MAKING LOVE ON AN AIRPLANE

In the woods, Ishtar had already settled in peacefully like it was a home she's born.

A soldier girl in combat outfits, all army green pants down and a vest for a top on her upper body, she stomped the thick wood grounds, carrying a bunch of firewood in one hand and another hand strongly kept grip on a big sized deer she carried firmly up on her shoulders.

"Mr Beard am home," loud and tired, "Bang!" Ishtar dropped down the firewood together with a deer she was from hunting in the thick forest right infront of their shelter, yielding a sudden sharp noise that awoke the sleeping German shepherd.

Immediately after off loading her hunt, under the nearby tall trees, right opposite their hill structure shelter was a standing wide tree stem. Inside, the stem held water like a home water tank for domestic usage.

Into the stem delve, Ishtar stretched her arm and grabbed the mug. Full of water, she lifted it out, upto her mouth. She poured the cool refreshing natural water down her throat in only five swallows to quench her thirst and then after held out the mug, dropping it back into the tree stem, desiring no more.

Sighing loudly with relief, "now I can relax." She sat on the ground and in just a second her eyes closed, taking a nap under the tree shadow.

"Hey, daughter," Mr Beard showed up behind her.

Startled by his sudden voice, Ishtar's eyes opened, standing up on her feet real quick.

"Dad!"

"Right on time, I can see today's hunt was a huge success. You're skills are impressive." So pleased to see the big deer on the side, he showed appreciation.

His hands crossed from behind as he wore a gentle smile, Mr. Beard walked peacefully to reach the shelter.

"You have a an air flight to catch at midnight, our target is in Paris." He then turned to enter inside the shelter. Before he took a step in, he turned and looked at her once again.

"We agreed to address me as Mr Beard, not dad."

Remember he had taken advantage of her memory loss and lied to her that he was her father, something Ishtar believed until now.

It wasn't further when midnight clocked in. A big air bird in the skies so high sliced the thin layers of the clouds. A calm and silent flight, inside, the passengers relax comfortably in their respective classes. And here in the first class, too reserved, leaning her head back on the headrest with eyes closed, Ishtar was.

Suddenly her eyelids fluttered open, awaking with a jolt from the warmth of her dream. She had been walking through a field vibrant with the scent of white and red rose flowers filling the air _ as a fine dude dressed in a tight blue t-shirts awaits with a handsome smile down on a mat, where she sits comfortably, placing her head on his shoulder as he massages her soft upper arm gently.

But now the soft whispers of the dream faded into the lonely, quiet reality of her sit in the jet. Her heart pounded, and for a moment, she leaned still, trying to hold onto the lingering thread of beautiful illusion she had just lost.

She stood up to respond to an urgent need to use the airplane's lavatory for a short call. As she was about to grabb the door open, right opposite walked out a fine gentleman with a pair of spectacles on his eyes.

To Ishtar's surprise, he was the exact dude she had just had in her dream. She posed a bit from pushing the lavatory door open and stared at him.

"Hey, the light blue make of your spectacles shapes your face beyond handsome _ I'm so stunned," she complimented him, beaming.

"Such a weird hobby you've got right there, complementing guys accordingly!" He gave a teasingly reply.

Intelligently however, inorder to maintain her confidence, in the gentle dude's eyes, Ishtar played a nasty slip, setting herself up for a fall down on the floor. The gentle dude panicked. He stepped foward fast and pulled her into his chest, hence a grand save from hurting herself.

Heart panicking, she chuckled at the memory of what she had just done. While in his arms, they both gazed into eachother's eyes, which diffused Ishtar's beauty throughout his mind, hence activating the little man in between his legs.

Ishtar felt some strange stiffness poking on her lower body. "Wait!" In an intimate sigh she spoke, moving her hand slowly, downward on him to check what had really happened there. Touching right on his trousers zipper, he had his little man inside there erected.

With a serious gaze in his eyes, immediately after she had touched his good size little man who was activated, so hungry to feed, down in his pants, Ishtar sighed. "I admit, I put you in this mood with intent."

Since she had not had an intimacy for a long time, her body was highly demanding to be cultivated. Ishtar, too thirsty, didn't hesitate to draw her lips closer to his, to share the first gentle kiss. They both felt an undeniable pull towards each other.

Out of control, all drowned in, "I also bought these pair of spectacles with nonprescription lenses simply to look more intelligent," he said.

Ishtar unlocked the door to the lavatory open, signaling everything was alright with a charm in her smile, having her fingers stuck in his on one of their hands.

Hesitantly, the gentle dude, under prevailing circumstances, found himself inside lady's lavatories with a young beautiful lady, locking tight the door to prevent outside disturbance.

"I'm Jake," he said his name but Ishtar's attention was all on opening his belt loose to get the little man in her hands.

At this moment, she was not good at waiting when it came to desire. The ache between her legs was relentless. Her passion burned so brightly that she hurried to capture his lips in a tender kiss that took him by storm, which immediately deepened into urgency as her hands assisted down with releasing his pants quickly, pushing them down his legs.

Next thing they both knew, were screams and uncontrollable sobs which resulted from the rapid pleasurable tensions inside the female lavatory on a jet airplane.

Unpredictable flashes began to play within her mind like a dream. Amidst the moment of orgasm, with closed eyes, extreme joy and screams, images of herself and another man in bed, then a herself in the hospital pushing in tears to give birth, a baby crying afterwards and her stomach is bleeding; all these were happened to her like complicated images.

After the climax, she became so quiet and her face wore no smile of joy, wondering what the images meant. The more the gentle dude spoke, the more she ignored him.

"That was really sweet," he said smiling, but Ishtar gave him a deaf ear.

While she put back on her outfit, the face of a man in the images was non other than Bob Lee, but at the moment, due to her amnesia condition, she had no idea who he was.

"Who's he?" A question disturbed her mentally.

"Can we get to know eachother more after the flight?" The gentle dude asked politely.

"Get out!" With a commanding voice, Ishtar chased him to leave the lady's lavatories.

"Was I boring...?! Have I wronged you in any way?" He got more curious but Ishtar had no more of his time.

"I said leave!" She commanded once again, and this time tougher.

He gave a confounded gaze, feeling shallow and disrespected.