Mistaken Identity

by Christopher Maddox

  “What I’m saying is that I’m going to pick you up at the Albany Airport at twelve. You’re going to drink Champagne with me on the way to Seattle instead of drinking it in Delta’s Sky Lounge in Atlanta while you wait for your connecting flight.”

  “That’s crazy. I already have my tickets.”

  “That’s fine, darling. I expected you to have them already. But, just the same, I’m going to be at the airport at noon, and you can decide at that time which plane you would rather get on.”

  I shook my head, thinking that this was just too much. “You’re serious, aren’t you?”

  She nodded with a lusty smile while she licked her lips. “Yes, Alex, I’ll be there at noon waiting for you. The flight plans have already been made, and we will be home by five o’clock. We can have a glass of wine and take Charlie out for his evening spin. Believe me, honey; you are going to have a lot more fun flying with me than you would if you were to fly with them.”

  I shook my head. “I can’t believe that you would fly clear across the country just for me.”

  She laughed. “Of course, I would. Besides, it’s not just for you; it’s for me as well. Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Will you be able to bring at least a thousand dollars in cash with you?”

  I laughed. “Sure. I usually carry three or four thousand with me when I travel in case there is some kind of emergency. Why?”

  “It’s a surprise for tomorrow,” she giggled as she lowered the angle of her camera, so I could see the luscious swell of her breasts.

  I chuckled. “From the moment I met you, you have been nothing but a surprise. I can’t wait.”

  “Well, I had better let you get some sleep because you will need to be well rested for tomorrow, and I need to feed Charlie. Goodnight, handsome.”

  I smiled. “Goodnight, beautiful.”

  “Oh, yes, wait. I almost forgot. I’m sorry, but did you ever find time to tell your … ex-girlfriend about us?”

  I chuckled and then got serious. “Yes, I told her about us and that I wasn’t going to see her any longer.”

  “How did she take it, and where were you when you told her?”

  I took a deep breath, thinking that she might not be pleased that I had met her for dinner. “Actually, I met her last night for dinner at a little place where we usually went when we went out. I’m sorry; I didn’t have the heart to tell her over the phone, although I wanted to.”

  “How did she take it?”

  “She wasn’t particularly pleased, but in the end, she wished me well and hoped that we would remain friends.”

  “Aw, that’s sweet. Did she want to have sex with you one last time?”

  I wasn’t expecting that question, so it took me by surprise. I expect the look on my face gave her the answer before I could. “Yes, how did you know?”

  She smiled sweetly, and I was relieved. “If I cared for someone enough to have sex with him for two years, I think that I would try to get him in bed one last time to see if I could change his mind.”

  I gave her a concerned look. “You have to know that I didn’t have sex with her. I didn’t even kiss her goodbye.”

  She smiled. “Oh, honey, I know you didn’t. I know that you were a good boy, a very good boy.”

  “I didn’t touch her, but how can you be so sure that I didn’t?”

  There was a short pause. “Well, anyone can lie, but I trust you. Besides, a woman can usually tell if her man has had sex with someone else.”

  I laughed. “Is that what I am? Your man?”

  “Well, I hope so. If you’re not, Charlie will bite you.”

  I smiled with a slight, barely-audible chuckle and shrugged my shoulders. “I sure as hell wouldn’t want that. Give him a treat for me, will you?”

  She grinned with a nod. “Yes, I will give him a treat for you. In fact, every time I give him one now, I tell him that it came from you.”

  “That’s sweet, Shannen. I had better go now and get some rest.”

  “Okay, handsome. Do you still have a hard-on?”

  After I angled the camera down, she groaned, “I guess you do. You had better not touch that thing unless you have to pee. If you do, I’ll know,” she giggled.

  “Yes, dear. I’ll leave it alone. Goodnight, beautiful.”

  She smiled as she wiggled her index finger back and forth. “Goodnight, handsome.”

