From Seattle to Phoenix,
By Montrose
A businessman finds a goddess in the friendly skies.


I hate air travel, so much so that when I travel it must be in the
overstuffed, pampered forward cabin, or I will not go at all. But one trip
stands out as well worth the first-class fare. I was on my way from Seattle to
Arizona to meet a new client. It was early August and I was not looking
forward to going to a hot desert. But the contract promised to make me rich,
so I packed my carry-on, drove to SeaTac Airport and made my way to the gate.

It was 6:00 AM, I was tired and the escalators were being repaired. The
elevator door was open, so I hopped in instead of taking the stairs. Just as
the doors where closing a pair of hands with perfect red nails clamped on to
each door and pushed them apart again. The woman who had pushed those doors
apart stepped in with the presence and power of a mighty feline huntress, and
fixed me in place with a glance of her green eyes. She stood 6' 3" tall (about
1.9 meters) in her thick black 2" heals. Her fuck-me-red business suit fit her
curvaceous form like a second skin - must have been hand tailored. She carried
a large, black handbag. The red and black made a nice contrast to her
cascading blonde hair. Her powerful legs ate up the ground from the doors to
me in one smooth stride.

She sizing me up. I backed up until I bumped the back wall, stalked by this
massive cat-woman. When she got so close her chest rubbed my collarbones and
her sweet breath puffed down onto my face, she spun around, dismissing me with
her back. She pressed a button and the elevator began moving. Once we had
moved about a half a floor, she pressed another button and we came to a
jolting stop.

Without turning she spoke, quietly. "On your knees."

I paused before answering. "Pardon?"

Her elbow crushed into my chest, driving the wind from my lungs and I
collapsed to my knees behind her as she had commanded. As I gasped for air, my
face rested against her well-rounded ass.

She lifted her tight red skirt. She was wearing nylons, not pantyhose. Her
garter belt was ornate and alone - no panties.

I obeyed my instincts and drove my face up her firm ass darting my tongue here
and there, tasting every round fleshy morsel.

"I knew you were a dog." She moaned from above. She bent over, tilting her
honey-haired clam my way. My hands roamed up her legs as my lips slipped into
her quim. She moaned and twisted on my face. I slipped my thumbs inside her as
my fingers slid through her blonde bush.

"Oh... good boy..." she whispered from on high. She used two long fingers to
spread her lips for me. "Put it here." She rubbed a spot with her middle
finger. I complied, licking the spot she indicated - softly - slowly - and she
shook so hard I thought the ripe fruit of her bosom would drop free. She had
to steady herself with a hand on the wall.

Emboldened by my success I unzipped my pants and stood, sliding the tip of my
throbbing log into her pulsating pussy.

In a blur of flesh and red she spun around and punched me in the eye. I
bounced off the far wall and fell back at her feet. My eye was already
swelling shut. I flinched, afraid she would kick me while I was down, but she
just stood over me with her fists ready.

"You touch me when I tell you to, how I tell you to. You got that?" She
snarled.

"Y-yes." I stammered from the floor.

She adjusted her skirt back down, shaking her hips to smooth it over her ass.
"Good." She spat, and she turned around and punched a button. The elevator
continued its trip.

I was just to my knees when the doors opened. There was a crowd of people,
mostly pilots, waiting to get on. When they saw the lady in red they stepped
aside, giving her an aisle wide enough to drive a car through. Every one of
them, including the few women present stretched their necks to watch her walk
by - and she gave them a good show. She passed through the crowd like a regal
tigress moving through the jungle, hypnotizing us with her rocking breasts and
ass, and the swing of her legs. The rhythmic clomp - clomp - clomp of her
heels on the tile floor set the pace for our hearts.

I got up and headed after her, but the crowd closed ranks and pushed their way
onto the elevator. I had to fight my way through. A couple of women were the
last to enter and it was all I could do to wedge a space between them. I got
stuck between the doors as they closed. I tried pushing them open like the
blonde woman had, but they didn't budge. Finally a woman on the elevator
pushed the open door button then kicked me out with her foot up my ass. The
elevator crowd burst into laughter as the doors closed.

Only then did I realize that my pants were still around my knees. I tucked
everything in and zipped up as I trotted to my gate.

A heavy man was at the counter getting a boarding pass. There was only one
other person waiting in line and who should it be but the lady in red! I got
in line behind her. "So we meet again." I ventured to say. She silenced me
with a glance.

