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New York, Wednesday 24th April 1974.
After a severe winter the spring had set in. Sun rays bathed the Central Park in New York. Birds chirped happily. Senior citizens greeted each other, happy to have survived the cold weather. Children played noisily while their mothers gossiped. It seemed that the world was at peace with itself but not everyone was happy.
Mr. Graham Hussley, Chief Editor of The Crime Watch, was a worried man. He looked out from his office window, which overlooked the Central Park, but he didn't see the scene below as his mind was wrestling with an important problem. He had called his Senior Crime Editor, Mr. James Rally, to discuss it.
Mr. Hussley was short, tubby with a receding hairline. He had the habit of biting his nails when he was worried. He could be very nice and pleasant but he had successfully hidden this part of his character from his staff except from Mr. James Rally with whom he went out for a drink once a week.
"Good afternoon, Graham," James Rally said entering the small cabin.
"Good afternoon, Jim," Mr. Hussley responded gruffly.
Mr. James Rally unlike Mr. Hussley was tall and slim with a pleasant smile and graying sideburns.
"What's eating you?" James Rally asked sitting down.
"I'll tell you," Mr. Hussley replied walking back to his desk and sitting down.
"Jim, our circulation is going down day by day. If something is not done about it immediately then we'll soon lose our jobs," Mr. Hussley said dramatically.
His statement had the desired effect. "Is it that bad?" Jim asked shocked.
"Yes, it couldn't have been worse," Mr. Hussley said attacking his nail afresh.
"What can we do about it?" Jim Rally said.
"People buy our paper to read about the crime in the city," Mr. Hussley said, "Apparently we are not doing our job."
"Graham, my boys report only those crimes which are committed," Jim said, "We can't manufacture them, can we?"
"Of course not," Mr. Hussley said getting to his feet, "but we must do something. Think, Jim, think."
Jim Rally sat thinking, his eyebrows knitted in deep thought, while Mr. Hussley walked nervously up and down the length of his small cubicle. "I suggest we call in Mary Pullman," Jim said, "Sometimes she comes up with good ideas."
"Call anyone you like," Mr. Hussley growled, "but I want results and quickly."
Jim got up and sticking his head out of the door and yelled, "MAAARRRY."
Few minutes later Mary Pullman walked in. "Good morning, sir," she said greeting Mr. Hussley.
"Good morning, Mary," Mr. Hussley replied gruffly.
Mary Pullman was not a beauty. She was charming with a sunny smile. She stood 5' 7" in her nylons, slim with an attractive figure and shoulder length light brown hair. She was no spring chicken. At thirty five she had been a crime reporter for fifteen years out of which she had spent the last ten years on the rolls of The Crime Watch.
"Boss, you yelled," Mary said smiling good naturedly at Jim Rally. Jim looked at Mr. Hussley, who waved his hand to go ahead.
"Mary, the circulation of the paper is going down. We have been brainstorming as to what can we do to make the paper more interesting," Jim Rally said, "Any ideas?"
"Yes sir, I've several of them," Mary said after thinking for a while, "One of them is that we could take up an unsolved crime which had generated a lot of interest in it's time."
"What good would it do for us?" Mr. Hussley asked.
"Sir, we could write about it and jolt the memory of the public. We could remind the police that the public is watching their performance. We could write about any love angle, its investigations etc. etc.," Mary said.
"Hmmm, not bad," Mr. Hussley said, "What do you say, Jim?"
"A prize winning idea," Jim said enthusiastically, "Mary, have you any such crime in mind?"
"As a matter of fact I have," Mary chuckled, "Only yesterday I was browsing through unsolved crimes in the archives. I found the hijacking of Flight WAC 1403A very interesting."
"I think the New Orleans murders or the serial rapist of Frisco would be more interesting," Jim said and grinning added, "Nowadays the public goes gaga over the sex angle."
"Those crimes are quite recent. People would still remember the details," Mr. Hussley said, "Murders and rapes are order of the day but not hijacking."
"I was visiting my ailing mother when the hijacking took place but I seem to recall that the police had arrested all six or seven persons involved in it," Jim said.
"No Jim, if my memory serves me correctly," Mr. Hussley said, "Not all persons involved could be apprehended."
"You are right, sir, the Washington Post had several times hinted that the kingpin is still at large," Mary said.
"Come on Mary, you know that is an old ploy to sell the paper," Jim chuckled chiding Mary.
"No Jim, we all may do it but not the Post. There must be some truth in it," Mr. Hussley said.
"Sir, we could interview these witnesses again," Mary said excitedly, "Maybe we'll come up with something that the police overlooked.
"Oh an exclusive for our paper," Mr. Hussley said dreamily counting his chicken before they were hatched...
"Graham, think about the expense," Jim said, "We can't have a team flying all round the globe interviewing people. It could run into thousands of dollars."
"Mary, Jim has a point there," Mr. Hussley said coming down to earth, "we don't have that kind of money."
"No, it won't cost that much. I've given it a lot of thought," Mary said, "The flight originated in New York. Therefore we can safely assume that sixty to seventy percent of the passengers were residents of America. We could interrogate them at minimal expense."
"Mary is right," Mr. Hussley said, "It is decided that our first project will be the hijacking of Flight WAC 1403A. We'll call it 'Save Crime Watch' project."
"Sir, there is one problem," Mary said.
"What is it?" Mr. Hussley asked.
"We might have trouble with CIA, the investigating agency in this case," Mary said.
"Don't worry, I know a few guys in Langley," Mr. Hussley said, "Do you know who was in charge?"
"Agent Greg Bradley," Mary said.
"I know Greg very well," Mr. Hussley said, "He'll cooperate as long as we keep him informed. All right, Jim, go ahead. You're in charge of the project."
