One Moment In Time
                  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 in-flight 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 Angeles 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 fulfill 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 biddy'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 night’s 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 carry-on bag 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.
	
	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 beneath it. Definitely not what you expected to find
under that dull outfit. 


	"Do you have panties to match?"  Michelle whispered in her
sexiest tone.


	"Ah...that's for you to find out."  Kelly replied teasingly,
clearly enjoying the attention. 


	Michelle wasted no time in unzipping the wool knit skirt,
sliding her hand down across the business woman's voluptuous
thighs. She was just a little disappointed to find the skin under her
clothes so pale.  If they only had more time, she would've taken
her to 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 her administrative
assistant had guided her into the pleasures of girlsex. 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.


	
	   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 both
women felt each powerful stroke.


	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 


 (c) Ann Douglas 1996

   
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