Oriel, part 13
by Joe Rathbun
ORIEL + ALLEN + MONA

                   ORIEL'S "MID-AIR COLLISION"
                           WITH ALLEN

While all that was going on in the Airline company's Airport
Offices, an Allen Rathburn was among the airport terminals and
parking areas, in that never-ending Florida heat and humidity,
doing his job consisting of lugging piles of luggage on a
hand-truck. He was a "Sky-Cap", same thing as a Porter in the days
of the train.

With a certain base pay, the remainder of his pay depended on tips
he would receive from the folks whose bags he carried. As in any
other tip-oriented job, people tip anywhere from lavishly to not
at all.

He usually was carrying baggage from the arriving flights level to
either personal cars or rental cars, and at other times, from
either personal cars or rental cars to the departing flights level.
The work therefore consisted of a lot of pushing, pulling and
lifting, and all in the oppressive Florida heat and humidity.

Some people he carries luggage for are quiet, others are talkative.
The talkative ones often talk about interesting things that get
Allen to thinking. After all, he deals with people from all parts
of the U.S. and beyond. He picks up all kinds of interesting bits
and pieces of knowledge.

Allen had just finished carrying luggage for just such a talkative
fellow who seemed to know quite a bit about computer graphics. He
and his Wife and Child were very friendly. He had just waved his
final good-byes to them, and was lost in thought. While thinking,
he unconsciously took a few steps back while he put the rather
generous tip he had received from them away. Then, like a bolt from
the blue...

P L O W W W ! !

A large, heavy object smashed into him from behind, sending him
sprawling to the ground! Allen began to get up, shaking his head.
He mumbled, "Wow, a truck hit me!"

Then he heard "OH! I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY, I'M SORRY!" A woman's
melodic but agitated voice sounded from behind. As Allen "picked"
himself off the sidewalk, he managed to look up and behind...
"WOW!.. WHOA!" Allen blurted out.

She continued, "I'm SO SORRY! I was lost in my own little world
and didn't watch where I was going..." but Allen was hardly paying
attention to what she said! He just stayed there on the ground
while his eyes feasted on this beauty! BIG and TALL and SHAPELY,
man oh man, with beautiful big brown eyes, and dark-brown or black
smooth hair under her Pilot's Cap... yes, this Major Babe was a
Pilot! Dressed in a sharp, black, Airline Pilot's uniform complete
with shoulder insignia and crisp mid-length skirt, she was
magnificent! And tall, OH! So tall! She was taller than Allen
himself, and HE was 6 feet even! And not just tall, but big and
shapely to go with it.

Allen sat there absolutely amazed! He could not move! She continued
to rattle off apologies with Allen hardly aware of what she was
saying except that her voice was also beautiful! Not screechy, yet
solid and melodic, she perhaps could make a great singer. "I'm SO
SORRY! I just wasn't watching where I was going. I was thinking of
my own little problems and just, just, Oh, I'm SO SORRY... Are you
hurt? Here, let me help you up..."

She extended arms to Allen, she got a grip on him and with hardly
any effort at all on her part, whisked him off that sidewalk just
like that! "WOW!!" thought Allen to himself, "she's also STRONG!"

She continued, "I'm so sorry about this! Are you alright? Is there
anything I can do to make it up to you?"

Without thinking, just automatically, Allen blurted out, "Yes, go
out with me..."

The big pilot babe blinked her pretty brown eyes, and just looked
at Allen who was still leaning on her arms looking up at her. She
smiled wryly... "Are you sure!?"

The normally shy Allen surprised HIMSELF that he had said what he
said. He stammered out, "Well uh, well, uh, um... YES, BY GOLLY,
YES!" Allen finally strengthened his resolve to "shoot down"
shyness, his worst enemy when it comes to women, especially
dream-babes like this one! "YES, DEFINITELY, if you have any time
off, I would like to take you... OR YOU TAKE ME, it doesn't
matter... but I know the area. You're so BIG and TALL... Do you
like out-doors stuff? I would like to take you canoeing and
swimming at Wekiva Springs..."

The big Pilot Babe interrupted, "Now, now, hold on, take it easy!
You're shaking like a leaf in the wind! Your voice is quivering...
come on, I'm not going to... to... well, harm you or anything just
because you ask me out. I wish whatever it is about this society
that makes it so hard to make friends with the opposite sex would
go away. It's probably just a bunch of ancient taboos and stuff,
from silly, old religions that do not apply anymore..." She smiled
warmly at Allen, who, STILL in her arms, was indeed quivering.

