From: annd@pop.tiac.net (Ann Douglas) Subject: One Moment In Time - F Date: Thu, 17 Oct 1996 18:20:57 GMT Organization: The Internet Access Company, Inc. Hello once again. As in the past, comments are both appreciated and encouraged. Suggestions are also welcome. Please respond by E-Mail as it makes it easier for me to get your reaction. One thing I do ask is that you now include your first name and age in your comments. It gives me a better idea who my audience is. -One Moment In Time- Part One by Ann Douglas "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the Captain speaking..." Said the strong male voice over the cabin intercom. "We're about to start our approach into Los Angeles International and should have you on the ground in about twenty minutes." "On the ground in 20 minutes," Kelly thought as she stared out the tiny window at the countryside rushing by below, ignoring the Captain's comments on the weather and such. "And then a three hour layover until I catch the 6:30 to San Diego." The 39 year old redhead sighed as she thought of the long wait in an airport lounge with absolutely nothing better to do but watch people come and go. Of course she could go over her presentation one more time, but she really figured that an even dozen times in the last two days had been enough. "Forget about inflight movies," She said to herself as her seatbelt closed with a snap. "They should have a theater or two in the airport so that people could kill a few hours." Originally, the layover in Los Angeless was going to be the best part of her trip. Her Internet lover, Michelle, lived up near Oakland. When she had first learned she was going out to the West Coast to personally present the new marketing campaign she had helped develop, Kelly had seized at the opportunity to fullfill a person desire on her stop over here. San Francisco or Oakland would've been better, but the tickets had been bought for L.A. before she had even been given the assignment. According to her original plan, Kelly was going to have a full day here and Michelle was going to make the drive down from Oakland. The two woman had never actually met, but had been exchanging emails and gifs for a few months now. Kelly was an up and coming advertising executive for a New York firm. On the fast track for a Vice President's slot, this trip was going to be a feather in her cap. 5'3" with short dark red hair, the first thing most men took in upon meeting her was her 38 inch bust. It usually put them off guard and Kelly was just aggressive enough to take advantage of their distraction. By the time they learned there was a lot more to her than just a big set of boobs, she had usually passed them on the ladder to the VP's chair. Michelle on the other hand was 32 and a career military woman. A Lieutenant Commander in the U.S. Navy, she was as aggressive in her own field as Kelly was in hers. She had bucked the boy's club mentality and flew multi-million dollar jets for a living. Currently she was stationed at the Alameda Naval Air Station up near Oakland. Both women were married, both were mothers with small children. And both had discovered in the last few years, an interested in other women. They had met one night on the Internet when Kelly responded to a note Michelle had posted on a bi newsgroup. The fact that they lived on opposite sides of the country just gave them the freedom to be totally honest with each other in their almost daily correspondence. The friendship had developed quickly. Within an hour of learning that she was going to make the presentation herself instead of Bill Sullivan, her immediate superior, Kelly had fired off an email to Michelle. They quickly worked out a plan were as Michelle would take a 48 hour leave and meet her in Los Angeles. Then they would have a full night and day together. Then a lousy twist of fate intervened in the form of one Janice Zimmerman. Janice was the pencil pushing travel budget coordinator at Kelly's firm. Known as "old nickels and dimes", she took great delight in trying to find new ways to save even a few dollars, no matter what the inconvenience to the traveler. The pleasure she got from her discoveries, and the chaos they caused the unfortunate traveler seemed to be almost sexual in nature at times. At least that had always been Kelly's impression. It was probably the nosy old bitty's only such enjoyment. So it was that Janice took great delight in changing Kelly's travel plans so that she had to fly to San Diego tonight instead of tomorrow. In doing so, the company would save fifty dollars on air fare and a whole nights hotel accommodations. Their clients had no problem moving up the meeting a day and Janice had further booked Kelly on a flight home tomorrow that would mean she would have to go right from the presentation to the airport. This would save another night of hotel expenses. The fact that Kelly would be totally exhausted by the end of this two day marathon didn't really factor into the equation. Kelly could still see the excited gleam in Janice's eyes as she devastated her plans. It was almost taken as an article of faith in the office that Kelly had a hand in the scandal that resulted in the sudden firing of Bill Sullivan a few days before. In truth, she had nothing to do with the anonymous phone call that had led the night security guard to Bill's office late Friday. Of course, she wasn't sorry that he had been caught screwing one of the college interns on the couch. No, she hadn't made the call, but had she known about the tryst, she wouldn't have hesitated to have made it. As she felt the wheels bounce on the hard concrete of the