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Jottings from my diary made during a career in flying spanning thirty-eight years.OneI flew in the Royal Air Force from the age of twenty-one to twenty-eight.  I enjoyed various postings, both in the UK and abroad. I left and joined a civil airline based in Luton. This story begins one month after I finished my conversion training onto the Boeing 707. The airline flew once a week to Saint Lucia, in the Caribbean. The flight departed early on a Saturday morning and was routed via Gander in Newfoundland. We refueled and stretched our legs in the often freezing temperatures. The return flight back to the UK was the following Saturday evening. Not everyone looked forward to these trips but I did. This was my first. Trips away attracted allowances!Arrival time was mid-afternoon, local time. The crew had worked for twelve hours but the lure of cheap booze, a warm breeze and scantily clad females meant that it was party time! We assembled in the bar of the Coconut Bay Beach Resort for Manager’s Cocktails. These drinks consisted of three different types of rum, white Bacardi, brown Captain Morgan’s and local black rum with at least forty per cent proof plus something fruit juicy and something fizzy. They were referred to as Zombies, because after one or two you were incapable of moving in any other fashion than that of the cinematic zombies, shuffling, comatose and resembling the living dead.I had just one, having learned my lesson from a friend who had many such trips under his belt. Drinking too much did not lead to successful sexual encounters with the young members of the cabin crew. I had already flirted with Amanda, a three year veteran stewardess.  She had said a few words on the flight earlier that indicated that she would be happy to join me somewhere private.After cocktails on this trip, we congregated in the dining room for dinner. I sat next to Amanda and chatted amiably about nothing in particular. At one point during the meal, I asked her, “Have you got anything planned for this week?”“Some of the girls and Toby want to go to Marigot Bay for a couple of days. We’re five at the moment so we need three rooms and another body to fill the extra bed. Do you want to come?”Marigot Bay, locally known as Hurricane Hole, is on the North-West coast of the island. It is featured in the film, Doctor Dolittle. Toby had already called them and found out they had five empty rooms.“If it means I get to share with you and not Toby, sure, I’ll come.”Amanda laughed, deep and throaty, almost masculine. I liked it. She touched the back of my wrist with her fingertips and said, “Toby wants to shag Evelyn. Sally and Claire are lovers which means I’m the odd one out. I guess that’s the deal then. You and I share a room. I’ll tell them you’re coming. Hey, Guys, Jeff is coming with us. We’ll share a room. What time are we leaving?”“Taxi’s at ten. I’ve ordered two. Right then, Saturday night is party night, let’s go!” said Toby.He grabbed Evelyn’s wrist and launched them both in the direction of the bar/dance-floor. Toby and I volunteered to get the first round of drinks.“So are you and Amanda a thing then, Jeff?” asked Toby as we leaned on the bar.“I’ve no idea, Toby. We only arranged it just now over dinner but I live in hope.”“She looks stunning out of uniform, doesn’t she?” “Yes, I’ve never seen her out of uniform before. That halter top does wonders for my hormone levels!”“Mine too but Evelyn has agreed to deal with that for me, bless her.”“Lucky you. Lucky Evelyn.”“You’ll have Sally in your taxi tomorrow. They tossed a coin. Sally won and got to choose! I can’t imagine why she chose to go with you two!”We took the drinks to the table.  We sat, talked, and drank the evening away. For our body clocks, we were five hours adrift, already the early hours of the morning. However, when Amanda and I left for bed around ten-thirty, we went our separate ways without hesitation, both exhausted from the twenty-hour day. I woke up at five and made coffee with my travel kit and sat on the balcony to watch the sunrise. Breakfast began at six. TwoSo began the odyssey to Marigot Bay and the Hurricane Hole Hotel, as it was known back then. It was barely more than a bar, a large terrace for eating and drinking, an oddly shaped pool, and a lot of steep and unguarded steps leading down to some bungalows scattered along and down the hillside. We took the