He was the cutest little (little to her, that is) guy that Oriel,
yes, ORIEL, ever saw. His open face was clinging on every word she
said. Already she had warm feelings for him. She felt her genital
begin to burn a little bit. His head was just about the right
height to lay on her bosom if he wanted, or she wanted! And she was
awfully tempted to push his head to her bosom and give this bashful
guy a BIG, reassuring squeeze! 

She reassured, "Look, I will be DELIGHTED to go with you anywhere
you say..." She hesitated, looked around... "Let's go over there,
too many people here..."

Indeed, people were walking to and fro, lugging bags, and they were
just about in the middle of them... some would look and sometimes
smile at the two of them who appeared to be hugging. Some viewers
may have been fascinated by the sight of this striking, big, tall
woman-pilot with a smaller man.

That big Pilot Babe led Allen by the hand to a little more private
setting. By now, Allen would follow her ANYWHERE! The main walk-
way connecting the airport terminal buildings with the parking lot
was flanked on both sides by a lush, tropical garden. The airport
maintained it for the pleasure of visitors and users of the
airport. It contained several places where one could stand aside,
partially hidden by foliage. That's what Allen and his new-found
big babe needed for now.

Then they stood among tall, tropical trees and shrubs, away from
main-stream view at least. Allen still held on to her arms.

Big Pilot Babe continued, "If you want to take me to this... what
was it... some kind of springs?... if you want to take me there to
swim and canoe, I'd be DELIGHTED! Just name the day... well, for
an outing that big, I'm off on Mondays... but I am certainly
available this evening and the evening of, not tomorrow but the
next day. How about it?"

She smiled sweetly to Allen, to reassure and comfort him.
Unconsciously, he was in her arms again. She pursed her full,
pretty lips and gently "blew" him a kiss...

He felt oh so warm inside, and more at ease...

"Gosh, she's so tall! I have to look UP to her" he thought. Then
he said, "Well, um, I'm off on those two days too. We'll go on
Monday. The earlier, the better. What time can you get up?"

But instead of answering, the Babe complained, "Wow, that far off?
Today's Wednesday... that's 3... 4 days from now. That sounds like
a great outing, but I want to do something with you NOW! What time,
TODAY, do you get off? I'm gonna take you to my place!"

She said that in a declaring, authoritative tone. Nothing could
have thrilled Allen more! "Well I... I... I get off at, um, four,
yes, four P.M."
"Can you wait around here until about five? I have some paper-work
to do about a flight I just completed, plus a meeting that I
requested. If I don't get here right at 5, don't worry, the meeting
or report preparation just took longer than I thought."
"S... sure! Anything! I'll wait for you forever!" Allen happily
said!

She was beginning to take control of this situation, because for
one, it was in her dominant nature, and for the other, he was too
shy and unsure of himself to do so. His blue eyes gazing into hers,
his quivering beginning to ease, his clinging on to her every word,
and now beginning to "melt" in her arms so that he was leaning on
her heavily... she just couldn't stand it any longer... he was just
too cute, too cuddly!

Suddenly, she pressed his head onto her breast, and gave him a
long, loving squeeze! She wrapped her arms around his slender body
and felt it over. Then she began to wrap one of her big, long, well
muscled legs around him too, pressing his body into her crotch...
"Ummm!" she could only mutter. She felt her genital burning, and
beginning to get wet. She felt over his body... it was lean and
hard, with definite but not huge muscles. Unconsciously, she began
to slowly "pump", thrusting her hips so that her vagina would rub
his body. Conservatively dressed in a mid-length skirt, part of the
Uniform for that Airline company's Lady Pilots, it took a lot of
pressing to so distort the dress. Her vagina made contact with his
body through the material of the skirt...

"OHH! MANNN! OH!!" she moaned, "I gotta stop! Can't do this here!"
With a great effort, she pushed herself away from him. "OOHHH! MAN!
WHEW! Look, I'll see you later, okay? You better be here, or I'm
comin' after you!" she declared, like an order! If this were a
cartoon, Allen would be drawn with smoke coming out of his ears!
He could only say, "Yes Ma'am!"

