finished,
her sparkling green eyes joined with mine and gave me a smile that said,
"Thank you".

   I went back to my seat to relax off the meal.  She was humming a tune
while straightening up the galley area.  I watched with interest because I
could see that pert ass of hers with hair just swishing back and forth as
she wiped down the surfaces she had used.

   While she was tweaking around she reached into a small drawer and pulled
out a new, fresh toothbrush, and a travel tube of paste.  Smiling warmly
she walked over to my seat, and handed it to me.

   Now I'd never had this happen before, but ok, I can always scrub the
buckers after a meal.  I stood up and made my way forward to the restroom.
As I passed by the galley, she furtively looked up at me with a shy smile
but kept polishing.

   I'm a guy, ok?  I hadn't seen the look in her eyes as I passed the
galley.  I didn't have clue one about the indicators I'd been given already
(remember clues above?).  Besides, I was tired.  That's my story and I'm
sticking to it!

   I finally wandered out of the 1st class restroom, stopped at the galley
entrance watching her work.  When she finally noticed me standing there I
thought I saw nervousness in her eyes.  Returning her smile I asked her
what I should do with the used brush and paste.

   "You can keep them, or I can put them in the trash bag," she said
quietly holding out her hand for me to give them to her.  She took them and
deposited them in the trash bin.  She stood back looking at her handy work
and I heard a heavy sigh.

   I'd returned to my seat, more or less settling in as she was finishing
up with her "chores".  When she was finished and everything sparkled, she
went to the cabin control panel, picked up the telephone and had a quiet
conversation with whoever had picked it up.  While she was talking I tried
not to look at her, but couldn't help but catch a couple nervous glances in
my direction.  Clue!

   I guess whatever was said from 'beyond' was "what she wanted to hear".
She had a big smile and hung up the handset.  She putzed for a few moments
pulling out a few of those pillows they carry and a blanket.  Then she
dimmed the overhead lights.

   It's the red-eye.  Of course you turn the lights down.  Some people want
to sleep.  Usually on a night flight the only lights on are the overhead
seat lamps that people turn on to read.  Turning them down after the meal
wasn't unusual.  Still, not clue one!

   Janice secured the first class cabin then stuck her head through the
rigid curtain that separates first class from the rest of the seating.  She
said something to the cabin attendant responsible for the coach section. 
They made a few pointing gestures, laughed a bit, nodded their heads, and
then she made sure the curtain between the sections was tightly closed and
secured it with the latch.  Latching was rather unusual, but I didn't think
that much about it at the time.

   She walked down to the row of seats that I was in and stopped.  I looked
up and smiled at her warmly, but then I noted a devilish grin on her face.
She slinked into the ample space between the empty seats in front of me. 
Now she was directly in front of me.  Say it with me; Big clue!

   Looking down at me with lecherous eyes, she pulled up her skirt
slightly, then reached up and slid her panties down those beautiful legs,
to the floor, before deftly stepping out of them.  Her eyes never left
mine; while she reached down and picked them up then she set them down on
my seat right next to my leg.  Ok; major clue!  Got it.  I think!

   Keeping those sparkling green eyes locked on mine, she leaned in towards
me and lightly brushed her lips softly on mine.  After giving me a couple
soft sensuous lip locks, she got down to business and gently laid one on me
opening her mouth and letting her tongue lick my lips until I opened mine
to allow her entrance.  Soon, we were gently devouring each others mouths,
lips and tongues.  This girl can kiss!

   I slowly moved my hands to the outside of her thighs when she leaned in
closer to me.  After a few telling moans from her I began lightly caressing
up her thighs to her ass.  Muscular but soft, her butt was stupendous.  I
was in heaven, but not really pushing anything overtly yet.  She was
drivin'.

   She gave out another low moan that I felt in my mouth more than heard as
my hands softly reached then massaged her luscious buns.  Slowly but
deliberately, I moved hands slowly up along her sides and abdomen.  I was
en-route to the two small globes on her chest, but there wasn't any real
rush.  On my way however, I was caressing those nerve rich places that most
guys ignore.  Those areas over a woman's ovaries and other internal sex
"facilities" that are full of pleasure points.

   My hands were gently caressing the magnificent breasts they'd found,
while lightly trying to pinch her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
Working just enough to stimulate, not cause any kind of discomfort.  I
definitely had her attention.

   I heard another low moan escaping from deep in her throat while she
began to open herself to me.  She began to shake like a leaf.  Though I
didn't feel any more nervousness in her, the shaking seemed like nervous
fear.  Her eyes showed nothing but intense passion and longing desire, so I
went with her eyes.  There had to be some other reason for the shaking.

   Even covered with clothing her breasts felt soft and supple.  Made just
right for feeding a hungry baby.  I wanted to kiss, lick and suck on them,
but she had other ideas for our activities in the immediate future.

   She took two of the pillows off of the seat next to me and placed them
on the floor between my feet.  Then she lowered herself slowly onto her
knees in front of me being careful to put her knees on the pillows.  I
needed to move my feet and legs slightly in order to fully accommodate her.
Looking at me with smoky eyes through half lowered eyelids Janice reached
up to undo the belt, button and zipper on my pants, moving her eyes from
mine only to make sure she was not going to hurt me while lowering the
zipper.

   Looking up at me with the beginnings of a mischievous smile, she reached
over to pull at my pants and shorts.  I raised my ass off the seat, wanting
to give her any assistance that I could.

   I may be a guy and take forever to accumulate and interpret clues, but I
think I got it now.  I could pretty much guess where this was going, at
least in the near term, and I wasn't going to do anything to slow her down.

   Taking my now stiff member in her hands, still maintaining the direct
look into my eyes, she licked slowly and softly up and down my shaft.  She
turned her head lower then sucked gently on my balls, and with a widening
smile took my now very stiff dick into her mouth and proceeded to give me
an incredible blow-job.  It wasn't perfect and I could tell she hadn't done
this a whole lot before, but it rated an "A+" for effort.  There was no way
I'd be saying anything negative.  It was also quite obvious she was
thoroughly enjoying what she was doing.

   Her dark green eyes seemed like they were boring into my soul, and
somehow I was seeing deeply into hers.  I've seen a lot of women with
gorgeous eyes in my lifetime, but none, and I mean none, have ever had the
affect on me that Janice's did.  Her eyes could literally melt me, leaving
a puddle of molten Bobby at her knees.

   Her head bobbed up and down and around my cock taking great care and
pleasure in assuring that I'd cum in her very warm, very wet, welcoming
mouth.  Her hand was slowly jacking me at the same time, and it was getting
close to show time.

   "Janice honey, I'm going to come if you keep doing that...  Soon baby,"
I warned her.

   She just moved her hand a little more quickly and her tongue was doing
double duty on the glans, as the explosion in my balls made it to her
mouth.

   Her dancing eyes never moved from mine, though they did grow a bit in
surprise.  She swallowed every last drop, licking her lips and making sure
she cleaned my cock for its next task.

   "Ohmigod Janice; that was incredible," was all I could croak out.

   "Really," she said with surprise in her tone?  "That's the first time
I've ever done that to a real one."

   "No," I choked in disbelief.

   "Yeah.  I've practiced a lot with my vibrator thingie though," she
blushed bright red after realizing what she had just told me.  "But I've
never sucked on a real one before and it was like my friends have said.  My
friend Jennifer showed me how to practice, and said I should let it shoot
in my mouth.  I wasn't so sure about that and I was a little surprised that
I actually did that part, but it didn't taste bad at all," she said with a
blush and a grin.  "It was so sexy; I like that a lot."

   "Honey, you can give me head any time you want," I gasped out as I tried
to get my breath back.

   With an evil smile, "Promise?"

   "Oh yeah," I whispered, "That's a promise!"

   Her smile widening, but not letting her eyes wander a silly millimeter
from mine, with a smile on her face she continued licking, kissing and
sucking on my cock until it was once again standing tall, at attention,
saluting her efforts and ready for battle once again.

   Once I was rock hard again, she carefully stood up and pulled her blouse
from the confines of her skirt.  Still staring at me with eyes that said,
"me horny." She was almost looking like a cornered animal, but continued
methodically unbuttoning the sheer garment.

