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_ Outcall to Babylon - Pacific Ocean High _

© 2010 "Mayfurr"

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"Air New Zealand advises passengers on flight NZ002 to Los Angeles and London Heathrow that this flight is now boarding at gate eight. All passengers travelling on this flight must be at the boarding lounge at gate eight and have cleared security screening. We are currently boarding all Business Premier and Premium Economy passengers, and Economy class passengers seated in rows 53 through 68..."

Delilah yawned, checking her jacket for the location of her passport and boarding pass. The departure level at Jean Batten International Airport was busy despite the lateness of the hour, with throngs of fellow travellers milling to and fro between the various duty-free shops and departure lounges, with airport security guards maintaining a watchful vigil throughout the departure hall. Rising from her seat in the middle of the concourse, Delilah picked up her travel bag and made her way towards the growing queue of passengers at the departure gate for her flight. On the other side of the large glass windows of the terminal building, the large white bulk of an aircraft fuselage stood illuminated in the darkness by the tarmac lighting, with the remainder of the airport visible only as spots and strips of light in the winter blackness.

Well, there's my accommodation for the next twelve hours,_Delilah observed, gazing at the massive aircraft outside as the queue inched its way towards the departure desk. She had already been travelling for the last three hours - an hour's flight from Wellington, plus an hour either side for check-in and border control formalities - but now, _this_was where her long-awaited and much-planned overseas holiday _really_started to become a reality, and Delilah was determined to make the most of it. She had even managed to upgrade herself to "Premium Economy" - separate check-in and priority baggage, a quiet cabin, a luxury reclining seat, and extra food and drink service - for the trans-Pacific parts of the trip, thanks to some generous tips from her regular clients. _I bet half the folks on this flight would be scandalised if they knew how I'd paid for this trip,_Delilah sniggered silently. _That the innocuous blonde canine female in the white blouse, jeans and boots in the Business Class queue had fucked her way through practically half the Chamber of Commerce to earn the money for this flight, let alone the upgrade...

Soon it was Delilah's turn at the departure gate inspection, where she wordlessly handed over her boarding pass to the gate attendant for inspection. Within moments her pass had been scanned and handed back, and she was waved through with a perfunctory greeting through the doors into the air bridge corridor beyond. Once on board the aircraft, Delilah displayed her boarding pass again, this time to a smartly-dressed male Border Collie flight attendant who checked the details again. He nodded.

"Miss Dickinson - seat 23-K... you'll be on the upper deck this evening," he informed her. "That's to your right and up the stairs."

"Thanks." Delilah smiled, following his directions, her spirits rising in spite of the lateness of the hour as she climbed the stairs. She'd never been on the upper deck before, and from what she'd heard from some of her clients this was the place to be on a long-haul flight... well away from the inevitable squealing of babies and the temper tantrums of young children in Economy. Within minutes she had found her seat - starboard side, aisle seat - and was busy preparing her seat for the hours she would be spending there. Books, music player, and complimentary toiletries and headset in the seat pocket, complimentary travel blanket under the seat in front of her, black leather jacket and burgundy travel bag in the overhead locker... and after the passenger in the window seat next to her had completed his preparations Delilah took her own seat and fastened her seat belt. Now she could relax - she had made her connections, and all that was left was the journey.

Altitude: 31m. Airspeed: 0km/h. Outside Temperature: 17C. Time to destination: 12hr 55m.

After a series of announcements over the cabin speakers Delilah felt the aircraft start to move, first backwards as they were slowly being pushed back from the gate, then after a few minutes pause forwards across the terminal apron and various taxi-ways to the end of the main runway. The muffled whine of the engines on idle swiftly turned into a mighty roar as the massive airliner launched itself down the runway, the acceleration forcing Delilah and her fellow passengers back into their seats... then, as smooth as silk, the aircraft lifted from the runway to rapidly climb away into the darkness, the twinkling lights of the city swiftly receding behind and below them.