Washington, Wednesday 30th October 1963.
"Oh darling, I am terribly sorry to have kept you waiting," Susan Higgins said apologizing as she kissed the man waiting for her in a booth of a bar and slipped into a chair behind the table, "My boss wanted me to finish something important that came up late in the afternoon."
"That's all right. I was not alone. Mr. Whisky was keeping me company," the man chuckled pointing to his drink, "Susan, what's your poison?"
"What are you drinking? Whisky on the rocks ... I'll have the same please," Susan said patting her blonde hair in place, "God knows I need it."
Susan was a typical blonde, beautiful but not overly intelligent. She was thirty seven, 5' 6" tall with sea green eyes. Her legs were lean and long, her ass high and hard. She had an hour glass figure with big firm breasts.
The waiter brought her drink and taking a large sip, Susan said, "Darling, how are you? I haven't seen you in months."
"I have been very busy," he said, "I missed you. How have you been?"
Susan started talking. Giving him details of all that had happened to her since they had met last. He listened to her attentively and encouraging her with monosyllables.
After dinner they walked arm in arm to Susan's apartment. They had a nightcap and went to bed. The man took Susan in his arms and while kissing her passionately, undressed her. When she was naked he climbed on top of her.
"Oh darling," she moaned as his hard shaft penetrated the wetness of her soft pussy.
He began thrusting his hard shaft in and out in a rhythmic pattern. Soon her hips were moving in rhythm of his strokes. He continued to drill her hot pussy and licked and suckled both her heaving tits as she humped from beneath.
He was about to come. He stroked her pussy faster and faster. Then with a loud grunt he pushed his hardness deep inside her and began pouring his life giving seed at the mouth of her womb. This triggered off her orgasm.
"OH MY DAAAARRRRRLINNNNNGGGGGggg," she yelled, bucking wildly, as she drenched his man root with her love juices.
Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. When the kiss broke he rolled off her.
"Oh darling, it was wonderful," she moaned.
He lit two cigarettes and gave one to Susan.
"Darling, what was the flap in your office about?" the man asked casually.
"Hughes Aircraft wanted the Agency to ship anti tank missiles to Germany and Japan for field testing," Susan replied drawing on her cigarette.
"Anti tank missiles, what is new about them? The army has been using them for years," the man replied.
"I don't know the details but Hughes called them 'Prototype 'A' production' of tube launched, optically tracked, wire-guided missiles. They wanted it done in a hurry as they had developed them at a huge cost," Susan replied.
"What was the urgency?" the man asked kissing Susan's ample breasts.
"My boss said that some bloody bureaucrat in the ministry had been sitting on the file too long. The army is clamoring for the new anti tank missiles. There is going to be an inquiry to pin point the delay and he didn't want anyone pointing a finger at us," Susan explained.
"And you were able to send this "precious" cargo," the man laughed.
"Yes dear," Susan chuckled, "We rang up our shipping agents. The earliest they could ship this "precious" cargo was on World Airways and Charters," Susan said.
"TOW or whatever you call it may be "precious" to Hughes Aircraft and your boss but you are more precious to me than all the gold in Fort Knox," he said hugging her.
"Oh darling, you say the cutest of things. Come to mama and let her take the starch out of your stiffness," Susan giggled spreading her legs.
In the morning they made love again. When the man was leaving, he asked casually, "Susan, on which flight did you say the cargo was booked?"
"Flight WAC 1403A on 9th December," she replied, "Darling, when will I see you again?"
"May be next Saturday but I'll call you to confirm," he said kissing her good bye.
New York, Monday 4th November 1963.
"May I speak with Col. Mokolov," he said.
"Who is on the line?" the telephone operator enquired in English.
"My name is Sparrow," he said.
"Hold on please," the operator said. Few minutes later Col. Mokolov of the KGB came on the line.
"Yes, Sparrow," he said.
"Good morning sir, it is Sparrow here," he said.
"Yes, yes," Col. Mokolov said impatiently, "What news do you have for me?"
"Sir, are you interested in tube launched, optically tracked, wire guided anti tank missile?" he said.
"You are slipping. That is old stuff," Col. Mokolov asked.
"No sir. It is a new development. The TOW missiles are still in their Prototype 'A' production stage ready for field testing," Sparrow replied.
"How much," Col Mokolov asked.
"Ten million US dollars ... cash," he said.
"Too much," Col. Mokolov stated.
"It isn't sir. I'll have to hijack the plane carrying the shipment for that I'll require help," Sparrow replied.
"Hmmm, I see, payment terms?" Col. Mokolov enquired.
"One million advance and balance on delivery," Sparrow said.
There was no reply. "Sir, are you still on the line?" Sparrow asked.
"Yes, yes," Col. Mokolov said, "When will you deliver the goods?"
"Before Christmas this year, Sir, one more thing," Sparrow said.
"Of course, as is always," Col. Mokolov asked sarcastically.
"Sir, no harm should come to my men, the passengers and the crew of the aircraft," Sparrow said,
"You Americans are all heart," Col. Mokolov laughed cynically, "Call me tomorrow at the same time."
Russia had recently suffered humiliation at the hands of America in the Cuba blockade matter and KGB required something to counter it. The goodwill Russia could earn by rescuing hundreds of passenger, majority of them were bound to be Americans, from the clutches of the hijackers and returning the aircraft to the U.S. as a goodwill gesture was worth more than the ten million dollars.
Next day Sparrow contacted Col. Mokolov again.
"Okay, I'll take it," Col. Mokolov confirmed, "You'll receive one million in the next few days."
"Rest on delivery," Sparrow said.
