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From: Rod OSteele <rdosteele@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Flying with an Angel (Mf 1st) {Rod O'Steele}
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WARNINGS: Pay attention to the codes.  This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women.  Some of the participants in the story are
under the age of 18.  If you are too young to read about sex please do not
read this.



   Flying with an Angel

   With apologies to Tyger and Daphne, authors of Touched by an Angel.  I
read their story several years ago.  The thought of writing my version has
percolated in my head ever since.  Here it is finally.  I hope you enjoy
it.



   I was watching the world go by, 41,000 below me, when I heard and felt a
loud mechanical thump followed by teeth-shaking vibrations coursing through
the plane.  I've been flying for over forty years and never felt or heard
anything like it before.  A horrible metal on metal shriek was coming from
the engine right outside my window.  My first thought was, if those turbine
blades come off that thing they'll rip through the aluminum side of this
jet and turn me into hamburger.

   I glanced around the plane.  People were looking around, concern
reflected in their faces.  They hadn't a chance yet to reach panic, but if
this kept up...  The girl sitting next to me had grabbed my arm and her
fingers were sinking into the flesh.  I hardly noticed.  I looked back out
the window, morbidly fascinated by the thought of those turbine blades. 
The vibrations and sound were already starting to diminish and continued
diminishing moment by moment.  I let out a big sigh, aware now that I had
been holding my breath since the thump.

   "Are we going to crash?" the girl next to me asked.

   Put on a brave face, man, I said to myself.  I smiled, "No, we're going
to be fine.  After all, I'm flying with an Angel."

   She laughed at the strained witticism.  Her name was Angel.

   Looking out the window again, I sure as hell hope she does bring good
luck.

   *****

   I had been working in Baltimore for three weeks and was headed to our
home office in Seattle for a big meeting about the project.  I just wanted
to go home, not to a waste-of-time meeting in Seattle.  However, I had been
summoned, so I went.  Soon I'll get to sleep in my own bed, I kept
thinking. I was flying first class.  Not that I usually rated first class,
but travel was covered in the contract.

   Angel, whose hand was still squeezing mine desperately, had been
visiting her grandparents and was now flying home.  We'd struck up a
conversation.  After all, there's not a lot to do for six hours on a jet.
This was her first time traveling alone.  She was fifteen and frankly a
real looker.  If she hadn't said fifteen I would have taken her for
nineteen easily.  I can see how some guys get in trouble and later swear
they thought the girl was legal.

   I saw the emergency procedures card in the pocket on the seat in front
of me.  All those times I had ignored it.  Now, when I might need it I was
too scared to pull it out and look.  I justified it by saying to myself; `I
don't want to scare Angel.' Nothing to worry about.

   The whine and vibration had died away, leaving a thundering silence on
this side of the jet.  That's the problem with these new designs, only two
engines.  What happens if the other engine conks out?  I could feel that we
were losing altitude, which made sense with only one engine.

   "Ladies and Gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking.  As you may have
noticed we have begun a descent.  We will be diverting to Fargo, North
Dakota.  There is nothing to worry about.  We will be landing in about
fifteen minutes.  Please follow the instructions of the cabin crew.  Thank
you."

   Fifteen minutes.  It usually takes a half-hour to descend and land. 
That must mean we are heading down fast.  I hoped that also wasn't
something to worry about.  I had enough on my plate as it was.  Just then,
the aircraft began a banking turn.  Judging by the position of the sun, we
wound up heading due north.  We were definitely heading down faster than
usual.  I could feel my ears popping from the rapid descent.

   "What does that mean?" Angel asked me.

   When things happen on flights, like if the plane is bouncing around from
turbulence, I always check the stewardesses.  If they look unconcerned then
I figure there is nothing to worry about.  I looked at one of the stews as
she came through the cabin.  She looked a little pale as she forced a
smile. Not good.

   I wondered if I should tell Angel what I really thought.  If she was a
little younger I would have come up with a story.  But I figured she was
old enough not to be lied to.  "I think it means we are having a serious
problem."

   Her face went pale and clouded up.  "Are we going to crash?"

   "I don't think so.  We lost power in one engine.  But these jets are
designed to fly on one engine.  The pilots have to practice it.  As long as
the other engine keeps working we'll be okay," I said with more confidence
than I felt.

   Angel settled into her seat still holding onto my arm, "And I've never
been kissed."

   I laughed, that's what I would have been thinking when I was fifteen. 
"Heck, I'll kiss you if that's what you're worried about," intending to
make her laugh.