Within ten minutes after take-off the seatbelt sign above Delilah's head switched off and the cabin crew began to attend to their passengers, bustling about with service trolleys and offers of drink. To Delilah's delight, the young Border Collie male that had greeted her when she boarded was also assigned to the upstairs Premium Economy cabin, taking her order for dinner and shortly returning with a tray of piping hot food.

"So where are you travelling to today, ma'am?" he smiled, expertly placing Delilah's tray down before her and laying out a crisp white napkin across her lap.

"Just Los Angeles on this leg," Delilah explained_._ "Thought I'd stay a day or two in California... then it's over to Europe in easy stages."

"The big O.E1., eh?"

"Something like that," Delilah smiled. "Though I'm probably a bit too old for that these days. I rather like my creature comforts, I'm afraid."

The flight attendant nodded. "I don't blame you," the Border Collie grinned. "Did mine a few years ago, backpacking around Turkey and Eastern Europe. Great fun, but it was a bit rough in places. Like you say, you may as well travel comfortably if you're going to be going that far." He paused. "Can I get you another wine?"

"Please. The Sav Blanc?"

"Not a problem - I'll just be a moment..."

Altitude: 7,625m. Airspeed: 854km/h. Outside Temperature: -31C. Time to destination: 10hr 06m.

After dinner (which had turned out to be far better than Delilah had been led to believe) the cabin crew cleared away the various trays and glasses before handing out arrival forms for the United States, prompting Delilah to fish about in her handbag for her passport and a pen. Then it was a case of filling in the usual blanks - name, date of birth, passport number, destination...

"Typical Yanks!" the male red fox in the window seat next to her cheerfully observed as he filled out his own forms. "I swear those questions on the back on the green form are some kind of perverse intelligence test - if you answer 'yes' to any of them you're too stupid to enter the place." He grunted. "I mean, asking whether you are a spy, a drug-trafficker or a terrorist? On a form? And what the fuck is 'moral turpitude' anyway?"

"Hmmm," Delilah mumbled non-committally. At least they're not asking for 'Occupation' - I don't think they'd let a self-described prostitute into the country, and I'd have to come up with something creative instead! Making sure that both the customs and immigration forms were signed and dated, she slipped them into her passport and put it back in her handbag, retrieving a pair of earplugs and a blindfold. With over ten hours of the flight still to go, sleeping her way across the Pacific (in the literal sense, for a change!) seemed the best way of passing the journey where only the blackness of night and endless ocean lay outside the aircraft windows.

Okay Los Angeles, here I come...

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The chink of bottles bumping together on a passing service trolley jolted Delilah from her dozing, the canine female wearily slipping her blindfold off and blinking as consciousness returned. The cabin lights were still dimmed for the night, her fellow passengers and the occasional member of the flight crew indistinct shapes in the murky gloom.

Must be getting ready to land at L.A. now, surely...? But a glance at the airshow video in the back of the seat quickly dispelled that illusion. On the world map showing the aircraft's flightpath and various landmarks of the journey, the thin red line of the aircraft's track still reached barely halfway across the Pacific.

Altitude: 8,800m. Airspeed: 997km/h. Outside Temperature: -40C. Time to destination: 7hr 14m.

What? Oh damn. Delilah yawned, struggling to stretch out in the confined space of her seat. Even with the width of her Premium Economy seat it was still hard to get comfortable, and as she struggled to find another position she felt pangs of sympathy for those passengers downstairs in Economy who had less room to move than she did.

Well, at least I'm prepared for this, Delilah noted. She fished out a thick novel from her travel bag, put her headphones on, and started to read. No sweat. I've been meaning to read this for a while anyway.

Altitude: 8,880m. Airspeed: 1002km/h. Outside Temperature: -42C. Time to destination: 6hr 45m.

Over an hour later Delilah angrily shoved the book into the seat-pocket in front of her, grinding her teeth in frustration as she glowered moodily at the screen of the in-flight entertainment system. Nothing on the entertainment channels appealed, she had temporarily become fed up with the music collection on her music player, and not even the books and magazines she had brought with her could relieve the tedium. Despite her best efforts, Delilah could neither occupy herself or return to even a semi-dozing sleep... and every time she checked the airshow display, the numbers mocked her with their seemingly slow progress towards her destination.