"Yes, rest on delivery," Col. Mokolov confirmed.
"Merry Christmas, Col. Mokolov," Sparrow said.
"Merry Christmas," Col. Mokolov said laughing loudly.
Somewhere on the outskirts of New York, Sunday 8TH December 1963.
Seven persons had assembled in room 312 of a seedy hotel in the outskirts of New York. Two of them lived in America and the other five had reached America by different routes and on different dates. They were staying in separate hotels. They were from varied background with one thing in common i.e. they were prepared to do anything for money.
They were Peter Ivanovic, a professional criminal, Joe Roach a pilot who liked blondes, Thomas Leighton, a gay British Professor, Asif Hussain and Ali Mohammed, two petty criminals from Egypt and Miss Helga Zolner and her boy friend, Karl Herman, of West Germany.
Their leader, Peter Ivanovic, forty five years old, had arrived from Madrid. He was born of a German mother and a Yugoslav father. He had started his criminal career at the tender age of fifteen by taking part in an armed robbery led by his own father. Since then he had tried his hand at various crimes and spent nearly half his life in different prisons of Europe.
Joe Roach, forty, lived in San Francisco. He was a 6' 2" tall, broad shouldered, muscularly built black American. He was an expert pilot and could fly any plane. He was an ex pilot of Pan Universal Airways.
Ten years ago he had landed an aircraft with 106 passengers and six crew members on board in very difficult cyclonic weather conditions and became a national hero overnight. The Media nominated him for the "Pilot of the Year" award for two consecutive years.
His weakness was women, blondes in particular. Nearly three years ago Sabrina Kelly, a natural blonde with sea blue eyes, joined his crew. One evening he arrived unannounced at her apartment.
During the visit he suddenly unzipped his fly and taking out his massive erection said, "Sabrina, have dinner with me and I'll let you have this for dessert."
Sabrina screamed. The neighbors, hearing the blood curdling scream, called the police. Joe was arrested.
During the trial an onlooker commented to Joe's colleague, "He must be mad to expose himself like that."
"Maybe but I hear he has screwed nearly all the hostesses who have worked with him by this direct approach," the colleague chuckled.
"Really, I still think it was sheer madness," insisted the onlooker.
"I would say that he was unlucky," Joe's colleague said.
"Why do you say this?" the onlooker asked.
"This was not the first time he did this. Two hostesses had complained earlier to the Company. The Company didn't want to lose a good pilot. So they made Joe apologize and persuaded the hostesses to withdraw their complaints. This case would have gone the same way if the neighbors had not called the police so promptly," the colleague responded.
The judge found Joe guilty and sent him to prison. The Company fired him. When he was released from jail he tried to get a job as a pilot but no Company was willing to employ a pilot with a criminal record.
One morning in November Joe received a phone call.
"Joe, do you want to earn half a million dollars?" Peter Ivanovic asked.
"Maan, do I get to fly?" Joe asked.
"Yes, but it is very dangerous," Peter said.
"I don't care as long as it involves flying," Joe said.
"If we fail you could be jailed for umpteen years," Peter said.
"I told ya maan if it is a flying job, I'm in," Joe said.
"Okay, I'll call you later with more details," Peter said.
"Hey man, what's the job?" Joe probed.
"I can't tell you now but rest assured it is a flying job. You'll be receiving an advance in few days. Be ready to leave town anytime," Peter said and the line went dead.
Both Ali Mohammed and Asif Hussain around thirty years of age flew in from Salzburg, Austria. They were partners since they had met in a Cairo lock up at the age of fifteen.
Ali was the fifth of the ten children spawned by his parents. The parents were too busy earning money to feed and clothe their family to pay attention to individual child. Ali dropped out of school at the age of ten and took to the streets. Soon he was an expert pick pocket. His primary target was tourists.
At the age of fifteen the police nabbed him and threw him in jail. There he met Asif Hussain. Asif's background was similar to Ali's. They became fast friends. On release they worked together.
They often dreamt about going to Europe, where they had read, women were easy and wine flowed like water. They had their passports ready waiting for a chance to travel. Then their chance came.
One evening ten years ago on their way home they saw a young foreign girl standing alone by the roadside.
"You lost," Ali asked in broken English. The girl did not reply and looked away.
"Miss," Asif repeated what Ali had said, "You lost."
"No, go away and do not bother me," she replied snootily, "I am waiting for my parents."
They looked at each other. It was dark. No one was in sight. Asif grabbed her from behind and placing his hand over her mouth, pinched her nose with his thumb and forefinger till she lost consciousness. Ali threw a gunny sack over the unconscious girl and carried her to their room.
They lived in a ten feet by ten feet room with a large closet and a small toilet. There was a tap in one corner; kerosene stove with two dirty enamel plates and few cooking utensils in another corner and a mattress in the third corner. Stale smell from their last meal hung in the air.
The girl was still unconscious.
They tied her hands and stuffed a dirty smelling sock in her mouth. They undressed her and when she regained consciousness they raped her virgin body. They ravished her in all conceivable ways several times that night. In the morning they tied her hands behind her back and after stuffing a dirty sock in her mouth they locked her naked in the closet.
"We call your parents," Asif told her in broken English, "You be comfortable here. We be back soon."
They made a beeline for the docks. Their luck was in. The freighter "Bonnie Lass" was anchored on dock number six. They knew Captain Angus Mcgee very well. They had been drinking partners on many occasions.
"Bonnie Lass" was their escape route. After hard bargaining Captain Mcgee agreed to take them to Naples, to smuggle them on land and write an introductory letter to Mario, a master forger, from whom they could procure a visa and a work permit, for five thousand American dollars each. It was daylight robbery but they had no choice and the deal was struck.
