Archive-name: 3plus/captx2.txt Archive-author: Archive-title: Captain X (2) Chapter 2 : Los Angeles [ The characters in this work are fictitious, and any resemblance to actual persons either living or dead is purely coincidental. This story contains language and scenes of an adult nature that might offend certain people. If that's you then don't read it. ] Michele removed her hand from the front of her panties with a start as she realized that the cockpit door had been opened. It was all right, it was only Rick returning from a trip to the head. The skipper was still taking a nap. Rick stretched, feeling the muscles of his spine crackle deliciously as he arched his back. He let out a groan as the tension was released, then slid into his seat behind Michele. Michele smiled inwardly at the groan. She had heard the same groans coming from Rick the night before as he had emptied his load deep into her snatch. She could still feel a slight stickiness in her crotch where traces of his semen were leaking out of her cunt. "Hope I can make it to the hotel before it starts to show", she thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by Los Angeles Center. "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, descend and maintain flight level three-zero-zero, contact the Center now on one-three-four-point-six- five, good day". Michele reluctantly focussed her attention back to the present. It was Captain X's leg into LAX, so Michele was working the radios and doing all the other pilot-not-flying duties. "Descend maintain three-zero-zero, one-three-four-point-six-five, so long, Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy". Michele spoke with the practiced ease of the airline professional, well aware that her musical voice sent thrills up and down the spines of male air traffic controllers and pilots on the same frequency. Flying the big jets had always turned her on, and she was feeling the beginnings of a dampness in her crotch as she deftly dialed in the new frequency and adjusted the altitude alerter to flight level 300. "Los Angeles Center, Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, out of three-five- zero for flight level three-zero-zero, good evening". "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, Los Angeles Center, good evening". Michele quickly completed her flow checks and pulled out the landing preliminary checklist. She then glanced expectantly at Captain X. Receiving a nod in reply, she began to call it off. Rick responded promptly to each of the Flight Engineer challenges on the checklist, but his attention was mostly on what he planned to do to Michele when they reached the hotel. The memory of last night was still vivid. Michele shaking with pleasure as he pumped into her for all he was worth, her legs up over his shoulders giving him the best possible angle for deep penetration of her hot wet slit. He shifted in his seat to relieve the pressure of his pants on his woody, which had been standing at attention for most of the flight out of Boston. "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, cross Civet at one-six-thousand, cleared Civet-three profile descent, Los Angeles altimeter two-niner-niner- two". Listening to Michele acknowledge the clearance, Rick stuck his right hand deep into his pocket and began to massage his member. He wasn't sure he could wait to get to the hotel. A faint smell almost below the conscious threshold was slowly driving him crazy with lust, and he realized with a start that it was the same smell that he had wallowed in last night as he tongued Michele to orgasm after screaming orgasm. "Descent power" called Captain X, pulling the power levers back slightly. Michele responded by pulling the power levers smoothly back to flight idle, and the whine of the three engines faded as the EPR, N-1 and EGT gauges wound down in unison. "Descent power set". The engine noise was replaced by the sound of the airflow over the hull as the DC-10 began its descent into the Los Angeles area. The three General Electric turbofans were still producing enough power to pressurize the airplane and power the hydraulic, electrical and anti- ice systems, but other than that the huge airplane was now essentially a three hundred and fifty thousand pound glider. "It won't be long now" thought Michele as she busied herself with the LAX approach charts and prepared to brief Captain X on the approach. "I can't wait to get to the hotel and feel Rick inside me". Spreading the Low Altitude En-Route chart on her lap, she carefully slid her hand below it, under the waistband of her uniform and into her damp panties. "I hope the skipper can't tell what I'm doing" she worried nervously as she wiggled her hand down to where she could insert the tip of her index finger into her slippery wet vagina. Sliding her hand up a little, she was able to massage her swollen clitoris. Wave upon wave of pleasure coursed through her as she fingered herself. Rick was aware that Michele was tensing up in the seat just to his left. By leaning slightly over, he was able to see that her left hand was reaching under a chart that she had opened up all the way on her lap. "No way", he thought, "she wouldn't have the nerve to do that here!". But there was no mistaking the slight spasmodic jerks of her shoulders and the deep