Altitude: 8,867m. Airspeed: 1004km/h. Outside Temperature: -45C. Time to destination: 6hr 08m.

Of course, there was one thing Delilah realised she could do... something tried and true that almost always sent her to sleep with a smile on her face.

You're joking,_part of Delilah immediately countered. _For fuck's sake, don't you get enough sex screwing punters for cash? And now you're on holiday, you want even more sex? In the goddam aircraft_, of all places_?

So what? This is my_time, not work!_ another part crossly responded. Just because sex is my work doesn't mean it can't be for my pleasure as well...

Don't tell me you're going to pick up a fellow passenger here and join the Mile-High Club. People have been busted for that before - you'd never get away with it.

Of course not. What do you think I am? Just some private time will do - and I won't even have to leave my seat. It'll be fun!

Unfortunately, a few brief experiments soon put paid to Delilah's initial plan. Even under the blanket, she found it was painfully obvious to anyone walking past what her hands might be doing, and there was no way she would risk discovery. For a few minutes Delilah considered giving up, but then remembered there was one place on the aircraft where a passenger might get some privacy: the lavatories.

Okay. At least I'm in an aisle seat so I don't have to climb over anyone to get out. Let's do this. After a quick check of the dimly-lit cabin, Delilah retrieved the complimentary bag of assorted toiletries from the seat pocket, carefully arose from her seat, and quietly made her way aft to the rear of the upper-deck cabin, looking just like any other passenger answering a call of nature. Luckily, the lavatory cubicle right next to the rear bulkhead was free, and with one furtive glance she quickly slipped inside, sliding the lock behind her and placing the bag on the counter.

How the hell can anyone join the Mile-High Club in this cramped space? Delilah immediately wondered. There's barely enough room for one_person in here, let alone two!_And indeed, the aircraft lavatory could most charitably be described as "compact" - the wash-basin counter-top and the actual toilet taking up the bulk of the cubicle, leaving just enough room for a single person to stand and turn around in. Even seated, it was no effort for Delilah to touch both walls simultaneously, and it was only a short stretch to reach the door. Even if you _could_fit two people in the room, surely there was bugger-all room to do anything once inside!

No matter. Lifting the toilet lid, Delilah quickly unfastened her belt and slipped her jeans down, sliding them down to her ankles before doing the same to her panties. Next, she sat down on the toilet seat, easing her legs apart as much as she could, the cool air of the cabin stimulating her exposed pussy and tailhole while she quickly unfastened her blouse. Delilah glanced down, savouring the sight of her naked crotch, grinning in anticipation of some serious masturbation. In less than a minute one hand slipped between her legs, her fingers rapidly finding and teasing her special places, swiftly building up a respectable 'head of steam' of excitement while Delilah sighed happily in quiet pleasure. She licked her lips, her experienced touch keeping her arousal ticking over at a comfortable level without prematurely triggering a climax - this was one experience she wanted to enjoy to the fullest.

Delilah stifled a moan of pleasure as her fingers brushed a particularly sensitive spot, desperately trying to avoid attracting attention from any curious bystander outside. The last thing she wanted was to be found with her jeans and panties around her ankles, her blouse unbuttoned, and her fingers between her legs - unless, of course, it was that cute lad who was serving dinner earlier...

"Hello? Excuse me, are you alright?" a voice called softly from outside the cubicle. Before Delilah could draw breath to answer, the lock started turning and within moments the door swung open.

"Oh my..." the young Border Collie breathlessly exclaimed, inhaling the strong musky scent of arousal that was wafting out of the lavatory. "Can I... do you need some assistance, ma'am?"

"Damn right I do," Delilah growled lustily, suddenly leaning forward and grabbing the startled male by his tie, firmly and insistently pulling him inside. "You can start by closing the door..."

"Oh yeah..." Delilah muttered under her breath, jamming her fingers deep into her sodden pussy, twisting her fingertips around inside herself.

