Smoke puffed from the tyres of the Taranasian 777 as it hit the tarmac of runway 28L of Soekarno Hatta international airport in Taranasia.
Tash Fitzpatrick leaned over her friend Ella O’Neill to peer out through the window. The airport looked just like a thousand other airports around the world, but the scenery beyond looked promising, high mountains framing the airport buildings to lend a degree of softness to the utilitarian airport scene.
Ella was enjoying scenery closer to, as Tash’s breasts swayed in front of her, only partly hidden by her skimpy top. By god, she couldn’t wait to get her into the hotel room.
“Taranasian Airways welcomes you to Soekarno Hatta. Please remain seated and with your seat belts fastened until the aircraft comes to a halt.” The flight attendant glared at Tash, who was doing no such thing. Ella smacked her sharply on her backside and she sat down and did her belt up. Then she produced her phone and took a quick selfie of Ella and herself.
“God, Tash, how many photos do you need? That’s, like, the fifteenth that you’ve taken on this flight!”
Sometimes it seemed to Tash that these planes spent as much time trundling along the ground as they did in the air, it took ages before the plane stopped and they could finally get off. Then they spent another 20 minutes watching an empty carousel, and another fifteen watching other people’s luggage rumbling by before they were able to grab their own cases and set off through ‘Arrivals’.
“This is where Barb and Siss always seem to come unstuck!” murmured Ella. “Tell me that you didn’t let your case out of your sight before you checked it in!”
Tash gulped as she shook her head. Ella was making her nervous. Her anxiety increased as they were waved into the customs hall and a uniformed man with three days growth of beard, a missing tooth, and appalling halitosis began to go through her case. He paused occasionally to peer down her cleavage, possibly he and his mate had a bet on which of two beads of sweat running down between her breasts would be the first to disappear out of sight.
Tash had far too much time to imagine Mr Halitosis stripping her naked, thrashing her and torturing her in some prison cell. “Pull yourself together!” she told herself, “You’ve been reading too many wild stories on Cruxforums! That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life! Besides, the guard doesn’t have an Australian accent!”
Sure enough, Mr Halitosis shoved her clothes back into her case, closed it, and handed back her passport. “Enjoy your visit, Mizz Fitzpatrick!” He gave her and Ella a lopsided grimace that was, in his imagination, a ravishingly sexy smile, and the two women were free to go.
Tash Fitzpatrick leaned over her friend Ella O’Neill to peer out through the window. The airport looked just like a thousand other airports around the world, but the scenery beyond looked promising, high mountains framing the airport buildings to lend a degree of softness to the utilitarian airport scene.
Ella was enjoying scenery closer to, as Tash’s breasts swayed in front of her, only partly hidden by her skimpy top. By god, she couldn’t wait to get her into the hotel room.
“Taranasian Airways welcomes you to Soekarno Hatta. Please remain seated and with your seat belts fastened until the aircraft comes to a halt.” The flight attendant glared at Tash, who was doing no such thing. Ella smacked her sharply on her backside and she sat down and did her belt up. Then she produced her phone and took a quick selfie of Ella and herself.
“God, Tash, how many photos do you need? That’s, like, the fifteenth that you’ve taken on this flight!”
Sometimes it seemed to Tash that these planes spent as much time trundling along the ground as they did in the air, it took ages before the plane stopped and they could finally get off. Then they spent another 20 minutes watching an empty carousel, and another fifteen watching other people’s luggage rumbling by before they were able to grab their own cases and set off through ‘Arrivals’.
“This is where Barb and Siss always seem to come unstuck!” murmured Ella. “Tell me that you didn’t let your case out of your sight before you checked it in!”
Tash gulped as she shook her head. Ella was making her nervous. Her anxiety increased as they were waved into the customs hall and a uniformed man with three days growth of beard, a missing tooth, and appalling halitosis began to go through her case. He paused occasionally to peer down her cleavage, possibly he and his mate had a bet on which of two beads of sweat running down between her breasts would be the first to disappear out of sight.
Tash had far too much time to imagine Mr Halitosis stripping her naked, thrashing her and torturing her in some prison cell. “Pull yourself together!” she told herself, “You’ve been reading too many wild stories on Cruxforums! That sort of thing doesn’t happen in real life! Besides, the guard doesn’t have an Australian accent!”
Sure enough, Mr Halitosis shoved her clothes back into her case, closed it, and handed back her passport. “Enjoy your visit, Mizz Fitzpatrick!” He gave her and Ella a lopsided grimace that was, in his imagination, a ravishingly sexy smile, and the two women were free to go.