  Chapter Eight

  I’m the guy that likes to get to the airport two hours early for a commercial flight. After giving it careful consideration while lying in bed with a hard-on the night before, I decided to fly Shannen instead of Delta. Under the circumstances, I was sure that her cabin service was going to be better than what Delta could offer. I arrived at the Flight Service counter in the general aviation terminal, just in time to see her G5 pull up on the loading ramp. Her corporate logo, CC, was painted on the tail section. A fuel truck was standing by, and they had already rolled out a red carpet by the time the plane’s loading ramp was lowered.

  I walked just outside of the automatic doors and watched proudly as she walked down the ramp. When she was about halfway down, I began walking toward her, anxious to hold her in my arms. The moment her feet hit the tarmac, she started running toward me with a huge smile. I could no longer contain myself and began running toward her as well.

  We embraced in a long, passionate kiss that must have lasted for, at least, five seconds. I know, five seconds doesn’t sound like a very long time, but it is when practically everyone in the terminal is watching you.

  She was wearing a conservative, navy-blue business suit with a skirt that came about two inches above her knees. Her blouse was white with narrow pinstripes matching her suit. Apparently, she had taken pity on me and had undone the top two buttons of her blouse, and it was just enough to show an inch or so of her lovely golden-brown cleavage.

  “You look more beautiful this week than last, and I know you can’t possibly get any prettier than you already are.”

  “Aw, that’s sweet,” she said as she kissed me again.

  She smiled, took my hand, and led back inside of the terminal. “I have two people I want you to meet, and I will explain later,” she said, smiling as two men approached us who were dressed in business suits. They walked up and greeted her warmly.

  “Hi, guys, I hope your drive down here this morning was a pleasant one. Carl, Jeff, I want you to meet Alexander. He is a dear friend. No, actually, that isn’t quite true. He’s my boyfriend,” she laughed.

  Once they heard that, they couldn’t have been nicer. We shook hands and visited for a few minutes. “Here is that portfolio that you asked for, Miss Carter,” said Carl as he handed her a large envelope.

  “I want to thank the two of you for bringing this to me this morning and being on time because we’re only going to be on the ground for about twenty minutes.”

  There were a few comments like everything is going great at the lodge and profits should be up a little this year. I had no idea what they were talking about, but I was sure that she would fill me in when we were alone. With a little more small talk, she finally told them that they didn’t have to wait around while they finished fueling the plane, and they could head back to Saratoga Springs.

  There was another round of handshakes and warm smiles, and they bid us goodbye. The captain and first officer were finishing some paperwork, making last minute weather checks, and confirming their flight plan.

  “Alex, this is Captain Rob Weaver and Captain Roger Barfield. They are both captains, and they trade off flying the left seat after each leg of a flight.”

  I smiled and shook their hands. They were the epitome of professionalism. They were dressed immaculately in their captain’s uniforms including hats, jackets and the shiniest black shoes that I have ever seen. They were both tall and very handsome, and I estimated their ages to be somewhere between forty-five and fifty-five. I found out later that they were both former US Navy fighter pilots, who had logged thousands of hours in the air. I found
this very comforting.

  “We will be boarding in about five minutes, Miss Carter,” said Rob.

  “Where’s your luggage, Alex?” asked Shannen.

  I motioned over toward the wall. “It’s right there. I’ll go get it.”

  Roger stepped in. “No, please, Mr. Thompson, let me get that for you. I have to stow it anyway,” he said as he hurried over and picked up my two suitcases. I offered to help him, but he would have no part of it.

  She smiled and took my hand. “Come on, handsome. Let me show you the plane.”

  It was opulent to say the least. Located behind the flight deck, there was a small galley with a freezer, a built-in refrigerator, and a liquor cabinet. Behind that, there was a toilet for the flight crew and guests. The main cabin was set up with several rows of seats and sofas that could accommodate up to eighteen people. To the rear of the plane, there was a small bedroom with a built-in mini bar, a toilet, and a shower.

  The interior finishes were over the top with honey-colored bird’s-eye maple, cream-colored, leather chairs, and sofas with beige accents. I shook my head at the plane’s elegance. “My God, it’s amazing what sixty-five million will buy these days,” I laughed.