   She turned back towards me, surprise on her face which changed into
resolve.  "Okay." Now I was the one surprised.  "I mean it," she said.

   Well hell, I might as well.  I leaned over to give her a chaste kiss. 
When our lips met she kissed me for real.  My body responded and our lips
parted.  Actually, it was a hell of a kiss.  She put everything into it and
I matched her passion.  We parted and Angel settled back again.  "Wow."

   "Yeah, wow," I said.

   "That was better than I thought it would be," she said dreamily.

   "Thank you.  The advantage of years is experience and practice," I said
smiling.  "Don't worry.  You'll have years of experience yourself."

   Angel nodded, then looked across the aisle towards the engine on the
other side.  I'm sure she was thinking what I was, Just keep working.

   We had dropped most of the altitude already.  I looked out at the flat
prairie, snow covered and dotted with an occasional farm building. 
Absolutely nothing to distinguish it from any other flat land.  I just
hoped there was an airport ahead.  The engine on the other side was
groaning and surging as the pilot fought the one-engined beast.  There was
something in the sound of that engine that made my hair stand on end.  When
I was in the Air Force the one thing the pilots worried about was trying a
one-engine landing because of the way the aircraft handled.  Don't get
behind the power curve, I willed the pilot.

   A bump, which made both of us jump, then I heard the wheels going down.
"It's just the wheels," I reassured Angel.  She tightened her grip on my
arm.  Then the flaps extended and again I heard the single engine roaring
to make up for the lost power on the other side.  The craft slewed from all
of that the power on one side and drag on the other.  The pilot wrestled it
back on beam.  A city was below us now.  I hoped it was Fargo.

   We continued heading straight in, no circling or lining up.  The ground
was rushing below and getting very close.  Please, please be a runway out
there.  Then, a fence flew by and the first lights.  Yes.  The ground
rushed up to meet us.  The end of the runway appeared as the plane slammed
onto the concrete, a bounce and it settled again as the flaps all extended
and the engine powered into reverse thrust.  We slowed, not as fast as
usual, until we were slow enough that the pilot could use the brakes. 
Engaged, the brakes quickly brought us to taxi speed and we rolled off the
runaway and onto a taxiway.  That's when I saw the fire engines, lioghts
flashing, lined up on the taxiway.  They quickly surrounded the jet.  There
was a whining sound as the flaps all started pulling back.  That was when
the entire plane burst into applause.  The anxiety, which had hung in the
air like a fog, vanished, replaced by exuberant gaiety.  The crew came on
with the stay in your seats, welcome speech which none of paid the least
attention too.  We were down safely.

   The release of tension created a mild euphoria.  I looked at Angel who
was broadly smiling.  "We made it," she said.  I nodded.  "Thanks for the
kiss."

   "You are more than welcome," I said.  "I really enjoyed it.  You're
going to have a fine career as a kisser."

   She laughed.

   We had stopped on the taxiway and I heard the other engine dying away.
We sat on the taxiway for five minutes or so as they hooked up a tow bar
and towed us to the terminal.  The fire engines turned off their lights and
motored away.  Nobody seemed to be grumbling about the delay, just happy to
be down safely I suppose.  I sure was.

   Angel was still holding onto my arm, but was much more relaxed now. 
Once we were at the terminal the stewardess came on thanking us for
traveling and telling us that an agent would meet us in the terminal for
instructions.

   We were some of the first people off, being in the first class section.
Angel came up beside me in the jetway and grabbed my hand.  She smiled and
said, "Do you mind if I hang with you?  I don't know what to do."

   She must still be a little shaken by the experience.  I held her hand as
we emerged into the terminal.  An agent was herding the passengers to one
side and asking that we remain until all of the passengers were off the
plane.  I led Angel off to one side and looked around the terminal.  Some
terminal.  I saw six gates in total.  I had been in bigger hot dog stands.
There was a sign announcing, Hector International Airport.  International?
I'm sure people from all over the world were lining up to get to Fargo in
the dead of winter.

   The rest of the passengers filed out and milled about the gate area. 
Then the agent picked up her mike and said, "Welcome to Fargo.  I'm sure
you'll enjoy your unscheduled stop here.  We sure like the town." To a few
laughs.  "Sorry for the diversion.  As you probably figured out there was a
problem with the engine and rather than take any chances the pilot diverted
here.  Unfortunately, your airline does not have service to this airport,
so we at Northern States Airlines will do everything we can to make your
stay here enjoyable." A few more laughs.