scenic, west coast route which is slower than the east coast route by about forty-five minutes. Claire, Sally, and I hadn’t been before and wanted to see the pretty side of the island. We stopped halfway at a beauty spot near the sulphur springs at Soufriere. We bought the taxi drivers a coffee and a cake each. They were happy enough.On the ride to Marigot Bay, I sat in the front and the two girls, Amanda and Sally, sat behind. They conversed constantly, inaudible above the din from the radio station blasting from the tinny speakers. The driver sang along to every song in his local dialect and often some pidgin English.At check-in, I hung back. Toby knew the manager quite well, having stayed several times over the previous year. Sally and Claire asked him for a double bed. I didn’t hear the conversation between him and Amanda but I did feel a stab of joyous anticipation when I saw a large double bed in the centre of the round room! We dumped our shoulder bags on the stool and Amanda shut herself in the bathroom. I sat on the chair by the bed and waited. She emerged wearing a teeny weeny bikini. Now I could admire her stunning figure in all its splendour.“Wow! Amanda, you are stunning. Where have you been hiding that fantastic figure all this time?”“Under my uniform and my baggy jeans and sweaters. I don’t mind showing it off in the summer but it’s November so jeans and a sweater it is. Come on, get your cozzie on. It’s swim time.”Amanda grabbed two beach towels from the pile by the door and set off back up the hill to the hotel pool. I took about twenty-two seconds to change and rushed after her. When I got to the pool, Amanda had set two sun loungers under an umbrella. Two beers arrived as we lay down on the towels.“Room twelve,” said Amanda, giving him her widest smile.“Cheers! Here’s to new beginnings and a relaxing week!” I said.We clinked glasses and drank. The next thing Amanda said took me somewhat by surprise.“Relaxing, Jeff? Do you have enough condoms for a week?”I almost spat into my beer, almost.“Goodness. Well, er, I have six.”“Is that all? Shit, that won’t be enough.”“Packets of three!” I said.“Eighteen. Hmm! You might not have to wear one every time though!”That comment conjured Ankara escort up all sorts of pictures in my head, one involved her fabulous arse!“Really? Well, three a day. We should be okay, if I can manage that much!”“Nice strong man like you. That shouldn’t be a problem.“No boyfriend at the moment?”“Had one for two years. Toby Adams. He’s screwing a junior who joined in April, plonker. Nothing since August. You?”“Nothing permanent, no. I’m having too much fun right now. You have my undivided attention for a whole week, that and the unfettered use of my well-conditioned body.”“As long as you can attend to me with a decent erection, we’ll get along fine!”“Is it only my erection you want? How about my tongue?”“If you know how to use it properly, then that too. Yes.”“Any more talk like that and we will have to break open the first packet very soon. Are the others coming to the pool for lunch or is it just us?”“Toby intends to screw Evelyn at every available opportunity, so he told me at breakfast. I guess this is the first such opportunity. Claire and Sally are probably asleep. They didn’t go to bed until two, silly girls.”“What were you girls chatting about in the taxi. All I heard was that dreadful singing.”Amanda laughed her deep, masculine chuckle. It sounded almost sensuous.“He was a bit flat, to say the least. We were discussing group sex, if you really want to know. Claire has never had sex with a man. Sally has been telling her how much fun it is and now Claire wants to try it. She apparently has been waiting for the right man. She told Sally that you might be fine for a first time experiment.”“What? Are you serious? And what did you say?”“I’m a grown woman and we are not in a relationship so whatever we do here this week is fine with me. Once we pass ten West, all constraints come off, so I was told by the last First Officer I came here with.”“Right. I see. Well, we are currently at about sixty-two West here in Saint Lucia so I guess we left our constraints long ago. Well, I’m game if you are, and Claire, of course. Is Sally included in this?”“Oh yes! She is the organiser so she wants to be there directing operations! She said she wants to try tonight. I told her I want you to myself and tomorrow is soon enough.”