  She grinned and gave me a long, sensuous kiss. “Hm, I’ve missed these lips,” she moaned as the flight crew spooled up the left engine. Within seconds, they were spooling up the right one, and I was amazed at how quiet it was inside the cabin.

  I looked around. “This is pretty incredible, but not as incredible as you,” I said as I kissed the nape of her neck.

  “Would you like something to drink before we get underway? I usually have at least one flight attendant with me, but I didn’t anyone else on the flight with us, so I told the captain not to call for one.”

  “Perhaps a bottle of water, for now.”

  She smiled and got us both a bottle of water, and we sat down on one of the long sofas. A subdued chime came over the intercom. “We have been cleared to taxi. Please have everyone take their seats, Miss Carter.”

  She pushed a button to acknowledge his request, and the plane began to move. She sat on the sofa facing me and pressed her lips to mine. Our lips fused, our tongues insatiable with need. “I just couldn’t wait for you to get to Seattle. The past three days have been the longest of my life,” she groaned as she slid her tongue across my lips, pressing her breasts softly against my chest.

  There were two more chimes. “Please make sure your seatbelts are fastened, Miss Carter. We have been cleared for takeoff.” She pushed the small button again to acknowledge his request. Moments later, the captain nosed the plane down the runway and spooled up the engines for takeoff. Within seconds, the engines were at full throttle, and the thrust was unbelievable. It seemed as if it only took fifteen or twenty seconds for us to lift off.

  I shook my head, holding her tightly. “My God, that is some kind of raw power,” I grinned.

  “Raw power? Hmmmm, that kind of reminds me of you,” she said as she captured my lips again and ground her body into mine as the jet leaped skyward at a remarkable angle of attack.

  “I can’t believe how much thrust this plane has,” I whispered as she pressed her lips to mine.

  “Don’t worry, baby; take it from me. You thrust just as hard as this plane does,” she giggled, “but your thrusts feel so much better.”

  In a matter of minutes before we reached ten thousand feet. At that altitude, the captain decreased his rate of climb, and there was another chime. “You can move about the cabin freely now, Miss Carter. We will let you know when we reach our cruising altitude of thirty-eight thousand feet.

  She pushed and held the intercom button for a second. “Thank you, Rob. Could you please turn off the video feed to the cabin until further notice?”

  “Certainly, Miss Carter. It is … done. If there is anything else you need, please let us know.”

  “Thank you, Rob. I think that we will be just fine now,” she said then she looked at me with a huge grin. “Hey, handsome, do you want to play?”

  “Is that part of the cabin service?” I asked with a huge grin.

  “Only for very special clients,” she offered in a very sultry voice as she stood up. “How would you like to trade in that bottle of water for a glass of Champagne?”

  “Absolutely,” I said.

  “Okay, the Champagne is in the refrigerator in the galley. Would you open a bottle for us while I go back and freshen up a bit?”

  “Of course, honey,” I said as I headed for the galley. I turned and watched as she made her way back toward the bedroom. It looked as though she was walking down a steep hill because the captain was still climbing at an abnormally high rate.

  I found the Champagne and looked about the cabin as I opened it. This was the kind of wealth that I had only read about. It was the kind of wealth that most people can’t even imagine. I mean, I had grown a small, one-man company into a fairly-large corporation, but compared to this, I wasn’t even close, much less, in the same ballpark.

  I had to laugh at myself. Perhaps I should have found the Champagne glasses before I opened the bottle. There weren’t any open racks, so I turned my attention to the numerous cupboard doors. At first, I couldn’t even figure out how to open them, let alone find the glasses. I had almost decided that we would be drinking the Champagne out of the bottle when I found a little safety latch that had to be depressed before the door would open. Finally, my luck had changed, and the first door I opened contained the plane’s stemware.