   "Now the bad news..." to a few groans.  "The earliest your airline can
get a replacement aircraft here is tomorrow morning."

   Immediately several people started asking questions.  The main one
being, how about other flights?  The agent continued over the
interruptions, "You can get flights from Fargo to Chicago and possibly
connect to Seattle.  But, your ticket is not valid for that travel.  In
other words, you'll have to buy another ticket." Some mumbling.  "We have
coupons for hotel rooms in the area as well as meal coupons.  We will pass
out the coupons to anyone wishing to stay overnight in a hotel."

   Lots of people were grumbling and complaining.  I made a quick appraisal
and knew we were going to be stuck here in Fargo.  Lord be praised, I now
had a better than even chance of missing the meeting.  I might even be able
to convince my boss to let me fly straight home.  Might as well get to the
hotel first and get a better room.  As people continued pestering the agent
with their whining complaints, I took the opportunity to be first up to get
the coupons.  I asked the other agent about hotels.  She offered several.
One was a Days Inn Suites.  I figured that was the best option as I prefer
a suite and I was going to bill the client.

   I saw the pilot heading by.  I caught his eye, took a couple steps with
him and said in a low voice, "The other engine as well, huh?" He looked
startled, looked around and said nothing.  But I could read the hesitation.
He just smiled before heading off for his debrief.

   Angel came up beside me, "What does that mean?"

   "It means he was having trouble with the other engine as well.  That's
why he headed down so fast and why he shut the engine down on the taxiway
and probably why we were met with firetrucks."

   "So we could of crashed?" she asked.

   "Only if it quit.  But it was pretty serious," I said.

   She looked solemn for a moment then said, "Thanks for kissing me.  I
would of hated to die before I got kissed for real."

   We were in the baggage area.  I stopped by the baggage carousel and told
her, "Really, it was my pleasure."

   I looked around.  Still not a lot of people from our flight.  I guessed
they were arguing with the agent or heading off to find out they really
couldn't get out to Seattle.  If there was a prayer of connecting, the
agent would have been selling those connecting tickets instead of handing
out hotel coupons.  What was the agent going to do about their whining
complaints?  It always amazes me that people don't accept the obvious.

   I grabbed my bag and Angel grabbed hers.  I took it from her and nearly
fell over to that side.  Jesus, what she have in there?  An entire
department store?  "You moved to Baltimore and took everything you owned?"

   She looked puzzled before she caught on to my teasing.  "It's not that
much.  God, Mom made me leave so much behind I didn't have any clothes."

   "Uh huh," I said leading the way to the taxis.  We boarded one and I
told him the Days Inn.  It turned out to be just off of the airport and
across the street from the Fargo Dome.  I glanced at the marquee.  USHRA
Motor Sports Spectacular it proudly announced.  Jeez, doesn't that sound
classy.  Indoor NASCAR for all of the `necks.  They can't last through the
winter without a car crash.

   I thought the Central Valley of California was flat, but it's nothing
compared to Fargo.  At least in the valley you can see the mountains. 
Here, it looked like you could see all of the way to the North Pole, where
the wind must have originated.

   As we got out of the taxi, I asked Angel, "Have your coupon?" She shook
her head.  "Didn't you get one?" I asked.

   "No.  I didn't want to stay alone.  I mean, after the flight and all..."
she said, a solemn look again clouding her face.  Then she brightened and
declared, "I got the meal coupon," proudly holding it up.

   Well, hell.  That's a situation.  I could rent her a room, which
apparently she doesn't want or I can let her stay in my suite.  "Angel, you
know that people wouldn't understand if we shared a room."

   She looked around.  There wasn't a soul in view.  "Who's going to know?
I'm not going to tell anyone.  Please, I'm still kind of nervous."

   "All right.  Hopefully their suites have two separate rooms," I said and
headed in.

   The clerk took the coupon gladly, but I had to cough up some money for
the upgrade to a suite.  The client was paying so I gladly upgraded the
room.  I asked about restaurants since dinner was starting to sound good.
The clerk recommended several close by choices: Eagle's Nest Barbeque and
Grill, Rees Sports Bar, Buffalo Wild Wings, all of which had me seeing
scenes of rednecks, beer, hooting and hollering.  I didn't need that after
that plane ride.  "Isn't there a steak house?" The clerk finally offered
Outback Steak House, but it wasn't walking distance.  I thanked him and
said I could take a taxi.  At least I knew I would be getting a steak and a
quiet atmosphere.