   She reached right up between those twin mounds and with a quick flick of
the wrist, unhooked her bra allowing me to reach up and finally take those
wonderful naked breasts into my hands and caress them gently.

   Pulling her close to me, I moved my mouth to the twin peaks and
decidedly kissed, licked and sucked her sensitive mounds, also working her
nipples until she began moaning quietly.  Her fingers combed through my
hair holding my face to her heaving chest.  She was already close and I
sure hoped she wasn't a screamer or we could be in a world of shit.

   Before she got to visit the mystical land of "O", Janice carefully began
placing a knee on either side of my thighs, knee walking and straddling me
in the seat while she moved her hands up around my neck to hold on.

   She's a trained professional; Don't try that in coach!!

   Her breathing was becoming very rapid and strained.  My hands were now
massaging those perfect breasts with a bit more vigor, and still tweaking
her nipples gently between my fingers causing her to gasp loudly.

   It's a good thing airliners are noisy.

   Still her eyes didn't deviate from mine, but in those eyes I could now
see every emotion, every feeling, every passion that she was expressing
with her body.  They were clear paths to her center and her desire.

   She reached over to move the armrests upright so that they weren't in
our way which made the seat much wider than it already was.  Still staring
at me with bouncing eyes, Janice pushed the button moving the seat back as
far back as it could go.  I was now laying back watching her move that
beautiful body slowly towards my lap.  She had that beautiful ass wiggling
all over.  While moving her pussy closer to my cock she was rubbing it on
my thighs causing her to moan almost continuously.

   Feeling her soft thigh flesh on mine I was easily distracted from my
attentive topside duty.  Gazing at her lustfully, I gently pulled her skirt
all the way up around her waist.  Now I had a perfect, unobstructed view of
her shaved, bare mons, and that upper part of her vulva where the little
"love button" lived.

   I slowly moved one hand down her body to between her legs, which were
spread on either side of my hips.  She leaned her body back a little
putting her hands on my knees for support.  Cupping her vulva with my hand,
I slid my fingers softly through her soaking labia to pick up some
lubrication from her abundant supply.  When she felt my fingers run through
her pussy and softly moved up to her clit, she let out a fairly substantial
moan, and heavy gasp, while her eyes grew to the size of saucers.

   I really wanted to eat her right then and there, but there was no way to
make that happen easily from where we were and she was driving the boat.  I
love to eat pussy!  The girls seem to like it too.

   I think she feared that her noise could be heard in the rear cabin, but
with the engines in the rear and the blower systems running there wasn't
much chance of that unless she really started "screaming."

   Our mouths met again, playing tongue tag more urgently as I moved my
slippery fingers up and down through her pussy, opening the outer labia, to
find that magic path to her innermost sanctuary.  When I found it again, I
rubbed my fingers slowly and gently around the entrance to her womanhood,
teasingly soaking my hands in her honey.

   She gingerly reached between us taking my rock hard penis in one hand,
giving it a few gentle strokes to test it's hardness.  Janice moved herself
slowly forward just enough so that the head of my cock was embedded between
the tender outer folds which were doing yeoman's duty protecting the
entrance to her sex.

   I felt a slippery, soft, warm, wet pressure on the head of my rigid
phallus.  I moved my hands around her to take hold of her ass and move her
to a more upright position so that she could just drop straight down
whenever she was ready.  I could somewhat control her movements and hold
her up if I needed to.

   She was thoroughly devouring my mouth and tongue with passion.  It may
have been her first real blowjob but her kissing skills were second to
none. The obvious method to her madness was she could let her moans attack
my mouth so they weren't going to be so audible that someone else may hear.

   While I was holding on to her beautiful ass, She began inching her pussy
further down onto my cock by increasing the pressure on the outer labia. 
Slowly, we were working to gently impale her incredibly tight pussy with my
cock.

   Now at this point, I really need to tell you that, I'm average.  Ok??  I
don't have 12" as big around as a beer can, and I don't come in quarts.  I
understand this is part fantasy land, but come on folks, let's get real!

   She kept her mouth firmly attached to mine forcing her moans into my
mouth.  The door between the cabin sections wasn't all that thick!  What
did she say to whom on the intercom earlier?  Did the other "crew" know
what was going on?

   I felt the tip of my cock opening the outer lips a lot further, as she
started to press it a little more firmly into her slippery opening.  My
cock "popped" through and the head entered passing the initial vaginal
muscles which guard the entrance, lodging the head firmly inside her.  She
let out a small squeak then a heavy moan into my welcoming mouth when she
felt the stretching while she slowly lowered herself.

   She finally broke the kiss and looked at me wide eyed and gasped,
"Ohmigod.  That's nice.  I never..."

   Before she could finish her mouth quickly attached itself to my shoulder
biting it softly, but biting nonetheless.  I heard a low whine and quiet
moans come from her depths.

   She was incredibly tight, but she was still young.  I was beginning to
suspect that she hadn't done this all that often in the past, if at all. 
Just little clues; some things I pay attention to much more readily than
others.  I was well trained by four wonderful gay women.  That's another
separate story!

   The warm, moist velvet of her vagina took my cock slowly and welcoming
the intruder to its inner sanctum, eventually surrounded it with a purely
warm soaking pleasure.  She was so tight, I made sure that the penetration
was very slow and gentle, allowing her to stretch and get used to this new
invader.  Her breathing was heavy, rapid, and her whole body was shaking
while her abdominal muscles twitched and rolled against me.

   Once our pubic bones introduced themselves and I was totally imbedded,
she moved her mouth from my shoulder, and kissed me very deeply as we just
sat motionless for a short time with her completely impaled on me.  She
licked my face, my neck, my ears, just about everywhere as we both reveled
in the feel of our union.

   She looked deeply into my eyes and with a sexy smile lowered her lips to
kiss me again; long and deep.  When she broke the kiss, she gave me a look
of pure animal lust, and whispered to me, "Fuck me Bobby; oh god do it
gently for now, but Fuck me.  Please," with a nervous smile.

   She didn't have to ask me twice.

   I moved slowly up inside of her rubbing her clit against my pubic bone.
I moved as gently as I could being under her, but she wasn't moving up and
down on me very much.  It sure seemed like it was an awful short time
before she mashed her mouth against my shoulder again and with a huge moan,
bit the hell out of me this time.

   I didn't really care at the moment.  While she was cumming hard, her
internal vaginal muscles were contracting, pulsing, and sucking my cock in
as deeply as it could in order to force it to do what it was designed to
do. Fill her womb with life creating sperm.

   Which is precisely what I did.  I couldn't believe I came so hard only
15 minutes or so after that killer blowjob, but this woman had my number!

   Janice wrapped her arms around my neck and breathing like she had run a
marathon held me tightly.  She continued to move her hips almost
imperceptibly, but my cock knew they was moving.  Massaging me too, so I
continued to stay hard instead of doing the usual magic shrinking act. 
Before I knew it she was riding me again, but this time our faces were nose
to nose and our eyes were absolutely glued to each other.

   Where the first time had just been kind of a short animalistic slow
rutting, if there is such a thing, this was pure, sensually soft, slow,
very meaningful love making.

   This young woman had some incredible passion in her.  Her eyes continued
melting me down as we rubbed noses and licked each other's lips in little
kisses, while our tongues played a sensual game of hide and seek.  She was
purring.  She sounded like a fucking cat.  Amazing.  I couldn't help but
smile as I lightly gave her butterfly kisses all over; any place I could
reach.

   I could feel those inner muscles just milking me while she had three or
four more orgasms into my mouth, the last of which forced her to once again
bite my shoulder.  I unloaded a reasonable amount of sperm against her
cervix and through its tiny opening leading into the innermost place a
fertile egg could be hiding in wait.

   Incredibly, we had been making love for nearly an hour.  I still
couldn't believe what was happening, and again her eyes didn't leave mine,
constantly boring into me with heat and passion.  We held each other for at
least another fifteen minutes, sensually pecking and kissing each other. 
Now I know why Eskimo's rub noses.  God that's sexy.