The heavy man walked away. The blonde in red took my ticket and went up to the
counter. I followed, rather stunned. She looked at my ticket before handing it
to the little brunette behind the counter.

"His is an aisle seat in first class. I'll take that and you can give him the
window next to me." She said.

The girl looked up at me. I loved that aisle seat - always requested it. I
nodded assent. She could take my seat. At least I would be sitting next to
her.

We got our passes and stepped aside. The tigress-woman pointed to a chair and
I sat down. She dumped her purse on my lap, then she walked away to talk on
her cell phone, ignoring me. I (and everyone else waiting for the plane)
watched her prowl back and forth as she talked. The rocking of her hips and
the sway of her breasts under that tight red business suit hinted at power
beyond muscle. Hers was the power of a goddess. Her confidence and love for
her own form were evident in every move and at every moment. She was a work of
art on thick black heels - and she placed her own value at priceless.

When it came time to board she was first. The heavy guy bumped me out of the
way to follow her, and I was next. We were the only passengers traveling first
class. In fact, the entire plane held no more than 10 passengers. No one goes
to Arizona in August unless they have to.

The first class attendant is a shapely little lady in her late twenties. The
big blonde dwarfs her, but still a good looking girl in her own right. I watch
as she escorts the big blonde to her (my) seat near the back of the cabin. It
is obvious to me she is not immune to the woman's charms. At least she's not
catty or green with envy, I think to myself. Next she greets the heavy guy.
She is business-like with him, showing him to his seat near the front of the
cabin. When she greets me she shows almost as much enthusiasm as she had for
the lady in red - she even takes my hand in a more-than-friendly embrace as
she escorts me to my seat. Only when she realizes that I'm sitting next to the
amazon does she look a bit crestfallen. Her hand slips from mine as she
gestures to my seat by the window.

"Would you or your husband care for a pillow, drink, or _anything_ else before
we take off?" she asks the lady in red.

The big woman doesn't look up from her magazine, but replies. "That is not my
husband. Bring me two bottles of red wine."

"Yes, miss." The girl replies dutifully. I venture to caress her ass as she
squeezes past me in the aisle. She lingers to let me do it and smiles up at me
with a wink. Her hand very gently passes over the front of my pants, which
have been home to a raging boner ever since I first saw the lady in red.
"Glory." She whispers before she hurries off for our wine. I ponder my chances
of getting into the mile-high club with that one.

The big blonde pinches my ass and I jump and turn around to face her. She has
a wry smile on her classically beautiful face as she tells me, "Take your
seat, dog."

Her legs are long and take up quite a bit of space, even in first class, but I
manage to step over them with one leg. She reaches up as I am straddling her
and grabs my sack with a firm grip. I let out with an audible whimper. She
chuckles, then runs her long fingers up and down the outside of my trousers,
driving my erection to new heights. She pats my log and signals with a nod
that I may continue stepping over her. I do, with some difficulty, adjusting
my red-hot poker before sitting down in the overstuffed chair.

The attendant returned just then with our wine - short airline bottles holding
a couple of glasses worth each - and showed a label to the blonde. She doesn't
bother reading it. "Open it." She says.

"Yes, Miss." the attendant complies. As she works the cap off the first
bottle, the blonde runs her hand up the girl's leg! My mouth drops open as I
watch the girl's hands begin to tremble and her cheeks flush. The amazon
slides her fingers up the attendant's uniform skirt - her arm disappears up to
the elbow.

The attendant is forced to lean against the seat in front of us as she starts
to pant and her eyes roll back in her head. The blonde grabs the bottles just
as they slip from the girl's trembling hands and tosses them to me. I drain
the open one as I watch the show. The blonde guides the girl onto her lap and
softly lays her across both of our laps. She opens her uniform top and exposes
her pert bosom. The blonde winks at me, inviting me to join in. My hands roam
from massaging the girl's head and neck down to her erect nipples. I lean over
and run laps around them with my tongue.

The lady in red uses one hand to drive the attendant to orgasm as she
convulses on our laps. As the attendant arched her back and gasped I dropped a
pillow over her face just in time to muffle her scream of ecstasy. (The heavy
guy up front craned his head around at the noise, but he was too fat to look
all the way back and too lazy to stand up and look.)