   Angel followed me to the room which turned out to be a nice large room
with a sitting area and one large bed, but not two rooms.  I set the
suitcases down on the couch and looked around.  Maybe I could get a
rollaway bed from the front desk.  Angel looked at the one bed in the room
but said nothing.

   She walked over to a door, and said, "Excuse me," closing the door
behind.  I picked up my suitcase and put it on a suitcase rest, opened it
and grabbed a change of shirt, the one I was wearing having gotten a bit
old.  I used the time to call my boss and explain what had occurred.  She
was pissed but when I told her how close we were to digging a hole she
calmed down.  She fumed for a minute but then said she would reschedule the
meeting one day later.  Disappointed, I told her great and hung up.

   When Angel appeared I excused myself to change my shirt and use the
facilities.  The bath was the best thing about the room.  It had a large
Jacuzzi and was plenty roomy for two.  That Jacuzzi looked inviting.

   When I appeared, Angel was rummaging in her case.  "God, I didn't think
I was going to have to wear any of this.  It's all wrinkled."

   "You look fine," I said.

   "No.  I have to change," she chided me.  She had grabbed some clothes
and headed back into the bath.  I shook my head, once again unable to
understand women.

   I grabbed the phone, called Outback and made a reservation.  Then I
ordered a cab.  Angel appeared as I set down the phone.  "Wow," I said. 
She was wearing tight white pants that hugged her legs and ass and a tight
black, low cut, knit top that hugged her torso and molded around her tits.
There was a generous amount of skin on display.

   "You like it?" she asked.

   "Yes.  But you could get in trouble wearing an outfit like that," I told
her.

   She smiled.  "Maybe," she said mysteriously.

   I wasn't quite sure what to make of that comment.  "Grab your coat, the
taxi ought to be here at any moment." Angel bounced across the room and put
on her coat.  I held the door open for her.  As we headed down the hall,
she put her hand in mine, smiling gaily up at me when I looked at her.  She
was on a big adventure and acted it.  When I smiled in return she pushed
her shoulder into my side, still smiling.  I put my arm around her shoulder
pulling her into me.  Her hand went around my waist, then slid lower until
her hand was on my ass.

   As we entered the lobby, I reached back and pulled her hand off my ass.
I was nervous about anybody seeing me in a lover's clinch with this,
admittedly, attractive fifteen-year-old fox.

   The Outback Steakhouse was not too busy when we arrived and the little
chippy at the front door took us straight to a booth.  I had quite the
view, following the two girls, both in tight pants, their little asses
rolling so provocatively.  I had some very ungentlemanly thoughts about
having both of those butts up in the air as I pounded one then the other in
a double play.  The vision of those two girls bent over as I fucked them
caused a swelling in my middle extremity.

   I shook my head to clear it as the girl seated us and handed over the
menus.  I looked at the wine menu and spotted a Greg Norman Estates
Cabernet-Merlot which I recalled getting good reviews in Wine Spectator.  I
was still a little frazzled from the flight and ordered a bottle.  What the
hell, the client's paying.  I was beginning to really like this client.

   The steaks at Outback are good, not great.  They put too much salt in
the seasonings to make them taste better than they are.  Angel talked me
into one of the Blooming Onions, which turned out to be fun to share with
her.  I caught her looking at my wine.  "You like wine?"

   "I don't know," she said.

   "Try it," I told her.

   She looked around then took a swig.  "Not bad," she said.

   I sure didn't need an entire bottle myself.  I poured some wine into her
glass.  If somebody complained I'd worry then.  So, Angel joined me in
killing the bottle of wine.  Her eyes were bright by the time dinner was
over.  I watched carefully.  I didn't need a drunk teen on my hands.  She
was feeling fine, but not drunk.  I paid and asked the hostess to call us a
cab.

   On the way back to the hotel Angel wrapped herself around my arm and
snuggled into my side.  I wish I could say it didn't have any affect on me
but that wouldn't be true.  It was quite nice to have a cute young woman
acting like she thought I was cute.  Nice for the ego of a middle-aged man
going a touch gray at the temples, that is.

   She was first to use the facilities when we made it back to the room.  I
took off my coat and considered the problem of sleeping arrangements.  I
looked at the chairs.  None of them looked very comfortable for sleeping.
The heater was working hard now that night had come.  The cold seemed to
pour off the window so sleeping on the floor would be hard and cold. 
Sharing the bed with Angel was out of the question.  No way would I be able
to keep my hands off of her if she snuggled in like she had in the cab. 
I'd be dead meat in no time.