   Before she raised herself reluctantly off of my lap, she reached up to
re-hook her bra, then buttoned the buttons on her blouse we'd undone.  I'm
sure glad we didn't pop any.  That would have been interesting to explain.

   She was smiling widely and moaned quietly as she slowly lifted herself
off of my lap allowing my now flaccid penis to plop down against one thigh.
She used two fingers to close off her entrance not allowing any of that
semen to escape.  It would make a mess on the floor, her skirt, my pants or
just about any other place we wouldn't want it to be noticed.

   "Wait," she whispered, as she quickly made her way to the galley.  I
noticed her with a tampon tube in her hand while she was standing there
waiting for the hot water.  She inserted the tube so that things wouldn't
make a mess in her panties.  She returned a few seconds later with a warm
wet towel and proceeded to clean me gently, making sure I was well taken
care of.  First class!

   When she was finished, she leaned down and holding it gently, kissed the
head about 3 or 4 times and whispered lovingly, "Thank you.  You're the
best ever.  I hope we can do that again very soon".

   Then looking up at me with an insanely contented, beautiful smile said,
"Thank you Bobby.  I've never done that before, but you made it very
worthwhile, very special and extremely enjoyable.  Thank you for being so
gentle with me.  It wasn't nearly as traumatic or uncomfortable as I'd been
led to believe it would be."

   "Ohmigod Janice.  It should be me thanking you.  You are a very
beautiful and incredibly passionate woman, and quite honestly, I'd very
much like to see you again!!"

   With a kind of shy smile, "I'd like that too.  A lot!"

   Then suddenly my slow male brain caught up with the conversation and it
dawned on me what she had said.  I gasped, "You were a virgin???"

   The love in her eyes was plain, "Yes, she nodded blushing shyly.  "That
was my very first time." Then with a far away smile, "It was very nice and
very special - just the kind of experience I've dreamed it would be since I
was a little girl."

   Then with a small giggle, "I can't believe it took me twenty one years,
but you made it well worth the wait."

   Then with a heavy sigh, "I will never forget this night Bobby; ever."

   Then as if waking up from a gentle sleep, "Let me get something to write
on."

   We exchanged phone numbers, addresses, directions and everything else we
could think to give to each other, then it was time for her to ready the
cabin for our arrival in Houston.

   I noticed her panties still in the seat beside me so after getting her
attention, let her know she'd forgotten something trying to hand them back
to her.

   She smiled at me and shook her head, "No.  Please keep them." Then
thoughtfully, "They're my virgin panties and I'd like for you to have
them."

   She gave me a shy, pleased look and turned to finish her preparations
for landing which included spraying the cabin with some kind of air
freshener.  That explains the tampon.

   When the time came for landing, she came over and sat next to me again.
We kissed a few times, held hands and she leaned her head on my shoulder,
but once on the ground she had to go back to work.

   We smiled knowingly at each other as I waited to depart the aircraft
last.  I kept watching and smiling at her; I didn't want to leave quickly.
I didn't want to leave at all; Seattle would be ok!  I can find San Diego
from there.

   As I finally stood and retrieved my overhead bag I turned with a heavy
sigh and walked to the door where the crew were thanking the passengers as
we deplaned.

   One of the other girls made sure she shook my hand when she said her
thank you, but leaned in towards me and whispered rather loudly, "Welcome
to the Mile High Club." Then looked at Janice with a huge smile.  I noticed
her name tag; it was Jennifer.  Undoubtedly the Jennifer who was Janice's
friend and confidant.

   Janice turned fifty-five shades of red, but it was apparent that the
crew had known she was planning on doing something like that because even
the pilot gave me a knowing smile as I exited the aircraft.  I have a
sneaky suspicion what the conversation on the phone set was all about. 
It's also why we were not disturbed at all during the entire flight.

   Looking back at her, our eyes met one last time.  There was a spiritual
depth in those green eyes that was incredibly exciting, touched me at my
core, and gave me a clear view of her soul.  I couldn't wait to see her
again.

   This woman was very very special.



   Chapter 2 - The Dream



   When I got to my house in the mountains overlooking San Diego I made
sure that the address, phone number and all other vital statistics about
Janice were copied, and copied again and put in very safe places.  I didn't
want to lose track of that lady.

   She had written down her work schedule for the next few weeks which is
as far ahead as she knew.  They rotated flights every week so that the
trips didn't become boring or too routine.  They were "sharper" that way.
Seemed pretty silly to me, but I'm not in the airline business.

   Her home base was in Los Angeles and she had an apartment in Oceanside
so when she was home there was a 30 minute drive for whichever of us
decided to travel.  She would usually travel to my place as it was far more
private and quiet.  Some weeks she had 3 days off and other weeks she had 5
days off, so we got to see each other a lot, which suited me just fine.

   My schedule was pretty flexible.  I taught primarily statistical
multiplexing but I was always open to adjusting the minds of engineering
staffs that had become too, shall we say, set in their ways.  I would
always challenge them intellectually to encourage them to think outside the
box.  I've been outside the box for so long I no longer know where the box
is...

   I didn't really need to work, but as they say, it was something to do. I
made a lot of money by taking risky chances with investments that mostly
all paid off very well.  Life can be boiled down to a calculated risk, so I
guess it just worked well for me.

   It had provided me the opportunity to retire at the ripe old age of 24.
Who was I to argue?  Corporate America is undeniably fraught with absolute
ignorance at the upper management levels, abject greed at the board levels,
so not having to do their asinine bidding freed up enough of my time that I
could eventually shame them to do mine.

   It's nice to have money and not have to give a shit.!

   ----

   A few days after our chance meeting Janice called me from Chicago to
tell me she'd be arriving at LAX about 10:15 that evening if I wanted to
drive down to pick her up.  It was going to be one of her 5 day stretches.

   She gave me the flight information and the gate assignment as she knew
it, but told me to check with the airline because they frequently changed
gates on them at the last minute.

   I told her I was really looking forward to seeing her and after telling
me the same; we hung up so she could be on her way.  O'Hare has always been
a royal pain in the ass.

   I remember flying to Boston one trip and having the controller/cockpit
radio on the headset.  Most people wouldn't have picked up a lot of the
talk because it was very quick and "encoded" with airspeak.  Being a pilot
myself, I understood every word.

   We were on long final and in the space of 5 minutes I heard two very
distressing conversations.  O'Hare is such a cluster fuck.

   I hear the controller come on to instruct some airlines 727 to please
vector off to course something or other.  The pilot, being very schedule
conscious, asked why knowing this change of course was going to make his
arrival late - at O'Hare re-entering the pattern could cost a flight 30 to
45 minutes.

   The controller said something like, "I'm sorry sir, but a 737 appeared
just ahead of you and I haven't been able to reach him."

   The pilot acknowledged, "Ok.  Such and such airlines flight number
whatever it was vectoring course off final approach."

   Now I was thinking to myself.  Self.  A 737 is a pretty big fucking
airplane.  How does it just appear out of nowhere, in controlled airspace,
and force schedules to be modified.  Don't know, but I have the distinct
impression that there was a certain 737 pilot that was in deeeeeeep shit,
and best hope that a certain 727 pilot doesn't run in to him anywhere,
anytime soon!

   Now the second thing that crackled over the radio connection was some
guy in a Cessna twin at something like five thousand feet asking for
vectoring information through the airspace.  Normal stuff, in controlled
airspace.

   O'Hare is Class B airspace.  The controller has control of everything up
to 10,000 ft depending on how far out you were.  The pattern essentially
looks like an upside down wedding cake.

   You always talked to the tower, let them know who and where you were and
asked for radar steering around, through and away from traffic while you
pass through their airspace.  If you are not on a flight plan, it is
handled on a "if I have time" basis, and if you couldn't get that level of
clearance, you needed to fly around the controlled airspace.

   So after this guy checks in for radar vectoring through the airspace,
the controller comes on and tells him, "I'm sorry sir, I don't have time to
handle you at this time, please avoid entering below ten thousand," or
something like that.

   So this cowboy gets back on the radio and says, "Well you make time
buddy because I'm already here." And the fool was actually stupid enough to
give his "N" number in his transmissions.  I'd bet a paycheck there was
someone waiting for his arrogant ass when he got to where ever he was
headed.