breaths she was taking. The unmistakable scent of a woman was reaching his nostrils, exciting him still further. With an effort, Rick pulled his hand out of his pocket and turned his attention back to his flight engineer panel. Michele was close to coming now. Her wet fingers rubbed up and down between her labia, keeping her clitoris well lubricated as she rubbed herself towards orgasm. She quickly scanned the instrument panel and noted that they were just passing through 18,000 feet. Captain X was reaching out to reset the altimeter and Michele hurriedly did the same to hers. "Transition altitude. Altimeters set left and right and cross-checked". Michele hoped that the sexual tension wasn't detectable in her voice as she made the required callout. Her panties were drenched in vaginal lubricant and her groin was aching for the release of orgasm. "It's too late now", she thought, "I'm going to have to wait". As she pulled her left hand reluctantly out of her panties, Michele's watch caught on the waistband and pulled her panties tightly up into her crack. Captain X was reaching for the power levers as the DC-10 approached 16,000 feet. A slight back pressure on the yoke raised the nose and the jet leveled off at the assigned crossing altitude. Captain X moved the power levers forward slightly, and called for cruise power. Michele obliged, carefully balancing the EPR gauges to equal power settings. The jet droned on toward Civet intersection at a steady three hundred and twenty knots, unaware of the vaginal lubricant now coating the power lever handles. Michele quickly contacted the company via ARINC and got their gate assignment, then briefed Captain X on the Los Angeles ILS 25-R approach. Captain X reached for the P.A. handset and motioned to the controls. "You have control". "I have control", acknowledged Michele as required by the company operating specifications. Captain X made a brief passenger announcement. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is Captain X speaking. We will be landing in Los Angeles in approximately fifteen minutes. The temperature there is a pleasant 85 degrees. Due to the Santa Ana winds, some of the traffic ahead of us has been experiencing a few little bumps, so please be sure to keep your seat belts securely fastened. Thanks for flying Merkin Airlines". "I have control". "You have control". Michele turned over control of the DC-10 to Captain X. "Crossing Civet, down to 12,000, 12 miles, next fix Bremr" she called out as the numbers on the DME clicked down to show 52 miles from the airport. "Descent power". "Set". Michele noticed out of the corner of her eye that Captain X was smelling her fingertips and rubbing them together. With horror she realized that the fingers of her left hand had been covered with her vaginal juices when she had touched the power levers. Descending through fifteen thousand feet, the DC-10 encountered the first of the mountain wave turbulence caused by the strong Santa Ana winds. Michele felt the jet buck and surge beneath her, and was pleasantly aware of how the movement was transmitted through her tightly fitting panties to her clitoris and vaginal lips. "This could be fun", she mused, struggling to keep the pleasure from showing in her expression. An electric thrill shot through her as the DC-10 again shuddered and swayed in the turbulent air. Michele made the callout for Captain X as the jet crossed the next step down fix. "Crossing Bremr, down to 11,000, 7 miles to Arnes". "Roger, descent power". The jet shook in the rough air as it descended toward Arnes, 33 miles from Los Angeles. Busy with her duties, Michele was struggling to keep from being distracted by the panties that were sending every sudden movement of the airplane directly to her throbbing clitoris. "Oh, I'm going to come soon, I can't help it", she moaned silently to herself as the stimulation continued. "I'm soaking wet". Suddenly it felt too warm on the flight deck and she reached up to adjust her air vent. "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, reduce speed maintain two-five-zero knots, contact Los Angeles approach one-two-four-point-niner". "Slowing... gasp... two-five-zero, one-two-four-point-niner, two- twenty-six-heavy". Captain X was looking at her strangely, then she turned back to her scan. "She must know what's going on", thought the horny young first officer, "I hope she doesn't write me up for this". She thumbed her mic switch. "Los Angeles approach, Merkin... gasp... two-twenty-six... oh!... heavy, with you on the... oooh!... profile". "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, Los Angeles approach, reduce speed maintain two-one-zero knots until Downe cross Fuelr at eight thousand cleared ILS-runway-two-five-right approach contact the tower at Limma, traffic at twelve o'clock five miles is a Singapore heavy 747 will precede you to two-five-right, caution wake turbulence, report that traffic in sight". "Welcome to LA", Michele said dryly to no one in particular, then acknowledged the rapid-fire clearance. The DC-10 crossed the fixes in rapid succession - Suzzi, Fuelr, Downe, Hunda, and finally captured the glideslope just before Limma, the outer marker. "Glideslope alive". "One dot below, gear down, landing final checklist". Coupled to the localizer and glideslope, the