"I'm a disgrace to the priesthood" the sobered up priest said sitting up, untangling himself from your limbs.
"Then maybe you are not cut out to be a priest after all, you said yourself that 'to deny our impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human' at least you can say that you preach what you say" you grin, climbing behind the priest and cuddling him.
"Perhaps, but I wonder why it is you came back after all those years...Rachael" the priest sighs, rolling away from your embrace.
What was that? Is that really my name you wonder to yourself, or was it merely another on screen persona name?
"After that incident in angel falls, I always wondered if you would come back, I always thought that you blamed me for what happened."
Angel falls? You have a brief flashback of falling so far down only to be engulfed by blackness; there was a car involved and someone else driving.
"I decided to join up priesthood to get away from all of the media speculation surrounding that incident, I lost my career, my wife, my house everything from that stupid little stunt, but I see that at least you are in good health."
"Who else was in the car with me that day?" you ask, trying to piece it all together.
"That was a very long time ago, I can't remember what happened as I have erased it from my mind, you could try approaching the director that bastard, using me as his scapegoat to wipe his hands clean of the whole incident, he too joined the priesthood to escape the speculation, but I hear he was only doing it for research purposes he left this church not long ago to restart his work, promising me the world, fame, money, women, I won't work for him again though, I'm through with working in that industry...bloody cutthroat industry. I think he changed his name too what was it... Mr Tang Vu? Poor choice if you ask me, but I never did like him in the first place." Throughout all this you notice that the priests hands are clenched tight, his whole body is visibly shaking in anger as he recounts all these events.
"So your not Fr Ferguson? What did you do on the sets when making the films?"
"No my dear, I'm not Fr Ferguson, he has left to restart his filming career, I mainly handled the stunt work on the film sets, until that incident..."
"So where is he directing?" you ask excitedly.
"Ironically he is directing his new movie at the same location at the moment, I think he is only using it for a brief scene though, at angel falls. Stupid dolt still keeps in touch with me, maybe he is hoping that I will forget how he betrayed me and made me into his scapegoat...I will have the last laugh though, one day." With that the priest handed you his phone number, saying that if you ever need any help, then you can call him. You thank him and leave.
You board the plane to Venezuela that very afternoon, carrying only your money, a change pair of clothes for when you get there and a few books about South America. Sitting at the rear of the plane next to the toilet, ironically the only seat available on such short notice, you recount all that was said during the past 12 hours. Rachael? Accident? Angel falls? Someone driving the car? Who was driving the car? An airhostess asking if you want chicken or pasta breaks your train of thought.
"Wha? Oh uhmm, is the chicken breast or thigh? I feel like abit of breast tonight"
The hostess giggles before replying "Yes the chicken is breast, do you prefer breast?"
You smile looking up at her, she is quite pretty, but it is her eyes that captivate you the most, a mixture of blue and green, they are wide and puppy dog-like, framed by her short shoulder length black hair. She is smirking at you, which you find quite seductive. You reply with a "As long as its firm and juicy, I don't mind if its breast or thigh as long as I can taste its juices, nobody likes their meat dry, do you?" you wink at her, you wonder if she feels the same way about you?
"Both the breast and thigh are juicy and succulent, I like my meats to be juicy, to taste them as you roll your tongue over them, their juices dribbling down your chin."