   I heard this kind of thing just about everywhere I flew.  San Francisco,
Los Angles, Phoenix, Denver, Dallas-Ft.  Worth, Atlanta...  it never ceases
to amaze me that there aren't more incidents close in to airports.  It can
be some pretty scary shit!

   I didn't become a nervous flier until I learned to fly myself!

   So I had a 9 hour wait until she'd be in LA, but it gave me time to
clean up my place a bit and plan for her visit.  I'd figured on suggesting
that we stop off at her apartment and pick up enough clothes and whatever
else she'd need for her time off and drag it all to my place.

   Ulterior motives?  Me?  Naw, now why would you suspect that?

   I called ahead and had a bakers dozen red roses sent to the will call
office for her airline so that they'd be there when I arrived.  That way I
wouldn't have to mess with them myself.  I asked they not be delivered
until 9pm if possible, which turned out to be no problem for the florist.

   I made sure there was beer, fine wine and other items of entertainment
and relaxation.  I also put in some steaks and chicken along with assorted
veggies so that we didn't have to go anywhere for anything unless we wanted
to.  I have a 3 day rule for food, so if we needed anything else it was
only a quick trip to the local grocery store.  Well as local as it gets in
this neighborhood; about a 25 minute drive.

   It was time to get on the road.  Knowing LA, I knew that traffic could
be a nightmare, so I allotted an extra hour of travel time to make sure I
was there at the gate with flowers in hand when she got off the plane.

   As would be expected with anything well planned ahead of time, the trip
was totally uneventful so when I arrived at the airport I had about an hour
and a half to wait.  I'm a people watcher, so I was in my element. 
Airports are one of the best for watching the oddities of people,
especially people behaving badly.

   Checking the board I noted that the gate hadn't changed and the flight
was about 15 minutes early.  Must have had a tail wind for a bit of the
trip.  I went down to baggage claim and found the will call office and
collected the roses, much to the disappointment of the woman at the desk.

   I smiled at her and thanked her for guarding the precious cargo, then
pulled a rose from the bundle and handed it to her.

   I thought the lady was going to cry.  She thanked me profusely, and as I
was leaving, was in search of something she could use as a vase.  I'd made
her night, and still had a dozen for my love.  There was method to my
madness.  Had the will call person been male, Janice would have received a
bakers dozen.  This way she still got a dozen and I made someone else's day
a little more pleasant!

   The flight ended up being pretty much gated on time, so I just waited
patiently, though for some reason nervously.  I felt like a High School kid
waiting for his first date.  I knew from experience that she would come
down the same ramp as the passengers as soon as the last ones had left the
aircraft.

   I recognized one of the stews that was coming down the ramp.  It was
Janice's friend Jennifer and when she saw me she smiled brightly and began
walking in my direction.

   "Jan will be down in a minute Bob.  She decided she needed to freshen up
a little," she said as she walked up to me.

   I smiled at her, "Jennifer, correct?"

   "Good memory," she observed with a grin.

   Then after looking around for a moment to see if there was anyone
around, "Listen Bob.  Jan is one of my best friends.  I have to tell you
that she's head over heals over you.  It's not the virginity thing, she
just feels like you two are on the same plane at some higher level."

   I nodded saying, "I know what you mean by that!"

   "I really don't want her to be hurt by any of this Bob, so if you have
any doubts or ulterior motivations I'd really appreciate it if you would
let her down gently so that you both can go on with your lives.  If your
feelings are for real, and I really hope they are, please treat her well."

   "Jennifer, I don't know any other way to treat a woman than the way I've
already done.  It's unfortunate according to my psychologist, but I worship
women and what they mean to life.  I have no ulterior motives.  I think
I've fallen in love and I think I've found my "soul mate" in Janice."

   Then, handing her a business card, "Please feel free to call me when
you're both in town.  I'd be happy to entertain you both so you can see how
we interact."

   "Are you propositioning me," she asked with a huge grin.

   "Well, no I'm not," I said seriously.  Then with a grin, "Though in the
proper circumstances with Janice's ok I would be very happy to entertain
you both.  You are an extremely attractive young lady."

   Blushing brightly she said,"Thank you.  I appreciate that.  I don't
think that Janice would entertain that notion, but I'll ask at an
appropriate opportunity." Then with a wry smile "Don't get your hopes up."
Adding with a big smile, "Or anything else for that matter."

   We both had a good chuckle but I reiterated, "Jennifer, please be
assured that my intentions with Janice are to make her happy.  I don't know
why she did what she did, but I've never felt this about any woman before."

   "She did it because she's been looking for the right man for quite some
time.  She feels like she's getting old and unattractive, which we both
know is absolute bullshit, but she just had a feeling about you and when
she called me in the coach cabin to ask that I keep the partition closed
after she latched it, I knew what she was up to."

   "So it was you that called the flight crew?"

   She nodded, then with a grin, "We didn't want any interruptions now did
we?  They just knew not to enter the passenger cabin until I either called
them back or we'd reached the gangway in Houston."

   "Ok.  Well that explains the looks."

   "Oh trust me," she grinned."Everyone on the crew knew that you were both
members of the Mile High Club by the end of that leg."

   "Jan was giddy on the leg from Houston to Seattle.  She could hardly
concentrate on her passengers.  We all thought it was great.  When she and
I talked on the layover, I couldn't believe what she told me; you devil
you!"

   "Me?  I'm not the one that came on to her Jennifer," I said defensively.

   "Relax Bob, we all know it was her that initiated everything.  She just
had this feeling that you were the right person to 'give it up' to.  She
was apparently right Bob, because you were kind, gentle, and loving, making
it an extremely wonderful experience for her.  I wish I'd had someone like
you when I decided to give mine up." She looked at me, "He was a jerk, and
all I was to him was a 'stew to add to his list', and I fell for his
bullshit."

   "She'll be here in a second.  Please Bob, just treat her right.  I've
never seen her like this and I've known her since junior high school.  We
came out together and went to stew training together.  I love her a lot."

   "I understand Jennifer.  You don't have anything to worry about on my
part."

   She smiled at me brightly and said, "Please, call me Jen.  Take care,
I'll see you later." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and moved on to
collect her bag.

   It was finally time, and there she was.  God she looked good.

   As soon as she saw me standing there she let out a squeal and ran
towards me with her roller bag in tow.  She threw her arms around me and
landed a great kiss on my lips telling me how happy she was to see me.

   We split apart a bit and she spotted the flowers and let out another
squeal as I handed them to her.

   "Oh Bobby, thank you so much.  You didn't have to do that for me," she
said putting the bunch against her nose to get a good whiff.

   I just smiled at her lovingly.

   "Just having you here waiting is enough for me." Then quietly, "I've
never had anyone waiting for me before.  I think I like it.  A lot."

   I noted a pained look in her eyes as she continued, "Usually I go home
alone; to an empty house; spend my time off alone; in an empty house.  I
can't really call it a home."

   "Not this time," she said cheerfully.  "Someone is here to meet me.  He
brought me the most beautiful flowers, and now we're going to go to his
place and spend five wonderful days together."

   Then she said with a mock frown, "What was Jennifer telling you?"

   "She just let me know you were going to be a few minutes.  She
introduced herself and told me she was your friend."

   Janice looked at me with suspicious eyes, "She was telling you to let me
down easy wasn't she?"

   "What makes you say that," I asked.

   "I know her sweetie.  She's my bestest friend.  She has to deal with me
if I'm depressed."

   Looking at her lovingly, I told her, "Well she has nothing to worry
about from me.  I have no plans on letting you down easy, hard or any other
way.  I hope that I can meet you here every time you come home!"

   She smiled at me, and putting her arm through mine and holding on tight
whispered, "Me to."

   I gave her a wide, loving smile, then took hold of her roller bag and
headed for the baggage claim area.  We picked up her one bag and she
noticed Jennifer standing talking to another crew member, probably making
plans for the time off.  Janice walked over to her and said something I
didn't hear causing Jen to give it one of those, "Who me?" reactions,
looking over at me with a grin.  I noted that she and Janice had something
special between them, and Jan leaned in and gave Jen a peck on the lips
then laughing turned to return to where I was standing.