runway, Kelly against cursed the fact that her chance to finally meet Michelle was slipping out of her fingers. The Navy Officer had told her that even if she broke every speed limit on the way down here, she wouldn't arrive until just before Kelly had to leave. As much as she wanted to finally meet her in person, the Ad Exec wasn't selfish enough to ask her to drive all the way down here just to wave good-bye. As people all around Kelly took to the aisles and began to gather up their belongings, she just continued to stare out the window. It wasn't like she had to hurry to make her next connection. Then, with only a few other people left onboard, she got up and removed her carrybag from the overhead compartment. The flight attendant gave her a pretty smile as she thanked her for flying Southwest Air. Kelly smiled back at the young blonde, wondering if she'd like to help her kill a few hours. A silly thought really. Even on the remote chance that the tan suited woman was also into girls, the ground crews were already loading food and fuel onto the plane for their next flight. She would be out of here and on her way long before the New Yorker was. Savoring the idle thought of how the flight attendant would've looked in a skimpy red bra and panties, Kelly exited the cabin and walked down the long passageway into the terminal. "Guess I'll get something to eat." Kelly said to herself as she strolled down the walkway, ignoring the many people around her. "Although I can't imagine the food being any better here than on the plane." Lost in thought and oblivious to her surroundings, Kelly didn't notice the short haired blonde woman she'd just walked past. "Hi stranger," The blonde said with a smile. "Buy a lady a drink?" Then the woman leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Caught off guard, Kelly jumped back. The look of alarm on her face quickly changed to astonishment as she focused on the woman who had kissed her. "Michelle!" She exclaimed. -One Moment In Time- Part Two by Ann Douglas Standing 5'6" with blonde hair and baby blue eyes, Michelle was wearing a sleeveless cotton blouse- and matching shorts. The thin material of her shirt and the tight fit of her shorts outlined the well-defined muscles of her calves and arms. A well tanned body showed that she was an outdoor person who loved to soak up the desert sun. Smiling ear to ear, blushing just a little, the younger woman held out a small bouquet of flowers to her Internet friend. "These are for you, Kelly" She said quietly. "I can't tell you how much your letters have meant to me over the last three months. I looked forward to them every day. Thanks for being my friend, you're really someone special." Taking the roses in hand, Kelly finally found her voice. "But how...? You said that it was impossible for you to drive down in time." Kelly stammered, still a little shocked by Michelle's sudden appearance. "Honey, I'm a Naval Aviator." She laughed in a deep rich voice. "We don't drive.....we fly!" Michelle explained how she had hitched a ride on a transport flight and had only arrived a half hour ago. "This is wonderful!" Kelly beamed. At least we'll be able to have dinner together." A wicked smile appeared on Michelle's face. She stared at the beauty of her cyber-lovers face and quickly lost herself in the richness of her deep brown eyes. "I had something a little better than dinner in mind." The Navy Officer quipped. With that, the taller woman led Kelly down the corridor and through a locked door that read "Security Only." "Were are we going?" Kelly asked curiously. "The Security Chief for the airport is a Reserve Officer and a friend of mine." Michelle said as she closed and locked the door behind them. "He had a small office that he converted into an apartment some time back. A place where he could rest up during emergency situations. It's not the Hilton but it sure beats a cot in the storage room." Michelle continued as they proceeded up a long flight of stairs. "I called him yesterday and explained that I had a rather special friend passing through here today and I'd really like to be able to spend some private time with them." She said as they reached the top of the stairs and Michelle unlocked yet another door. "Since you only had a few hours, heading out to one of the local motels was out of the question. He immediately offered me the use of his apartment." As she stepped into the rather spacious room, Kelly wondered if Michelle had mentioned that her special friend was another woman. Given the military's rather silly obsession with same sex relationships, she guessed she hadn't. "Here we are, home sweet home." Michelle pronounced with a sweep of her arm. "At least for the next couple of hours." Taking a good look around the room, Kelly couldn't help but be impressed. The Hilton it might not of been, but it sure as hell had the Holiday Inn beat by a mile. "We've got champagne, various appetizers and such." Michelle said as she gently placed her hands on Kelly's arms. "But first, something I've wanted to do for the longest time." Pulling Kelly tight against her, Michelle kissed her again. This time it was full on the lips. Kelly responded quickly to the warm, soft pressure against her lips, and the taste of Michelle's tangy red lipstick. Opening her mouth as she felt the tickle of Michelle's tongue against it, Kelly drew it inside her. "Mmmmm" Michelle purred as tongue found tongue. The reality of countless night's dreams brought a warm feeling to both women. Kelly felt a soft touch against her breast as Michelle slipped her fingers beneath the folds of her blouse. "Lets get more comfortable." Michelle