“Right, well, er yes. That all sounds fine. Are you eating lunch?”“I already ordered BLTs with the beers. They’ll be here soon. I suggest we retire for our siesta later and resurface at six for sundowners up in the bar. That’s when the rest of them will congregate.”“Right. That sounds like a plan.”We sipped cold beer, ate a very nice BLT and drank another beer. We slipped in the pool several times to cool off, laying wet on the large towels until we were dry and had to repeat the operation. Amanda’s body held me in awe. Her bikini top barely covered her nipples while the bottom triangle simply accentuated her pubic mound with the merest hint of a camel-toe. From the back view, the green triangle sat high on the cheeks of her butt, covering nothing at all. She lowered herself gently into the pool, knowing the tiny triangles would be displaced if she dived or jumped in. We made a lot of bodily contact below the surface of the water. We stood at a depth where the water came up to Amanda’s neck. I held her hips, she rested her hands on my shoulders. We faced each other, our mouths close, just a few inches apart. For some reason, we did not kiss, not then.“Do you like eating pussy, Jeff?” she asked, smiling at me.“Oh, yes. Do you like sucking dick? Do you swallow?”“Yes, and yes. I love it. I love the taste, the feel, the protein!”“Jeff, do you like sucking a woman’s arsehole, as long as it’s clean, of course?”“Oh, God. Yes. I do, absolutely.”“Then I will make sure mine is polished and shiny when we get back to the room. I love having a tongue, a finger even a dildo in my arse. How about you? You like anal?”“A finger or maybe two but I’ve never tried a dildo. Do you have one with you?”“I have two. One each, maybe!”“I like the sound of that. I’m happy to try anything new, especially with a woman as beautiful as you. I trust you have lube!”“Oh yes, I do have lots of lube. Wait and see. Right, let’s go. My pussy is getting wet and your dick feels about ready for me. Come on.” ThreeAmanda had her own agenda where orgasms were involved. We spent five minutes in the shower washing while paying particular attention to her ring-piece! Amanda led me by holding gently onto my somewhat erect dick, She sat on the edge of the bed and examined it from close up.“Hmm. Nice,” she said.She lifted it and kissed the tip. No open mouth drawing me in, no tongue swirling around the head, no sucking on the shaft and crown, She let go and moved up to the top of the bed. I pulled on my already swelling cock and joined her on the bed. She lay back, held her shins in her hands, raised her knees to rest beside her breasts and said, “Eat me, Jeff. Make me cum as many times as you can. I’ll tell you when to stop.”Not one to refuse the offer of a meal, I lay on the diagonal of the bed and set to work. Her hairless pussy split to reveal the inner lips, pink and slightly swollen. She too had been aroused by the conversation and the sexual promises we made to one another in the pool.Amanda’s pussy had indeed begun to lubricate as evidenced by my face sliding freely up and down her pussy lips in pursuit of her first orgasm. She held my head, guiding me with the lightest pressure to apply more force to a certain spot. She hummed and groaned quietly as I lapped and licked at her sweet-tasting pussy. The nectar flowed in abundance, so much so that I had to swallow every now and then. Now I knew what she meant when she said she had plenty of lube!Her first orgasm arrived on the back of an express train, no stopping, just passing straight through at a hundred miles an hour! A roaring, surging, thrashing, screaming woman lay beneath my head as she shuddered and shook at its passing. A shock wave tore through her strong body, her breasts and neck flushed crimson, her legs vibrated as she gasped for breath. Her thighs held my head in a vice-like grip, clamping my mouth onto her pussy. I felt the hot liquid squeeze past my cheeks, spread over my face and down my chin onto the bedspread. Now I knew why Amanda had placed two towels on the bed under her hips. She grasped my head, spread her thighs wide, stopped shuddering and shouted, “Again!”I repeated exactly what I had been doing for the previous two minutes. This time it took a little less than a minute and a half. Again she shook, shouted, shuddered and Ankara escort bayan shimmied her lower body as the paroxysm of delight ripped through her.