   Jen looked up at me with a big grin and gave me a thumbs up, blew me a
kiss and turned to resume her conversation.

   Taking Janice's hand in mine, we started off towards the parking garage.
She had given me the "secret code" so that I could park in the employees
lot, so we didn't have to walk all that far or take a shuttle, but it
didn't matter to me; just being with her again was exhilarating.

   After a quick stop at her apartment for "supplies" we made our way as
quickly as we could in the later night traffic, which in LA can be
murderous.

   We finally pulled in to my driveway, then up the hill to the house. 
When I parked and got all ready to go, I looked over at her in the
passengers seat where she was staring at me with lust filled eyes.  I
leaned over and attached my lips to hers for a few minutes of tongue tag
and increased breathing rates.

   When we got out, she giggled a little and then looked around taking in
the view from my mountain top abode.  I grabbed as many of her things as I
could carry; she grabbed the rest and we made our way up the stairs to the
main landing.

   I told her where to find my keys, which caused her to giggle again and
begin to grope through my pants pockets.  She found the keys in very short
order, but decided to play a bit so started "searching" around for whatever
else was in my pants.

   What she found jerked a bit at her when she wrapped her fingers around
it.  She let out a small moan and whispered, "I can't wait."

   I'd created a monster but this kind of monster I would deal with
happily.

   We walked into the house and up to the main bedroom where we set her
things aside for the moment.

   We headed back downstairs and settled in the living room to chat, relax
and whatever else fit our fancy.  It had been along day for her and she
looked tired.

   We sat and talked for a couple hours sipping on a bottle of good BV
Cabernet Sauvignon.  She laid her head down on my chest and relaxed for a
bit, but I guess she relaxed a bit much because the next thing I knew I was
listening to the rhythmic breathing of sleep.  I realized that it was
almost 3am, not that either of us had to get up to do anything.  She had
been up for almost 24 hours and I'd gotten up at 6am the day she came in,
so I was running on empty myself.

   I started to pick her up to carry her upstairs, which woke her up.  She
was startled for a moment trying to get her bearings, but was completely
awake in a few seconds.

   I smiled at her saying, "You nodded off.  It's been a long day."

   She nodded saying, "Yeah.  The last day of a stretch is usually a long
one because we get the extra flight taking us home; whether deadheading or
not, it's still another flight."

   I nodded acknowledgment, "Well, you're home now sweetheart.  Just relax
and enjoy your downtime."

   "Home," she lamented, "What a great feeling.  Bobby, I so much feel at
home here, and I've only just arrived."

   "You just make yourself comfortable Janice.  The next five days are
yours."

   She smiled brightly, then said faintly, "I've never had a "home" before;
only a place to keep my things and sleep, but nothing I'd ever consider a
home," then looking up at me with the beginnings of tears, "Not even living
with my parents.  They were so strict and mean to me I never really
considered it home."

   I hugged her to me, understanding her plight somewhat being raised
myself by a very belligerent, angry, abusive drunk mother.  I had never
considered the house home.

   "I can understand baby, I had an ugly childhood myself but I try to
leave it where it belongs; behind me.  I try to only look forward."

   Her grip on me got a bit tighter.  Her head moved back a bit as she
looked up into my eyes.  The corners of her mouth began a slow upturn
working into an exhausted smile.  She let out a heavy sigh and nodded her
head, mouthing, "I know" to me.

   Being a gentleman, I offered her the guest room hoping she wouldn't take
it.  She gave me the strangest look, and said, "No way mister.  I'm
sleeping with you!"

   After putting the glasses away, and corking the wine, I shut out the
lights, took her by the hand and led her up the stairs and down the hall to
the master bedroom.

   She looked around in awe at the size of the room as well as the decor.

   Nodding her head she looked at me, "Very nice.  This is a guys place?"

   I guess guys aren't known for having any "culture" in her neck of the
woods.

   "No.  There's a girl hiding in the closet.  I just visit here once in a
while," I said with a big grin.

   "Oh...You..." she slapped at my shoulder.

   Laughing, I showed her the master bath area then pointed to the covered
hot tub just outside the sliding glass door that opened to the deck outside
the room.  She just took it all in with wide sparkling eyes.

   "I think I need to take a shower before I hit the hay," I said
nonchalantly.

   She looked at me with a smile and asked, "Do you mind if I join you?"

   "Heavens no sweetheart.  It will make the shower that much more
enjoyable."

   Then with a chuckle, "Besides I can get my back scrubbed."

   "I'll scrub more than that buster.  Mind your P's and Q's."

   I rushed out of the way of another mock punch and pulled her with me
into the shower room and turned on the water.  "How do you like your shower
my dear?  Hot, Warm, Cold?"

   "However you like it Bobby, I'm not really picky except I'd appreciate
not having it cold," she said with a grin.

   We both peeled our clothes tossing them towards the corner in the
vicinity of the hamper.  I looked up to her gaze, which held a little
nervousness in it, but she wasn't hiding from me; that's for sure.

   "You are truly a beautiful woman Janice," making an obvious observation.
"I have been dreaming about you and wondering what you looked like without
any clothes."

   With a shy grin, "Me too.  We couldn't exactly get naked for our first
go round could we?"

   Then putting her hands on my shoulders and pulling me down for a kiss,
whispered softly, "You are a very handsome man, then giving me a peck on
the lips, "It is obvious you spend time at the beach and working out."

   I smiled at her and nodded my head, "There's a weight room with a full
compliment of exercise equipment.  It's in the side room next to the one we
were in earlier.  I'll introduce you in the morning...or more likely in the
afternoon by the time we drag our asses out of bed."

   With a mischievous grin on her face she made her way into the water and
gently pulled me in behind her.  We played and bantered and washed each
other for a time, but there was little "sex play" for the moment.  I think
we were both just to drained from the previous day and we both knew there
were 5 days ahead of us.

   Getting out of the shower we set to drying each other gently.  I offered
her a robe, which she took but didn't put on.

   The bed was so inviting, that we both kind of fell in and bounced once
before rolling over and facing each other.  We scootched ourselves together
for the first time since her arrival and while kissing tenderly, allowed
our tongues to make full exploration of the others.  There were some soft,
light caresses as we snuggled, but it was apparent that neither of us had
the energy required for a full frontal assault.

   Tapping the light button, then the curtain button, I leaned my head down
a little and gave her a soft kiss on the nose and held her in my arms.  She
let out a heavy sigh, and the next thing I knew I was hearing the steady
rhythmic breathing of sleep.  I smiled to myself, and let out my own sigh
and joined her in slumber.

   We dropped off to sleep in that position, and were evidently so tired
that when I woke up about 6 hours later she was still wrapped around me,
looking absolutely stunning in her sleep.  I just got a big smile on my
face, gently kissed her nose again, gave her a soft peck on the lips and
immediately fell back to sleep.

   Somewhere around noon my eyes opened again to a pair of gorgeous greens
looking right at me.  Feeling a hand stroking my manhood delicately as if
exploring for the first time got my attention right away.

   "G'mornin' sleepyhead," she whispered with a smile.

   "G'mornin' beautiful."

   With a sigh, "I could sure get used to this."

   "I could too, she lamented quietly, "That's what's been going through my
mind since I woke up.

   "I've never been 'allowed' to express affection towards a man.  My
parents were so strict as I was growing up, and you'd have thought I'd
started working as a whore in a brothel when I went off to attendant
school."

   She had both hands against my chest, tenderly caressing, and giving
little nibbles as she talked.

   "I still respect them, but I'm sure glad they're in New York and I'm in
Los Angeles, she chuckled."

   "Is that why you were still a virgin when we met?"

   "Yes.  I wasn't even allowed to date in High School, and being Jewish I
was only permitted to associate with other Jews.

   "I'm sorry, but they're some damned boring people."

   I chuckled at that comment which earned me a big smile and a very deep
kiss.

   "I know that's a bad generality, but around my neighborhood they were
just plain boring ass people.  There wasn't a guy there that I even wanted
to kiss, much less get married to so he could grope me.  My parents thought
I'd settle for an arranged marriage.  I think they were pretty pissed off
that I said no and left for school."