said as she kissed her a second time. Slowly, the two woman began undressing each other, continuing to stroke and kiss as they did. Michelle quickly lost her blouse and shorts, displaying an perfect tan that continued even beneath her undergarments. Nude sunbathing was a passion with her. If you wanted to enjoy the kiss of the sun, why let a few silly scraps of cloth get in the way. Kelly had been wearing a blue blazer with matching blouse and skirt, very conservative and business like. Michelle was more than eager to help her out of the jacket, running her hand across the outline of her breasts. The soft motion was enough to cause the quarter size aureoles to shrink and harden, exciting Michelle even more. She considered ripping it open in a burst of passion, but the idea that any other clothing Kelly might have had was locked away in her luggage finally prevailed. Filled with excitement, Michelle quickly unbuttoned the blouse and in one quick snap, unfastened the Victoria Secret's black lace bra her favorite spot out in the desert and taught her wonderful feeling you got from frolicking au natural. "Let just me get the rest of this off you." Michelle said in a commanding voice. The authority in her tone and her willing reaction to it took Kelly by surprise. She wasn't used to taking orders, especially from another woman. Her bisexual experiences had been with women more or less her own age. The first had been after a long endless night working on a report when she had been guided into the pleasures of girlsex by her administrative assistant. It had been an eye-opening experience. Yet in the end, she was somewhat relieved when Donna had quit to take a job with another company. Kelly's world might not have been as oppressive as Michelle's regarding lesbianism, but it wasn't that open either. She wouldn't loose her job over being exposed, but it would certainly bar her from the vice president's office. After Donna, all of her affairs had been far from the office and usually with women who had as much to loose as she did. What really surprised Kelly was that she was actually enjoying a submissive role for a change. Usually she had to exert her dominance in every aspect of her life, but she could feel the energy in the woman undressing her. It excited her and she wanted to just see where it would take her. In no time at all, Michelle had undressed both Kelly and herself. Kelly watched with approval as the Navy Officer had carefully placed her traveling suit over the back of a chair, careful not to wrinkle the clothing. At least she was considerate enough to realize that she could hardly show up in San Diego in crumpled clothes. Deals had fallen through over less. Michelle couldn't keep her hands off Kelly's huge breasts. Once, while she was pregnant, her own breasts had been close to this size, but had shrunk back to normal afterwards. Still, one does what they can with what they have. She gently caressed Kelly's mounds with her hands and swirling fingers, making imaginary circles around the now swollen nipples. Her soft touch excited Kelly greatly, her nipples had always been extra sensitive. Michelle could hear her lover's breathing began to quicken, causing the blonde's own juices to collect between her legs. Her tongue replaced her hands and like a babe, she pulled the large nipples deep into her hungry mouth. Strong fingers kneaded the abundant flesh, playing an erotic symphony on Kelly's body. Kelly reached out with her own slender fingers and played with Michelle's breasts in turn. Truth be told, she actually wished she had mounds like that, having always believed that her's were oversized. She lifted up each breast to her mouth and ran her tongue across the stiff and tanned nipples and kissed each in turn. This sent little shivers of pleasure across Michelle's chest. In response, Michelle slid one hand down across Kelly's thigh and between her legs, delighting in the deep wetness she found there. Skillfully massaging the stubby clit she found there, she began to steer Kelly toward her first orgasm. A single finger became two, then three. They slid in and out faster and faster, adding fuel to the fire that raged deep inside. Kelly continued to work on Michelle's breasts, kissing, teasing, and biting them over and over. The conflagration that radiated from her own womanhood made her more and more aggressive. She began to heave back and forth as she felt her first small orgasm, the wetness of which covered Michelle's fingers. With her free hand, Michelle jerked Kelly's head back and kissed her forcefully, sucking the force of Kelly's orgasm into her. Her tongue pressed firmly against Kelly's. The kisses continued, becoming softer, longer and much wetter. There were few things Michelle loved more than sharing french kisses with another woman, and from the response, Kelly shared the passion. -One Moment In Time- Part Three by Ann Douglas Now it was Kelly's turn. She led Michelle back to the large bed, the size of which made it obvious that Michelle's friend used it for a lot more that a quick nap. She spread her long muscular legs wide and immediately dropped her head between them. Kelly had been delighted to see that Michelle had indeed kept her pussy as bare as a teenage girl's as she had mentioned in her emails. She had never been with a woman who shaved her hair, it was an immense turn-on. Michelle moaned as she felt the soft wetness of Kelly's tongue as it slid up and into her love canal. Hitting all the right spots, she began to drive the younger woman up the ridges of her own climax. It wasn't long before Michelle's heart was racing and the same electrical