This story follows on from my story First Flight and for a full appreciation of the characters I would recommend you read that first. However if you really can't wait.....
A flight crew have returned from the Canary Islands where they had a two night layover
Gavin Phillips, newly qualified pilot, drafted in at the last minute.
Sarah Hardcastle Senior Captain and a bit of a ball buster by reputation
Jason, bi-sexual Purser.
Karen, Tina, Julie, Stewardesses.
Karen sat quietly in Gavin's car on the way home, her mind unsettled. Although she'd told everyone her husband had been called unexpectedly into work, it was not true, she knew exactly where he was, with that blowsy tart of a mistress of his. The affair had been going on for months now, she'd discovered some messages on his phone a while back, but had not confronted him, thinking it was just willy wandering and it would blow over but it hadn't, either that or this was a new one.
Their sex life had been unloving for a long while now, he was always complaining that her work was driving them apart, either away or working unsociable hours, but deep down she thought that both of them knew their marriage had run its course. Still she'd remained loyal to him, she'd not taken up any of the many offers she'd had to share a bed whilst on layovers, not all the stewards were gay, there was always some action to be had.
She'd been sorely tempted by the offer to sleep with Gavin, but didn't really want to be the third spoke in that particular wheel, she knew just how adventurous Julie and Tina could be, and she had always been more the 'meat and two veg' type lover. Not that she was averse to a bit of kink, but not sharing with two others.
So she'd asked Gavin for a lift home, it was true she did actually need one, and as he lived close by it was not an inconvenience. The question running through her mind now was should she take it further. Her husband wouldn't be home for hours yet and there'd be plenty of time. Tina and Julie hadn't stopped gushing about what a good time they'd had and now she wanted some of it for herself.
When he pulled up outside her house, she knew she had to make a decision quickly and suddenly there it was out in the open, she'd asked him inside for a quickie. Quite why she'd used that word she didn't know, she didn't want some quick fuck, she wanted to make love slowly and languorously, to have him explore every part of her body and to feel him inside her. She also realised she knew nothing about him, yes the gossip was that he was single, but perhaps they'd got it wrong.
So when he just sat there and looked at her she felt rather foolish, even more so when she realised that she'd put her hand on his thigh and was practically touching his cock. Then a smile had broken out over his face and he'd replied, "I think I'd like that very much, except....." here it comes she thought, the polite refusal, ".......I'd rather take my time over it." Relief flooded through her and she wondered what she should do next.
He came to her rescue, "Why don't you grab your case and go inside, I'll find somewhere to park the car and come and join you in a minute or two?" She scrambled out of the car, all fingers and thumbs and pulling her case from the boot, opened her front door and went inside. The place looked as though no-one had been there since she'd left two days before, the bed hadn't been slept in, so her husband must have been staying with her. Perhaps this was it, perhaps he'd actually left. No time now to find out, there was a knock on the door and she opened it to see Gavin standing there, he'd taken off his rather obvious pilot's jacket with its gold rings and was just in his shirt. He'd even removed the epaulettes from the shoulders. She let him in without a word and closed the door behind him.
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As befitted a pilot of her rank, Sarah had a privileged car parking space and she found her dark blue BMW easily. She slipped off her jacket and threw her hat onto the back seat, loading her case into the boot. The car started and she listened to the purr of the silky smooth engine. Noises were ingrained into her, anything off key usually spelled trouble and she always had one ear open for anything amiss. She belted up and started the drive home. It wasn't far, she lived in a village about half an hour's drive away, just enough to enjoy the car, and not too far to be an inconvenience. It would be good to be home, the two night layover was a welcome break and she'd had two very enjoyable nights, but there was nothing like your own bed.
Gavin had been a revelation, not only was he a very competent pilot, he'd proved to be an exceptional lover, taking control and bringing her to several very satisfying orgasms. She'd been tempted to ask him into her bed for the second night, but she could see that the two stewardesses were lusting after him as well, and it was good for morale. She giggled at the thought, perhaps the company should introduce mandatory sex on layovers. Mind you it was pretty much obligatory anyway.
So she'd taken Jason into her bed. He professed to be gay, but she knew he enjoyed a good fuck in a pussy as well, but she'd given him a treat and had let him fuck her arse. Gavin's half-hearted attempt at anal had whetted her appetite and Jason was very, very good at back door sex. They'd used plenty of lube but she was still a bit sore, so she'd have to take it easy for a day or so she thought.
The masturbation session in the cockpit was totally out of character, if anyone found out she wouldn't just get the sack, she'd lose her pension and probably find the story splashed across the front pages of the tabloids. Still, Gavin wasn't going to say anything, he'd be in the same boat, and no-one ever listened to the Cockpit Voice Recorder. What was it about young Gavin that she found so attractive?
The thought of the sex she'd had and that glorious wank in the cockpit sent a little twinge down to her pussy and she found herself pushing downwards in her trousers, feeling the tightness against her pussy. Never mind that, focus on the road.
She pulled onto the drive of the cottage where she lived and saw the windows all open, good, that meant her sister with whom she shared the cottage, was home. They were very close and she always missed her when she was away. Her sister, Mary had had a rough ride with a former husband and Sarah had taken her in, finding she actually liked sharing with her, none of the problems of a husband who wanted to control her. Freedom to fuck who she liked without any guilt and still always a warm welcome home.
Speaking of which she saw her sister at the front door and she got out of the car, the two of them meeting in a warm hug and a kiss on the lips. "You look in pain?" questioned Mary, a look of concern on her face.
"It's nothing, just over did it a bit. I'll tell you later. Right now I'm looking forward to getting out of these," she indicated her uniform, "and into the shower."