  I grabbed the Champagne in one hand and the glasses in the other, and I turned back toward the rear of the plane where we had been sitting. When I looked up, she was standing about halfway down the walkway dressed in the same, sexy little bustier that she had worn two nights before. Only this time, we were in the same time zone, and she had real flesh with real warmth.

  My mouth dropped open, and she began to laugh while she did a small, abbreviated pirouette, which could not have been easy in heels while the plane was still climbing. “I love this carrier’s dress code.”

  “We aim to please.”

  The scene before my eyes seemed almost surreal. Her dark, exotic form created a sharp contrast to the, glossy, cream-colored finishes of the plane’s opulent interior. The black bustier barely covered the strategic parts of her body, such as her dark-chocolate nipples. I thought I could see a hint of her right areola, peeking out above her bodice. Her auburn, reddish-brown hair rested gently against her golden-brown breasts.

  I glanced down at her waist and wondered how on earth she could have possibly squeezed into it. It made her narrow hips appear wider than normal, and it was just about the sexiest thing I had ever seen. The key word here is ‘about’ because I was about to change my mind. My eyes went to her garter belt and the clasps that were attached to the tops of her nylons. She grinned and turned sideways, so I could see her incredible, brown bottom sticking out behind the curve of her narrow waist.

  When she turned back towards me, I gasped when I glanced at her crotch. I expected to see the same lacy, black panties that I had seen before. That’s when I actually saw the sexiest thing that I had ever seen. Her panties were gone!

  Her dark-brown labia glistened in the diffused light of the cabin. They were swollen and juicy, and some of her wetness had smeared on her upper thighs. Her lacy, inner lips protruded slightly, barely holding tiny droplets of her arousal. “I can’t believe you,” I groaned as my eyes scorched her wet sex.

  Before I could say anything more, another chime sounded throughout the cabin. “We are going to throttle back now and level off at thirty-eight thousand,” advised the captain. Within a few seconds, I could feel my body begin to lurch forward as he pulled back the throttles and leveled off. I was still in the galley and was able lean against the counter to brace myself.

  “After a couple of flights, you will get used to the routine,” she giggled.

  I looked back at her and grinned. “It almost felt as though we were stopping for
a moment.”

  She grinned and curled her finger, beckoning me. “Follow me, handsome; I’m thirsty,” she said as she turned and walked toward the rear of the plane. I watched for a brief moment. Her erotic hourglass figure was more pronounced from the rear, but what captivated my attention was her round, brown bottom swaying gently from side to side, exposing her swollen sex. I grinned and pinched myself.

  When she got to the bedroom at the complete rear of the plane, she turned and put her hands on her hips. “Are you coming, or are you going to wait until you get to Seattle to take care of that?” she teased with her head cocked to the side.

  “I’m definitely coming,” I grinned as I headed her way.

  When I got to the bedroom, she was standing at the foot of the bed. She took the glasses from me and sat them on a small counter. I filled both of them and handed one to her. I held my glass up to hers. “There’s no sexy like sexy at thirty-eight thousand feet,” I said as we clinked our glasses.

  After we had taken a sip, we sat our glasses down and embraced in a deeply-passionate kiss. While our lips were fused, I reached down and slid my fingers through her swollen lips gently probing her flesh. She hunched her pussy into my hand and moaned, “I’ve waited three days for your touch.”

  I held her close as I placed the tip of my finger at her entrance. She squealed into my mouth as she shoved her pussy over the length of my finger.

  “You called me your boyfriend back at the airport. That was sweet. It made me feel wonderful.”

  She shook her head. “No, I’m the one who should feel wonderful. You are my boyfriend, aren’t you?” she asked, hunching into my hand as I slipped a second finger inside her.

  I took a deep breath, full of pride and lust. “Oh, yes, honey. I’m your boyfriend, and you are my girlfriend.”

  She moaned and kissed me more passionately as her pelvis worked my fingers deeper inside her. After a few moments, she shuddered and pushed me away, causing my fingers to slide out of her. Her raw, powerful odor had filled my senses and was driving my need for her to an unbearable level.