Allen felt something wet along his side, starting at above his
belt, extending to somewhat below it. He looked down to see that
there were, indeed, wet spots, running up and down his side. "I
wonder what that is?" said Allen, wondering, when did he spill
something on himself. She looked down too.

"Oh no! Dam!" she exclaimed when Allen himself ALSO noticed the
large wet area on the front of her skirt at about the level of her
crotch. She continued, "Gaul-dammit, I forgot about that! Now what
the hell am I gonna do? Looks like I wet all over myself!"

Allen laughed a bit then said, "Where do you think that came from?"
Then SHE laughed, "You knuckle head, don't you know nothin'!? I was
turned ON by you, man! I got carried away! It's been three whole
days since last time I... er... well... Its just that I'm so horny
and you're so gaul-danged cute! My cunt wants to EAT YOU UP! It's
DROOLING!"
"Drooling?" asked Allen.
"Gosh, you really DON'T know anything do you? When a gal gets
aroused like I was just then, her cunt gets wet. And I REALLY was
aroused, and still am! Not to mention, not wearing any undies
doesn't help either!"

She couldn't help smiling, even giggling at this somewhat naive
Allen. "You mean, you don't wear any under-wear?" asked Allen,
surprised.
"No, NEVER have! Undies chafe my cunt and makes it aroused. Not
wearing any undy-pants allows my cunt to air out and stay dry.
Especially in THIS kind of weather. I'm just not accustomed to it.
Nobody knows, so what's the difference? Okay boy? Now do you
understand?"
" yes " he replied shyly.

Allen understood now! He was in the arms of an over-sexed maniac!
And this Amazon babe wanted his body!

She took another look at the wet area. It was large and obvious.
She continued, in a more serious tone, "Really now! What AM I gonna
do?! It looks like I really did pee all over myself! And I've got
a meeting to go to... If only I could get to the airline offices,
I could get a skirt from my bags"
"Maybe I can walk just in front of you to the Continental Airlines
place.", Allen suggested.
"It looks like that's just what I'm going to have to do! Is that
okay with you? Aren't you on duty?"
"I have a break coming up." Allen said. Then he added, jokingly,
"Boy, lucky for YOU I came along! I sure solved THAT problem,
didn't I!?"
She replied jokingly and sarcastically, "Yeah, right! The problem
YOU made! Ya cute little woman hooker!" She smiled at Allen, then
gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Well, let's go!"

She allowed Allen to take up a position in front of her to hide
her skirt's wet spot and began to go. Then she thought of something
and stopped, "Wait! I got so excited, I didn't know what I was
doing... I forgot to ask your name... what IS your name?"
"Allen, Allen Rathburn. I live east of here, on route 15, in the
country a little ways, with my parents. What's your name?"
"Live with your parents, eh? Somehow, that figures. My name
officially is Soo Yan-O, but you can call me Oriel!"

"Oriel! That's pretty!" Allen proclaimed. "But where did you get,
what was that, Soo Yan-O?"

Oriel laughed, "Strange name, isn't it? I am a Ute Indian from
south-west Colorado. But I'm also one quarter Korean. My natural
Father was a Korean who himself was one-half Korean and one half
French. Anyway, my Mom gave me a Korean name I guess because she
really adored that part French Korean guy. But I would have
preferred an Indian name."
"Where is your Father now?"

Oriel of course gave him the answer her Mother explained to her and
once to Alex.

After her answer, Allen commented, "Golly, an Indian woman! And
part French and Korean! What an interesting combination of
heritages! But what ever your heritage, you have got to be the
biggest, sexiest and prettiest woman I've EVER seen!"
"Mmmm! And this big, sexy woman is gonna eat you up if we don't
get going now. Lets go. That meeting is in 45 minutes."

They began walking. "I can get a skirt from my baggage. The only
problem is they're all mini skirts... and short for that even! That
meeting will have a bunch of those stuffy old military men. Oh
well, I'll just have to tell them I had a little... um... accident.
No! I'll tell 'em I have a little imp boy friend! Hah-hah-hah!"

Allen laughed, holding his thumb up in a gesture of agreement.

They went to the offices and to the locker where her baggage would
be. Oriel changed to one her famous mini-skirt outfits. A gleaming
white, extra short mini-skirt, it was dramatic on her dark,
reddish-brown skin. "Such a gorgeous Amazon!" Allen thought.