The young male hastily tried to escape, but Delilah quickly stood up and pressed herself against him, their bodies pushing the door shut with a muffled clunk. A deft turn of the lock, then Delilah sat down again, licking her lips in anticipation as she hungrily studied the startled flight attendant before her.

"Ma'am, please!" the Border Collie urgently whispered. "If we get caught, they'll hang me for sure!"

Delilah giggled maniacally, her fingers stroking the already growing bulge in the young male's trousers. "I'd say you were hung enough already - well_hung, in fact," she breathlessly replied, gently pulling down the zipper and slipping her hand inside his pants. Within moments the Border Collie's belt and trouser buttons were unfastened, his pants sliding down towards his knees while Delilah carefully extracted his steadily hardening erection from his cotton boxer shorts._

"Ooooh baby... come to momma!" Delilah gleefully whispered, leaning forward to blow over the flight attendant's now exposed cock and balls.

"Oh god - that's so good..." the Border Collie whined helplessly, looking down in amazement at the horny female now busily engaged in stroking his cock. The scent of Delilah's arousal in the small compartment was driving him crazy with an ever-increasing sexual lust. She looked up into his face, noticing with satisfaction the last traces of resistance to her attentions melting away.

"How about you show me some of that famous customer service, mmmmm?"

"Well, if you're putting it that_way..."_

Delilah carefully eased her fingers out from between her legs, gently massaging her swollen clit with one slickened finger. "Come on... that's it..." she whispered, her mind filled with the image of her fantasy...

Grinning excitedly, the Border Collie proceeded to seductively pull his boxer shorts down, revealing himself completely before Delilah's devouring gaze. Her lusty smile grew wider at the sight of him - already the flight attendant's shaft was a full twenty centimetres long, and he wasn't even fully erect yet! Delilah panted heavily with excitement, releasing the Border Collie's cock from her grasp and giving the fat cock-tip a long sensuous lick.

"We always strive to please our passengers, ma'am," the Border Collie managed to gasp, squirming with mounting arousal.

Sticky fingers slipped between Delilah's netherlips again, the canine female squirming lustfully with half-lidded eyes as she greedily stuffed first two then three fingers deep between her legs. "Fuck yeah..."

"That's good - now get that lovely cock up inside me," Delilah huskily ordered, pulling her jeans and panties completely off and shoving them into the corner by the door. Now naked from the waist down except for her boots, the canine female lifted her legs up and spread them as far apart as she could, her dripping pussy now completely exposed to the Border Collie's lust-filled eyes. "Hurry up sweetie, I can't wait much longer!"

"With pleasure, ma'am," the flight attendant grinned, stroking his still-swelling erection, miraculously managing in the confined space to position himself between her legs and press his cock-tip against Delilah's heavily lubricated cunt. For a few seconds the Border Collie slid his length over her swollen sensitive clit - then slowly, gently, eased the now immense shaft between her netherlips and into her pussy. Immediately Delilah gasped with pure pleasure, whimpering with excitement, watching greedily as the flight attendant's enormous prick disappeared inside her...

Delilah moaned softly, squirming with arousal on the toilet seat. She couldn't believe her luck in encountering such a member of the cabin crew to service her needs - such willingness, and such skill! And what a gorgeous cock he had... large enough for pleasure, but small enough for comfort... she couldn't wait for the rest of it!

"Oh fuuuuuck...." Delilah whispered lustily, thrusting three fingers into her arousal-soaked pussy. She knew what would feel exquisite in there just right now - a large thick pink silicone dildo that she reserved for special occasions - but of course it was back in her drawer at home.

Dammit, fingers just aren't enough... gotta have something bigger! She hastily scanned the benchtopfor something -anything - that she could stuff between her legs to satiate her growing need. Finally, in desperation Delilah finally pulled her hairbrush from her toiletries bag, grabbed it by the brush end, hastily ran the handle up and down her dripping pussy, then with a stifled moan frantically thrust the brush handle-end first inside her.