"I weigh anchor at six p.m. on Saturday," Skipper Mcgee warned, "Be here in time otherwise will I sail without you."
"We'll be here," Ali said and they left.
Then Asif and Ali phoned the girl's parents. They demanded fifty thousand American dollars in used notes of small denomination by noon on Saturday. Her parents agreed to pay. They hung up after threatening the parents that if they went to the police then their daughter will be returned t them piece by piece.
They bought some food and returned to their room.
"We have asked for fifty thousand dollars," Ali said giving the girl bread and thick soup.
The girl was famished and gulped down her food. "My parents will pay," the girl said confidently with her mouth full.
"They better otherwise you'll have to earn it for us by whoring for the rest of your life," Asif chuckled.
Till Saturday noon they did nothing but eat, sleep and screw the hapless girl. On Saturday they locked her in the closet again.
"We let you know where to find her after we have checked the money," Asif told her father after taking delivery of the money at the appointed time and place. They returned with the money to their room. The money was in order. They banged the girl till five and then locked her in the closet again.
"Good bye, thank you for a good time," Ali laughed, "Don't worry they'll find you. I'll place this note reading "she in here" on the closet door."
Shortly before the clock struck six they telephoned the girl's parents from the docks telling them where to find their daughter and boarded the freighter. By the time the parents and the police found the girl "Bonnie Lass" was steaming westward in international waters.
After procuring their visa and work permit from Mario they celebrated. For fifteen days they drank and visited prostitutes. Then they returned to their old work of stealing from tourists. They worked in Naples for two years before shifting to Rome.
Couple of years later they met Peter Ivanovic in Rome's prison. There was a fight and Peter Ivanovic saved their lives.
"Sir, we are very grateful to you for saving our lives," Asif had said with folded hands.
"Our worthless lives belong to you," Ali had said, "Please call us if we can be of any service to you."
Since then they had kept in touch with Peter Ivanovic.
Ten days ago Peter called them, "I require help in a job. Can I count on you?"
"Yes, we are in," they said.
"Don't you want to know what the job is? What is your share going to be etc.?" Peter asked.
"No, you saved our neck once. This life belongs to you," they said.
"It is very dangerous. If we succeed then you get half a million dollars each and if we fail then a long stretch in jail," Peter said.
"Money is no consideration. You need us we are ready," they said.
"I'll be sending some money for expenses with instructions. Be ready to leave on short notice," Peter said
Thomas Leighton, around fifty, was an Englishman. His father worked in the British Embassy in Moscow for nearly ten years. Thomas finished his schooling there and joined the Moscow University. When his father was posted back to England he stayed back to complete the course of Russian language at Moscow University. On his return to England he found a job in the School of Languages in Liverpool but the pay was not good. He changed several jobs but was not satisfied.
One day he received a letter from a friend telling him that School of Languages, University of Maryland, U.S.A. required someone to teach the Russian language. After some correspondence Thomas landed the job and relocated to the States.
Everything was fine till one day, on a tip off, the police raided his apartment. They found young Harry Wilkinson with his pants down inside Thomas's apartment and Thomas's stiff tool inside young Harry's backside.
Harry was the only son of a local politician. Mr. Wilkinson put all his weight and resources behind Thomas's prosecution. Thomas went to jail and on his release he shifted to New Orleans.
"Mr. Leighton, you don't know me but you have been highly recommended to me by someone," Peter Ivanovic said on phone, "Are you interested in earning half a million dollars?"
"Who isn't?" Thomas laughed.
"If we fail then you can look forward to a long stretch in jail," Peter said.
"I enjoy prison life," he chuckled.
"You'll be paid half a million for the job," Peter said, "I'll be sending money for expenses and instructions in a few days."
Helga Zolner was born in Dortmund, West Germany. She was not overly pretty but had a pleasant face. She had thick brown hair that fell past her shoulders. She was around thirty years of age and about 5'6" tall. What she lacked in beauty she made it up in brains and guts. Even as child she had a criminal bend of mind
One afternoon she allowed her neighbor, Herr Helmut Halter, a fifty year old widower, to seduce her. She enjoyed what he did.
When she was leaving, she said, dropping a few crocodile tears, "Herr Halter, soll ich meine mutti erzaehlen was Sie mit mir getan haben? (Herr Halter, shall I tell my mother what you did with me?)"
"Nein, bestimmt nicht. Lass es unseres Geheimnis sein (No, definitely not. Let it be our secret)," Herr Halter begged pressing couple of ten mark notes in her hand, "Kauf dir Eis oder Schokolade (Buy yourself ice cream or chocolate)."
"Danke schoen, ich werde meine mutti nichts sagen (Thank you, I won't tell my mother)," she said.
"Gutes maedel. Komm wieder, ich werde dir mehr geld geben (Good girl. Come again, I'll give you more money)," Herr Halter said kissing her.
Helga did not spend the money but hid it in a shoe box in her cupboard. In the next few weeks she seduced two more of her neighbors. Then she started milking them systematically. Helga was not greedy. She made reasonable demands which they paid happily in exchange of services rendered by her.
Three years later she took all her money and without telling anyone left home for Hamburg where she planned to stow away on a ship to a place far away from home but in Hamburg she met Herr Manfred Schneider.
She liked him and in matter of days moved into his flat. Manfred was a non conformist. He was willing to lay down his life for a cause if he believed in it. There were many causes he felt very strongly about like the atomic bomb, Jews, Communism etc. to name a few.
He traveled with Helga all over Europe giving speeches, leading rallies and holding demonstrations. Couple of years later a peaceful rally in Lisbon turned violent and the police opened fire. Manfred was among the twenty seven activists killed.
