One week later, after having endured a week of intense army and jungle survival training, with several Kukuana nursing aides, all of whom were to be assigned to anyone of the several military medical clinics in and around Kukuanaland, Darla and Shelly packed their bags for Kisangani, where Mombassa had decided to send both of them for the first of their planned trips, to the country's army field hospitals, in order to teach soldiers basic medical skills. At the airport, Darla and Shelly boarded the plane pensively, for the memories and erotic sensations of their short time in Kukuanaland still lingered in their minds and loins.
As they made their way to their seats, Darla thought to herself. "Interesting, my erotic experiences began on the plane ride here. I wonder what sort of experiences we can look forward to on this trip?" Darla then began to observe the passengers as they approached their assigned seats. On board the ancient twin engine jet were Africans, Europeans, Asians, and Indians, of which, especially in black Africa, was a rare ethnic smΓΆrgΓ₯sbord. Of particular note to Darla were four muscular black men in business suits, whose hard stares had gotten her attention, until she looked down and saw the size of the bulges in their tight pants. The hard looking muscular black men entered the plane together, but then sat separately, one of whom sat across the aisle from Darla and Shelly.
There were also other passengers who were just as interesting, but in different ways. One of them was a beautiful Indian woman who wore a revealing sari, and whose exotic looks looked particular enticing to Darla. However, unlike most saris, which were designed to hide a woman's form, this one wrapped around the lowest portion of her well toned abdomen, exposing several inches of tawny brown skin beneath her navel. A narrow stretch of cloth connected the bottom of the sari to the top portion, which held a generous bosom while still leaving her shapely shoulders exposed, as the cloth continued around her neck and covered her head. The woman was truly beautiful with her classic Indian features and skin, and a distinctive red mark upon her forehead. When she sat, the portion of the sari that covered her breasts raised somewhat; lifting them higher and revealing some delicate flesh on the underside of the twin globes. As the woman settled into her seat she adjusted herself, and as she buckled herself in, she caught Darla's smoldering stare. As their eyes met, it felt to Darla that both of them shared a mutual lust, as Darla whispered to Shelly "this could be an interesting flight."
The next attractive young woman whom came on board the airplane was a Japanese diplomat named Norika, who wore a formfitting silk Chinese style dress. Although the expensive dress was prudently fastened at her neck, the ornately designed garment quietly emphasized every rising and falling curve of her form. The petite woman's nipples and navel were easily discernible through the soft material, as Darla eyed her while she walked towards them, following the row of buttons that made a path from her neck and down her torso and past her waist, ending at a point on her uppermost thigh, coming even with her crotch. The buttons themselves continued along the length of the dress, which all but dragged the floor; however they were no longer fastened; showing a long, well toned, golden thigh followed by gently muscled calf.
Norika's spiked heels gave her legs the illusion of additional length above her 5'2" height. Darla further noticed that Norika clearly wore nothing underneath the dress, and that, despite the fact that her hair was tied up in a bun, and she wore horn rimmed glasses, she was truly a classic beauty. As Darla watched Norika walk by, she inhaled the woman's intoxicating perfume. The developing moisture in Darla's pussy matched the dryness of her mouth, while the Japanese woman avoided everyone's eyes, especially the four well dressed black men, all of whom visually feasted upon her.
Next to come on board the airplane was a light skinned African woman in a business suit, with a short cropped Afro hairstyle, who strode proudly down the aisle. Unlike the other women on board the flight, the African was very tall, at 6' 2", and possessed an athletic and Amazon goddess-like body, with breasts that were high and full, and swayed strongly under her silk blouse with several buttons open. Like the other women whom had just come on board, Darla noticed that she to wore no bra, as she and Shelly gazed at her chocolate skin, which showed just a thin sheen of perspiration. As the woman moved down the aisle, Darla marveled at the Amazon's well rounded ass with firm cheeks, which were accented by a mini dress just tight enough to emphasize their shape. Watching the Nubian goddess reminded Darla just how much she enjoyed chocolate, as she leaned back in her seat and enjoyed the site of the three women ahead of her, all of whom were each quite an exhibition of the different forms of feminine ethnic sensuality.
However, Darla's musings were quickly interrupted by a soft but husky 'hello'. The familiar voice was that of the stewardess, from the flight Darla and Shelly had, just a week before, taken to Kukuanaland. Both of them smiled broadly at Lulu, as Darla said "What a pleasant coincidence!" said Darla. To which Lulu replied, "We can talk about what you will have later. It is going to be a long flight, as I was just told by the pilot that a storm is brewing over the Congo basin, so we will have to take an extra long detour route, northeast over Kisangani, on our way to Lubumbashi. Now please fasten your seat belts, I don't want you to get away."
Every word Lulu said had just said dripped with sex, as Darla vividly remembered the feel of her mouth and fingers from the ravishment she and the pilots gave her on the flight from Paris nearly a week before. Thanks to the Mahala that continued to boil in her blood, Darla was stimulated once again, as she now hungered for Lulu to lay her hands and lips upon her. Darla then looked over at Shelly and saw the same feeling was being expressed in her best friend's eyes. "I wonder when we should go into the rest room?" Shelly asked with a wicked smile. Darla the said with a mischievous grin of her own that, "I intend to pull her in there myself as soon as I get a chance." It was clear from the look on both of their faces that neither of them had forgotten every vivid and their first sexual encounter with Lulu miles above the African continent.
There were only about 15 people on board the domestic Trans Congo flight, which virtually allowed a private row for everyone. However, some passengers were paired up because they were traveling together, while others opted for solitude, or perhaps privacy in the front part of the nearly empty plane, which contained mostly diplomats, medical professionals, and business people. As Darla looked around the near empty plane, she got the impression that lots of privacy may be needed on this flight, but since they were on an old wide body jet there was more than enough space for she and Shelly to have some fun on the planned three hour journey.
Once in the air, after a nearly one hour delay in getting off the ground, several of the passengers began to move about the cabin, including the four black men, all of whom carried large metallic briefcases, began to reposition themselves. One of the men went to the front of the cabin to get some water; while another took a seat in the forward part of the plane. A third man appeared to go to the rest room at the back, but then changed his mind and just sat next to the Japanese woman. Suddenly, the man getting the water entered the cockpit and closed the door, as the other at the front of the cabin stood, pulled out an Uzi submachine gun from his briefcase, and announced "Please pay attention, we are taking this plane to Goma. If you do not protest or resist, no one will be hurt. I urge you all to remain seated, or else you will suffer the consequences."