Delilah leaned back against the bulkhead, her tongue lolling out one side of her mouth in pure pleasure, watching the handsome Border Collie stuff more and more of his massive cock up inside her and squirming with pleasure as she felt his crotch gently press against her own. It was all the way inside her now, its heat radiating through her body... she had never felt more completely and comfortably filled by a male!

"Ahhh... that's better, _yeah!"_By now the handle of the hairbrush was buried deep in Delilah's pussy, with the occasional bristle brushing against her clit. Meanwhile, her free hand was rubbing her breast and teasing her nipples...

"My god..." Delilah managed to gasp, gripping the side of the cubicle with both hands as her erstwhile lover began to fuck her with long slow delicious strokes, sending spasms of pleasure arcing through her body with each thrust. "If this service is for - ohhhh! - Premium Economy, what the hell do you do for Business class?"

"What do you think the lie-flat beds are really for, ma'am?" the Border Collie winked, easing her legs over his shoulders and lovingly licking her ankles.

"That's it... next time I'm - uhhhh! - getting an upgrade!" Delilah grunted, finally managing to push back against him, driving his immense prick deep between her legs. "Oh fuuuuck... that's soooo good, I - ahhhh!"

"I take it you're - aaahh - still enjoying our Premium service, ma'am?" he replied, teasing Delilah's clit with one wetted finger even as he thrust himself into her again, his balls brushing against her rump-cheeks and tail. "Am I providing... to your satisfaction?"

"Fuck yeah!" Delilah groaned lustfully. "Trust me, I'm a professional..."

"Servicing customers is our pleasure, ma'am," the Border Collie smiled, pausing to tease Delilah's netherlips with his cock-tip before hilting himself inside her again. "Would you like me to cum in you, or on you?"

"In me darling, cum inside me..." Delilah whimpered needfully, squirming with delight underneath him. "Fill me up... I want to feel it all up inside me, all hot and wet..."

"As you wish, ma'am..." With a muffled groan the Border Collie suddenly gave one last heavy thrust, driving his enormous cock deep - and almost immediately jets of hot thick liquid erupted inside her in what felt like a titanic flood of cum. Delilah frantically ground herself against him, greedily drinking in the sensations of his seed flowing inside her... then her own orgasm hit, rushing through her body like a tidal wave -

"Ahhh... oh fuuuuck... yes!" Delilah moaned, her face and muzzle contorted with effort, desperately trying to stifle her cries as her frantic thrusting of the hairbrush handle in her cunt finally pushed her over the edge into the orgasm she had been craving...

After what seemed an eternity, both Delilah's orgasm and the flood of cum inside her subsided, leaving the canine female gasping for breath and shaking like a leaf. Reassuring himself that she was satisfied, the Border Collie gradually started to pull his enormous shaft out of her, grunting with pleasure at the wonderful tightness of Delilah's snug yet slippery cunt around his cock. Below him, so much cum had been pumped inside Delilah by his massive ejaculation that it oozed out between her netherlips and his shaft, slowly dripping from Delilah's thoroughly-used pussy over her tail and into the toilet bowl underneath.

Delilah gazed lustfully at the monster prick that had given her such pleasure, her eyes captivated by the sight of its length pulling out of her cunt seemingly without end. Eventually it slid out completely with a soft 'pop', releasing a small tidal wave of semen from her pussy over her tail and into the toilet. The Border Collie smiled lustfully, standing patiently before the still panting Delilah, cum still dribbling from his massive cock onto her thigh...

For a few all-too-brief minutes Delilah lay back against the bulkhead, panting for breath, staring down with a sense of befuddled amusement down her partially-clothed body before she slowly withdrew the makeshift dildo from between her legs. Sticky strings of fluid dripped from the hairbrush handle and her fingers, a puddle of female juices was rapidly drying on the toilet seat between her legs, and the cramped lavatory cubicle reeked of feminine arousal. Chuckling quietly to herself, Delilah slowly stood up and looked at herself in the cubicle mirror, absent-mindedly brushing her hair before washing her hands and face with soothing refreshing hot water. A quick whip-around with some tissues and toilet paper to clean up the remaining mess, and she was ready to leave.