“Again!” she squealed.I set to work once more, enthused by her evident orgasmic delight and pleasure. Her third orgasm arrived after only a minute this time. Same result, same shouting the word, FUCK! for the whole island to hear. My head glistened with a combination of her juices and my sweat. She demanded more, so I did as asked and once again worked my magic with my tongue and fingers. By now, she had made so much lubricant that sliding my forefinger into her pussy and my next two fingers into her ass, pushing and pulling, pumping in and out with abandon as my mouth sucked, my tongue swirled and my teeth bit at her seemed absolutely the obvious thing to do!Her fourth orgasm shook her so much, that she collapsed after about fifteen seconds of vibrating and shaking. Her legs fell open, her hands dropped to the bed and her head lay back, her whole body shining with sweat, her lower body glistening with her squirted juice and my sweat. The air-con in the room barely coped with the heat we generated. Amanda rolled away from me and curled her body into the foetal position. Seconds later she said, “Put it in my ass, Jeff. No condom.”She raised her right knee off the bed and held the cheek of her ass as I moved closer. I held my cock in my right hand and made sure the angle was just right, then I thrust, once, hard, deep. I had six inches buried in her tight ring. I began to fuck her, with long, slow strokes. Amanda’s right hand now pressed on her pussy, circling her clitoris with the pads of her fingers. Her right knee raised higher and higher as she came closer to orgasm. I determined I would come with her this time. I didn’t need long, nor did she. I fucked her with increasing intensity, increasing tempo, increasing depth until my whole cock hit home, deep within her.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Amanda screamed.We came together. I felt the eruption of boiling lava somewhere around the base of my spine. It shot through my body as the electric shock of my orgasm shook me. I clutched at Amanda’s shoulders and hips, burying my cock as deep as it would reach and then some more, holding still while she vibrated in my arms, prolonging our orgasms. She slowed her movements until she lay still. My cock stayed buried inside her. Amanda reached back over her shoulder and placed her hand flat on my cheek. I felt the real warmth of her touch.“Sleep. Don’t move, just close your eyes.”She let go and returned to the foetal position. I lay tight up behind her, joined so intimately as to feel her as an extension of my own body. I closed my eyes and amazingly, slept for about thirty minutes. When I woke up, it was because Amanda was clenching her ass around my now almost flaccid cock. As her muscle squeezed and relaxed around my cock, I felt the stirring of an erection, the strong foundation, the scaffolding emerged, supporting the building blocks as my cock rose for the upcoming onslaught. Once she deemed it sufficient, she said, “Hold my hips and roll onto your back.”She reached behind her and grasped my hips. I grabbed hers and together we rolled her into kneeling astride my hips, with her back to me. She reached between her legs and stroked my ball sack, squeezing it gently with her long fingers. She rocked back and forth, my cock lodged as deep as it would go. I reached up and held her shoulders. She leaned back, my hands slid around to her breasts. I moulded and squeezed them, pinching her nipples between my fingers and thumbs. She groaned in appreciation. Her hips began to rise, lifting her backside clear of my body. I looked down and saw my cock buried halfway into her ass. She began to ride me.She raised and lowered her hips, using her strong thigh muscles, riding me as she would a cantering horse.  She continued this for a full minute. I had to leave go of her breasts. I couldn’t keep my upper body high enough to reach her so made do with stroking and lightly slapping her ass cheeks as she rose clear of me.“Harder,” she grunted.I slapped her, harder, smack! On both cheeks. Twice, each cheek.“Harder”I complied, slapping harder until I saw the redness appear on each cheek. She fucked me, I smacked her, she moaned with each impact and with each thud as her body slammed down onto mine. Her grunts became a staccato, one for every slap, one for every impact.