You laugh gleefully at her statement, happy that you both stand equal on the subject of juicy meat. "I will have the chicken then, thanks" you smile at her and she smiles back. The chicken was good, as the hostess promised, juicy and firm you tuck in hungrily, you haven't eaten since this morning. After the meal you sit back and relax, the rest of the passengers on the plane are quieter now since they have eaten and most are going back to sleep or watching the in flight movie, some dodgy action flick by the looks of it, something involving drama on an airplane, how ironic you think to yourself. You get up to go to the toilet, but you don't intend to use it to empty your bladder. You brush past the hostess on the way winking at her and grinning, you make sure she knows what is on your mind before entering the toilet. You do not have to wait long before you hear a soft knock on the door, you unlock the door and watch as the stewardess opens up the door, looks around then shuts it behind her, locking it. Her butt is facing towards you and you stand up bending her over the basin as you undo her pants with your right hand, your other hand unbuttoning the front of her shirt and bra. The hostess moves to remove her thin white silk underpants but you stop her, turning her round to face you, you suck on her neck until you feel her panting in your ear, lifting her up, one hand underneath her buttock, the other at the small of her back, you lift her up onto the basin, moving lower and lower licking her small erect nipples, always moving lower. You reach the edge of the silk panties, your open lips finding the their soft inner sides, moving slowly upwards, towards the high silk covered mount. The hostess's fingers are white as they grip the back of your head, your tongue touches the moist silk and she moans softly, her back arching. You begin to lick at her through the thin barrier of silk, her back arches back as she grips the nape of your neck harder, pushing your face into her as her legs lock at the nape of your neck, her small mouth opened in ecstasy making involuntary cries as the tension builds up inside her. You move aside the thin silk panties and bury your face into her, your tongue laving the inside of her tasting her juices as it mixes with your saliva and dribbles down your chin. Her long legs convulse upwards as her ankles lock around your nape. You move slightly upwards, taking her lips into your mouth as you move towards her core, sucking it into your mouth, she is quite wet as her juices dribble down your lips, your tongue busily lapping it up as her legs roll upwards in powerful thrusts as she groans out loud, her thigh muscles tensing up as you feel her orgasm, her whole body shaking uncontrollably from pleasure. Heatedly, she drags you up from where you are, her lips wildly on yours, her tongue exploring, desperately wanting you, to give you pleasure like you had given her. Her deft fingers click as she undoes your belt dragging it off as she rips open your button up jeans pulling it down. She bends you down like you had done to her earlier, her hands running over your bared ass and thighs, exploring until she reaches your shaven lips, her finger sliding along the length of it parting it as she slides back and forth along it until her finger comes away wet. She takes the finger to her lips sucking on it, "Mmm... now that is juicy, I wonder how firm it is?" she says spanking your ass hard, you feel it sting as she leaves a handprint on your ass, repeating the process until the pain becomes dulled and the pleasure begins to take over, your moans giving you away.
"You like that don't you? Quite a firm ass you have there, just the way I like it" the hostess whispers in your ear before moving back down, stooping her head down trailing her tongue down the length of your back and over your ass cheeks, nibbling and sucking a she goes. Her tongue licks at you, like a hungry dog it laps from your front to back, eagerly lapping up your juices as you moan, your problems and worries dissipating to be replaced by pleasure. She stops abruptly when she feels that you are ready, her tongue exploring further back as she rims your ass, her tongue flickering in and out like a snake sensing its prey as she circles her other hand, sliding two fingers into you with ease. You use your inner muscles against her fingers, increasing the pleasure as she slides in and out faster and faster, her busy tongue running circles and flicking in and out, further increasing the pleasure as you feel yourself on the brink of an orgasm, the pleasure building up like a furnace until you feel the pleasure uncontrollable, thrusting faster against her fingers you arch your back, your mouth open in abandon as you groan, your body overwhelmed with pleasure as it sweeps through your body, losing control, filled with fire up to your throat and beyond.
"DING this is your captain speaking, we are approaching Venezuela, the time is 8pm and the temperature a humid 36 C, on behalf of the cabin crew I would like to thankyou for flying with us, and I hope you all have a happy and safe journey. click"
"Well that's my signal, gotta get ready for landing!" the hostess replies hurriedly putting on her pants and shirt.
"We have to do this again sometime, what was your name?" you ask the hostess, before she leaves the cubicle.
"Definitely, here's my card" winking before handing the card over, she adjusts herself and leaves the cubicle to join the rest in preparation for landing. You look down onto the card all it says is "The maintainer" with a phone number, what an odd name you think to yourself as you put on your clothes and sit yourself back down in your seat. I wonder what she maintains?
To be continued...