DC-10 passed Limma descending through 1900 feet. Trying desperately to ignore the rubbing of her panties on her clitoris as the DC-10 lurched up and down, Michele dialed in 120.95 and called Los Angeles tower. "Los Angeles tower, Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, inside Limma". "Merkin two-twenty-six- heavy, Los Angeles tower, runway-two-five-right cleared to land, wind three-five-zero at one-five gusts two-five". "One thousand above, minimums three-zero-two, cross-check, no flags... gasp!..., bug plus five, sink seven hundred". The DC-10 was crabbing to the right as the autopilot corrected for the crosswind. Captain X was monitoring the approach and preparing for the landing, and seemed oblivious to the frenzied state of her first officer in the right seat. Michele was squirming in her seat as the stimulation rose to new heights. She could feel the tension rising in her vaginal muscles and knew that she could hold off her orgasm for only seconds longer. Her breath was coming in short sharp gasps, and she was straining against the shoulder harness as the wave of pleasure started to rise. She felt her toes start to curl as the orgasm began. Struggling to maintain her self-control, Michele made the next callout. "Five hundred above, no flags, sink seven hun... gasp!... dred... Unnnh... I'M COMING!... OOOH!... FUCK!... I'M COMING!" Michele was arching out of the seat, shaking and shuddering with pleasure, gasping for breath and swinging her head wildly from side to side in ecstasy. Her hands involuntarily slid down inside her panties and she plunged three fingers deep into her vagina, the fingers of her other hand rubbing her clitoris furiously. She was completely lost in her orgasm, and completely unaware of the DC-10 that was now seconds from touchdown. Captain X had uncoupled the autopilot and was hand flying the airplane. The scene in the right seat had startled her for a moment, but she now turned her attention back to flying. Well, most of her attention. She was aware of the wetness that had started in her crotch. "Two hundred feet, flows off, final gear check, cleared to land". Captain X was making her own callouts. "One hundred radar... fifty... forty... thirty... twenty... ten... five". With a rumble the DC-10 touched down and the ground spoilers rose automatically. Captain X engaged reverse thrust and pushed the power levers forward. The DC-10 rumbled and shook as the confused engine exhaust tumbled over the tail. Michele screamed and shook as another orgasm shot through her. "Eighty knots". Captain X reduced power to idle, applied braking and turned the DC-10 off the runway onto taxiway 42, then onto Juliet Outer. "Merkin two-twenty-six-heavy, contact ground one-two-one-point-seven- five". Captain X acknowledged, contacted ground for clearance, and proceeded to taxi to the gate. When the jet was moving slowly along Kilo Inner, she turned her attention to her first officer. Michele was sitting limply in her seat, mouth open and breathing heavily. Her face was flushed and she seemed only dimly aware of her surroundings. Without a word Captain X reached up to the overhead panel and flipped the cockpit voice recorder mode select switch to the Erase position. With a barely perceptible jolt the DC-10 stopped at the gate, and warning lights flared in the cockpit as the cabin and cargo doors were opened. Captain X quickly completed the shutdown checklist and climbed out of her seat. In silence the flight crew donned their jackets and caps and filed out on their way to the crew bus that would take them to their hotel. "I'm really fucked", thought Michele miserably as they boarded the crew bus. "The skipper's going to turn me in and they'll fire my ass for sure. Fuck, I wish she'd say something and get it over with". The flight crew climbed out of the bus and led by Captain X, entered the lobby of the Airport Marriott. Michele checked in and hurried to her room, where she quickly showered and changed into fresh clothes. Throwing herself face down on the bed, she wondered how she could show up for the next leg the following morning. Michele closed her eyes and tried to relax. She was awakened by a quiet knock on the door. "Who's there?" she called through the door. "Michele, I need to talk to you, may I come in?". Michele recognized the voice as belonging to Captain X. "Oh fuck, here it comes", she thought as she opened the door and stood aside to let Captain X enter the room. Michele noticed with surprise that the skipper was dressed in a tight form-fitting white mini-skirt and top that showed off shapely thighs and perky breasts, her shiny long dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders. Without a word Captain X stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, then turned to Michele and touched her on the shoulder. Moving closer, she planted a soft kiss on Michele's moist lips. Michele's eyes widened in surprise, but she did not pull back from the touch. Michele had been with another girl in college, and since then she had sometimes thought about repeating the experience but had been afraid of what might happen if her employer ever found out about it. And now the skipper was here putting the moves on her! Maybe she wasn't in so much trouble over her performance during the last leg as she had