"I only want you to pack a pair of your lacy white knickers, and the lingerie you wore the last time we saw each other and made love over India. Do not wear any underneath your dress and definitely do not wear a bra. I have made a courier reservation for you tomorrow at your house for 7 am sharp. All else you will need is your passport, toiletries and phone. Your flight will be on Kinshasa Air and sadly it does not have the same amenities that you are used to. However, I assure you this will be the most wondrous of journeys...:
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| Air Kinshasa Flight 69 from London to Kinshasa to US Air Force Base- Seychelles |
Meanwhile, at Heathrow, an American Navy officer oversaw the loading of pallets of military equipment on board the nearly 50 year old jumbo jet that looked to him as if it could fall out of the sky without much effort. The cargo hold was being filled with equipment for the newest American base, and all he was on this trip was the escort.
After the safe arrival of the plane and himself with it, the Commander's plans were to get in some rest and relaxation at a secluded forest cabin near a beach far away from technology and the need to be on call constantly. All he wanted to do was enjoy the quiet of nature and work on that erotic novel he had long wanted to find the time, peace and quiet to write. Fortunately, after this trip his retirement was take effect and afterward he would head off to Japan where a teaching position awaited him with the Sensei and his new school of adult art.
As the Commander, was dressed in green camouflage, watched the pallets being lifted and secured in, he was approached by the pilots of the plane, Captain Andrew and his copilot, retired Colonel William, both were ex-RAF who had been contracted for this trip and lured to it by the promise of a years pay for 24 hours worth of work and, like the Commander, an extended stay in the Seychelles; where they, like the American, also had made reservations for a secluded beach cabin not more than 100 feet away from each other. As the Captain measured up the Commander, he was curious to see how his lovely Susan would take to him. He and the Colonel were both Sonia's lovers; however, the Colonel did not know that of his co-pilot; nor did either RAF pilot know of her chance kiss with the Commander not that long ago. When Sonia boarded the plane Captain Andrew would be pleasantly surprised at the outcome. Fortunately, for everyone on board, even for the pilots who could not drink, the Mahala wine would be flowing, and by the time the plane landed in the Indian Ocean a new ploy-amorous relationship would be born.
The Captain knew that in order to get the lovely Sonia on board that plane and escape with him to the Indian Ocean he may have to make special accommodations with his copilot, and thus accepted the fact that he might have to share her with another man. However, he felt secure enough in his manhood and his friendship with the Colonel that jealousy would not get in the way. For Sonia he had made sure that he brought on board several bottles of a wine from the Congo made from the Mahala flower. The specially made wine was more potent than Viagra for men, and for women, well, the Internet claimed it would increase bust size and bring about severe lactation. Which, the Captain mused, was not a bad list of side affects, as was the knowledge that the plant itself was a known narcotic that when ingested would cause a person to lose all sexual inhibitions.
For the journey to the Seychelles the flight plan was first to fly to Kinshasa, which normally would take 11 hours, but due to storms it would be about 15. From Kinshasa the plane would refuel and it would take another nine hours to the Seychelles due to storms. Unfortunately, because of the age of the plane it would require a pilot upfront at all times. For the Captain this meant limited time with Sonia. However, he was certain that the only flight attended on board this passenger flight, Lola, would be more than willing to distract the Colonel and even perhaps keep Sonia away from the Commander. What the Captain did not count on was the power of the Mahala wine on the women, especially in their soon to be insatiable need to be milked.
As the Commander watched the final load of cargo go in the side of the plane, he felt a tap on the shoulder and caught a scent of alluring perfume. He turned to come face to face with the lovely lady from the parking lot not too many years ago. At first Sonia did not recognize him, for it had been several years. Yet before she could speak she saw not only one lover, but two, approach her from the soon to be departing plane. She felt herself shake in a mixture of fear and desire as she was now surrounded by the men of her dreams who would all be soon confined with her and the statuesque androgynous ebony skinned flight attendant who said to them with what seemed like a male voice and knowing smile, "shall we get this adventure started?"
As Lola said that, she looked at the Commander lustfully, which in turn caused Sonia to feel a pang of jealously, for she wanted him all to herself. Lola though would soon prove to be the conduit for her and these men to join together, and little did she realize that soon all these men and even Lola would be under her sensual command, for the love of these men, her "Sirs" or "Commanders" (as all had at one point been in command of her heart) and even that of Lola, would soon be all hers "heart and soul"....