“Harder!” she demanded.I couldn’t put much power into my slaps while lying back on the bed. Her ass sat too close to my body to get in a real hit. I brought my hand back in line with my shoulder and swung as hard as I could. The slap sounded loud, her grunt, louder. She slowed the pace, allowing me more time to inflict each slap. We kept the rhythm going for a further minute until she could no longer restrain herself. She began to slam down harder, her fingers smashing into her clitoris, while her other hand pulled on my scrotum, scratching and stretching the thick skin with her fingernails.“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! “ she wailed as she came.I let go inside her, jetting my cum up into her ass. She screamed and shouted, repeating her shaking and shuddering as she exploded into a frenzy of cataclysmic proportions. I grunted a few times as each jet erupted from my cock. Amanda gripped my ball sack, hauling it up towards her belly. The pain felt exquisite. She drained my sack into her ass.  Seconds later, still gripping my sack, she stopped moving. The realisation hit her and she let go, thankfully. I’m pretty sure my nuts were as empty as they will ever be. Amanda rolled to her right, collapsing onto the bed. I stayed where I lay. Watching as her ass winked closed after I had vacated the hard ring. A hint of cum seeped out and dripped onto the now-soaking wet towel. I picked up a corner and wiped her ass for her. She laughed!“That was amazing, Jeff. We haven’t used a condom yet! But we will. I need some sleep after all that. Come here, cuddle me.” FourWe slept for over an hour and a half, our body clocks still out of synch with local time. Amanda woke me when she climbed off the bed and went to the bathroom. I checked the time; five-thirty. Almost time for sundowners. I noticed she had taken the wet towels with her. I heard the shower running. I grabbed my book and read for fifteen minutes while she did what she had to do. The Peter Wright memoir had me enthralled. ‘Spycatcher’, banned in the UK until recently.“Your turn, Jeff. Ten minutes to get ready. Is that enough for you?”Amanda Escort Ankara appeared looking stunning. She wore a pale green spaghetti strapped dress with cleavage to die for. No bra and her c-cup breasts swayed gently as she moved. The green shimmered under the low sun streaming into the room. Her black heels glimmered, her red painted toenails poking out of the front. I wondered if she wore panties.“Go commando. I am.”“Give me five minutes.”I peed in the shower, scrubbed and washed everywhere and emerged five minutes later. I slung on my jeans and a white sports shirt my only attire, as suggested by the most beautiful woman I have enjoyed, ever. I put a packet of three condoms in my pocket, my Breitling watch on my wrist and my wallet in my back pocket.“I’m ready.”We climbed the steps up to the bar. We arrived on time and greeted the rest of the crew. The two young juniors looked suitably impressed and impressive. Claire and Sally wore halter tops and jeans, bare midriffs on show. Sally showed a stud in her navel, a blue stone glinting in the setting sun. Evelyn and Toby sat at a table, deep in conversation as we chatted to the girls, We got our drinks, a green cocktail for Amanda and yellow and pink for the girls. I had a cold Heineken. Choices were Heineken or nothing! I handed Claire and Sally their cocktails and we all said, “Cheers!” and clinked our glasses.“So, Mandy, did you ask Jeff about our plan?” asked Sally.Amanda smiled and took another sip of her cocktail. She looked over the rim into my eyes. Hers twinkled, mine remained untroubled, waiting for her response.“Yes, Sally, I was going to tell you he said no but you wouldn’t have believed me, would you? Yes, he’s eager to do as you ask, aren’t you, Jeff? We can do it tomorrow if you like.”The girls clapped a high five, careful not to spill their drinks. Claire said, “Oh, wow! I get to pop my cherry, at last. Thank you Jeff, and Mandy, you are a sport. Both of you. Thank you.What time tomorrow?”“After lunch. Don’t eat a big lunch. The BLT is the meal of choice. No alcohol for lunch, okay?”“Whatever you say, Ma’am. We’ll be ready for lunch at twelve,” said Sally.