Oriel, part 17 by Joe Rathbun LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, THIS IS ORIEL, YOUR CAPTAIN SPEAKING... Excitement plus was the obvious description that Monday morning at New York's Laguardia Airport just before 10 A.M., as Allen seated himself in a FIRST CLASS, no less, seat, in the upstairs of a Boeing 747 Wide-Body! And sure enough, there was Mona Bukhari, looking sharp at six shapely feet in a Flight Attendant's Uniform! She came to Allen, bowed pretty and said, "The CAPTAIN wishes to see you!" "Uh-oh! What did I do!?" Allen asked jokingly. "Hurry, you best not keep her waiting!" Mona, in her mid-length skirt Attendant's uniform and lustrous, wavy black hair, led Allen forward, passed a couple doors usually locked, and to the cockpit of the awesome jet. There, in the LEFT seat, under the black with gold trim Captain's hat, was a magnificent and stately Oriel, smiling for Allen's entrance! She was seated in front of an intimidating array of controls, indicators, and switches of various types. "WOW! Man oh man!" Allen could only say. Oriel, seated but turned to greet Allen, said, "I just thought you might wanna see what a 747's cockpit is like, and something of my job!" And Allen noted right away it was an all female crew! In the right seat sat an olive-skinned gal with wavy black hair, clearly defined nose and big, sumptuous smile of red, full lips. She resembled Mona. Seated at the Flight Engineer's desk and control panel was a petite, spry gal with absolutely straight, smooth shoulder- length hair that was as black as mid-night. She smiled with a petite, pursed pair of ruby lips with slit, cat-like eyes of brown... a Chinese beauty if ever there was one! Oriel introduced them... "This is Mohammed-Ahmed Saree, Co-Pilot! ..... And this is Chu Chyun Lin, Flight Engineer!" "Man!" Allen commented, "This has got to be the absolute most beautiful Flight Crew in the skies... or ABOUT to be in the skies!" Oriel smiled, the Arabic Lady Co-Pilot laughed with a pretty sounding sparkle to her voice, and the Chinese Lady surprisingly boldly and confidently said, "With ME being the PRETTIEST of that crew!" The Arab Lady pushed the Chinese Lady's shoulder in friendly protest, laughing, while Oriel said, "You know, she's RIGHT! Saree and I are robust and voluptuous, but Chyun Lin here is SO very PRETTY! She resembles an ornamental doll or something! I enjoy her presence and prettiness. She... decorates this cockpit!" Chyun Lin nodded her pretty head, "Yes, yes! So true!" Allen was surprised at Chyun Lin's responses, expecting perhaps modest humility from the Chinese gal. But that's based on a stereo- type; a generality. And it is well known, the false messages generalities and stereo-types convey! After some conversation with the three lovelies, it was back to among the passengers for Allen, it was time to begin preparations for flight. Allen took his seat and waited for the action to begin. He has only been on a few domestic flights before, never having been over- seas. He heard the engines start, first one, then two, three and four. All singing in unison under Oriel's control, each engine is capable of some 55,000 pounds thrust! Soon the huge jet, whose interior made it easy to forget one was even ON ANY kind of airplane, began to slowly move. It taxied out and began a leisurely paced trip way down the taxi-way of the runway. Under Oriel's unseen control, their jet came up on and then waited for other aircraft themselves waiting in line for take off ahead of Oriel's 747... several of them! Finally it was Oriel's turn. She positioned the jet centered at the very end of the runway. Then the various hums and whistles that the engines emit quickly increased in frequency of pitch and volume as the flight began in earnest. The volume bloomed out to a thundering roar and Allen felt himself pushed back into the seat... "This is it! Oriel's taking us sky-ward and across the Atlantic!" The big jet accelerated - and accelerated - the runway below became streaks, the terminal buildings and waiting jets in the distance whizzed by. The jet tilted upward, and the ground pulled away! Airborne, they quickly passed the New York haze and continued upward to the clouds. Below them, neighborhoods festooned with ribbons of gray drew away, down and back, until it was just a hazy blur way below. Up over banks of clouds and then into severe-clear cobalt-blue skies and they were well on their way. Over 500 people, tons of baggage and tons of aircraft being pushed along by a total of nearly 500,000 pounds of thrust were all being professionally piloted by the Ute Indian, Soo Yan-O! Mona Bukhari, the striking, six-foot Flight Attendant made sure SHE was the one that served