   The door to the bath opened and Angel called to me.  Before I could
solve this Gordian Knot, I went into the bath at her summons.  Angel was
standing by the big Jacuzzi in the corner.

   "Take a Jacuzzi with me," she said.

   "I'd love to but I didn't bring a suit," I said.

   "You were wearing a suit earlier," she said smiling.

   "Smarty, a swim suit," I said.

   Her eyes got a little brighter.  "Everybody knows you don't wear
swimsuits in a Jacuzzi."

   Whoa.  Little Angel just asked me to get naked with her in a Jacuzzi. 
If I thought the sleeping arrangements were possible causes of trouble,
this was definitely a cause.  On the other hand, I liked the idea of seeing
her sans clothing, really liked the idea.  She was a looker.

   "Pretty please," she begged.  "Pretty, pretty, pretty please."

   I fought the battle gamely, but succumbed to that last pretty.  "Okay,
if you really want to," I told her.

   She flew at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, "Thank you, thank you,
thank you." She grabbed a towel and flying out of the room said, "You start
the water while I get ready."

   I hoped that meant, well, get ready as in naked ready.  I started the
hot water, tested it and added cold water until it was a nice warm
temperature.  I wasn't sure what to do now.  Was she really going to have
us in the Jacuzzi nude?  I hesitated, wondering.  My mind was full of
erotic images of little Angel naked, in the tub on display for me.

   Angel swept back into the room, wrapped in a towel.  "You're still
dressed."

   "Excuse me." I grabbed a towel and headed out.  I stripped and wrapped
the towel around my waist my mind going a mile a minute with the questions.
Questions like is she really going to strip?  Is she really going to kiss
me?  Is she really going to let me touch her?  At the same time, I was
batting those aside and arguing with myself, She's too young.  I couldn't
really fuck her, could I?

   I took a deep breath and went back into the bath.  Angel was sitting on
the side of the tub, her long hair tied up on her head, lazily swirling it
with her foot, still wrapped in her towel.  I wondered if I was being set
up.

   "Last one in is a rotten egg," she said, tearing away the towel and
plopping into the Jacuzzi.

   She was naked as a newborn.  Answered that question.  I dropped my towel
over the rack and joined her in the Jacuzzi.  Her eyes were locked onto my
cock as I climbed in.  "I guess I lost." I stood in the Jacuzzi and let her
stare.  She finally noticed that I was just standing.

   She blushed slightly and looked up.  "It's the first real one I've
seen."

   "Angel, you've got to have seen a penis before," I said.  I settled into
the hot water.  The Jacuzzi was enough for two, but still a little tight.
There was plenty of skin on skin when we both were in the water and our
legs were tangled in the narrow end, not that I was complaining.  It
heightened the erotic tension for me.

   "Well yeah, I mean, we played doctor when I was young," she said.  I had
to smile, when she was young.  Not like now when she is an old lady at
fifteen.  She continued, "But it's different.  You know, seeing a man's...
penis." One of her feet was gently rubbing the top of mine.

   "So, what do you think, now that you've seen a real one," I asked.

   She blushed at whatever her thought was and looked down.  She hesitated
for a moment then looking earnestly into my eyes said, "I was thinking
about what happened today.  About all of the things I haven't experienced
yet.  On the plane, I was really glad you kissed me.  I was really scared
before that.  Your kiss made me feel like I was going to be okay.  But
there are so many other things I haven't really done, like see a man naked.
Or touch a man.  Or had a man touch me, you know, really touch me." She
leaned into me and the skin contact ratio doubled, to include her ample
breasts which now were pressed into my side.

   It all came clear.  The reason Angel wasn't worried about the sleeping
arrangements and the reason for the naked dip in the Jacuzzi.  Angel had
decided to experience more than a kiss.  I could understand her desire. 
She had been on a plane that almost that dug a mile-long trench in the
prairie.  Escaping death often brings out the desire for life, an almost
overwhelming joy and desire.  And sex is how the desire for life gets
expressed.  I doubt she knew it but that is what she was feeling.  Did I
want to bed a fifteen-year-old?  And would it be fair to take advantage of
her?  That seemed a little much even for old pervy me.  I knew I had a
decision to make.

   Angel was still holding my eye.  "I want to experience..."

   "Sex," I said helping her.

   "Yes.  Before I get back on that plane I want to know what its like. 
And if both engines go tomorrow, I'll be happy."