thought. Taking a deep breath, she made up her mind. Michele returned the kiss, using her tongue and increasing the pressure. The response was immediate, and she felt a hand exploring her breasts before sliding down her belly and running over her mound. They moved slowly over toward the bed, their tongues intertwined. Michele slowly pushed Captain X onto her back, her dark hair spilling over the pillow. Moving her attention to the skipper's skirt, she slowly unzipped it and pulling it free, she tossed it on a nearby chair. The top followed it, the skipper raising her shoulders off the bed to make the task easier. Captain X was wearing a pair of filmy white see-through panties and no bra, and Michele could see the dampness of a neatly shaved pussy though the thin material. Reaching down, she carefully peeled off her own white cotton panties and threw them aside. Captain X was smiling up at her, and motioned for her to come closer. Michele climbed over her and straddled her on the bed, her blonde hair tumbling down on either side of her young face. Captain X reached under Michele's skirt and gently stroked her slit, then carefully slid a finger into Michele's willing vagina. Michele gasped with pleasure, and tightened her vaginal muscles around the finger. Captain X slowly pulled her finger out of Michele's snatch and licked the juice off with obvious enjoyment. She then undid the catch holding Michele's short skirt, and pulled it off. "I've been wondering all week whether you're a natural blonde Michele, and now I see that you are". She pulled Michele forward by the hips until her wet cunt was directly over her mouth. Pulling Michele gently downward, she teased her fine blonde cunt hair with her tongue, then started to lick along the length of Michele's slit. Michele went purely crazy with pleasure, gasping and moaning as wave after wave of intense pleasure jolted her clitoris and radiated to her extremities. In no time she was on the edge of another climax. "Oh yes! fuck me! I'm coming... don't stop... stick it in me!... I'M GONNA COME!... don't stop... yes!... ooh!... I'M COMING!... YES!... UNGHHH!... OOH YES!... FUCK!... I CAN'T STOP COMING!...... I CAN'T STOP COMING!..." Slowly Michele came down from her orgasm, panting and moaning, to find Captain X gasping and rubbing herself as she watched Michele. "Do me now, Michele" she pleaded, "I can't wait any longer. Make me come". Before Michele could respond, the telephone rang, and she answered it. "Hello?" "Michele, it's Rick. What do you think's going to happen? Think she'll report you?". "Well, actually, Rick, I don't think it's going to be a problem". "Huh? Why not?" "Rick, I don't want to talk about it on the phone any more. Why don't you come over to my room and I'll explain it to you. It's room 504". "OK, I'll be along in a minute". Michele turned back to Captain X with a wicked sexy grin on her face. "I can do one better than that, honey. How would you like me to get Rick to slide his tool into you? I spent the last two layovers in his room, and believe me, it was incredible! I've never met someone who comes back for more like he does". By way of reply, Captain X reached for Michele and kissed her deeply. "Only if you join in", she panted. Michele smiled and moved down to where she could use her tongue on the Captain's engorged labia and clitoris. It was a highly erotic feeling licking the recently shaved pussy, and it made her strangely excited in a way she couldn't quite explain. There was another quiet knock on the door to her hotel room. Rick stepped into Michele's room, and took in the scene at one glance. Peeling off his shirt, he stepped over to where Captain X lay on the bed slowly fingering herself and arching her back. Captain X looked up at him, then sat up and reached for Rick's pants. Rick stood while Captain X unfastened his pants and let them fall around his ankles. His penis was standing at rigid attention, and throbbed slightly in anticipation of what was to come. Captain X reached her hands around Rick and pulled him forward to where she could reach him with her tongue. Taking a deep breath, she slid him all the way in until the tip of his tool touched the back of her throat, then started to move in and out slowly. Rick groaned and stumbled slightly as his back muscles tightened. He could feel the pressure building at the base of his cock and knew that he wouldn't last long with the Captain deep- throating him so expertly. "I'm going to come soon", he warned. Captain X pulled free of his cock and smiled at him. "No doing that until you're in my cunt", she announced. Rick needed no further prompting. As she rolled over onto her back and raised her knees, Rick mounted her and slid his penis into her hot moist vagina in one long slippery movement. "Aaah!" he groaned, "that feels so fucking good!". Rick slowly pumped into her cunt, sending waves of intense pleasure through both of their bodies. He pulled almost all the way out on each stroke, so that Captain X gasped and dug her nails into his back to keep him from pulling all the way out. He rammed into her each time with enough force to drive her back against the headboard and make her arch herself up to meet his thrust. "Oh yes, fuck me, fill me up, fuck me, make me come, I want to come, fuck me, harder, yes, oh... yes!" she