Leading Allen by the hand, Oriel came to a lady's rest-room where
she would change to the clean skirt. "Alright Allen, I think you
better go back now, your break-time is probably over. Now you be
there! Be in that garden we were just in, at five-sharp or maybe
just before. It's seems to be a relaxing, pretty spot, so you can
just stroll around while waiting for me!"
"Yes, Oriel. But I wish I could stay with you..." he started to
say when Oriel interrupted, "Well, I wish you could stay too! You
have NO IDEA how much I want to drag you into this lady's room,
tear all your clothes off and... and... just MESS with you! Now run
along! We'll work it out at my hotel tonight!"

Authoritative and disciplined, Oriel had control. He could only
say, "Okay Oriel, I'll be waiting for you, bye!" Oriel quickly
pursed her lips and "blew" him a departing kiss.

There were people walking about, so it was no place for a big hug
and kiss! Then she disappeared into the lady's rest-room, and he
was on his own. As he made his way out of the offices and back to
the airport terminal buildings, he was completely lost in thought.




The rest of the day, he was off in another world. It was one of
those situations, where someone would ask Allen something, or just
say something to him, and he would respond vacantly, "Uh, what? Beg
your pardon?" and so on. He would go the wrong direction sometimes,
even forget where he was. "She's taking me to her hotel! What's it
going to be like? I'm going to have to call my parents to tell them
I will be late." ...And on and on and on...

It was beginning to look like to Allen that 4 P.M. would NEVER
come, but it finally did. Now he could be alone with his thoughts.
He arrived at the garden and walked around, excited in the
anticipation of Oriel's arrival.

"Hi ya Allen! Let's go!" came the welcome sound of the strong and
melodic voice of Oriel. Allen turned and saw big, tall Oriel in
her white mini-skirt, her face beaming with a friendly, inviting
smile just for him!

Big and tall with perfect posture, she was the very picture of
beauty and strength combined! The way she walked, light, free and
"breezy", with striding steps, belied her 250 plus pounds
body-weight.

"We'll take YOUR car," Oriel suggested, "I don't have one here, you
know, a pilot is never in one place for very long, always living
in hotels, out of suitcases and taking a bus or taxi!" Oriel was
headed down the walkway, away from the terminal buildings out
toward the parking area.

"Uh... wait a minute..." Allen had to say, "I don't have a car
either, uh... I commute by bicycle."
"Oh! Do you?! I see! I have always used bicycles for commuting too!
But do you cycle dressed in that? It looks hot!" she said, noting
his sky-cap uniform.

Allen replied, "No, I usually change to old clothes, but they're
too grungy, I didn't want to meet you dressed like that."
"Oh, I see. Don't worry about things like that. Go ahead and change
to your comfortable clothes then we'll have to take a taxi out of
here. Dang! Pity I don't have a bicycle here! I'd love to ride with
you!"
"Nah, you wouldn't like riding a bicycle into Orlando anyway. They
have no bicycle routes. We will take the taxi and I'll pay."
"No I'll pay. Now let's hurry up. Change to your clothes and lets
go."
"They're awfully... well, not cruddy... let's just say casual."
"I told you that's okay. Heck, I'm gonna rip 'em off you anyway
when we get to my hotel!"
"You're going to rip them off?"
"Yeah! You got a problem with that? Can you get naked with a woman?
I'm gonna get naked too!"
"I... I... don't think... that is, I've never done it like that...
well never mind! There's a first time for everything!"
"Great! Let's go!"
"Wait, I wonder if a taxi can take a bicycle? When I go home..."
"Is your bicycle securely locked?"
"Yes but..."
"Then don't worry. You'll be spending all night with me. I'll bring
you back here, by taxi. I have to be here anyway for my Paris run."
"You going to let me stay with you all night?"
"You must! Anyway, it's what we both want! We both got the juice,
so we'll just go and squeeze ourselves all night, okay?!"
"Wow, man!"

They headed back into the airport terminal building. They went
under the terminals, where the rental cars are returned. They went
on past them, into the central "core" of it all; a building
underneath and "within" the big building they were under. There,
were the lockers for the belongings of airport workers.

He opened his locker. Oriel was expecting it to be full of stuff.
But when he opened it, on two hangers hung a tattered sleeveless
t-shirt full of holes, and a very brief pair of shorts. Actually
the shorts was a bikini. As soon as Oriel saw how skimpy those
clothes looked, her big brown eyes became even bigger! "Wow, do
you... are you gonna wear those!?"

