Art, part two. Ch. 13
Art takes another step into his future.
"Jonesy, are you sure this is where you want me to leave you."
"Yep, my instructions were clear. I was told I'd be picked up here sometime in the next half hour. Heidi, you know I'm never going to forget you."
"Jonesy, you know we could be a couple, don't you. If the three of us lived together for any length of time, that probably would have happened."
"I know, but it would have hurt Lisa very much and neither you nor I want that, do we? Let's just leave it that we'll stay connected so if something happens, we'll know how to find each other. I know I'll carry the bruises of the last three hours for at least the rest of my life. You could have broken my new designer dick the way you abused it, as it is I think you sprained it."
"I'm going to build all those positions we tried into my new 'Jonesy Doll' so I can make some money based on our last three hours together."
She put her arms around me and picked me up. Instead of just dangling there I wrapped my legs around her waist. We held tight to each other and we kissed long and hard. Finally I said, "We keep this up on the street we're going to draw a crowd."
"Who gives a rat's ass, Good bye Jonesy."
"Good bye, Heidi." She put me down, walked to her car and drove off without looking back.
A voice behind me said, "After that send off, you could probably fly back to the States without our airplane."
I turned around and there was a husky young man standing there with a grin on his face. "My name's Tim Arnold. Ms. Lewis said I'm to pick up some special baggage and you look like you could be it. We better get you onboard where you can get some rest. Jamie, Ms. Lewis, has her own version of airborne gymnastics and you'll need all the reserve you can call up." I hadn't noticed, but there was a small pedestrian gate in the airport fence that now stood open. Arnold locked the gate behind us and led the way down the line to a fine looking Gulfstream aircraft.
Inside the main cabin he opened a door in the rear that led to a small luggage compartment. He said, "I've got the bags lashed in place so they won't move around and there's a space between them for you to hide. When you crawl in, reach out and pull this loose bag in to block the opening. It has to look like you did it yourself in case you're discovered. I have to ask you to stay in there until we're airborne. Customs rarely check outgoing, but they do sometimes so best we're be prepared. I'll come get you when we're clear."
I had fallen asleep and the next thing I knew there were voices and a door slammed. The luggage compartment door opened and I heard Arnold say, "We're moving into takeoff position. Come on out and take a seat anywhere. When I was out of the compartment, Jamie was sitting in a seat with her head back. "Ms. Lewis came aboard awhile ago, she said to wake her when we're at cruising altitude." I sat down across the aisle from her and buckled up.
After takeoff, when the afterburners kicked in Jamie opened her eyes. "Well hello there stowaway. I see you managed to get aboard."
"Thanks to your man, Tim Arnold, there wasn't a problem."
She flipped on the intercom, "Tim, when you can, will you come back and make up one of the double berths? It's been a long day and we'd like to turn in."
"I'll take care of it. Would you or your guest want anything from the galley?"
She looked at me and I nodded negatively. "No we're fine, Tim."
She looked at me, "Art, do you think you could open one of those bottles of champagne that are on ice in the galley."
"I can probably manage that." Jamie showed me where I could safely set the ice bucket with the champagne, and when I returned with glasses, Tim was coming out of the cockpit.
He said, "You really shouldn't be up and moving around until we turn off the seat belt sign."
"I'm sorry, Tim, my thirst got in the way of common sense."
Jamie chimed in, "Our guest is just being gallant, Tim, I asked him to get the champagne." The look I got from Arnold told me there's something going on between him and his boss lady. As Tim was leaving the cabin, Jamie said, "Tim, will you make sure I'm up when we're still an hour out of New York. Tell customs at the International Terminal that I expect to go through there with my personal baggage, but our plane will continue on to the International Terminal at Messena."
After he left, I said, "I'm sorry, Jamie, I couldn't find any champagne glasses. We'll have to rough it with water glasses."
"I'm ready to drink it right out of the bottle, but water glasses will do fine." When her glass was half full, she said, "Go ahead and fill it up, my buzz from earlier is starting to wear off and I want to enjoy the rest of the night without any inhibitions." I followed her directions, but took less myself. I'm still not sure how much I can handle at my size. I sat down across the aisle from her and she reached over to touch glasses, "May we fly high in more ways than one way tonight"! She took a healthy gulp from her glass and said, "Well what do you think of my Gulfstream 350?"