I was amazed and truly honored to witness this display, this mastery of the
human form. My respect for this mysterious lady in red instantly doubled. She
took no time at all to take that girl apart right there on our laps - she was
putty. The big woman opens the second bottle of red wine and hands it to the
attendant as she sits up. The attendant drains her bottle in one pull.

Still sitting on the amazon's lap with her skirt up to her waist, the
attendant tries to straighten her hair as she asks, "Is there anything else I
can get for you before take-off - anything at all." As she says this last
part, she slips to her knees in the aisle and begins to migrate her hands up
the big woman's muscular thighs.

The big blonde stops the hands with a touch. "Just more wine, for now. I'll
call for you later." She whispered sweetly. The girl stood all full of hope,
and afterglow, and a warm wine buzz.

As she skipped up the aisle the heavy guy asked for a beer. She tossed him a
six-pack to keep him quiet. He looked astonished to see her skirt raised to
her waist, but he was more interested in the beer.

During take-off (on time, which improved my mood even more) the magnificent
blonde reached over into my lap like she was taking a handful of popcorn at a
movie. She let herself in, unzipping my pants and sliding her hand into my
pants like a serpent. She located my blue-steel throbber and raked her perfect
red nails up my shaft. A chill went up my spine and I wanted to undo my
seatbelt and leap all over her. As if she was reading my mind, she tightened
my seatbelt with her other hand, as tight as it could go, pinning me in my
seat.

"I bet you're awfully proud of this." She said as she squeezed my cock. I was
frozen, ready to burst out of my skin, but afraid to move and ruin it. "You
should be. It's very big... very thick. I'll bet it scares most girls. I would
worry about getting all stretched out on it." She slid her fingers around the
head of my shaft, coaxing out a small wad of sperm - my spine trembled to hold
back. She gathered my jiz in her hand and pulled it out. She showed me a palm
full of my own goo, then she raised it to her full mouth and licked more than
half of it up. (I was reminded of the legendary Kung-Fu masters who are able
to pull your heart from your chest and show it to you before you die.) Her
tongue was surprisingly long and thick, and fueled my imagination just that
much more.

She slipped her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed with her eyes closed.
A droplet of my dew landed on her full, red bottom lip. I wanted to lick it
off, but the punch in the elevator played back in my mind (it was just painful
enough to remind me to obey). She eventually opened her eyes again and smiled
"Delicious!" she purred and she licked the drop from her lip. Then she held
her palm up to my face. "Try some."

I had no choice and didn't even hesitate before lapping my own sperm out of
her hand like a puppy lapping up milk. It was not to my liking, but I
swallowed just the same. She continued smiling at me as she cleaned her hand
on my shirttail.

"You are such a dog." She chuckled, "a well hung dog, but a dog
none-the-less." Then she turned back to her magazine. She didn't seem to mind
that I kept staring at her, roaming my eyes up and down her body, imagining
myself ripping her clothes away and mashing my rod against every fleshy bit I
uncovered...

Once take-off was complete the attendant parked the snack cart next the heavy
guy and came back to us with an armload of red wine. The big blonde wordlessly
took the wine and dumped it with a clatter on my lap. Then she savagely pulled
the attendant onto her lap and they locked in a passionate embrace, like long
parted lovers. I was very jealous, but grateful to be present. In moments the
attendant's skirt and panties were in the aisle and she was humping the
amazon's leg as they kissed. She tried to open the big woman's blouse but was
rebuked. Confused the attendant looked up into the woman's green eyes - the
blonde answered by placing her powerful hands on the attendant's shoulders and
shoving down. The girl sank to the floor between the big woman's knees.
Instantly her head disappeared up the woman's fuck-me-red skirt. I drained
another bottle in one gulp.

It was tight between the seats so, eventually, as the lady in red squirmed,
the attendant wound up on her knees in the aisle. The red skirt rode higher
and higher until it was little more than a belt and the blonde honey-pot was
once more in view. The girl had the big woman panting and writhing. The amazon
ripped off the business suit top and tossed it into the seats behind us. The
thin white blouse still hid her massive jugs, but could barely constrain the
protruding nipples.

She mashed and pulled at her own chest, then she invited my hands over to
help, but always from outside the blouse. She thwarted my every attempt to
unbutton the garment. Through the cloth I could see (and feel) she wore no
bra. Her high riding breasts were magically supported. God and all the angels
themselves had the honor of holding those babies way up firm and high.