   "But they didn't stop you?"

   "They wanted to but I guess knew that I would be miserable staying
there, so they adjusted to the fact I was leaving.  They certainly haven't
attempted to help me in any way.  I've been on my own since I left, and
quite honestly, at this point I have no desire to visit."

   "Well sweetie, I'm not Jewish, so I hope that doesn't cause you any undo
grief down the road."

   "It won't Bobby, because I won't let it.  The only real issue would be
if we get serious enough to think about marriage.  It wouldn't be allowed
in my family, not that I'd be inclined to listen to them at this point. 
I've really never given much credence to a piece of paper anyway.  If I'm
in love with a man, I don't care if he's a Buddhist, I'm going to love
him."

   With that comment I started to laugh hysterically eliciting a look of
"what did I say" from her.

   "Honey that is just so funny to me."

   She looked at me with a quizzical look wondering what the hell I was
talking about.  "What was so funny about all of that?"

   "I'm am a Buddhist honey.  Not a great one for sure; I'm far too
materialistic and into "stuff" that I should be forsaking, but I read, I
study, I do my meditation, but I'm sure I'll never be seen with a shaved
head and a yellowish sheet wrapped around me.  Not that there's anything
wrong with that, but that's just not my view of how the Buddha would want
me to live.

   "I'm sure you noticed the shrine in the living room last night while we
were talking."

   Thoughtfully, "Now that you mention it, yes, I do recall seeing it.  It
didn't really register at the time, but I noticed some very beautiful
statues there."

   "I've got some pretty rare porcelain statuary from China.  I'll show it
to you and explain it later today, if you like."

   "I like," she answered with a smile.

   Reaching down between us, she gently took my cock in her hand and
coaxing me over to the top of her, she smiled and whispered to me,
"Something else I'd like.  If you would put this thing I have in my hand
inside me for a while this morning."

   Then with an even bigger grin, "Do you think you could arrange that for
me honey?"

   I finished rolling gently over her and got up on my elbows so that I
could look her in the eyes.  Just in time because I felt her slowly insert
me into her warm, wet entrance.  Looking into those sparkling eyes that
were a picture of concentration, I still took it very slowly ensuring that
we became one as comfortably for her as possible.  It was only her second
time.

   She moaned loudly as I slowly entered her womanhood, I lowered my face
to hers and kissed her passionately, feeling her hands come up behind my
head and run through my hair lovingly.  Her hips were moving upward slowly
to make sure our pubic bones were properly introduced once again.

   When mine bounced against hers, I could feel the little nubbin searching
for some stimulation, so as I made contact I ensured that I moved in a
little circular motion to increase the pressure.

   With my penis buried as far inside her as it could possibly get, and as
soon as my circle move began, she exploded in orgasm, like it had been pent
up for months instead of days.  Her eyes shot open and locked onto mine,
and what I saw is something I'll never forget as long as I live.

   Her sparkling eyes were literally dancing; her pupils were so dilated
that her irises didn't show any of that beautiful bright green.  She pulled
my face to hers and made a strong attempt at devouring my mouth and tongue
as she tickled my tonsils in sheer passion.  And to top it all, she was
mewling, moaning, groaning and purring like a cat.  I've never heard a
woman do that before.

   I felt those muscles in her vagina attempting to milk me for more life
giving semen, but I was able to fend off the attack this first time, so
when she finally came down and recovered enough from her orgasm, she
realized she still had a very hard cock buried deeply inside her.

   "You're still hard in me," she observed with some surprise.

   I smiled warmly, "Yup." Then softly, "I want to love you Janice, not
just fuck you.  You are a beautiful woman and this feels so right, so nice,
to be inside your body, I don't want it to be over that quickly."

   I started to slowly piston in and out of her, making sure that my
stimulation of her clitoris didn't diminish.  It was a very loving, tender
act on my part but it is the way I prefer to do a woman.  She accepted my
love gratefully and set up her rhythm to match.  We intertwined our legs
and just gently ground ourselves into each other.

   "Oh god Bobby, here it comes again...  Ahhhh...ggaaawwwwdddd." Her body
began to shake and twitch just prior to her back arching up against my
chest again.  Her legs and arms wrapped me tightly and her internal muscles
worked overtime attempting to coax my cock into spiting it's treasure into
her womb.

   "Oh god baby.  I can't hold it off this time, I'm going to squirt."

   "Oh yes Bobby.  Fill me with your nectar.  I want to feel it
filling...oh god, you're coming in me."

   Gripping me with her arms even more tightly, "Oh yes Bobby.  Yes.  Yes.
Yes.  Awwwwww...nnngggfffffuu...ughhh."

   She joined me in another orgasm that was almost as powerful as the one
before.  I could feel her pressing and squeezing me inside and it felt like
her cervix were opening and closing sucking my offering into the warmth of
the womb beyond.

   As we both slowly recovered, we continued to hold, kiss, nibble, and
lick on each other.  I could certainly spend all day like this; just
wrapped up in her, but we have 5 days, and this was just beginning.

   We finally got our lazy butts out of bed and climbed into the shower
again, this time being a bit friskier than the first time.

   I learned that Janice gave great head for an almost virgin, and that we
could fuck in the corner of the shower, but the fun had to end so that we
could replenish our energy levels with some nourishment.

   We had a light breakfast, since it was really lunchtime, and I
introduced her to the exercise room, the hot tub and the surrounding area.

   We actually made it down to the beach at La Jolla, which is one of my
favorites.  She looks great in a bikini, and I found her nipples stood at
attention when we got into the water for a bit.  The Pacific Ocean is a bit
cold, but down here in the San Diego area it's fairly comfortable; at least
compared to Santa Cruz, where I cut my surfin' teeth.  I couldn't go in the
water up there anymore; at least not without a wet suit.

   As long as we were there, I rented a board for an hour and worked on
teaching Janice how to ride.  She wasn't all that bad, and by the time the
hour was up she was consistently riding on her knees and occasionally
getting up the nerve to stand.

   "This is fun Bobby," she said loudly in my direction, "But this damned
water is cold!"

   "Oh shit sweetie, you should feel the water up north where I grew up! 
That water is fucking cold!!"

   "Fucking cold?" she asked with a smirk.

   "I'd like to see that!"

   "Well maybe we'll just have to take a trip up and I'll show you what
cold water is!  But it's definitely relative.  It's ice cold up in Lake
Tahoe."

   She looked at me longingly and declared, "I've heard that is one of the
most beautiful places anywhere."

   "I don't think you'll find anyone I know that would argue with that. 
Perhaps on one of your 5-day stretches you can fly into Sacramento, or Reno
for that matter, and I'll meet you there.  I'd suggest the Tahoe airport,
but I think the place is dangerous."

   "Dangerous?  There are commercial flights in and out of there all the
time.  Why is it dangerous?"

   I looked at her with a smile, "Altitude sweetie.  That and air density
in the summer time can cause issues getting an airplane off the ground. 
Some summer day we'll have to trip up and sit out at the airport and watch.
The commercial guys usually make it off, but a lot of the little guys have
a difficult time getting up enough airspeed to get enough lift to get off
the ground and if they do, they end up circling the area for half an hour
or more trying to gain enough altitude to get over the mountains back to
the valley."

   Having returned the board and wandered around for a bit we laid our
blanket out on the sand and just sat for a while.

   "Are you a pilot Bobby?" she asked out of the blue.

   "I fly some when I can, but not as often as I like," I lamented, "I've
been working on my helicopter endorsement."

   "Helicopter?  Why?  They're not very stable."

   "Actually I like the helicopter better than the fixed wing honey.  It's
more of a challenge, takes more skill and concentration and it's just
damned fun!"

   She shook her head and looked at me like I had grown a third eye.

   We loaded up the blanket and clothes into the car.  We decided that the
wet ones weren't all that comfortable so before leaving the parking lot we
both changed back into our dry attire before heading off to our next
destination.

   As the sun was setting over the Pacific, we were sitting in one of my
favorite bistros having a quick hot chocolate and a sandwich before heading
back to the house.

   "As long as I've lived on the West Coast, I've never seen a sunset like
this," she quietly observed, "It's really beautiful."

