A Stella and Margarita story - Sex in the desert sands
Chapter Three -- The 3 Ms.
This is the continuing story of Stella and Margarita. You can read this as a stand-alone story, but just like a piece of a jigsaw puzzle, it will make more sense if you see the whole picture.
This chapter begins on the flight down to Adelaide from Alice Springs in a private RAAF jet.
As always, there is no underage sex as required by Lit policy. But as a reader, you will have to use your imagination.
This is one of three stories that will start to merge with two others, [An Evil Woman and the City of Churches - The OWLS Club] I hope it works out as well on paper as it does in my head.
The plane flew on towards the Edinburgh Air Base just north of the city of Adelaide in South Australia. Bianca returned with refreshments and handed them to both the Matron and the Major, Margarita followed soon afterwards after washing her face and adjusting her attire.
Bianca looked at the Matron and asked, "Permission to speak plainly to the Major, ma'am,"
She nodded and waited, wondering what was on her mind that she needed to get it cleared beforehand. Stella shifted in her seat looking straight into her eyes, a hardened look, no emotion. That was until Margarita returned, then her face lit up and a warm smile brighten the whole situation.
"Major, I just want you to know, in the few minutes I have spent with your Margarita, that you are the luckiest woman in the world. I only hope that I can find my misses as you have found yours. She is one hell of a woman," Any tension that had existed between the two women at that moment, had then evaporated with those simple words.
The Major, leaned back in her seat, looked at Mags, smiled and turned back to the other two and said to them both. "You do know that she is hard enough to handle now without you two giving her more ammo," Margarita, slapped her arm and told her, "I am a pussy cat around you,"
And the Matron chipped in "More like a lioness protecting her cubs if you asked me, you're a strong girl Margarita,"
Margarita blushed.
The girls held hands across the seating and smiled at each other. It was obvious the love they shared.
The pilot announced they should prepare for landing. They each buckled up.
As the plane began to lose speed and height Mags looked at the Matron, "You know Matron, Stella should travel in this style all the time." The Matron smiled back at her.
"You know Margarita this is the Prime Minister's plane, so it isn't always available for running Stella around," The sarcasm wasn't lost on them all, but Mags still had a stunned look on her face, it was priceless.
The plane slowly descended and touched down quietly and smoothly, taxied to a hanger and was guided into it. The giant doors were closed behind it before the cabin door was opened. They all walked down the steps into an almost empty hanger, a military police vehicle was available for them and the Matron asked them to wait.
"All right you two, we have marriage quarters for you, go and get some rest and I will give you a call around lunchtime for a chat,"
The girls got into the white standard Military Police vehicle and were driven off. The Matron turned to Bianca and smiled at her, "Our quarters are side by side there is a connecting door. I think you should use it tonight," It was more a command than a request. When she was certain there was no one about, she took the younger big bosomed blonde woman in her arms, kissed her and took a large ornate leather collar from her handbag, she put a finger under her chin and lifted her head. She put the collar on her and instructed her to turn around. She did as she was told and the Matron did the collar up but not tightly, but it was a snug fit.
"Good Girl, now give me your knickers," she told her submissive partner.
Bianca raised her skirt and without hesitation started to take her knickers off, revealing the blonde hair on her mound. The Matron was smiling as she was handed her knickers, she took them to her nose and was not at all surprised by the scent attached to them, "moist too I see,"
"Yes Mistress," Was all she said and would be all she would say until told otherwise.
The marriage quarters were adequate for purposes. The first thing Mags did was check the kitchen for food, the fridge for butter, milk and eggs, and the breadbasket for fresh loaves, all of which were there. While Stella checked the bedroom and bathroom, both were fully catered, somehow someone knew what size they both were. The clothes for Mags consisted of several jogging outfits and many casual day wear, nothing was set aside for nightwear. All of the underwear was new even the bras for Margarita, Stella smiled, and she loves to see Mags getting into and out of a bra. An item of clothing she hardly wears.
Stella stripped off and climbed into bed, putting her bedside lamp on. She heard a car pull up outside. She thought about getting out of bed to check who it was but knew that it was the MP's changing shifts. Mags shouted from the kitchen, "Do you want anything before bed babe?"
"Just you," came the reply.
"Oh, yes please," Mags said and started turning off the lights that Stella had left on everywhere. By the time she got to the bedroom, Stella was snoring. She smiled down at her love and so wanted to wake her but knew Stell wouldn't appreciate it. So she stripped down to her knickers and climbed into bed, throwing an arm over her more mature lover and snuggling into her. She too quickly fell asleep.
They were woken by the sound of an aircraft landing on their roof, or so they thought. "What the hell," said Mags. Stella rolled over and cuddled into her, "It's an air force base, what did you think they did here?" She only half asked, not really wanting it to be answered.
"I was hoping they would do the 9 to 5 thing," She answered and squeezed a boob, pinching a nipple.
"This is the Military sweetie, we do 24/7. Leave me be until I am wide awake," Stella asked.
"Nope," came the reply as Margarita rolled on top of her and kissed her.
"Babe, can I at least go to the loo first?"