"Thank you, Goddess." I whispered and I pinched and fondled her breasts.

I don't know how long the two of us worked that big woman over, but when she
came it was in several violent convulsions of her long agile torso. For a
moment I thought she would rip the seats from the floor with her gyrating. Not
a moan escaped her sneering lips. But a yelp escaped mine as she bit into my
arm during her peak. And the attendant began to yell from her groin when the
woman clamped her powerful thighs shut, crushing her head. But her yells where
muffled by the big woman's glazed, meaty muff.

When she relaxed, we relaxed, and again we paid reverence. We were in the
presence of a sexual goddess - or demon - one who could go places we only
dreamed of. And one who could take us there whenever she pleased.

We all three basked in the warmth of her afterglow, drinking the cheap airline
wine and fondling her playfully, thoughtfully, as she allowed. She was leaning
back on me while the girl massaged her feet (having removed her shoes to
expose perfectly manicured nails, red of course). Suddenly she raised her hand
and pulled my face down onto hers, and she kissed me. The plane could have
gone into a nose dive and I would not have noticed, her kisses sent me
reeling so.

She rubbed her shoulder blades back and forth over my pounding stiffy. "Poor
puppy." She whispered in mock sympathy. "Him wants to get off." And she stuck
her lower lip out in imitation of a sad pout. I blushed beet-red. The
attendant at her feet giggled. The big woman laughed, enjoying my misery.

Then she whispered seductively. "How would you like to fuck me, hmm? Right
here, right now? Does that sound fun, dog-boy? You wanna rip me open with that
big cock?" And I swear her eyes did twinkle.

"Oh god yes! Please." I snarled and I started to get up.

But she pushed my back into my seat with one hand. "Down, Tarzan." Then she
tore my heart out - "I was only curious. I mean, you don't really think I'm
gonna let you wreck my sweet pussy with that massive log do you? Get real! You
are FREAKISHLY large!"

Like I said, she had confidence and loved her own form - and she placed her
own value at priceless.

"But..." I stammered and my voice cracked.

"Hmmmm...." The attendant moaned in the aisle and tried to sneak a peak at my
crotch.

"Oh don't cry." She patted my face. "Here." She pulled the attendant off her
feet and brought her face up to her still exposed, wet muff. "You can have
this one." The attendant's eyes where just visible over the big woman's meat,
but the joy they expressed was unmistakable. "Just go out in the aisle and
take her from behind. I'll keep her face busy up here." She said as she
stroked the girl's hair.

And the girl was delighted to be treated like this! Such was the power of this
tigress - this goddess.

I stepped over both of them and made my way to the girl's ass. Dropping to my
knees I slipped my hog's leg between her thighs and slid it a few times over
her lap-lips to give her fair warning of what she was in for. She tensed up
with fear, but still was game. The amazon was ready and stuffed the girl's
face in her muff to hide the screams as I rammed my meat home the first few
times.

As I hammered away the blonde passed little bottles of wine to me over the
girl's back. By the third bottle I was losing control and ready to blow my
load. The girl had tears in her eyes but kept urging me on to harder strokes.

All through the time I fucked that girl it was the lady in red that kept my
attention. She pursed her lips for me and hefted her tits for me, always
teasing me, always beyond my reach. I crammed my meat even harder, ever
faster. I noticed that with every thrust I pushed the attendant's face into
the amazon's muff, and the amazon was reacting to this rhythm. I started
timing my strokes not to please the girl on the floor, or myself, but to
please the lady in red. She bounced and writhed on the girl's face as I
hammered it into her bush.

Her back arched and she guided the face we were using so that the nose made
just the right contact with each vibrating thrust. Her long legs began to kick
wildly and her breath came in bursts - holding it now and then and then
gasping as waves of pleasure wracked her magnificent frame.

Finally she opened the buttons to her white blouse - the blouse that had
remained the only barrier between her breasts and the lesser world I
inhabited.

When she opened the blouse, out bounced the two most perfect orbs in the
universe. They bobbled about, waiving erect nipples back and forth like
flagpoles on Jell-O-mountains. She sank her fingers into those orbs and
moaned. Her nipples peaked playfully out from between her fingers. When she
came the girl on the floor sputtered and gulped the sweet nectar.