Helga returned to Hamburg. Some years later she joined the Hamburg arm of a militant outfit. Peter Ivanovic was second in command of this arm. She slept with Peter and he recommended her for higher training. She became an expert in unarmed combat and a crack shot with small arms.
The Hamburg arm of the group was on stand by. After two years of inactivity Helga got bored and left it.
Six months later she met Karl Herman in a pub. Karl Herman was the only son of his parents. He was twenty four years old and studying at the Hamburg Universitaet. His professors once told his parents that Karl was a 'Summa cum Laude' student.
Helga and Karl were attracted to each other like the opposite poles of a magnet. After couple of beers Helga took Karl to her flat. They emerged three days later.
Karl was very enamored by Helga. Gradually he stopped attending classes. His parents and well wishers tried their best to bring him back on track but Karl was adamant and continued to follow Helga around. Helga was equally smitten by Karl. She went out of way to fulfill his every wish.
One morning she received a call from Peter Ivanovic.
"Helga, I would like you to join me on a job," Peter said.
"How much will you pay?" Helga asked in her usual forthright manner.
"Half a million dollars," Peter said. Helga whistled.
"American?" she asked.
"Yes plus reasonable expenses," Peter laughed.
"Alright but only if you take my partner also," she said. Peter kept quiet. After a minute Helga said, "Hello ... Peter are you still on the line?"
"Yes," Peter said, "Can your partner handle a gun?"
"He is a better shot than me," Helga laughed.
"Okay, be prepared to travel to America. I'll wire the money soon," Peter said.
"Peter, how much will my partner be paid?" Helga persisted.
"Same as you," Peter said and hung up.
"ENDLICH (AT LAST)," Helga shouted replacing the receiver. Karl looked up from the book he was reading and raised an eyebrow.
"Schatz, wir werden bald sehr reich sein (Darling, we will be very rich soon)," Helga said with a broad smile.
Karl smiled and returned to his book.
"Welcome to the United States of America. I trust you all had a good flight," Peter said, "My name is Peter Ivanovic. I am going to be your leader on this caper."
"What is the job?" Joe Roach asked impatiently.
"All in good time," Peter laughed, "First things first. What will you like to drink?"
Joe Roach ordered a beer. Thomas, Ali, and Asif ordered tea.
"Nothing for me but a beer for Karl," Helga said. Karl looked at her and smiled. When the waiter had left after serving, Joe again repeated his query.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are going to hijack a plane," Peter said dramatically.
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ExhibitionismEverything had conspired against him that morning. First he'd been delayed getting away from home. Rachel had chosen this morning to demand that he talk to her about some domestic issue or another, but he had explained to her that he had to make a flight this morning. She was clearly unhappy, but had accepted that he would sit down with her tonight, after he had returned from the short trip to Chicago to give his presentation. Well, that, plus the fact that his eight year-old son had come...
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Fantasy Flight Hello friends, As usual I am not going to say that I am a big fan of ISS because I feel this website has many fake stories which a pure copy paste. You can opening comment or write to me if you feel this story has been lifted off somewhere hydblrcouple(at)gmail(dot)com Today I wanna tell you about my very special experience. I am a 29 years old guy from Pune. I have a girlfriend of 5 years of being in a relation. I have had sex out of my relation with both older and younger women...
“Christ are we ever going to get on board!?”My heart sank, eyes rolled and shoulders slumped forward. Molly wasn’t happy. Again. Molly had been my best friend since school but knows how to moan with the best of them and saw my role as her best friend as more a sounding board for her gripes and perceived slights than anything else these days.We moved forward another step. The line to board our flight back to London from Malaga shuffled forward in unison but, in fairness to Molly, it was taking...
LesbianHi, guys, I am back with another exciting story. Those who want to know about me, I am a typical Indian with a normal body of 22 years old with a dick of 5.5 inches. I love to do massage. This is the story about an angel who met on a journey to Bangalore and the fun with her in Bangalore in her flat. By the way, the heroine of the story is Savitha (true name). So, without any delay let’s get into the story. So after my semester exams. I got holidays for 15 days. So I decided to visit Bangalore...
PostScriptor Copyright 2009, All rights reserved Everything had conspired against him that morning. First he’d been delayed getting away from home. Rachel had chosen this morning to demand that he talk to her about some domestic issue or another, but he had explained to her that he had to make a flight this morning. She was clearly unhappy, but had accepted that he would sit down with her tonight, after he had returned from the short trip to Chicago to give his presentation. Well, that,...
Last year in late summer I booked a flight to Miami. My husband was already there. He works in international finance and real estate business with an US-American partner. The two have a joint office in downtown Miami. My husband booked me into a hotel in Miami Beach on Collins Avenue. The proximity to the beach and the better environment make the difference.It was the night flight with Lufthansa. Through 'miles and more' I had a first class ticket and was looking forward to the flight. The...
InterracialLast year in late summer I booked a flight to Miami. My husband was already there. He works in international finance and real estate business with an US-American partner. The two have a joint office in downtown Miami. My husband booked me into a hotel in Miami Beach on Collins Avenue. The proximity to the beach and the better environment make the difference.It was the night flight with Lufthansa. Through 'miles and more' I had a first class ticket and was looking forward to the flight. The...
InterracialHaving just joined the Air force I couldn't wait to be stationed overseas at my new assignment. Germany. All I could imagine was flowing beer barrels and blondes as far as the eye could see. I had hit the jackpot. Not many men my age were given this opportunity to serve their country overseas. Having just turned twenty-five and being in the best shape of my life, I was eager to explore the world, and the women within it. I was about six feet tall, blond hair, blue eyes, and had a decent tan,...