“Let’s join the others at the table,” said Amanda. I said nothing and we joined Evelyn and Toby at the table. We chatted amiably about the hotel, the weather, the pool, the cocktails, the Olympics, Amanda’s body and her green dress. Some of us took pictures of the group with the setting sun behind us. The waiter snapped one for all of us together. I glanced around the bar. About fifteen other guests sat or stood at the bar. There were a few yachts moored down in the bay and the crews and guests were also enjoying the sunset. We sipped at our drinks. Toby leaned closer to me and spoke quietly,“We can confirm to the rest of the world that you’re now enjoying carnal knowledge of each other, at least seven times for Amanda and we think twice for you. Our bungalow is the next one down from yours. She’s loud, isn’t she?”Amanda evidently overheard the last comment and said,“I’ll ask the manager to move us to the last bungalow if it bothers you. That one sits right down there on its own and you won’t be disturbed.”Amanda spoke with humour in her voice, good-natured banter. Toby responded in a similar manner. Evelyn reached sideways and took Amanda’s hand.“No need for that. The noise is quite a turn-on, to be honest. I hope these two can’t hear you though.” she pointed to Claire and Sally.“What? Are you talking about us?” asked Sally, grinning.“It’s nothing for your young ears to hear!” said Toby.“Young? We’re both twenty-one and know enough, believe me!” said Sally.We continued to chat about nothing in particular, gossiping occasionally about other crew members, something I tended to avoid. I can’t remember names so rarely comment on anyone. We chatted and drank for about an hour until dinner beckoned. We ordered food at the bar. The hotel didn’t have a dining room. Amanda and I ordered a bottle of wine, being the elder statesmen of the crew. Dinner consisted of fish, fish and fish, with salad and fries. The barman cranked up the volume on the music system. Dance time! Claire and Sally had attracted the attention of two guys who I guessed were crew on one of the yachts. They looked to be American maybe, fit, healthy-looking young men with tight T-shirts and three days of stubble. They sauntered over to our table and asked for a dance. The girls jumped up and joined them on the small dance floor in the center of the bar. Rick Astley pounded out his number one hit, never giving you up, nor desert you. The bar rocked and rolled for several hours while almost everyone danced, even me.Billy Ocean, Michael Jackson, Guns N’ Roses and many more blasted out of the speakers as we danced the evening away. Amanda and I drank the wine slowly, knowing that an excess of alcohol dulls the performance when our priority is sex! A little after eleven we made our excuses and left the others to it. I carried the half-full wine bottle. We carefully made our way down the steps to the bungalow. Some of the lights were blown making it tricky to see the way down. We made it safely to the bungalow, put on a few lights and headed straight for the shower. I brushed my teeth while Amanda showered. Amanda took my hand and pulled me into her arms.“Come here, Jeff. Kiss me.” FiveWe engaged, kissed and held on to each other, warm, hard, encircling, embracing, loving. Oh, how we kissed! Long, open mouth, saliva running between us, pulling, sucking, slurping and nibbling, a hot, steamy kiss, something we had neglected to try until now. It would be the first of many such kisses over the next six days. Amanda reached down to move my cock until it nestled between us, squeezed between our bellies. I reached for her right breast, squeezed and moulded the firm flesh into my hand. She moaned, I groaned and we moved to the bed, both of us aroused enough to need the condom.Amanda expertly unrolled it down the length of my cock, holding the teat to ensure the absence of any air. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs.“Just put it in and keep still for a while, can you?”I knelt between her legs. She held her lips open, the moisture glistened in the pale light from the bedside table. I positioned my cock at the portal and wiped the head up and down a few times.“Now.” Amanda groaned.I pressed and slid inside her. I shuffled my knees closer and pushed again, deep, as deep as it would go until it met the limit of travel inside her hot sheath. I rocked forward and lay on top her, my chest pressed hard against her breasts. I lodged my elbows either side of her warm breasts and relaxed. Her ankles locked behind my knees, pulling me in even harder. We kissed, for the second time, for the longest time, without moving, save for my cock twitching inside her and her pussy muscles gripping and relaxing around my rock-hard erection.

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