Allen, seemingly unaware of the effect on Oriel, simply said, "Yes,
I told you they were grungy. They are meant only to get me here and
back home on the bicycle. Are they okay?"
Oriel, almost breathless, said, "Okay!? 'Are they okay?' he says!
You put them on RIGHT NOW! I want to see THIS!"

Allen, now beginning to be aware that Oriel might be interested in
this, went into a men's rest-room to change. When he came out,
Oriel's big brown eyes, wide as can be, looked him up and down,
feasting on that sight!

His leg muscles, well defined and supple, rippled each time he took
a step. His tummy, like a tanned wash-board, was lean and hard.
His ample, well muscled butt filled up those bikini shorts to
capacity! The material couldn't help but creep into the deep
cleavage between his buns. That caused significant portions of butt
to be exposed. And his well formed chest stretched out all the
wrinkles in that full of holes, sleeveless t-shirt. Top that off
with well defined shoulders and well muscled, but not real big,
arms and golden tan, and Oriel had a male beauty that she could NOT
keep her hands off!

Oriel approached Allen, and slid a finger under one of the holes
in his t-shirt, saying, "I like your uh... ventilation system!"

Oriel couldn't keep her eyes off him. Or her hands. There were few
other people around; great for her! With this giant woman breathing
heavily, she actually began to make Allen a little nervous.
Unconsciously, he kept backing away from her. But she cornered him
and began to place her hands on various interesting parts of his
succulent body.

"OOHH, WOW..." she could only say, "you just don't know... I gotta
have ya..."

She became more and more vigorous with her touching and feeling!
Her genital, burning, aching, demanding of the rest of her body
that SOMETHING be stuck into it, or at least against it, was so
wet now that it actually began to drip on the floor (since there
were no undies to stop it)!

Standing spread-legged, pressing Allen's body against hers, and
feeling over his entire body so vigorously that it actually began
to push him off his feet, Oriel lost control! "OOHH!! OOHH, MANNN!!
OOHH!..."
Heavy breathing and primeval sounds were all she could utter now!

Allen did not quite know what to do. This WAS exciting, it would
be to any man! But what if somebody came along and saw this?
Anybody happening along would see this statuesque woman in a tiny
white mini-skirt, cornering and even, one might think, sexually
molesting a somewhat smaller but well endowed, skimpily dressed
male! With her lustrous black locks now somewhat disheveled, her
mini-skirt having crept all the way up her big and long muscular
legs due to her spread-legged stance, and her hands all over a 75
percent naked guy, that would be an EYE-FULL!

She quickly looked around. Nobody. And there had not been anybody
for quite a while! Suddenly, just like that she grabbed Allen, just
about carrying him, charged into that men's room and into a stall.
Allen REALLY could not stop her! She was indeed STRONGER than he,
and her hands had a hold of him like vises!

"Come on, Oriel, what are you DOING!? You shouldn't be in HERE!"

But she paid little attention. Fumbling excitedly, she latched the
stall door. She pulled up her clingy skirt, and then, hugging Allen
tightly, wrapped one of her big legs around his body drawing him
hard against her sopping wet vagina. Her entire pubic area was wet!
With the skirt out of the way, she began pumping vigorously,
pushing her burning genital as hard as she could against Allen's
body. Rubbing her genital up and down feverishly on Allen's body,
it took about three seconds for her to come to a blasting orgasm
that had her screaming madly! In that man's rest-room! With it's
acoustically "alive" walls, with all that echo, she sounded loud
enough to be heard on the next planet! 

"OH MAN!... OH MY!..." she breathlessly said between panting gasps,
calming down, "OH that felt SOOO GOOD! Your BODY FEELS GOOD!"

As she used much tissue paper drying out her genital and pubic
area, she continued, "OH Man! I'm sorry about that Allen! But I
haven't fucked for almost four days and when I saw that body of
yours... well... I was GONE! Man! You're fuckin' good looking! And
you feel good too!"