Recently I went on a business trip to Chicago. On the plane, one of the flight attendants caught my attention for two reasons; he was more masculine then most male flight attendants and he was wearing a necklace from which hung the hardware I’d seen pierced through the end of some of the cocks in porn pictures I’d browsed. The hardware piece was u-shaped with a round ball on each end of the U. What got my brain and cock twitching was the gauge of the bent steel U. It had to be about ½ a...
FLIGHT FANTASAY - PART 1 Every red blooded American male has had, at one time or another, a fantasy about stewardesses. I am no different. This is not my fantasy, however this actually happened. By the time I was 30, I had served my obligation to the military for my education and been married and divorced. About that time I was recruited by a small plastics company in Temecula, California whose boss/owner Leonard was this genius at plastics. He said he was going to build a company around some...
Love Storiesby ‘pete’. Chapter 1 As I boarded the ‘Trans-World’ evening flight for San Francisco, I remembered back to the time when I used to work as a flight attendant for ‘Trans-World’, before I took up writing full time. I wondered if I would see any of the old crew I knew... I kind of missed the action, but did okay in my new field of endeavour, it’s surprising how some people are fascinated by writers of erotic fiction. As I made my way to my window seat I saw two lovely young women,...
Hello, Jane here. It’s Saturday morning and I’m running round as usual doing all the old dears’ hair ready for their weekly big night out. Mrs Jordan is 92 and I have just put her under the dryer and she has fallen straight asleep. I need to keep on top of all my hairdressing appointments today, as Mr J is coming to visit tonight. The text message came in yesterday, fancy a visitor? And I do fancy this particular visitor - very much indeed.It has been a harrowing week at my regular quality...
Straight SexHi all I have been a reader for of ISS for very long Now let’s get to the story that happened recently I am 40 I am from Bangalore i have been divorced for sometime now and i live alone…. My job keeps me busy i keep travelling mostly to Pune and Mumbai I met this lady (Alpha) on a flight from Bangalore to Mumbai I had asked for a window seat with some leg space so Indigo had given me the seat on the emergency exit I was ok with it, I boarded the flight and just fell asleep, middle of the...
Here it is, 2549.76, and they still haven’t prevented the common cold. I’d been sneezing non-stop for hours. It wouldn’t be so bad but at every sneeze MIHA, or Mia as I disaffectionately call it, would demand a ‘check’ of my carbon based life-form unit. Machine Intelligence Health Assessor. BULLSHIT! I think that the person who programmed this P.O.S (short in the jargon for, you guessed it, Piece of Shit.) had no liking for the human species at all. I’m...
Here it is, 2549.76, and they still haven't prevented the common cold. I'd been sneezing non-stop for hours. It wouldn't be so bad but at every sneeze MIHA, or Mia as I disaffectionately call it, would demand a 'check' of my carbon based life-form unit. Machine Intelligence Health Assessor. BULLSHIT! I think that the person who programmed this P.O.S (short in the jargon for, you guessed it, Piece of Shit.) had no liking for the human species at all. I'm James Taylor, or Taylor, James as...
FLIGHT 247 LOST BOYS This is a story about a group of boys Those are going to attend a special Jamboree for gifted boys, only they didn't arrive at their destination. Now the warning: **WARNING** You are about to read a story that will contain graphic sexual activity between boys and you need to be 18 and over to continue reading this story. As you know this is all make believe, yes it's a fictional story so it never...
A soft, unobtrusive chime echoed through the cabin signifying the final departure of the airplane. She crossed her legs and eased back into her first class seat. It was a benefit of a job well done, and a final reward for a week-long stretch in Los Angeles. Her stay had left her with a good feeling of tired accomplishment. Now the return home meant taking a flight home at a rather inhospitable time – the redeye flight. True, it was the last flight out of LAX, but it was still first class and...
The pre-flight brief meeting had been straight forward enough — the usual crew introductions, safety awareness checks, in-flight service briefing, etc. Passenger numbers on the flight were confirmed: 174 travelling in Economy Class, seven in Business Class and only two flying First Class. Outward bound was from London-Heathrow to Bahrain, where the crew would have a 48-hour stopover before manning the inward bound Bahrain to London flight. The crew were allocated their seat positions and work...
Julia was looking forward to this flight. It would take her from Naples to London to New York and then she would enjoy a few days in the Big Apple before heading home to her native Germany. She had been a stewardess for nearly seven years since giving up her office job in a firm of solicitors.Now aged 35, she was enjoying seeing the world for the first time and loving every minute of it. The night flight was pretty empty which meant she and the rest of the crew would have a quiet time over the...
LesbianA small jet is flying somewhere over the Mediterranean Sea at thirty-five thousand feet. There are only three people in the main cabin for this flight. Myself, a female passenger and a flight attendant. The flight attendant is seated at the very front of the cabin. The female passenger is seated in the first row of seats in the cabin while I am seated in the second row of seats. We have never met before. The female passenger is wearing a stylish white blouse and a form fitting blue skirt which...
Sara was a flight attendant and she lived with an other flight attendant named Allie and 2 other girls. They were all mid 20s recent college grads sharing a big party house. Sara was a pretty brunette with big natural tits and a nice fat ass. Her body was built for sex. Sara and I had only hung out a few times before we began fucking. The sex was amazing and it only got better and crazier as the weeks became months. We would fuck like rabbits and the whole house would hear Sara's moans of...
Flight by Stephanie Celeste has just declared the following story the winner of her second annual competition. I'd like to take this opportunity to thank Celeste for the service she does on alt.sex.stories, her reviews have put me on to some very erotic stories over the last few months. I'd also like to thank all the people who have written to me with encouragement and advice since I started posting, your e-mails make this all...