surges that Kelly had felt a short time before now ravaged her own body. Grabbing the back of Kelly's head with her powerful hands, Michelle pulled her deeper between her legs. So forceful was her grip that Kelly couldn't even catch her breath. Not that she cared at the moment. All that concerned her was the small trickle of juices that she was eagerly lapping up with the tip of her tongue. A trickle that she knew would soon be a flood. She didn't have long to wait as Michelle's naked form, covered with sweat, began to buck and quake. The larger woman let out a loud cry of joy as she exploded in and across Kelly's mouth. Kelly would've joined in the shout but she was too busy lapping up her reward. "Oh God, that was great." Michelle panted as the two woman laid side by side. The two spent long minutes just silently kissing and licking each other clean. No further words were shared, just an occasional shared laughter. Finally, looking up at the large 18 inch clock on the wall, the military woman noted that they had already been at it for over a half hour. Time was running so fast. Kelly meanwhile was oblivious to the passage of time, she was having to much fun. She never realized how good it could feel to just let someone else take control, even if just for a little while. "I've got a little surprise for you." Michelle laughed as she reached under the bed and pulled out her flight bag. Kelly watched, first in fascination, then in shock, as Michelle produced a large 9" dildo from the dark blue bag. In her own luggage, she kept a smaller vibrator, but nothing like this. It was the strap on kind, and it was obvious that Michelle planned to wear it. "I don't know about this..." Kelly said with more than a touch of hesitation in her voice. "Didn't you say in your emails that it's always been your fantasy to be fucked by a monster cock?" Michelle asked as she jumped back onto the bed. "How you always dreamed about it but would never do it with a man other than your husband." Kelly bit down on her lower lips as she studied the formidable rubber phallic. It had been her fantasy to be totally ravaged at least once in her life. She loved her husband, she really did. Yet sometimes she so much wanted something more than his 7" in her. "I guess that sometimes you can fantasize about something knowing its never going to happen, that way its a safe obsession." Came her reply. "All right." Michelle said, a little disappointed. "I'll just put this away then." "Wait...." Kelly said, taking the time to measure her words. "I'd really like to try it....honestly." The look of disappointment on Michelle's face instantly turned to joy. It resembled nothing else if not that of the cat that ate the canary. She quickly secured the straps of her artificial manhood around and between her legs. She held out her hand to Kelly and guided her to the floor, it was always more fun down there. She again started with kisses, first her cheeks, then her mouth. She continued down her body, taking the time to once again enjoy the fullness of Kelly's breasts. Eventually she reached her still moist mound, glistening with shiny droplets of her earlier eruption. Spreading her cunt lips, Michelle wasted no time in exploring the inner reaches of her new lover's sexuality. The scent of their recent sex filled her nostrils as much as the taste of it filled assaulted her tongue. Michelle took a firm grip on Kelly's buttocks and pulled her closer. "Oh yes.." Kelly said as the frequency of Michelle's withdrawals and re-insertions increased with each passing moment. Michelle continued with her oral ministrations, always aware of the ticking of the clock above her. And with each passing minute, Kelly's moans became louder and louder. Michelle was pleased that she was having such an effect on her lover, but was becoming concerned that someone might hear her. True, they were in a private section of the terminal, but there were still workers in the building. What if someone heard them and decided to investigate? "Not so loud!" Michelle commanded as she paused for a moment. "We don't want to draw company." Kelly nodded in agreement and obeyed for a few minutes. But finally the wet, moist tongue buried inside her cause her to resume her cries, in an even louder volume. "Oh God...oh my God...oh it' s so good... faster...faster...!" Kelly suddenly yelled so loud that it caused Michelle to jump. In all her letters, Kelly had never mentioned that she was a screamer. Michelle immediately realized that Kelly couldn't help herself. As the woman beneath her let out a second equally loud shout, Michelle grabbed the closest thing at hand off the floor and pushed it into Kelly's mouth. What it turned out to be was her own panties, still wet with her anticipation over Kelly's visit. "Kelly, you have to quiet down..." She said in her most commanding tone. "If you can't stop I'll have to leave that gag in place...either that or we'll have to stop. If I leave it there, then you can moan as loud as you want. Do you want me to take it out and stop?" Kelly shook her head side to side in a violent motion. No matter what it took, she wanted Michelle to keep on going. Assuming the classic missionary position, Michelle took hold of the large rod dangling between her legs and positioned it at the entrance of Kelly's now very lubricated pussy. She pushed forward ever so slightly, opening wide the folds of her womanhood. Kelly let out a grunt that was heard even through her makeshift gag. She was far from a virgin having lost that distinction some 23 years before, but she had never ever taken anything that big inside her before. Michelle looked