Allen, a little stunned anyway, and still next to Oriel, hesitated
a couple seconds then said, "Huh! Man, you're something... You
know, that was like rape... had I been a woman and you a man, that
would have been rape..."
"Are you gonna turn me in?"
"Nah I'm just joking. That was interesting! I've always liked big
women! I like their magnificent beauty, their size, their raw
power! But I guess I have to be prepared for what that 'raw power'
can do!"
"That's right. At anytime, you can be taken advantage of... and
with an outfit like that you've got on... Oh! I just HAD to do
something! I couldn't have made it to my hotel until I did! Now
come along, let's get out of here before someone comes in. You're
gonna have to rinse out your little bitsy jogging shorts, they're
all wet!"

Allen looked down, indeed, the big woman's vagina thoroughly soaked
his brief jogging shorts in the front and side! His entire side and
side of his leg and front had her secretions all over!

"Come along now, Allen, I'll help ya!" Oriel said as she grabbed
some tissue paper and began to wipe her own secretions off his
body. She said after wiping most of it off, "Okay, there. Now
hurry, rinse those things off. I'm gettin' out o' here before some
guy comes in here. I'll wait for you outside."

She was about to unlatch the stall when Allen grabbed her arm
saying, "Wait! How am I going to ride the taxi, walk around your
hotel and everything with my shorts wet?"
"Don't worry about it!" she insisted, "It's getting dark, it want
be that noticeable! Just squeeze them out as much as you can. Now
hurry!"

Oriel let herself out the stall, listened carefully, took a peek
out the rest-room door, and seeing all was quiet, let herself out
to the hall.

Allen washed and squeezed his bikini shorts the best he could. But
of course, they were still damp. When he put them on, the thin
material clung to his tight, shapely tush that much more! Somewhat
ill-at-ease, he walked out to the hall and a waiting, big, tall
Oriel, gawking at his body.

"WOW! I LIKE THAT!" She whistled a "wolf-call" and slapped his
buns! The cracking sound of the slap echoed down the hallway!

"OWW!" exclaimed Allen. It really DID STING!

"Lets GO!" Oriel said and off they went, her hand grabbing his,
and his other hand rubbing the sting from his butt!

They arrived at the place the taxies are, waiting for travelers as
they came out of the terminals needing ground-transportation. Oriel
stopped suddenly. "Wait a minute, I think I see a friend of mine...
and her cab number... Wait here!" 

The taxis were lined up. As each traveler or group of travelers
came out, the next taxi in line would take them. Oriel walked down
amongst them to a particular taxi-cab. Sure enough, as Allen could
make out, a young looking gal with a great body and wavy black hair
was the driver. After a few words with her, Oriel came back to
waiting Allen. "Let's hang loose a few minutes 'till my buddy's
taxi comes up. It's not too busy now, so its going to be a while.
Let's go get some cokes in the terminal's restaurant there. They
have delicious old-fashioned fountain cokes!"

But Allen, aware of his tight fitting, skimpy bikini shorts, made
all the more clingy by dampness, said, "But wait, my shorts are
damp, I don't think I can go in there like this!"
"Yes you could! Ordinarily, I'd make you! You're a knock out and
its time you learn that! The only problem you'd have in there is
causing all the gals to bump into one another and into the walls
for they'd be too intent on looking over your body! But I need you
to stay here and watch for my buddy's cab. In case it comes up
before I get back, you need to catch her. Her name is Mona, in that
cab there.." said Oriel, pointing, "cab number 118!"
"Okay," Allen said, "I'll watch for it."
"Okay then. I'll be back in a few!"

After some time, Oriel returned, with cokes in hand. One was fairly
large, for Allen. Another appeared to be the size of a number 2
tub, like might be used for watering a horse! Allen looked with
amazement at that monster coke. "Well, I was thirsty!" Oriel said,
noting Allen's stare, "Besides, the whole thing is a DIET coke!
Well, has Mona's cab come yet?"
"It's two cabs away, and there are people getting into that one
now, so almost only one cab away."
"Good! We will just stand by a minute. I haven't seen her in a
while. She desires to become a Commercial Airlines Pilot too, but
she's having trouble breaking into it."

As soon as cab 118 came up, Oriel and Allen pounced on it before
anybody else could. There was not anybody else anyway, as the
people coming out of the terminal were thinning out. They come in
waves, as the big jets pull into the terminal and people disembark,
sometimes hundreds at a time.

Indeed, cab 118 was driven by a Woman, and nice looking one at
that. Allen's eyes feasted! She was the Arab Lady, Mona, still
driving a cab unable to acquire her first general aviation pilot's
job.