gasped. Rick increased the pace, driving into her snatch as hard as he could on each stroke. A drop of pre-come escaped from his cock, and he determined to make his partner come before he did. He could feel her vagina constricting around his cock, and knew that her orgasm could not be far away. Gathering her legs over his shoulders as he had done with Michele the night before, he pulled himself forward so that her thighs were pressed against her breasts on each stroke and he could drive into her until he felt his cock bumping into her cervix. Captain X lost control as she felt him press against her cervix, and started to buck and moan spasmodically as her orgasm took her over. Her nails raked deep scores in Rick's back as she screamed and shook with the intensity of her orgasm. Her vagina contracted so forcefully that he felt like he was in the grip of a hot wet vise, and the resulting pleasure pushed him suddenly over the edge. He came into her so forcefully that she felt a blaze of heat inside as she was rammed up against the wall behind Michele's bed. Rick pumped spurt after spurt of hot semen deep into her snatch. He groaned in almost unbearable pleasure as his nuts released their load into her. She was lost in ecstasy, head thrashing as she gasped and shook with pleasure. It seemed like neither of them would ever stop coming. Then suddenly it was over and they were panting and gasping, looking into each others eyes in exhausted delight. A sound from the end of the bed brought them both back to reality. Michele was on her knees at the end of the bed, her fingers excitedly rubbing her clitoris while she pushed a vibrator into her dripping wet vagina. While they watched Michele gasped and threw her head back, then went rigid as every muscle locked in orgasmic pleasure. Rick felt himself hardening again at the sight and sound of the beautiful blonde girl bringing herself off. Moving down to lay next to Captain X, who was still breathing heavily, he beckoned to Michele to join him. Captain X got up on one elbow to watch as Michele slowly got to her feet and walked unsteadily to where Rick lay slowly rubbing his cock as it grew harder. Michele's firm breasts jutted from her chest, the nipples hard from the hormones that were coursing through her lithe body. A clear trickle of vaginal lubricant escaped from her wet matted pubic hair and ran slowly down one leg. Michele pulled her blouse over her head and tossed it aside. Her breasts sprang forward and they could see the firm nipples surrounded by the dark aureole. "Why don't you fuck her? I want to watch you fuck her brains out! Make her come!", Captain X breathed excitedly. Michele moaned with excitement at the thought of being watched by another woman while Rick fucked her. She climbed on top of Rick and slowly sank down onto his cock. She was so wet that he slid in to the hilt effortlessly. Her eyes widened and she gasped as his penis stretched her open and slid deliciously over her erect clitoris. Leaning forward to kiss him deeply, she began to rhythmically contract her vagina around him as she slowly rocked from side to side. Rick kissed her hard and met her rhythm, thrusting his hips forward to meet her, feeling his penis bump into her at the end of each thrust. Rick became aware that Captain X was carefully positioning herself above him with the obvious intent of being eaten out. He grabbed her hips and brought her down to his mouth, her back to the headboard, her firm breasts facing Michele's. Captain X moaned and shuddered as Rick expertly went to work on her labia, clitoris and vagina. Michele moved forward to get the deepest possible penetration of Rick's penis inside her, then leaned forward to kiss Captain X passionately on the mouth. Captain X came first. A loud groan escaped her as Michele thrust her wet tongue deeply into her mouth, their lips locked together. She shook and shuddered violently and ground her pussy down onto Rick's mouth. Rick gasped for breath as Captain X pressed her cunt over him and gushed a sudden flood of lubricant over his face. The sight of the orgasming woman just above him was more than he could stand and suddenly he was pumping his seed into Michele's tight slit as she rocked rapidly and grabbed him rhythmically with her vagina. He was still emptying himself deep inside her when her vagina began to widen out internally and she pushed herself as far down his cock as she could. Her cunt grabbed him like a hot vise, and he could hear her muffled screams as she came and came. Rick sighed and lay back in the center of Michele's king size bed, Michele on one side and Captain X on the other. Both women were making contented noises and snuggling on either side of him. He reached over and pulled the comforter from where they had kicked it to the floor so that it covered them all. Rick was almost asleep when he felt Michele reach over and play with his cock, urging it to get hard. At the same time, he felt Captain X blow in his ear and start to nibble it wetly, and her hand stroked his chest. Michele was sliding her body over his, feeling with her cunt for his rapidly stiffening penis. He groaned as he felt it slide again into her hot slippery wetness. With a sigh, he realized that none of them were going to get much sleep that night. ... to be continued --