up from her view of the cockhead disappearing inside Kelly's pussy at the sound. She looked into Kelly's brown eyes to see if she wanted her to stop. It only took a second for Kelly to bob her head up and down for Michelle to continue. Over the next several minutes, Michelle slowly entered and re-entered Kelly, measuring the force of her thrusts with the display of discomfort shown on the businesswoman's face. She really didn't want to hurt her and was relieved when her facial expression changed from one of determined acceptance to one of enjoyment. If the blonde haired woman needed any other encouragement, she felt Kelly's hands against her ass, pushing her inside her. Now freed from that worry, Michelle began to pump away in earnest. Faster and faster she thrusted, driving almost the full length of her fake cock into her lover. The pressure of the small protrusion on the underside of the rubber that caressed her own clit, sending oscillating waves through her own form. Thus each powerful stroke was felt by both women. Michelle had started with the missionary position because it was the easiest for entry. Now to was time to just really have fun. She pulled out of Kelly and barked out an order that would've made her instructor back in basic training proud. "Get on all fours!" She commanded. So wrapped up in the wonderful feeling she was getting from Michelle's robust penetrations, Kelly quickly moved to respond. Without really taking the time to think about it, she flipped over and assumed the position, lifting her bottom up into the air as to invite easy access. She just wanted Michelle back inside her. In that she wasn't disappointed. Michelle grabbed her legs and spread them even wider. Then with a lust filled thrust, rammed the cock back inside her. Harder and harder she pushed, taking both of them to the heights of passion. Both women could feel the rising explosion that would consume them both. Kelly was more than content to just lie there and await it, but Michelle was determined to meet it head-on. Pushing Kelly's head to the floor, Michelle straddled her, planted her cock ever deeper with each effort. Now it was Michelle who was grunting ever louder as sweat poured from her pores and her breasts bounced back and forth. Kelly was totally pinned, she tried to shift to a more comfortable position was helpless against the younger woman's strength. It was Kelly who erupted first. Michelle could feel her pussy contract around the fake cock as she pulled and pushed it in with a single fluid motion. Her own orgasm followed two strokes later. They collapsed upon each other, drenched in a combination of sweat, sex and exhaustion. They just laid there for about ten minutes, trading soft touches and little kisses. The clock on the wall told them that Kelly's plane left in less than forty minutes. They had to get cleaned up. Reluctantly they lifted themselves off the floor and kissed one more time. Standing naked a few feet from each other, they laughed at the sign of each other. Neither resembled the woman who walked into the room a short time before. Thankfully, the makeshift apartment had a shower large enough for two and it wasn't long before they had washed each other clean. Time was now the enemy as they dressed and gathered their things. Since Michelle had a change of underwear in her bag, Kelly asked to keep the ones that had served as her gag as a souvenir. She quickly shoved them into her jacket's side pocket. They had to race down the corridor to make the last call for the flight. Flashing an id given to her by the Security Chief, Michelle went with Kelly all the way to the plane. Kelly suddenly pulled her to a stop just a few feet from the cabin door. Quickly looking right and left to make sure they were alone, she leaned forward and kissed her. It was a brief but satisfying kiss. "I love you." Kelly whispered before she turned and ran into to plane, afraid that if she waited any longer she might not get on. Michelle watched as the attendant secured the cabin door behind her. Her eyes searched the small windows as the plane pulled away for some sign of her - to no avail. Before turning and heading back down the passageway, she whispered to herself. "I love you too." Kelly felt both happy and sad as the plane pulled up and into the sky. Happy at what Michelle and she had shared, it was an experience she would always remember. Sad at the knowledge that it would never be repeated. They were of two different worlds and neither would give up their world to live in the others. They would always remain friends. That, and the memory, would be enough. Three days later, Michelle got her first mail from Kelly since they had met. She agreed with Kelly's assessment of their relationship. It was enough that they'd had that moment in time. As she got to the bottom of the letter she burst into laughter.... "...and the client in San Diego couldn't believe how relaxed I was after traveling cross-country the day before. By the way, you'll never believe what happened while I was away. They fired Janice Zimmerman. It seems that all the while she was saving the company those nickels and dimes, she was diverting the nickels to her own personal account. They're even thinking of pressing charges against her. I almost feel sorry for her, after all, it was because of her the trip turned out like it did. Think I should send her a thank you card? Love Always, Kelly XOXOXOX END -- Ann Douglas The AnnD Webpage can be found at http://www2.inow.com/~jfjellst/AnnD/ The AnnD Collection is made possible by TIAC -The Internet Access Company. Dedicated to service, speed and support. Find them at