   My mind was in overdrive considering all that needed to be considered.
The first thing was Angel herself.  There was nothing girlish about her
body: full round tits and a woman's shape.  This wasn't a little girl.  She
looked up at me certain in her resolve but I could see the hints of nerves
in the way her eyes darted away but came back to challenge me to accept. 
Her nipples were hard as they bored into my side.  Her satin flesh begged
to be touched.  I noted she shaved her pussy, a little mole right above
where she had a small tan line.  Our feet were still tangled as her hand
came to rest high on my thigh.  There was no doubt about her intentions.
She saw me taking inventory and asked, "Could you?  I mean, do you like

me?"

   "Angel, you are a beautiful young woman, an unbelievably desirable
woman." She smiled.  Okay, I told myself, decision time.  I looked at her
one last time.  She was incredibly beautiful, and fresh and sexy in her
innocence.  Was there any real chance I could say no?  Not really.

   "Come here," I said taking her hand and pulling her into my lap.  She
straddled me on her knees, pressing her pussy against my growing cock.  Her
lips were full and red, just made for kissing.  I did.  The kiss became
progressively more passionate as our lips parted and tongues danced.  My
cock was completely hard now, and Angel rubbed her pussy over its length. I
didn't want to wait another minute.  "Let's get out of the tub."

   "Okay," she said, rising like Venus from the sea.  We hopped out and
both dried quickly.  I led her to the bed.  She loosed her hair which
flowed over her body and lay on the bed.  She was gorgeous.  She was a bit
nervous, which made sense.  If what she said was true she was a virgin.  I
promised myself to take the time to make it glorious for her.

   I lay on the bed and pulled her into my arms, kissing her.  Angel kissed
with passion and desire, heating my blood.  I thought I was hard already,
but it was nothing compared to the way my cock felt after that kiss.  I
wanted to push her onto her back and shove my cock into her.  I couldn't,
not her first time.  But I wanted to.

   Again we kissed, our tongues intertwined as they stroked and played in
each other's mouth.  My hand found her tits, playing with one, then the
other, circling her nipples and tweaking them.  Angel moaned and purred as
I teased her tits.  I lowered my head kissing across her neck and chest
before running my tongue around her hard erect nipples.  She moaned when my
tongue lashed her nipple.  I sucked a nipple into my mouth, flicking across
it with my tongue.  Angel gasped, "Nice," her hands holding my head against
her chest.

   My hand played over her flay belly before finding her sex.  She was hot
and wet when my fingers delved into the folds of her pussy.  Still lapping
at her tits, my fingers spread her pussy open, dancing over her and
spreading her natural lube.  When my fingers circled and rubbed her
clitoris, Angel shuddered.  Her hips were moving under my hand, pressing up
against them.

   I settled between her legs looking down at her pussy, the lips red and
engorged, slick with her arousal.  The heady aroma of woman wafted up to
me. It sent my lust into overdrive.

   Diving between her legs my mouth attacked her, gently.  Tongue and lips
caressed her pussy, eliciting grunts, moans and a few cries from my little
Angel.  She was getting wetter.  I could see her hymen, just like the
pictures in the medical books I secreted from the library when I was a
teenager.  It didn't cover much of the opening and looked a little frayed.
I wondered if she had been responsible.  After all, a girl likes to feel
something up inside her even if it is her own finger.

   I was sucking her whole clitoris into my mouth, massaging it with lips
and tongue.  Angel's eyes were closed and her body was trembling.  She was
ready.  I brought her close to climax then backed off, barely touching her,
my tongue teasing her labia and vaginal opening and avoiding her button,
keeping her close but not allowing her to fall over into a climax.  Her
hips pushed up, seeking the release.  Moving up, I lined up my cock with
her and rubbed it around, covering it with her juices.  Every time it
touched her button she jumped.  I seated my cock in her opening, then put
my fingers on her clitoris and rubbed.  Angel was moaning and crying out.
Her hips jerked and spasmed.  As she crested her climax I pushed forward
sending my cock through her barrier and deep into her pussy.  Angel cried
out.  I keep up the pressure on her clitoris as my cock sunk halfway into
her.  Angel hit her peak.  As she did I started fucking her, hard and long
strokes, banging away at her pussy.  She hit it bigger and harder, moaning
and gasping as we fucked, her hips rising to meet mine.  We fucked hard and
fast.  She was on a continuous high, orgasm after orgasm rolled through her
body, her pussy clamped down on my cock, sucking at it, grasping it,
milking it.