Flight 428 : The great shift by Eric Flight 428 startled prosaic enough. The usual average group of passengers were finally struggling their way on board. The only exciting thing was the presence of Clint Eastwood and Sandra Bullock in First Class - . The passengers' gawked for a moment then filed on pass to fight for overhead space for the luggage they should have checked. An obvious honeymoon couple were laughing and holding hands. He was very large and she was endearingly...
Hi, My name is Roshan Dsouza. I am 6ft tall little bit lean and I have a dick of 8 inches. I am basically from Mangalore. But, I work and live in Bangalore since 3 years. Now this incident happened while I was traveling from M’lore to B’lore. I had reached the M’lore airport almost one hour early and had wait to for the flight. Then I saw a lady walking towards me and she sat besides me in the airport lounge. She was a bit chubby but she had a cute face and huge boobs and a curvy ass. I wanted...
I was sitting in the cockpit on what felt like an unusually long flight chatting to my co-pilot about Madrid and discussing plans for the evening. It had been a long week and I couldn’t wait to touch down and enjoy a few days well deserved R and R. Everything was running smoothly so I decided to get a drink and have a quick chat with the attendants briefly before using the facilities. Opening the door I immediately saw the most amazing ass I had ever seen in my life. “WOW”, I mouthed silently...
Gay MaleChapter 1 As I boarded the 'Trans-World' evening flight for San Francisco, I remembered back to the time when I used to work as a flight attendant for 'Trans-World', before I took up writing full time. I wondered if I would see any of the old crew I knew... I kind of missed the action, but did okay in my new field of endeavour, it's surprising how some people are fascinated by writers of erotic fiction. As I made my way to my window seat I saw two lovely young women, sitting together...
This is for those people who requested a further chapter in this story. It is also by way of closure. The story so far: I, Captain Mitchell Underwood and CSM Julie Paterson meet on a flight from Sydney to Adelaide. An unscheduled stop-over following an in-flight emergency that forced me to turn back to Adelaide resulted in us spending the night together. On our return to Sydney, we spend our first week-end together with Micha, my 8 year old daughter from my previous marriage. Melissa, my...
Hi folks, Here I am with my new story and awe-inspiring experience that I will be sharing with you.I am a personal security in charge of bangalore base millionaire and I am always with him on most of his trips.He of course has many properties in india and abroad,humongous pricey possession and great deal of super cars.My boss always travel with his own personal jet.Being responsible for his security, I most of the time, accompany him.Well, I am 31 year old male, 5,10″ height and some great...
Excitement was running high that night. Bob's women were very amorous. In fact it was late in the night before he finished the congratulatory fucks with all his wives. The others all were experiencing the same as the fucking continued late into the night. Each wife of each husband demanded attention. Those with only one wife were call upon to double up with their wife. A lot of tension was relieved that night, that's for sure. Amazingly everyone woke up bright and chipper the next morning....
"No, David. Your approach omits the awesome investigative prowess of the FBI, or do you have a compulsive need to play superhero and do everything yourself?" Although his consciousness didn't breathe, David exhaled a groan. "If you could see me, I'd be blushing. The last thing I want, Nora, is to be some kind of superhero. Clark Kent I'm not. I came to you because I wanted you involved for selfish reasons. I also wanted the FBI involved to eventually prosecute August Boynton's...
I opened my eyes as the Italian sun streamed in through the windows. I was lying on my back with Sam’s blonde hair on my breast. She was still asleep and looking so beautiful. Her left arm was draped across me, holding me tight. I could feel her left thigh pressing lightly against my pussy which was still wet from our lovemaking. My god, it was amazing. I had never come so hard and so often in a such a short period of time.As I looked at her and smiled, I could smell our sex clinging to the...
Lesbianwell I had just spent 2 weeks in Europe and now it was time for the dreaded 9 hour flight home, I loved going away but not the flight. So as im waiting to board I do what everyone else does, wonder who I will be sitting beside, omg not the big fat woman or the crying baby, you never know until you board, I found my seat and to my pleasure there was a nicely dressed lady sitting by the window, I had the isle seat, I think she was as relieved as I was, So off we go, I always try to sleep after...
I am a frequent visitor to ISS. I like to share my personal experiences with you all. Experience counts. About me, I am 50 years old man, 5’9″, 200 lbs, dark-brown complexion, broad shoulders, muscular built with a little beer belly. My penis is about 5.5 inches long and very thick. When it is erect I cannot put my fingers around my penis it is so thick. I was traveling in a 20-hour flight from New Jersey to Hyderabad. I was in the aisle seat; next to me in the middle seat was Pallavi. She is...
It was just a typical transatlantic flight. I had business in LA, and I settled into my seat and gratefully drank the glass of champagne that the pretty cabin crew member offered me once I was seated. Emily her badge said. Nice name. The flight time was 12 hours, and in order to be reasonably awake when we landed, I took a relaxant pill after the first meal. It was just a sleepy making antihistamine, and after half an hour I could feel it starting to work. I opened my eyes to find Emily beside...
AnalBy: Wolf Man ReX It was early summer in Mysore, Deepak and his Aunt where at the airport ready to board their plane to Shimla. Deepak had problems with flying; the very thought of flying made him nervous enough to faint. His mother had warned his aunt about his phobia, Deepak had this problem ever since he was a child. Now even as a young man of nineteen he was still afraid to fly. Deepak’s aunt on the other hand was used to flying. He hesitantly got on board of the plane; the flight attendant...
IncestNote : This story is completely fictional! It was early summer in Mysore, Deepak and his Aunt were at the airport ready to board their plane to shimla. Deepak was extremely frightened to flying his mother had warned his aunt about his phobia, Deepak had this problem ever since he was a child. Now even as a young man of 19 he was still afraid to fly. Deepak’s aunt on the other hand was used to flying. He hesitantly got on board of the plane; the flight attendant showed them where their seats...
