Flight Fantasy - Finale
My apologies to my friends in Sydney and the employees and shareholders of Qantas for my errors in spelling in Part 1.
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I awoke slowly that Saturday morning after a long night of passion. Cheryl had been insistent in her desire, not only urging me to take her to higher and higher places of sexual pleasure but in her seeing that I was equally pleased. There was nothing of herself that she held back and she demanded everything from me in return. It was the most incredible sex I have ever had. It was almost as if she thought there would never be another time for us. That thought gave me a strange sense of sorrow so I rolled over to hold her but the bed was empty. It hadn't been so for long. The sheets were still warm and I could smell her scent on the pillow.
I raised my head and looked through the open door into the kitchen. She was standing there, completely nude, making coffee at the counter. Her ass was incredible, two globes of perfection on top of a great set of legs and followed by a long and sculptured back, topped by long flowing black hair down to her waist. I had found, much to my delight, that she likes to wear as little clothing as possible when at home. Suits me just fine. I never tire of looking at her with or without clothes on.
And not only did I find her incredibly beautiful outside, but inside as well. We found it easy to talk about everything, including sharing my life experiences, good and bad. She would sometimes frown at my perspective – especially about women. I had fallen completely, irretrievably and totally for her. Indeed, our last year together had been the most wonderful experience in my life.
During our times together, I had found out she wasn't Eurasian as I had assumed when I met her. She was actually fully Chinese and the spelling of her name had been anglicized – or perhaps Australianized. She told me her father was an influential businessman in Taiwan circles. She said she didn't have much of a relationship with him so I didn't press further for any details. Her mother had died when she was twelve and, because her father was too Teutonic for her, after high school she went to Australia to live with an aunt and to be educated.
I was brought back to the present as she came back into the bedroom carrying two coffee cups. I just loved to watch her breasts bounce as she walked toward me and couldn't help but notice the rippling of her stomach and thighs. She handed me one and, after putting the other on the night table, climbed back into bed. She leaned over and kissed me passionately holding my head between her hands humming or moaning or purring – sometimes it was hard to tell the difference. Whichever, it was an indication of being pleased. I responded with equal enthusiasm and I heard her little growl get louder as our tongues entwined. I opened my eyes when I swore I felt a tear. She was crying.
I broke off the kiss. "What's the matter! What's wrong? Why are you crying."
"I have something to share with you and I'm afraid. I don't wish to hurt you in any way - that is the last thing I want to do. What I have to tell you is not what I want, but it is something I must do."
"Is this about us?"
"Oh God no and I am sorry yes. I mean yes and no. "
I laughed a little which made her frown. "OK, so which is it – yes or no?"
"Both. My father has summoned me home. He has already taken the liberty of notifying Qantas that I was taking a sabbatical for an unknown period of time. That is so like him to assume he can run my life without asking. That also means we probably cannot see each other during my time with him. My father might not understand our feelings – you being Caucasian. It would not be something he might approve of for me – considering his position and beliefs. He is very old fashioned that way."
"I don't care about your father's position or even that he is clearly racially bigoted. I only think what we have is real. Isn't it?"
"Of course it is. I'm madly in love with you. You must know that by now."
"That's the first time you've said so. I love you as well – almost from the beginning, so we'll get through this – and we'll do it together."
She smiled at me and settled into my arms resting her head on my chest. She was sobbing quietly and I stroked her hair in an attempt to calm her. She stroked my chest and twirled the hair with her index finger.
"Why the summons?"
"He didn't say much during his call, but apparently there is a merger in the works between his company and one from the US that will give him a path to retirement."
"Sounds great for him, but why does he need you?"
"My father, as educated as he is, says he does not speak English very well, certainly not well enough to negotiate, and wants me to come and be his personal assistant and translator. He said he needed someone he could trust implicitly that wasn't currently connected to the company. If word of the merger gets out, it could destroy the process before it got started. I was a natural choice because I was his daughter. Since my mother died, and before I worked at Qantas, I would sometimes travel with him in that same role."
"How much time do we have before you have to leave?"
She reached up and touched my cheek. "Just this weekend. I leave for Taipei on Monday morning. So let's make this time count. I know you must be angry, but please understand I cannot refuse him any more than I could refuse you if you asked me to stay." She was crying again and sobbing uncontrollably.
"As much as I would like to ask you to stay, and tell your father to bug off, you must know that I could not put you in that dilemma. It would be hurtful and certainly selfish. Besides we are ultimately going to be together, so this will give you some time to work on your father a little. I understand that you need to do this, that I cannot be a part of it, and I guess I'll cope. I just need to know that you will be coming back to me!"
She looked deep into my eyes with her teary eyes and all of her passion and love were there for me to see.
