PILOT IN COMMAND -- Ch. 2
Ki finally cums with her pilot, over and over.
Authors note: Special thanks to Lit reader Bill for encouraging me to continue with this story.
If you enjoy chapter two, thank Bill.
Recap:
In chapter one Gus and Ki Meet online and agree to explore entering an 'arrangement' together.
Their first public meeting goes south, however, when Gus realizes Ki's friend Tess is spying on them.
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Driving from the airport to the apartment, Tess stole glances at Ki.
Too quiet
. She was slumped deep in the passenger's seat and deeper in herself. Tess was miserable she'd ever suggested the possibility of an arrangement. Her attempts to get Ki to talk drew little more than facial expressions and mumbles.
Walking into the apartment Tess remembered the envelope she picked up from Gus and Ki's table. Ki left it behind when she rushed to the service counter. Pulling it from her coat pocket, Tess handed it to Ki. "Ahkiiwan" was written on the cover. Ki flopped onto the couch and opened it.
It contained a hand written note that Ki unfolded and read. She started shaking. The shakes became jagged breaths and finally soft sobbing. Ki held out the note. Tess sat. She hugged Ki with one arm and took the note with the other
Ki,
I have been wondering how to show you that I will give you gifts because I want to give you gifts.
Not for any other reason.
I will never give you a gift in return for being with me or doing something with me or in return for anything.
My gifts to you are gifts without expectations.
I am pleased I have the resources to share with you.
I thought what better way to communicate the nature of my gifts than by giving you one today, before either of us even knows if we'll meet again after visiting for an hour?
Please accept this, and all future gifts from me, understanding how they are given.
Gus
Tess realized Ki was also shoving the envelope at her so she took it and looked inside. The envelope contained a number of hundred dollar bills. It looked like maybe 20 bills.
"He was real," Ki said. She cried softly but miserably.
Tess wrapped both arms around Ki and held on as she cried it out. She murmured soothingly and stroked Ki's hair until the sobs gradually lessened. Tess realized it was a future suddenly bereft of this experienced lover that was distressing Ki. It wasn't the money. Ki's financial needs paled in comparison to her sexual needs. Tess wondered how - until that moment - she could have been so unaware of her best friend's real need.
Tess pressed her face against Ki's as she held her. Ki's moist eyelash brushed her cheek. "Shhh," Tess soothed. She stroked Ki's long hair and kissed her forehead. She kissed her wet eyelids and lashes, and her cheeks and nose, and then kissed her on the lips. A gentle kiss that lingered. Ki's arms were wrapped around her.
The kiss found Ki adrift in her fog of despair. Kissing lips softer than a dream. Her kiss back was tentative and searching and she floated into it.
Tess wasn't surprised when Ki's tongue shyly touched her lips. It coaxed and played at them and then slid into her mouth when she opened her lips in response. Their tongues twisted and explored the sweetness of being together in wet embrace. So delicious. So delicately feminine that there was no discernible end to it. At some point their lips no longer touched and they held each other with their eyes. They sighed.
Tess touched Ki's face. "You're beautiful" she breathed. When Ki started to object Tess stopped her by softly pressing a finger to her lips. She sat upright. "I'm going to photograph you. A fashion shoot like the ones I create for my clients. I have enough equipment in my SUV to do it here."
She smiled. "I can't believe we haven't already done this. You're a natural beauty. We could make a 'one photographer - one subject' show together." Ki looked doubtful but Tess pressed on. "Go shower, your hair too, and come back dripping wet. Don't even comb your hair. Later we can think about adding lingerie, or whatever."
Ki didn't move.
"Go!" Tess practically barked at her. "We'll take photos that make your Pilot in Command lose control. I'll get my gear set up. Go!"
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Ki used all the hot water. She luxuriated in the fluid warmth streaming over her. It ran down her back and over her ass cheeks and between them and down her thighs. When she turned to face the showerhead she reveled in water drops hitting her chest and breasts and suddenly sensitive nipples. It ran between her legs. She lathered her pubic bush and wondered again if she'd have to shave it like most women her age.
Finally stepping out of the shower she didn't comb or dry herself. She put on her heavy terry cloth robe and returned to the living room with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She'd seen lots of Tess's stunning work. Her photography was art. Art that people spent considerable sums of money to see themselves in.
Ki wondered how she'd look in Tess's creations and whether they'd kiss again.
Ki's living room was transformed and Tess was in charge of it. Her equipment was spread everywhere. She turned when she heard Ki coming in and strode to her. Taking hold of the belt securing the robe, Tess looked into Ki's eyes and said, "Now you need to let me do my work." She untied the belt and opened the robe. When Ki flinched only slightly Tess praised her. "Good girl." She stepped back and appraised Ki from the top of her wet head to her unpainted toenails. "Beautiful," she gushed, "naturally perfect." She smiled and said, "The pure Indian Maiden from stories -- come to life."
Ki silently struggled with her exposure as she pretended to be comfortable. She gestured at her pubic bush and asked, "Am I going to have to shave?"
"Oh no." Tess replied immediately. "You're the natural maiden." She approached and knelt to examine Ki closely. She lightly touched her black bush. "You don't even trim, do you?" She slid her fingers through the thick curls to fluff them. She nudged Ki slightly to the side so the sunlight streaming through the window illuminated her pubic mound. She warned, "Parts of this will be uncomfortable." She took a spray bottle filled with water and added, "Models are serious when they say they're physically exhausted from shoots." Then she sprayed a mist onto Ki's pubic hair. She sprayed until the hairs were visibly wet in the sunlight and grabbed the camera hanging around her neck and began shooting. She resembled a modern dancer contorting into different positions and shooting from many angles. The shutter clicked hundreds of times.
Pausing, she said, "Now we're going to do all of that again, but this time I want you to move your hips ever so slightly as I shoot. Move your hips and the tops of your legs and your pussy, slowly, in a lewd dance. Seduce. Entice the mate of your choosing with your prized pussy, your rare gem of desire."
Ki almost burst into laughter from Tess's 'over the top' words but regained her composure when she was sprayed again and then surprised herself by moving exactly as Tess asked. She seduced. She lured. She enticed with her sexuality. Her heat and moisture built as the shutter clicked. She worried her arousal would soon be visible, but realized that's exactly what Tess wanted when she stopped shooting long enough to spread Ki's pubes with her fingers. She crafted a temporarily clearer view of Ki's glistening labia. Shutter clicks.
Pausing, Tess slid her finger up and down Ki's aroused slit to coax her lips apart. Her finger was quickly wet. She turned her hand upside down and slid the finger into Ki's pussy. Ki gasped. She curled it to stroke the front of Ki's tight tunnel and g-spot. Ki's breath quickened with her heartbeat. She trembled. Her eyes and pussy opened with the stroking. Tess withdrew her glistening finger and coated Ki's labia with slick pussy fluids. All for the perfect picture. As she adjusted her equipment for the next series of shots, her finger absently wandered to her mouth.
The equipment whirred with shutter clicks.
Tess took thousands of pictures - the beauty of digital photography. Seventy pictures of a shoulder and sixty of shoulder blades or a foot. Pictures of Ki's hands and chest and neck and lips and face. Pictures of her hairline behind her ear. Close-ups as Ki pulled a comb through her hair, glistening with moisture, hanging to the small of her naked back and lit by the sun. Hundreds of her hips and ass and stunning pelvic bones. Pictures of Ki standing, bent over, laying stretched out and curled up. A complete study of the slope and curve of her breasts - from warm, softly focused shots to wet and starkly goose-bumped, from powdered dry to glistening with oil. From shaded in dim light to aglow in sunlight.