I instantly shot my load deep into the girl that separated us. I rammed, and
her face mashed into the amazon's muff, and the amazon arched her back and
rubbed her bush hard on that face, giving herself another thrill as I
saturated that girl's insides with hot juice.

I pulled out and shot my last round into the air. The amazon watched it arch
up and then back down into the girl's hair, inches from her own clam. We
shared a laugh as I wiped my cock on the attendant's discarded skirt, then
climb over her to get closer to the goddess, to thank her. The goddess
beckoned me to approach. I shoved the girl's face down to the floor, replacing
it with my own. The attendant struggled between my thighs, but I was too heavy
for her. I kissed the goddess's gooey quim and thanked her over and over for
showing me such favor.

Suddenly, the girl found some leverage and raised up. My face hit the floor.
She held my hips in the air and brought them down hard over her knee, racking
me - crushing my nuts on her leg! When she dropped me I went fetal in the
aisle. She stood and stomped on my ribs with her stiletto heals twice before
going back to kicking me in the balls! Her attack was ruthless! Here I was
twice her size, but completely overwhelmed.

Mercifully, the goddess stepped in. She took the attendant's hand and guided
her onto her lap.

"Where you mad when he pushed you away from my clit, honey?" she purred
soothingly.

"Yes, miss." Snarled the suddenly hell-catish little girl. I gasped for air -
unable to move from the floor.

"You'll have to forgive him. He's just a stupid dog." The girl seemed appeased
more by the tender fondling she was receiving from the woman than by her
words.

"Yes... oh god yes... miss... oh... thank you." She panted. And again they two
were lost in a passionate embrace.

Then the pilot's voice announced our imminent landing.

"Shit!" spat the girl.

"Go do your job, honey." Whispered the lady in red.

The girl got up and kicked me in the ass saying, "Back in your seat and buckle
up, shit-pile!" She stepped over me, got dressed, and returned the snack cart
before taking her seat.

I limped under the amazon's legs and up into my seat.

After landing the lady in red was off the plane in a flash. I had more trouble
moving with all my recent injuries. Even the pilot made it off before me. The
attendant and I were the last ones on the plane. She stomped her foot at me
and I jumped, falling backwards between the seats - cowering. She blocked me
in, pushed me farther to the floor with her foot on my chest and said,
"Welcome to the mile-high club, stud." I only stared up at her from the floor.
"You know," she continued, "you're welcome to come back and fly me anytime.
Just don't get between me and anything else I want." She leaned over and shook
her little fist in my battered face at this last part.

"Y-yes, miss. Yes." I stammered. It didn't matter that she was only 5'4" in
heals (about 1.6 meters), and more curvy than powerful. She was a hell-cat in
a fight - more than I ever wanted to tangle with again. The bitch was tough
for a girl of just over 100 pounds (about 47 kilograms).

Eventually, she let me up. "Bye-bye now." She waved cheerfully up at me. I
limped away muttering words of thanks for her kindness. By the time I got off
the plane, the tigress was gone.

That night I used a bit of makeup to cover some of my facial bruises and went
to call on my rich client. His butler let me in and deposited me in the
sitting room.

Moments later he wheeled in an aging man with a handlebar mustache - an
old-style oil tycoon forced into a wheelchair by long hours and rough living.
He offered me a brandy and wanted to sit and talk before we got down to
business. We were getting along fine when he offered to introduce me to his
wife who apparently had come into the room behind me. I stood and turned to
take her hand, expecting an equally decrepit lady.

But this old man was richer than I had imagined for the trophy-wife of his
choosing was no less than the goddess - the lady in red. I stammered and
sputtered. Apparently she wasn't priceless, just worth billions.

"So pleased to meet you. I trust my husband is treating you well." She said
lifting her hand to my lips as I stared at her, mouth open. She was dressed to
do some light gardening and looked for all the world like the full-grown
daughter of Mother Nature.

The old man laughed at me. "Don't worry boy. Everyone's taken back when they
first meet my honey-bear. Ain't a man alive can keep his composure - 'least
not one I've met."

I kissed her hand before she left, and her husband made me rich. Now several
times a year I have cause to visit this client and stay in his spare rooms
where the tigress (with the help of one or two spare chambermaids) enriches my
life in ways that only a goddess can allow.