"What can I say, Jamie, it's very impressive." I noticed she was slurring her words. The glamorous Ms. Lewis must have partied hardy after I left."
She said, "I want to get out of this damn dress. I haven't taken a deep breath all night. Come give me a hand, will you?"
"With pleasure; you made a striking impression in that dress tonight, but it's the body in the dress that caught every ones eye."
"You're still full off BS, Jones, but it's not a bad body for an old broad, is it?"
"Jamie, I'm an old hand at admiring the female body and I have to tell you; whatever body you had when you were younger, you sure as hell haven't lost much."
"Well then get over here and let me show it to you." I ran her zipper down her back and she slipped her arms out and dropped it on the floor; her half slip soon followed. Standing there in her panties and bra, it was no BS; she still had a good looking body.
She pirouetted around and I unsnapped her bra. Facing me I know my voice reflected my true feelings, "Lady, those are magnificent breasts."
"They're not bad, are they?"
"Not bad! Jamie, I'm at a loss for words except to say they demand special handling."
I started to slip down her panties when she said, "Later, I want to see that body of yours first." I started to undress when she said, "I'll do it. Come over by the berth." When I was up against the edge of the berth, she took off my shirt and undershirt. "Just as I thought at the dinner table, you do have a solid little body. Art, it's like compressed." She was closer to the truth than she realized. She knelt down on the floor in front of me and unbuckled my belt. By the time she had my pants and shorts down, my penis was at full attention. Jamie said, "Damn, who would have believed someone your size carried such equipment."
By the time I had shed my shoes and dropped pants she was sitting on the floor of the airplane. She scooted forward on her butt pinning the back of my legs against the berth and trapping my one foot under her crotch. She wrapped both hands around my penis and began to lick the tip. The least I could do with my foot between her legs was to start rubbing the area over her clit. She grabbed my foot and put it where she wanted it while I continued rubbing. About two inches of my penis disappeared into her mouth. The lady is paying serious attention to my member, but the look on her face is almost comical. If she stares at it any harder she'll get cross eyed. She's concentrating so hard like this is something she must get right. I'm about to explode in her mouth and I put my hands on her shoulders, but she's not paying any attention. When I do explode, she starts to gag and I pulled out quickly. I'm afraid she might bite down involuntarily.
She pointed to the half filled glass of champagne and without thinking I handed it to her. She drained the glass and then started to really cough. There was sink nearby, so I filled her empty glass with water and grabbed a towel figuring she might throw up. I held the glass so she could only take small sips and gradually she seemed to get everything under control. Jamie started to get up and I tried to help her. So I'm slow on the take. It's obvious now that my benefactor is seriously bombed out of her mind. She climbed on the berth on her hands and knees and crawled up to where she could lay her head on a pillow. Her rear end was still sticking up in the air and she was saying something. I put my head down where I could hear her, "Put that big dick of yours through my backdoor. Not in the ass... not in the ass; we'll do that next. I want a triple with all holes plugged."
I did as I was told. For awhile there was some response and Jamie might have even had an orgasm, but then her reactions got less and less. Her voice, seemed to be urging me on even though I couldn't understand any words, got fainter and fainter. I finally realized that Ms. Lewis was either asleep or passed out. I sort of leaned one way making the two of us collapse sideways on the berth with our knees drawn up. My penis is still inside and I'm spooned up against her back. I had to think about continuing with her passed out, when the decision was made for me and I exploded inside her. My erection faded with me still inside her. I really don't want to deal with a female drunk and she'd be better off if she just kept sleeping. I stayed put where I was and fell asleep myself.
I woke up with a raging woody and for a minute I couldn't figure where I was. Plastered up against Jamie's backside I can feel movement letting me know at least part of her realizes I'm there. The next move seems obvious and I was working up to it when the intercom came on, "Ms. Lewis, we're an hour out from LaGuardia airport." Jamie fumbled around on the headboard until she found a button which must have acknowledged that she heard.