   I felt the familiar pressure building in my body.  Little Angel was
still cumming so I let it happen for me.  Another deep thrust and I
exploded, blast after blast of cum surging from my cock and filling her
pussy.

   I slowed and stopped, buried in my little Angel.  Her pussy was still
clutching at me, keeping me semi-erect.  Angel's eyes opened, slightly out
of focus, her hands were running over my sides and ass.  I pulled her with
me and rolled to the side, otherwise I was going to crush her.

   We lay together, caressing each other and basking in the afterglow.  She
was gazing into my eyes, her face suffused with the pleasure and
contentment.  She looked like one of those old movies where the woman is
always shot with a soft focus lens, romantic and beautiful.

   Angel put her face up and we kissed.  "Thank you," she said.  "Now I can
die happy."

   "You're welcome and nobody is going to die.  We had one of the worst
things that can happen and we made it.  You'll fly for the rest of your
life and nothing this bad will ever happen again.  Once in a billion," I
told her.

   "I'm glad we did it anyway," she said.

   "Me too," I said.  "That was wonderful."

   "Is it always like that?" she asked.

   "Yes and no.  It is always fun, but it isn't always so intense.  Angel,
we made a very special connection so it won't always be like that," I said.

   She hugged me, "I knew it would be special."

   She was right.  It had been special - for both of us.  We feel asleep
entwined.

   *****

   I woke in the morning and stretched.  Angel was still asleep looking so
innocent next to me.  The sheet was slightly pulled down exposing one
breast to the air.  It made me want to take it between my lips.  I enjoyed
looking at her and remembering the pleasure of the night before.

   The clock by the bed read nine.  Shit, I needed to call the airport.  I
hopped out of bed and rushed into the bath taking my cell phone.  I dialed
as I sat on the john.  I finally found a real person with information and
found out that the plane was scheduled to leave at 10:30 for continuing
service to Seattle.  Yipes, we needed to hurry.

   Hurrying through my morning routine I woke Angel.  I touched her
shoulder and kissed her inviting lips.  She woke, surprised and starting
kissing me back.  I broke the kiss.  "Let's do it again," she said.

   "I'd love to, but the plane is scheduled to leave soon and we need to
get to the airport.  Do you want to miss the flight?" I asked.

   "Can we stay here and make love if we do?" she said stretching.

   "I'm getting on the plane," I said.

   "Spoil sport." She threw back the covers and headed into the bath.  I
admired her body wistfully, knowing that I probably would never see it
again.

   I dressed and called a cab when Angel came out of the bath.  "Get
dressed.  The cab is on the way."

   "What should I wear?" she asked.

   "I'd prefer nothing," I said.

   She smiled and posed for me, "Like this?"

   "My God, you are beautiful."

   "Really, don't we have time?" she asked.

   "No sweetie, we don't.  Put on the clothes you wore yesterday.  I'd love
to see you in them again, wearing the clothes I met you in." Yeah, it was a
pretty cheap trick to hurry her up.  But it did sound romantic and I was in
a pleasant mood.

   She smiled and started dressing.  It was easy to pack since neither of
us had really unpacked.  Just throw the toothbrush etc.  in and close it
up. When Angel was dressed, I grabbed the suitcases and led her to the
front.  The cab was already waiting.  "The airport," I said.

   The hack grabbed the bags and put them in the trunk.  Angel snuggled up
to me in the back, a smile on her face.  This was going to be a challenge,
having a young woman hanging on me like a lover.  We were of course.  But
still, there's a certain decorum people expect and middle-aged men with
fifteen-year-old lovers is not part of that.

   The ride to the airport only took a few minutes.  I paid off the cab and
led Angel into the terminal finding a quiet corner.  "Sweetie, we need to
talk."

   "I know.  It was just a one night thing, right?"

   "Angel, it has to be.  You know that.  Can you imagine what your folks
would say if you introduced me as your new boyfriend?" I asked.

   She laughed then turned serious.  "Yeah, they'd go nuts."

   "And so would teachers and preachers and even your friends.  Last night
was truly special.  But both of us have to put it in its own special place
in our hearts.  Someplace we can only share with each other and no one
else. No one else would understand," I said.

   "I know.  I thought about that yesterday when I decided I wanted to do
it.  I knew it could only be a one time thing.  It sounded romantic
yesterday, mysterious stranger, having an affair.  I didn't know it would
be sad the next day.  Can it last until Seattle?" she asked.

   "Yes, as long as we don't get ourselves arrested," I said smiling.

   "Deal," she said taking my hand.