Allen, no one else. She brought him out the various meals, cokes and refreshments while they crossed the mighty Atlantic, 45,000 feet above. The "day" went fast, a result of flying "into" the sun. It was dark in Paris, France when they landed. Oriel took the big Boeing in with smooth professionalism. After the 747 docked, Allen stayed seated while many others disembarked. Quite a few others also stayed seated as well. They, like Allen, were going on to Riyadh, Saudi Arabia. Several of those disembarking were also Saudi bound but were exercising their option to get off a while and exercise their legs. They would remain an hour and a half before continuing on to Saudi Arabia. Mona came for Allen, and, accompanying Oriel and crew, disembarked themselves for a little while, and an airport's view of France. "After all," Oriel said, "These ARE, one quarter, my people!" So goes the first few, first time occurring events for Allen, Oriel and Mona all three, with Oriel as Airline Captain. It is out of the scope of this account to follow Mona's brief visit to her Mother's home in Riyadh, except to point out the dramatic exotic nature of a place so different as Saudi Arabia. So strict is their society about women going out by themselves, it was necessary, not optional, for Allen to accompany her. Mona Bukhari wore Arabian women's clothes, literally covering her sexy body from head to toe. But it was different, new! Allen liked it actually. Mona appeared dark and mysteriously enchanting behind that veil and shroud! And her long, flowing robe-like clothes flew and swirled in a lovely manner in the hot, dry winds. Allen bought himself an Arabian Man's out-fit along with many records and tapes of traditional and "pop" Arabian music. Since it was improper for a little known man to stay with a woman and her daughter, Allen had to go back to the airport hotel. But it was to share a room with Oriel. They had sex until their heads caved in. Poor Mona had to miss the fun. But it was nice for her to visit her Mother and eat Saudi Arabian food. Then Allen had to go all the way back to escort Mona back to the airport. And then there was the return flight, leaving Riyadh, going through Cologne, Germany, then back to New York. It was exciting only in its newness. The flight itself was uneventful and smoothly executed by Oriel's strong, sure control. A nice extra for the Riyadh to Cologne portion of the trip provided by the fact that there were few passengers, was Mona sitting next to Allen in the vacant seat next to him. But the Germany to U.S. portion over the Atlantic was crowded, and kept Mona busy. Back at the apartment in New York, they actually had not that much time together. A late afternoon, evening, night and early morning of explosive sex, as the three relieved their pent up libidos, and that was all. The rest of the day, the night, and most of the next day found Allen without his warming companions, Oriel and Mona. Oriel charged Allen with keeping the apartment neat and clean. She also commanded him to work out with weights! Oriel paid for several months of weight training at a gym under the tutelage of a Personal Instructor. Oriel loved Allen's body, but from her own weight training experience, she knew even more could be pulled out of him. And she wanted every bit of that sexy potential to come out! Oriel kept that boy busy! But it was cold and lonely without Oriel and Mona's warm, passionate companionship. Allen felt the chill of solitude especially during that intervening night, when he had to sleep in a big, lonely bed. But he flew with them often. Because Mona Bukhari had some family in Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, she often invited Allen to journey across the sea, Europe and desert to visit them with her. Oriel loved his company as well. So, very often, Allen found himself, not in first class every time, but in comfortable seating with Mona tending him carefully, flying to Saudi Arabia. On their flights, Mona Bukhari began an interesting habit, as suggested by Allen on one of his trips. Mona wore a complete Arabian Woman's out-fit, complete with shroud and veil, on all the segments from Paris to Riyadh or Riyadh to Cologne. Although not a regulation uniform, Oriel, the Captain, approved. It was interesting to the passengers to see a bit of Middle Eastern custom while in flight to or from Saudi Arabia. Three times a week, Oriel and Mona made the New York - Paris - Riyadh - Cologne - New York run. Sunday was an extra day the three had together. When Oriel and Mona came back after a run, they would be greeted at the door of their apartment by six feet, 180 pounds of lean muscle dressed in a white thong bikini and an immaculate apartment.