   I looked over towards the horizon and nodding my head noted, "They're
nice here.  They're gorgeous in Cabo San Lucas, and in Hawaii too."

   "Sounds like we'll have to take some trips," she said optimistically.

   "I lived in both places for a time, so any time you want to spend a few
weeks, let's do it!

   "I also love cruising.  Get on board, unpack, and your 'hotel' moves
with you.  I'd love to do a Hawaii cruise, but I'd also like to do an
around the world trip."

   She looked at me quizzically, "What would you do about your job?"

   "Ha.  Baby, I don't have to work.  I just do it for something to do.  I
also like fucking with corporate assholes who think their shit doesn't
stink.  Most of them are morons and it only takes about a day or two to
unmask them.  They think they know what's going on but most haven't got a
clue.  It's scary when you think that these bozo's are running our
corporations."

   "So you just go out and lecture them?"

   "Oh no.  They hire me to do a specific task, which I do, but along the
way it's fun to take that extra step."

   "Extra step?"

   "Yeah.  I'm usually there to train their engineers or look into process
problems.  It's a fairly easy investigation because usually an idiot
originally developed the process.  The 'workers' know it, see it, and
mention the improvements that can be made, but management doesn't listen to
them.

   "I go in, talk to the workers, figure out the holes in the system, and
based on what the people who do the work tell me, write a 'new' process. 
When I hand it in generally it contains information describing the
incompetence of the management in the 'Observations' section."

   She looked at me with an incredulous look, "And they pay you for all of
that?"

   "Oh hell yes.  Honey, for a job like I just described to you, the actual
work is only about 20 hours maximum from the initial interview, to
interviewing 'those in the know', and then writing it up.  I've done twenty
or thirty of those kinds of projects in the past 18 months and my bill is
usually about seventy five thousand."

   I thought she was going to faint when she heard that.

   "You charge them seventy five thousand dollars for that?"

   "Yup.  Sure do.  And I'm cheap.  Consultants with the big firms would
probably charge nearly double that; for the same work!  What's really
stupid, and it's something I point out in my final documentation, is that
if management had listened to the people they already had in house, doing
the job every day, they could have saved the fee, but for some reason
companies won't listen to their employees.  They'd rather bring in some
bozo like me, and pay them an obscene amount of money to tell them the same
god damned thing the guys in the trenches have been telling them for years.
Because they pay me the big bucks, I have credibility.

   She was just shaking her head and looking at me with the strangest look.

   "And you don't have any ill conscience about what you do?"

   "Hell no.  Who am I to deprive them of their ignorance?"

   With that she laughed.  "So in the last year and a half you've made..."

   "Yeah," I interrupted so she wouldn't have to do the math, "Almost two
million dollars, and so far what doesn't go for taxes is all invested.  I
really don't need the money anymore."

   "How much more work do you have scheduled for this year?" she asked
hesitantly.

   "I'm not sure.  You'd have to ask Vicki; my CPA and scheduler.  I'd
guess I have another ten or fifteen gigs on the calendar.  Do you want me
to clear some off so we can travel a bit?"

   "Shit Bobby, I can't afford to travel that much.  I have to work!"

   "I'd like you to get to a place where you only work when and if you want
to," I expressed to her quietly.

   "We can talk about all of that later, but I enjoy spending time with
you. I also know that if we were together all the time we'd drive each
other bazonkers!  There has to be a happy medium.  We'll kick it around."

   She reached over and held my arm lowering her head to my shoulder.  She
let out a heavy sigh and hummed a bit.  I had to listen closely because it
almost sounded like she'd started purring again.

   I think her input neurons were in overload mode.  She didn't know what
she'd gotten herself into, but I had a serious hope that she'd be able to
cope with it.

   It was, all around, an absolutely fantastic day, and if I hadn't been
convinced before, I was totally convinced now.  I am in love.

   The sex is great, but I love her company.  I love being around her. 
She's fun.  She's intelligent.  She's witty.  She just makes me feel alive,
and that my friends, is worth more than all the sex in the world.

   I wasn't sure how she was going to deal with the money issue.  It scared
a lot of people; especially those that hadn't experienced the lack of need
previously.  I mean how do you cope with one day wondering how you were
going to get to the next paycheck and suddenly the next day you can write a
check for a brand new Porsche and flag it to the "Petty Cash" account? 
Being a stew was probably a kick in the ass, but it didn't pay worth a shit
considering the work, the danger, the stress of being at the right place at
the right time and constantly being somewhere other than home.

   I wasn't sure how I was going to broach the subject, and thought that it
may be a bit premature, figuring I'd patiently wait until I sensed the same
attachment in her.  She fooled me.

   The third day of her forth visit, the second 5 day stretch, having
enjoyed each other in a number of different ways, we were sitting in the
living area on my very comfortable couch, sipping on more of that great red
wine.

   Her whole body was leaning into mine while she gently moved her hand on
my thigh.

   "Sweetie, I have a question for you."

   There was almost something ominous in the tone, but not in a really
negative way.  "Ok honey, ask away."

   She hesitated for a bit like she was trying to collect her thoughts.

   "Umm...What would you...Uh...what...Oh shit.  I just don't know how to
ask you."

   "Janice.  Just ask.  There's not much you could ask or say that would
really freak me out, unless it was that you wanted to leave an not come
back."

   Her head snapped around so that she could look me directly in the eyes
and said, "Oh god no.  I can't conceive of saying that to you."

   Then continuing with a bit of shyness, "Quite the opposite if you knew
the truth of my feelings."

   "Well.  Then what is it you want to ask me?" I laid out simply.

   "Oh hell," then making solid eye contact and letting out a heavy sigh,
"Bobby.  What would you say or think if I told you I wanted to have your
baby?"

   Well my jaw dropped like a rock and you could have knocked me over with
a feather.

   She looked at me hesitantly for some sign of my feelings, and must have
seen negative in my jaw position, but if she had looked closely into my
eyes she would have seen excitement.  I had never given children much
thought, but with the right woman it's not something I would reject out of
hand.

   "Honey.  I'm not sure how to respond to that really." Which brought a
look of worry to her face.

   "I think that it's a very exciting prospect, and I'm totally honored
you'd even consider doing that with me.  It scares me some.  Hell, babies
scare me!"

   Her look changed completely as she digested my acceptance and a wide
smile started to form on her face.

   She turned and hugged me tightly, burying her face in my chest she
started to weep softly.

   "Oh Bobby.  I was so afraid that you'd reject me for wanting that.  Even
in the short time we've known each other, I know how I feel, even though I
had to pinch myself a few times.  I have a sense that you feel the same,
but you've been holding back, probably waiting for me; it's the kind of guy
you are.

   "You are insanely patient; extremely gentle; incredibly caring; generous
to a fault with yourself and whatever you have; compassionate.  What else
can I say?"

   I just smiled at her, beaming in her recognition of the traits I've
worked so hard to obtain in lfe.

   "I just had a feeling on that first flight, when we met, that you were
the right man for me.  I could see something in your eyes that I'd never
seen in a man before.  There was just something that felt so right."

   "If it hadn't honey, I'd still be a frustrated virgin," she added with a
serious smile.

   "Baby, I have never given it a lot of thought.  I've always felt that
with the right woman it would be a wonderful experience, and I've never met
a woman that felt so right before.  When you sat next to me on the takeoff
run at Tampa I felt an immediate attachment with you.  I couldn't put my
finger on it at the time, but when I saw you at LAX that first time I
picked you up, well, that night, I had the same feeling of attachment."

   "When we make love, it feels so right; so perfect; I think I'd really
love having babies with you."

   She lamented sadly, "We can't get married Bobby, but I want to have your
babies and spend my life with you.  I feel that deep inside of me.

   "Once my parents die we can get married," she looked to me and added
sadly, "but as much as I resent their interference in my life, I don't wish
to insult them and that's the way they would take it.  I also don't want
them to know about the money.  I know them, it would falsely color any
relationship."

   "I don't have a problem with that honey, but what are they going to say
about our babies?"

   "They'll bitch at first, but my mother will fall in love with them and
when that happens my father will probably accept them, but you not being
Jewish, and our decision not to raise them Jewish will be difficult for
them to deal with."

