" She, Ayesha, swore she loved and her love fulfilled itself in death and many a mysterious way. Yet it was hard to believe that this passion of hers was more than a spoken part, for how can the star seek the moth although the moth may seek the star? Though the man may worship the goddess, for all her smiles divine, how can the goddess love the man? " ― H. Rider Haggard
Departure
She haunted the Commander's every thought... He was empty inside without her and he fell into a deep despair. Only she held the key to the lock that could free the music in his soul. He worshipped every part of her being and longed to make her the center of every man's attention. There was nothing that he was not willing to do to make her see and feel just how truly beautiful she was...
When she decided to leave it was not because of him, though she wanted him to be a part of the adventure she wanted to take. She left because she wanted to be free and unencumbered from the ties that bound her to him so that she could seek out erotic and dangerous adventures free from any commitment. Her only ties to him would be in the letters she would write to him postmarked from the farthest parts of the world and free from prying eyes. Her letters to him she decided would be filled with so much detail that writing them would help her make sure that she stayed focused on every detail of ever encounter and adventure she intended to enjoy.
The thought of the journey to come frightened and excited her all at once. Her bag was now packed with just the barest of necessities a beautiful woman would need. Passports and visas, shots, books her writing journal and stationary were all she needed. As the lovely goddess, dressed in her semi transparent white sun dress that did little to conceal her incredibly sexy body, boarded the plane to Africa, she was met by a statuesque black stewardess who looked at her lustfully and said...
"Hello Ms. Jacqueline, my name is Lola, and your pleasure and happiness on this journey is my gift to you..." Lola looked exactly like the famous ebony porn star Nyomi Banxx,, while Jaye looked like a shorter version of another famous porn starlet, Darla Crane. "Ebony and Ivory" as they would soon call themselves in the afterglow high above the Atlantic.
"Call me Jaye, it's my pen name, that I use and what everyone knows me as. My middle name is Ayesha." she said to Lola with a nervous smile, for she could feel herself drawn to and her insides becoming moist as the beautiful African woman with the lilting French accent and rare blue sparkling eyes looked deep into her own beautiful bright green eyes.
"Mmmm, lovely name. But you remind me of that English actress from "The Deep". Her name was Jacqueline also, though if I may say, you are much more beautiful and sexy. However, on this airline we never call our passengers by their first name. May I call you 'Lady Jaye?"
However, before she could respond, Lola pressed her firm breasts into hers and grabbed her by the waist. She then whispered in her ear, "Ayesha is the perfect name for a white goddess like you, the one my people in Africa have prophesied will someday return, sire an army, and bring peace, love and understanding to our kingdom of Kukuanaland. You look exactly like the drawings of her in our land's sacred texts the explorer Jane Livingstone-Porter found and returned to England during the Victorian era."
Which of course, Lola knew from her boarding pass and the knowledge she had gained days ago when she saw the flight manifest. After which she then made a series of calls back to her homeland and put in motion a plan for Jaye to be the the canary in coal mine to return her father to the throne.
The suddenness of that moment as their breasts met melted Jaye and her knees felt week as she gazed into Lola's eyes speechless, for her last name was Livingstone-Porter and her great great great grandmother was the sister of that famed lost childless Victorian adventurer. In the cramped plane, the sensation of their breasts pressed into one another and the closeness to each other was electric while they gazed deep into each other's soul, forming an unbreakable bond that now made them eternal soul sisters. However, the moment was broken as more people boarded to the plane and Lola led Jaye by the hand toward the first class section of the mammoth but aging Airbus A380 whose destination, Lubumbashi, was in the deepest and darkest part of Africa.
Jaye's mind was whirling with confusion as she was led by the hand toward the front of the plane near where the cockpit was. Her ticket said economy, but why, how and who had upgraded her? When Lola led her to a private state room, she was shocked to see that the first class room had a large seat made for two people.
Lola then seductively said to her with a mischievous grin, "I hope you don't mind a little company on this flight. You are my only first class passenger and these long 15 hour flight to leave me with many idle hours. I'd love to spend this flight getting to know you." She then winked at Jaye and poured her a flute of Mahala wine and sat down next to her on the luxurious seat that doubled as a bed. The wine had a heady aroma that triggered deep in her a primal urge to want to take this lovely dark woman in her arms and kiss her deep.
However, as she looked deep into Lola's knowing eyes she resisted the urge all the while falling under the African beauty's spell....
As Lola looked deep into Jaye's eyes she said, "Don't drink too much my dear in one gulp. It is meant to be savored, like a long deep and seductive kiss between forbidden lovers."
Jaye could feel her nipples harden underneath her lace bra as she listened to Lola and lost herself in the beautiful black woman's hypnotic eyes. In return Lola's gaze took in the sight of this beautiful red head whom she intended to introduce to the beautiful and erotic wonders of her homeland.
Lola was not just a flight attendant, but also a princess and daughter of the Kingdom of Kukuanaland's exiled king, which is where Jaye's giant plane was ultimately heading. Lola's kingdom, legend said, was once much like that of Wakanda, a remote, peaceful, advanced, prosperous place full of exotic and erotic hidden wonders that she knew no white person, except her legendary aunt, had ever seen or experienced. Yet, now it would be her legacy, as a young and upcoming internet journalist, to meet the powerful warlord who lorded over Lola's homeland, after which she intended to document and expose the handsome and dangerous general's military regime who was using many types of mind control and violence to rule with an iron fist.
After Lola had closed the door of her Private First Class cabin, Jaye lay back in her extremely comfortable first class seat. It was a shame, she thought, that the Commander was not with her to enjoy the flight. However, she pushed away that sad thought and buckled herself in and slowly sipped her wine as she aimlessly scrolled through her phone and tried to push the erotic imagery of Lola out of her mind. Before she knew it however tiredness and the heady effects of the wine overcame her and she was lost in dreams, and not even noticing when the plane taxied to the runway and took of toward the Dark Continent.