- That Amazing Night
- That Amazing Night Part – 2 Continues…
- That Amazing Night Part -3 Continues….
“That Amazing Night” Part -3 Continues….
Beth climbed into the co-pilot’s seat and hooked her radio into the intercom. Jack guided Susan back to the end of the pressurized cabin, and helped her into the long tunnel that traversed both bomb bays and ended in the compartment where the waist gunners would normally ride.
The compartment wasn’t very large, but a cot had been set up. Several articles of clothing lay on the deck near it and a faint, musky smell permeated the air. The plane hit a spot of turbulence, bounced, and Susan looked fearfully towards the front of the plane. Jack’s long arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her back against the butch’s hard body.
“Relax, baby, I handpicked this crew. Shelly and Beth have more air hours logged than I do. I knew it was a long flight, so I smuggled a cot onboard…” she whispered.
“So, you brought me back here to…” her voice trailed off into a whisper.
“No, angel-puss. I’d be lying if I didn’t say I was hoping, but there’s no pressure on you. If you don’t want to, you can still catch some sleep. I’ll be happy either way.”
Susan bit her lip as she thought. She had been dying to get physical with Jack for months, and she still tingled when she remembered their few stolen moments on the train. She might have demurred, but Jack’s strong arms around her waist felt too good. Still, she was too shy to say yes.
Jack seemed to understand, gently squeezing her and nuzzling her neck. Susan made a sound, part sigh, part moan, total surrender. Jack’s hands slid up her body to the nape of her neck and then worked slowly down, opening her flight suit. Susan turned in Jack’s arms and they kissed deeply as their hands worked the many fastenings.
The kiss was deep and hot, their tongues twining and pressing against each other as their passion built. Susan was going crazy, her hands shaking as she plucked at Jack’s fight suit. The experienced butch continued to kiss her, enjoying the heat of her body and the urgency in her kisses. She deliberately slowed her pace, allowing Susan to remove her clothes while she let her arms slide around the redhead and massage her soft ass.
Susan felt hot and flushed, but she couldn’t make herself break the kiss. She was caught up in a whirlwind of emotion, and the driving need she felt added to the maelstrom. Susan felt Jack’s hands move up her back to her shoulders, and the stocky butch broke the kiss, pushing Susan back a step.
She put her hands on her hips and caught the redhead’s eyes.
“Like what you see?”
Susan’s mouth hung open and a slight tremor ran through her. Jack’s suit was still bunched on the floor, but she had spread her legs and had one hand on her hip. Her legs were muscular, leading up to wide hips. Her black pubes were wild, thick and covered her pussy, but Susan could just make out the deep crimson of her lips peeking out. Her tummy was flat, with the abs well defined and they drew her eyes upwards, to the proud breasts. These were full, capped with dusky, silver dollar sized areolas and thick, protruding nipples. Her shoulders were square, and her arms well muscled.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Jack said, laughing as she kicked out of the pile of clothes at her feet.
“My god,” Susan finally whispered.
“You look pretty good too.”
Jack finished stripping her quickly, with Susan helping where she could. The butch stooped quickly, her arm sliding behind Susan’s knees and picking her up. She set the smaller girl gently on the cot and settled on top of her.
Susan gasped. Jack’s skin was soft, silky smooth and so warm. Her nipples pressed into the undersides of Susan’s breasts as their lips sought each other’s. Susan moaned into her lover’s mouth, as Jack’s strong fingers traced up her ribcage, skirted her breasts and cupped her face. Jack seemed in no hurry, kissing her deeply and thoroughly, her active tongue seeming to find every contour of Susan’s mouth.
Susan didn’t know what to do with her hands, eventually wrapping them loosely around Jack’s shoulders. Jack was still kissing her, but breaking the deep kisses to nip her lips or lick them. Susan felt like a bottle of champagne, being shaken and shaken, the pressure building inside until the cork had to give.