   "I have no issue if you would like to raise them in the Jewish faith,
though honestly, I'd prefer to raise them in all faiths; Judaism being just
one of many.  It's something that each individual needs to choose for
themselves, but without investigating all faiths, one can't make a
legitimate choice."

   She smiled, "Sweetheart, I'm good with that, and I agree.  They should
be given insight into all philosophies and be allowed to choose when
they're mature enough to decide.  Honestly, I'm beginning to lean towards
your Buddhism as a personal philosophy.  I see the serenity that it gives
to you, and I like working at it."

   Wow.  Here we were talking about making babies together and we've only
known each other for about a month and a half.  I've always had this
ability to feel people as soon as I meet them.  Don't ask me why or how, it
just happens.

   I've never felt as strongly about any woman as I feel about Janice, and
it started when she sat next to me on takeoff from Tampa.

   We made eye contact again and kissed passionately playing tongue tag
while watching the love in the eyes of the other.

   She stood up and put out both hands to me.  When I placed mine in hers
she gave a light pull letting me know she wanted me to stand also.

   Hugging and kissing meaningfully in front of the couch, we put our arms
around each other and slowly moved towards the stairs and the path to the
master bedroom

   She held my arm firmly as we walked slowly towards the real consummation
of our true love for each other.

   I was almost overwhelmed emotionally by my feelings at the moment.

   Standing next to the bed, I started unbuttoning her shirt as she pulled
mine up over my head.  We slowly undressed each other caressing our "parts"
gently and sensuously.

   Once we were both standing next to the bed without clothes we wrapped
our arms around each other and kissed very passionately, both of us moaning
at the many touches we were doing to each other.

   With our mouths attached and our tongues tenderly passing messages of
love, our bodies pressed into each other with new meaning.

   "Bobby," she whispered.

   "Yes baby, what's up?"

   Nervously, "I have to be completely honest with you baby." I nodded as
she continued; "I stopped my birth control after the first time I visited
here.

   "I was that sure then it was what I wanted.  I've been agonizing over
telling you how I felt, and I just knew I couldn't do it without you
knowing because it would feel dishonest; like I was trying to trap you into
something you may not want.

   She pressed her face into my chest and whispered, "I love you too much
to do that to you."

   I felt some wetness against my chest and when I pulled my face away from
hers noted that there were tears coming from her eyes.

   To my quizzical look, she gave me a warm smile, and holding my hand laid
down on the bed.

   Holding her arms up in invitation, she spread her legs exposing her
magnificent sex to me saying quietly, "Honey.  Let's make a baby."

   I knelt down next to her on the bed and leaned forward to kiss her.

   It was a long, very sensuous kiss having a great new meaning.  I moved
myself between her legs and as she moved her hips up, I moved mine down so
that my hard penis met her soaking vulva at just the perfect angle to make
a firm but gentle entrance into her magic tunnel of procreation.

   This time making love was going to be our first attempt at accomplishing
what our respective bodies were designed to do.

   Hers; to accept willingly my seed put deeply into her hopefully fertile
garden, where a new life could be created.

   Mine; to deposit that seed as deeply inside her; as close to her womb as
possible.

   There were no frantic pushes, or rushing thrusts.  This was a tender,
gentle, loving act of sexual bonding that I'd not previously experienced.

   As my cock moved inward then out again, moving slowly in her velvet
sheath, our eyes told each other of the love we were feeling, while our
mouths and lips moved on each other lovingly.

   I couldn't help myself but get caught up in the moment, as her first
orgasm sucked the sperm right out of my balls.

   Looking directly into her gorgeous bright green eyes, I tenderly
whispered, "I love you Janice.  So very much."

   She hugged me closer, and pushed her hips and pelvis upwards to ensure
that my cock was as far inside her as it could possibly get thus depositing
my sperm right at the very entrance to her womb where a waiting egg was
being washed with the sticky white liquid that was full of attacking little
swimmers.

   She knew that she had ovulated that morning.  She is one of those women
that could feel when it happened, which was convenient letting her know it
was not time to enjoy sex, unless of course, the goal was to make a baby.

   Her objective.  Our objective this day, was to create a new life.

   This was only the first foray in accomplishing that goal.

   "I love you too Bobby," she whispered with a contented sigh.

   "I ovulated this morning baby, so maybe tonight..."

   She didn't have to finish.  I knew what she was saying, and with both of
us smiling, I made sure that my penis stayed firmly in her vagina to hold
all of that sperm where it would do the most good.

   The up side of that tender activity, is that I immediately got hard
again, and began stroking again with the goal of giving her a handful of
orgasms before making another deposit into baby-land.

   We made love slowly and tenderly four times that night, and as the
future would play out for us, we were quite successful in our endeavor, and
9 months later Janice presented me with a beautiful baby girl.

   Nobody could have been happier than the mother and the father, as we
brought little Melanie Hannah home from the hospital.  As Janice had
predicted, Grandma made a trip out from New York and immediately fell in
love with the baby.  Grandpa wouldn't make the trip for quite some time,
but neither Janice nor I let that deter us from making more babies
together.

   Janice told me that her mother liked me a lot and was very happy that
her daughter had found such a loving, caring man to take care of her.

   In total we have 3 beautiful girls now, Melanie Hannah, Makenna Hailey,
and Melinda Heather.

   Sadly, stubborn grandpa passed on without ever seeing any of his
beautiful granddaughters, but it was his choice.  Grandma decided to remain
in New York because of friends and other family, but made regular trips to
California and her granddaughters got to know her very well.

   Grandma also understood and accepted our desire to raise them in
multiple philosophies, and actually gave her blessing for Janice and I to
marry if we decided we wanted to do that.

   We talked about it at length over a long period of time and decided that
what we had was perfect for us and that we didn't need the "paper" to
attest to our devotion to each other.  I'd legally set everything up so
that she essentially had wife's rights already, so there was no reason to
subscribe to the norm.

   Janice was forced to retire from the airlines when Melanie started to
show, and we've never looked back.

   I sort of left my job shortly after Melanie was born, but I still speak
at seminars and conventions on occasion.  My fees are donated to different
charities that we have chosen based on the dollars that actually reach the
audience.  If your charity had more than a 3% administrative cost factor,
you did not get any of our money.

   I continue to lambaste ignorance in corporate upper management,
providing example after example of how the greedy steal from the working
stiffs.  I've had threats of law suits, but nobody has ever had the balls
to take me on.  They know I'm right, and that I've got all the evidence I
need to bury them in their own feces.

   Does that mean I would rather see unions take over the labor force?

   Nope.  They're just as bad if not worse.  Like in any other organization
like that, follow the money; you'll find that there are very few that
really benefit in the union model, despite what they ram down your throat.
Do your own research so you know the data first hand, but I'll tell you who
benefits, and it's NOT the rank and file.

   We've lived off of my acquired wealth.  She hasn't let any of that go to
her head driving me crazy at times being so damned frugal.  There's nothing
wrong with saving money, or putting something off, but if you want it, need
it and have the money to buy it, don't wait!  Just do it!!

   We bought a condo-hotel suite in Cabo San Lucas at the southern tip of
Baja California where we spend three or four months a year enjoying the
sunshine and the pace.

   Can't beat the food either and there is quite a selection between Cabo
San Lucas, Cabo del San Jose, Todos Santos and La Paz.  I wonder sometimes
why we just haven't moved down there.  It may happen!

   If you were to ask either of us when our "lives began" we would both
point to the takeoff from Tampa Florida en-route to Houston one Friday
night so many years ago.

   We are still, 40 years later, intensely in love with each other and
though not as energetic as we once were, demonstrate that love to each
other a couple times a week with the same intense passion we've always had.

   The girls have all moved away to seek out their own lives, and I have to
say that each has done very well in choosing a man that loves her in the
same way their father loves their mother.

   They visit often bringing with them our numerous grandchildren, all of
which are girls by the way.  They all have Janice's genetics and are
extremely beautiful young ladies, just like their mothers and grandmother.

   There is one thing that has never been lacking in our household, and
it's really the most important thing to have in life.

   Love.

   end