She got out to greet Oriel and have a look at Allen. Allen saw the
Lady Cabby, Mona, was quite shapely, and was wearing a clingy
tank-top that showed quite a portion of her tummy, with equally
close fitting, extra short denim shorts. On her head of long, wavy
black hair was one of those caps, like the stereo-typical New-York
Cabbies wear. And although not as tall as Oriel, she was big and
tall with muscles.

She looked Allen all over, like he was an item for sale in a store.
She could not keep her eyes off him. She finally said to Oriel,
"Say, he's nice! Any more from where he came from?"

Oriel smiled and said, "Well, I don't know yet! Any brothers,
Allen?"
Allen, made nervous by this, could only say, with a nervous laugh,
"No..."
"Gee! That's too bad!" said Mona loudly as she kept looking over
Allen, especially his butt.

Oriel, always alert to everything, noticed this, then finally said
to Mona, "Okay, okay, go ahead, whack his buns!"
Allen tried to say, "Oriel, NO..."
"You MEAN IT!?" asked Mona, paying no attention to what Allen was
trying to say.
"Sure, why not!"
"Oh BOY! This gonna be great..." exclaimed Mona.
Allen tried to say, "ORIEL...!"...

WHAP!!!

The loud crack of sound from the slap echoed off the terminal
building over head. And so for the SECOND time that evening, Allen
received another stinging blow to his rear! Allen protested as he
rubbed the sting from his butt, "Oriel! What's the matter with you
two!?"

Mona said to Allen, "Aw, chill out dude! You're just too dam sexy!"
But she wanted more! "Half off your taxi fare if you let me squeeze
him!"
Oriel said, "Hmmm! Okay, that sounds like a good deal! Go ahead,
give him a good squeeze and a feel!"
Allen started to say in protest, "Oriel, what do you think I am..."
but Mona grabbed him into HER surprisingly strong arms and DID
SQUEEZE, HARD! Allen really was unable to take in a breath!
Mona, in answer to Allen's uncompleted protest, said, "You're ONE
HELLUVA SEXY SQUEEZE, DUDE! Now stop fighting it!"

Mona continued to hug and feel over his body, especially his butt.
Her hands kneaded and pinched both his buns, sometimes painfully.
She was pressing him hard into her crotch, almost the way Oriel did
it, when a lot of whooping and hollering came from the other
Cabbies parked, waiting customers. Although plenty embarrassing to
Allen, it did not phase Mona who was thoroughly enjoying this!
Oriel just smiled!

Mona the Arab Lady became quite energetic in moving her hands all
over Allen's hard, lithe, well-formed body! Her hands toured all
over his butt and between his legs, in his crotch! She began
breathing heavy. She couldn't stop. Mona was not going to TRY to
stop. Allen began to wonder if Oriel was going to EVER stop her.

Deep inside, Allen felt this was exciting. But he was embarrassed
with all those others whooping and hollering, apparently enjoying
the show! That woman's hands all over his crotch did not help calm
him down either. But he put up with it even though he DID feel a
little bit like merchandise being bartered and sold.

But she became more and more feverish. Mona's fingers worked under
Allen's bikini shorts from the leg-side, and then she pulled it up,
and worked the material into the cleavage between his buns. In this
way, it looked like he was wearing a thong bikini. Then her hand
felt over his now bare bun, the side she uncovered. She WOULD have
to uncover the side facing those other cabbies! Their whooping and
hollering increased! One of them, who sounded like a woman, shouted
"Take them off!"

Oriel FINALLY said, "Okay, okay missy, it's getting late. Let's go
now."

It took a minute, and a lot of will-power from Mona, but she
finally pushed Allen away, saying, "OOHH! WOW! He feels GOOD!
Thanks!"

She left that bare bun the way it was, ALLEN had to pull his shorts
back to the normal wearing position! "TAKE IT OFF!" he heard from
those other cabbies, and again it sounded like a woman's voice!

They scrambled into the taxi, with Oriel and Allen in the back
seat. On the way to Oriel's hotel, Oriel and Mona engaged in
considerable conversation. They talked about Allen and how sexy he
is, as if he was not there.

And, all the while, Oriel's hand was constantly fondling Allen; on
his shoulder, back, and sometimes his leg, with Oriel's fingers
sneaking into Allen's crotch! Once she even dared find his penis
and gave it a pinch!