   "Let's get checked in and get something to eat.  I'm starving after last
night," I said.

   Angel giggled, "Me too.  Sure makes you hungry, doesn't it?"

   "In more ways than one." We both laughed gaily.

   Breakfast was in the Barnstormer, a typical airport restaurant.  Angel
and I chatted easily.  At one point she turned serious and told me, "Mike,
I really want to thank you for last night."

   "Angel, believe me it was my pleasure," I said.

   "No really.  I mean, I didn't know anything.  I know I'm not all that
good looking like some girls in my school that are so popular.  I really
didn't want to get back on the plane not having ever done anything.  It was
really nice of you to do that," she said.

   I marveled that this beautiful young woman could be so unsure of
herself. I knew young women could be so, but faced with it, it still
shocked me.  I took her hand in mine, checked to make sure no one was
listening and told her, "Angel, I want you to believe me.  First, you are
one of the most beautiful young women I have ever met.  I don't care who is
popular in your school.  Popularity has nothing to do with real beauty. 
Second, that was one of the best times I've ever had between the sheets,
ever.  Really and cross my heart.  You were wonderful."

   That brought forth a beaming smile, "Do you mean that?"

   "Absolutely," I said.  "I wish we were back in the room right now and
I'd prove it too you."

   Her eyes got a little wide.  "Do we have time?"

   They called our flight for boarding.  "Shit," I said.  "Looks like no."

   Angel grabbed my hand and reminded me, "It lasts until Seattle."

   "I know.  Let's go," I said.  We grabbed our carryon bags and headed to
the gate.

   The flight to Seattle was uneventful, despite our heightened senses. 
Angel spent the time either talking with me as she snuggled into my side or
watching the movie with a headset on.  I did note the stewardess giving me
a curious look a few times.

   If it wasn't for that damn stew watching like a hawk I would have tried
to introduce Angel to the mile high club.  I spent most of the flight with
an erection from Angel pressing her tits against my arm or side.

   As we began the descent into Seattle, Angel grabbed my hand and put it
under her coat and on her breast.  "Kiss me," she ordered.

   My first thought was to pull my hand back but I just as quickly realized
that would lead to a struggle since she was holding my hand firmly against
her breast.  I glanced around and saw no one looking our way.  I bent over
and kissed her as I gently fondled her breast.  Angel purred as I kissed
and touched her.  I broke the kiss and pulled my hand from under her coat.

   "Thank you," she said.

   "It was my pleasure." I told her.

   She put her head on my shoulder as the jet was making its final approach
and left it there through the landing and taxi to the terminal.  Again, we
were one of the first people off the plane.

   We started walking towards the exit.  Angel was holding my hand and
snuggling into my side.  About halfway from the gate to the exit she pulled
me aside.  "Can we spend a couple minutes?"

   "Sure.  Are your folks waiting?" She nodded.  "We can't wait too long or
they'll send someone for you."

   "I just want to spend a couple minutes before..." she mumbled.

   "I know.  Me too," I said and I felt my eyes watering.  I was losing her
so quickly.

   "Don't do that.  I promised myself I wouldn't cry," she slapped my arm
which made both of us laugh.

   "Okay.  I won't."

   We sat just holding hands for a couple minutes.  "I have to go," she
said.  I nodded.  She leaned over and kissed me, a soft kiss of leave
taking.  "Thank you for everything.  I'll always remember you."

   "Thank you.  I'll always remember you."

   "You can wait here," she said, whether to make it easier on me or her I
don't know.  She stood, grabbed her backpack, wiped away a tear, laughed
and said, "Bye."

   I watched her walk away.  She looked back once and I saw her wipe
another tear.  Then she disappeared behind a wall of water covering my
eyes. When I could see again, I went on.  I thought about the future. 
Maybe I could see her again.  I did visit Seattle several times a year.  If
I was sneaky enough maybe no one would catch on.  Then I realized I didn't
have a telephone number or an address.  Just Angel.

   I was walking by a pub in the terminal as this realization sunk in.  I
grabbed a seat and ordered their largest ale.  I sat and sipped the ale
thinking about the angel who had flown into my life and just as suddenly
flown out.

   I looked at the ale watching the bubbles lazily float to the top.  Maybe
she was the reason the plane didn't crash.  We sure as hell were in a fix
with one dead engine and one not working right.  Maybe she really was my
Guardian Angel who came into my life to bring me so much joy.  I took
another sip and holding up the glass, said, "Goodbye, my Angel." I finished
the last of the ale, stood and headed to my meeting.



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