Note: This is the FINAL part of THE CHECKRIDE
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The first part of this story was from Wanda's perspective. This second part will be from Lydia's point of view.
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The relationship I thought that was going to change my life, never blossomed. Nora came back into Wanda's life, they seemed like a perfect couple. I was hurt, but Wanda had been honest to a fault with me, and told me about it from the start even when we were together. Although I totally understood, I was lonely and very frustrated sexually. I dreamt about them together, schemed on how to win her back, but it was hopeless. Any sort of thing Wanda and I had was superficial compared to what she was creating now with Nora. I fantasized about at least a dozen former lovers tying me up and making me their love slaves, until I would fall into a deep sleep. Dreams of all types filled my mind, mixed with images of the cockpit and my flying experiences.
I was in the right seat as first officer of another type of aircraft, we were ascending to our cruising altitude and I was monitoring the radio to get our new heading from the ATC when I looked up and the plane was going higher than I had ever experienced, my heart raced as I checked the gauges, the altitude was exceeding the recommended ceiling for any commercial jet aircraft! We were heading into the stratosphere where the air is exceedingly thin and oxygen sparse. Our fuel mixture would have to be adjusted but there were still loads of clouds, how strange! Then it hit me, I was dreaming! I wasn't in control for a change. When you're in the right seat you only fly when the captain allows you to, and I was no longer a captain, but it felt strange, when I looked over to see who was commanding the plane it was Wanda and she was completely naked. I watched as her lovely boobs bounced as the plane ascended through turbulence, her fine dark skin shimmering in the brilliant light. She appeared the same as when I 'd seen her last. She looked over at me and just smiled, then the engines quit and I awoke in a cold sweat. How very strange!
I stayed awake, got up and looked at my computer for awhile. I perused the Tumblr sites that I enjoy watching. Lovely young lesbians, mostly European women posing with their girlfriends. I thought back about how many times I had always wanted to dominate another woman, and how a budding relationship would almost always fall apart. I pondered the situations, one by one, was it due to my need for ultimate control? I felt my needs and desires changing. I contemplated images of being submissive and having another woman tie me down and make me her love slave for a while. I searched archives of my favorite porn site for lesbian domination videos and got myself off by identifying with the submissive. That night would become a pivotal point of change in my sexual life for the next few months.
After a long week of flying, I ended up in Costa Rica and in need of a real massage. Darla, a very attractive Latina flight attendant I'd befriended, told me about a friend of hers who practiced massage near by. Darla's about 25 and has always been outgoing and friendly to me. I've always wanted to hit on her, but the thought of having a possible romantic or even just a casual sexual connection with another crew member is not a good thing when you're in my position. Nevertheless, I couldn't stop fantasizing about how wondrous her warm skin would feel next to mine. If I found out she transferred to another carrier, I would be the first to call her and ask her out. Darla implored me to check out her friend Marissa who she highly recommended as an expert physical therapist who could also gave a great massage. I went back to my hotel and got out of the uniform and made an appointment for later that evening. Marissa told me she'd trained as a physical therapist who also specialized in massaging professional women. She asked me to take a pic of myself and send it for the security cam in her apartment . I thought that was an odd request and when I snapped the pic I realized I wasn't wearing a bra and my 38DDs were making quite the statement through the thin cotton fabric. I guess it was a conscious decision, and I hoped it would pay off later.
The taxi dropped me off in this upscale neighborhood but the address she gave me was in an older building above an all night music club. Marissa buzzed me in quickly and I walked up the two flights to her apartment. I wore a snug fitting pair of jeans and sleeveless cotton top, without a bra. It was still hot despite the night breezes and I always enjoy showing off my breasts when I m not working.
I knocked and a very attractive woman in her mid 40's opened it. She wore a crop, dark grey danskin and a tank top which accentuated her firm, yet curvaceous shoulders and biceps. Her dark brunette hair fell nicely over her shoulders and she had the body of woman who worked out regularly and took very good care of her body.
"Lydia?"
"Yes, you must be Marissa?"
"Of course, please come in, would you enjoy something to drink first?"
Marissa had her table set up in the living room of her spartan apartment, graced with all sorts of different art on the walls and small sculptures. The scent of burning sage permeated the air. Marissa had some spicy erotic art and photography scattered around the walls of her apartment. Some nude men with women, some women with other women, a good mix of stylized erotic photography and contemporary art.
"I took her up on her offer for some tea and we chatted for a bit as she asked me what I did for a living.
"You must have much tension in your shoulders and hips, I can help you with that," She seemed so confident and focused. We chatted about Costa Rica and her native land, Columbia.
"Too many people in my native land are oppressed by the drug industry there. I had to leave and find something better for myself. I have a grown daughter already. I'm forty two and am still seeking some peace and serenity in my life," Marissa confided. She couldn't find the courage to tell me about her transgendered daughter who was out with her girlfriends for a few days.
I've never met a pilot nor had one as a client on my table, but I'm sure your lifestyle has you on the move so much, its tough to eat correctly and work out too, am I wrong?"
"Yes, you're very astute Marissa, I don't get enough time to work out but I do try to do a regular stretch routine every day."
Marissa suggested that I lay take off my jeans first anyway for the massage and adjustment, and motioned me to lay down on her exercise mat so she could show me some good stretches to do before going to work. I was only wearing my black thong and still had on my yellow sleeveless top.
She had me do some isometrics which would help my abdomen and legs.
"You have a wonderful body, Lydia. I'm sure you've been doing things to keep it in shape,"
"When I can find the time," I countered.
She placed her hand on by bare thigh and caressed my leg as she guided it to the correct position for the exercise.
Her hand felt so warm and firm. I felt my sexual desire increase rapidly as she manipulated my arms for another set of things to do before I went out everyday. Her hand lingered on the inside of my arm, brushing against my breast. I'm certain she knew she was arousing me.
"Ok now stand up and please take off top and show me those lovely breasts!"
"Sure,"
I was relieved to finally show her my natural 38DDs. I pulled off the top revealing them and couldn't help notice how wide Marissa's eyes lit up when she took them in. I kept my thong on and got on my back again to show her the routine I did every morning.
Marissa knelt next to me and gently suggested some alterations in my exercise. Then she showed me a good yoga pose and I followed along watching her flex her lovely body. Her curves and firm body were a true gift to watch as she stretched and breathed into the stretch. She had such a firm ass. I was so jealous, and her leg muscles were really beautifully formed. She was not overly muscular and yet enough mass beyond visually appealing to very erotic.
"Thats good Lydia, if you could do some swimming it would also help. You are a very attractive woman Lydia, and I'm sure men are all around you asking you for dates!" Somehow I knew she picked up that I could care less about what men thought of me, but since we'd just met, she didn't want to scare me by coming on strong.
"You're very kind Marissa," I left it at that, hoping we'd get a bit more physical, but also not assuming anything was going to happen, to get my hopes up, besides a massage.
"Ok, so get on your back on my table, and Im going to do some basic structural corrections first. I also believe in giving all my clients a full body massage which will take over an hour, so is that ok for you now?
"Oh sure, I don't have any plans,"