IncestGeorge finished his meal and placed it on the vacant seat next to him. The pretty flight attendant, the one he had eyed earlier when he first boarded the plane, came over to take it. As she leant over, he noticed she was wearing Chanel. She smiled as she turned away to place the tray in the trolley. What a sweet thing, he thought to himself as the memories of that scent, his favourite perfume, took him back. He reclined in his seat and thanked his stars for the comfort of first class, allowing...
EroticBob and his family spent the next three days taking in the sights of Houston, while they waited for their wagons and livestock to arrive. They went to the theater one night. Another was spent in the hotel, with everyone enjoying each other's company. Bob got into a high stakes poker game at one of the gambling houses. It was actually an honest game, and all the players were also honest. They were also good. They played until one in the morning and Bob managed to stay even for the night. When...
"Denise, we both know the view of consciousness based on a neuronal connection doesn't fly. When my consciousness leaves my body, it doesn't take any neurons along for the ride." "Nonetheless, your consciousness maintains some sort of connection to your body during your flights. Your description of reentering your body without your volition during your recent time trips lends credence to the connection. Who's to say that connection isn't neuronal?" David's brow scowled as he...
Brady Damron arrived at the Columbus airport late Friday afternoon and was told that his flight had been cancelled. There would be no flights out until Monday. Having just spent the week working with Craftwood, a kitchen cabinet manufacturer in Arkana, he wasn’t looking forward to spending the weekend in Starkville, the home of Mississippi State University. Checking at the Marriott for a room he was told that this was the weekend of the Mississippi State/Ole Miss football game. Every...
Within the confines of the Conestoga wagon, the wives of Waite Phillips had arranged a bedroom. It was not elaborate but it was functional. They had been making love to Waite nightly and they loved every minute of it. He was gentle and fierce with his lovemaking. Add to that the tactile sensations of the sister-wives as they also make love to each other and it becomes a firestorm of sensations. For Waite it was fantasy and reality. He now had Peggy Sue, Carol Ann, Lisa Marie, Annabel Lee,...
They could return to Dodge with the women, or they could go on to Waco. The women would have to decide, tonight sometime. It the morning the wagon train had to move on, one way or the other. Waite offered the women safety and shelter to travel to Waco. He also assured them they could return to Dodge if they wanted. The mood was quite subdued. Jim offered to take the first watch. He only had one wife and he could take care of her needs later. Jesse took second watch and that made Waite third...
Subject: flight 247 lost boys. Chapter 8 FLIGHT 247 LOST BOYSBy Boys in the Hood ****WARNING**** Sexual activity will be seen here so If you are not 18 and over then please leave as I and this site will not be held responsible for any actions you take while here, also any emails to me must be by persons 18 and over. This is all fiction, make believe it never happened so any names, places or events are all fake. Copyright 2011: Boys in the hood. Not to be copied, changed or re...
FLIGHT 247 LOST BOYS A new days dawns {By boys in the hood} ***WARNING*** This is a story about a group of boys Lost on an island after their flight Crashes into the ocean. It contains sexual activity and bad language and you need to 18 and over to be here. also it will depend on where you live and what laws they have there. ...
My family operates a shipyard in Victoria that specializes in refits of medium range luxury vessels ranging from cruisers to catamarans. Tern is a forty six foot luxury sailing vessel and we had just completed a major refit on her. Tern is a single mast sloop with full cabin and full accommodations and first class all the way. We had just replaced the gas engine with a new six cylinder diesel and completely refurbished the interior. The teakwood and mahogany had all been redone by our...
FlightI have been fascinated with flight all my life. Watching an albatross sail in lazy circles around my boat while offshore fishing has never failed to make my pulse quicken. If I could fly like that I would eat raw fish. Gladly.I find the end of an airport runway to be a gateway to another world. The sound, vibration, and the rush of air as a huge plane blasts its way in to the sky can not be described. It has to be felt to be understood. The field at the end of the runway had become one of...
It was just a typical transatlantic flight. I had business in LA, and I settled into my seat and gratefully drank the glass of champagne that the pretty cabin crew member offered me once I was seated. Emily her badge said. Nice name. The flight time was 12 hours, and in order to be reasonably awake when we landed, I took a relaxant pill after the first meal. It was just a sleepy making antihistamine, and after half an hour I could feel it starting to work. I opened my eyes to find Emily...
Samantha and I had been friends since college. She had always been my best friend and we had shared so much over the years. Our children were born close to each other, we shared student digs and we both were maids of honour at our weddings. We were close.As we had got older, we had moved to different parts of the country and didn’t see each other so much. To compensate, we started going on holidays together. Once a year, Sam and I would jet off to somewhere exotic for long weekends, chill out...
LesbianSamantha and I had been friends since college. She had always been my best friend and we had shared so much over the years. Our children were born close to each other, we shared student digs and we both were maids of honour at our weddings. We were close.As we had got older, we had moved to different parts of the country and didn’t see each other so much. To compensate, we started going on holidays together. Once a year, Sam and I would jet off to somewhere exotic for long weekends, to chill...
LesbianColt Thompson hefted his small attache’ case into the over head compartment and sat down in the aisle seat and waited for the 737 to take off. Leaving the bone chilling cold of Detroit to spend a long weekend in New Orleans was enough to bring a smile to the face of any seasoned traveler! One stop over in Memphis, and it would be good by Woodward Ave. and hello Bourbon Street! This would be Colt's sixth visit to the Crescent City, and it was definitely his favorite destination, with all the...