Suddenly Jack’s lips were gone, and Susan gasped. Before she knew what was happening she felt the dark haired girl licking down her neck, while her strong fingers cupped Susan’s breasts. She arched her back and whimpered as the fingers found her stiff nipples and began to roll them. Jack’s mouth continued past her breasts and down her tummy.
“Oh!” Susan exclaimed, as the butch’s tongue threaded through her pubes and grazed her wet lips. Liquid fire poured through her veins, as Jack’s tongue caressed her lips, pushing between them and circling her clit.
The sensation was too much. Powerful shocks wracked her petite frame with each tug on her nipples, and massive shivers of pleasure shot up her spine with each swipe of Jack’s tongue over her clit. She twisted and writhed, totally lost in sensation, her body beyond her control. Susan’s mind was flooded with waves of stark pleasure, and the sensation building deep within her tightened like a serpent coiling around her spine.
Her hips were undulating, jerking with each swipe of Jack’s silken sandpaper tongue, sending ragged jolts of pleasure that were so intense they were indistinguishable from agony, but the sweetest agony she had ever known. With frightening suddenness, her body convulsed, and she felt an intense spike of heat and pure bliss blossom in her pussy and tear outward, deluging all in its path. She saw red, felt pleasure that was beyond her comprehension, and heard a wailing, keening cry that reverberated around the small cabin.
No time, no coherent stream of thought, just blast upon blast of euphoria. At some point, she realized the groans and cries she was hearing were her own. Her body slowly ceased its thrashing, and she began to get control of her limbs again. She still twitched, and tremors still shot through her at intermittent intervals. She was cold, her skin covered in goosebumps, and Jack was helping her to rise.
“Come on, girl, we’ll have to continue this later,” Jack whispered urgently.
When they sat the big plane down on Hickam Field, they taxied to a remote corner. Fuel trucks pulled up, along with a convoy of armed guards. They didn’t leave the cockpit, and Jack was the only one to communicate with the tower. The hop to Kwajelain was boring, and they slept on the field for a few hours, timing their arrival at Guam to be well after dark. The final hop was made near the plane’s operational ceiling.
Once they landed on Guam, they taxied to a deserted corner of the field and all crews exited the planes. There were ambulances there, and Jack helped Susan into the back of one. As soon as they started trolling, she stood up and shrugged off her Jacket.
“Hurry it up, girls. Get out of those flight suits and into the uniforms you’ll find in the duffels under your seats.”
Susan was embarrassed, but quickly joined the others in the impromptu strip, as the ambulance bounced along. As soon as she was naked, Susan opened the duffle at her feet and stared. Jack grabbed her and pulled her close.
“Hurry up, babe. I picked yours out myself,” the stocky girl said with a grin, and kissed her quickly before beginning to slither into her own uniform.
Onboard the Hospital Ship Mercy, the “nurses” were quarantined in private cabins in the rear part of the ship. As far as the crew knew, they were all nurses who had contracted a rare tropical disease on Okinawa. Jack was watching out the porthole as the dark mass of the island passed away, and the moon broke through the clouds, lighting the waves.
She closed it and turned suddenly, smiling that impish grin that Susan had first seen on the long train ride.
“You look edible,” she said after a long pause.
“I noticed my underwear is a bit… skimpier than everyone else’s,” Susan said, blushing.
“Well, it’s a two-month trip back to Pearl, then on to San Francisco. We’re confined to quarters, and I figured I should do all I could to improve the view.”
She spoke so seriously, so deadpan, that Susan had to wait a moment, unsure if she was serious or not. When she cracked a smile, Susan blushed and lowered her eyes.
“Well, since I went to the trouble, gonna give me a look?”
Susan hesitantly unbuttoned the white uniform, and let it fall to the floor. She was nervous, but Jack’s sharp intake of breath thrilled her. Her breasts were bare and she wore only silk bloomers, with a garter belt and nylons. When she looked up, Jack was coming out of her uniform like it was on fire.
Susan reached up to unpin her hat, but Susan bounded up and caught her hand.
“Keep it on?”