"ORIEL!..." Allen exclaimed, but Oriel paid no attention. She just
continued to yak away with Mona! Oriel seemed to be doing all this
almost unconsciously as she gabbed away with Mona.

They talked about their experiences with other men. Later they
talked of what they each had been doing. Mona was especially
interested in how Oriel's Commercial Pilot's career was going.
Oriel complained bitterly of not being given enough flying duties
in her position as Co-Pilot. In fact, that is what the meeting was
about that day, that SHE requested.

They talked so energetically and loudly, Allen's soft-spoken
sentences, if any at all, were often not noticed.

Indeed, Oriel and Mona were well matched. Both were interested in
flying, both liked men submissive and not conceited, both worked
out with weights whenever they could, and finally, both were
INTENSELY HORNY!



When they arrived at the hotel, Mona indeed halved the fare. Oriel
began to give Mona a tip. Mona saw another opportunity, asking,
"Let me have another squeeze on your honey there, and that'll do
for a tip!"

Allen, feeling like just a toy by now, was surprised when Oriel
asked HIM, "Well, how about it? Is that okay?"
"Well... um... Okay." Allen said.
"Okay! go for it, Mona!"

Mona piled out of that taxi, went to the side where Allen was, and
scooped him up in her arms. Her hands shot right back to his butt
and crotch, yes, even pulling up his shorts into the cleavage
between his buns again, BOTH SIDES this time! Mona became aroused
- panting heavily - she straddled Allen and began rubbing her
crotch on his leg. He was helpless in her grip.

Finally, Oriel interrupted, "Okay, okay, I tell you what, you be
here later tonight, after you get off, and we'll BOTH work on him!"

Mona was out of control. "OH! OHH! OH, MAN! I'M ABOUT TO COME! NOW!
Oh man! He's got a HARD ONE!... just let me unzip my pants, I...
I... OHH!... He don't gotta penetrate... OHH!.. OHH!..."

Mona's pelvis was thrusting back and forth powerfully, raking
Allen's leg with her crotch. The violent rubbing made his leg sore
and wet with female genital secretions.

Despite the potential for embarrassment, Allen was aroused by this.
His penis hardened out, pressing out a mound in his bikini shorts.
Mona stopped rubbing her crotch on his leg then fumbled desperately
for her zipper, moaning and groaning all the while... She finally
unbuttoned and un-zippered those very brief denim shorts. With the
fly so opened, her shorts slipped down a bit, revealing a bare, wet
genital framed with profuse hair. She, too, wore no underwear, the
habit she picked up from Oriel long ago.

She grabbed Allen's buns and pushed him into her crotch... the
mound in his shorts pressed partly into her genital. That's all it
took. Mona began screaming as orgasm swept violently through her
body! Out there in the street! Her screams echoed of the tall
buildings on either side of the street. It was dimly lit, and
nobody around, but perhaps curtains were twitching.

She was about to fall, taking Allen with her, when an understanding
Oriel caught her.

Panting and sweating, Mona could only exhale a "Ohh! Man! Wow!
Thanks! I needed that to get me... Ohh... whew!... through the rest
of this night!... Whew!"

Oriel asked, referring to Mona's pubic area, "You wanna go up with
us and use some tissue to wipe yourself off? Looks awfully wet!"
Mona answered, still catching her breath, and sweating, "No...
thanks anyway... whew! I got some kleenex in the cab, I'll use
that. So, you say I can come later tonight?"
"Sure can!" Oriel answered.

Allen thought to himself, "My gosh! What am I going to do with TWO
of these sex fiends after me!?"

Mona reached in through the window of her cab to grab a couple
kleenex to wipe off her vagina. She zippered up her shorts and with
friendly greetings with Oriel that included, "I'll see ya about
two, tonight!", finally entered the taxi and took off, continuing
her shift.

And just in the nick of time too. Down the side-walk a ways came
a group of people, mixed young men and young women. They just
missed the show!

"WOW" Allen exclaimed, "Good grief!"

Oriel laughed and said, "Well, Allen, you're just gonna have to
wear big ol' baggy pants and shirt if you want the gals to leave
you alone! You're just too sexy and cute! Now lets go! I've shared
you enough for now!"

Allen's brief shorts were wet, AGAIN, in the front right around
his penis as was his leg. He thought, thank goodness its dark.
However, towering above them across from the cheap hotel were
low-rent apartment buildings. Who knows what eyes viewed that show
from behind twitching curtains!