"Whew..." Delilah sighed happily, already feeling pleasantly sleepy, at peace with herself and the world. Oooh, that was good_!_ Just what the doctor ordered! She slid the door bolt, and opened the door - to immediately come face to face with the same flight attendant who had been vigorously fucking her in her fantasy mere minutes before.

Oh shi-

"Is everything alright, ma'am?" he asked, a look of concern flashing across his face while Delilah desperately eased past him into the cabin.

"No, no - everything's fine!" Delilah hurriedly replied, "I just -"

"Are you sure? I can - oh." The flight attendant suddenly smiled, realisation dawning as he inhaled the unmistakeable spicy scents wafting out of the lavatory cubicle. "Ah. Yes. No problem ma'am, sorry for bothering you."

"That's okay.. yeah, thanks." Delilah quickly nodded, turning away. Already she could feel her ears flushing with embarrassment, realising too late the reason for his change in demeanour. "I'll... no, I'm fine now."

The Border Collie grinned, his eyes watching Delilah's pert rear swaying as she made her way back down the still-darkened cabin towards her seat. "Yes, you certainly are - very fine," he murmured quietly, pausing for a few moments before entering the cubicle Delilah had just left and closing the door behind him.

Back in her seat, Delilah glanced once again at the in-flight display.

Altitude: 8,859m. Airspeed: 1010km/h. Outside Temperature: -45C. Time to destination: 5hr 52m.

Delilah smiled, a warm relaxed feeling suffusing through her body as she fastened her seat-belt and made herself comfortable, putting on her sleeping blindfold and earplugs. It wasn't long before the muffled roar of the thousand-kilometre-per-hour air stream outside lulled her to sleep, sending her back into the land of dreams as she, the airliner and the rest of the passengers and crew continued their journey high above the ocean in the high-altitude land of eternal sunshine.

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"Ma'am?"

Delilah grunted sleepily, luxuriating in that deliciously comfortable twilight between slumber and wakefulness, pulling her blanket up further over her body. She felt a gentle tap on her shoulder.

"Ma'am... time to wake up..."

"Wha-wazzat?" Delilah reluctantly removed her blindfold, blinking sleepily in the bright light of the cabin. She rubbed her eyes as she struggled to sit up, forcing her eyes to focus - to find the familiar figure of the young Border Collie flight attendant leaning over her.

"We'll be landing in a few hours, and we'll be serving breakfast shortly." he explained, giving no hint of any knowledge of what had transpired in the lavatory cubicle a few hours before. "Would you like some fruit juice? Some tea? Coffee?"

"Yeah... thanks... ah, juice please," Delilah mumbled, managing to sit upright. The flight attendant nodded, writing her order on a notepad, and after making the same query of the vulpine gentleman next to her he continued on his way. Rubbing her eyes again in the brightly-lit cabin, Delilah briefly watched her fellow passengers waking up, and out of habit she turned her attention to the in-flight display. To her relief, the long red line of the aircraft's course was now mere centimetres from the North American continent:

Altitude: 8,701m. Airspeed: 1024km/h. Outside Temperature: -39C. Time to destination: 3hr 37m.

The Border Collie returned with a glass of orange juice which Delilah accepted gratefully, downing nearly the entire glass in one gulp. "Thanks - I really needed that!" she gasped, suddenly seized by a terrific thirst. "Any chance of another?"

"Certainly ma'am, no problem," the flight attendant replied. "I'll get some water for you too - the cabin air tends to dry everything out up at altitude."

"You're a godsend, you really are." Delilah smiled warmly up at him, making a mental note of his name-badge andgetting a decent look at the object of her masturbatory fantasy for the first time. 'Kelly', eh? He really is a cutie, even up close, she observed silently. No rings or anything, so it looks like he's available. I wouldn't be surprised if he is_hung like a horse too. Hmm... I wonder..._

"I suppose... you'll be continuing on to London on this flight?" Delilah asked_._

He shook his head. "No ma'am - we're changing crews at L.A.X., and I'll be staying here overnight before taking En-Zed One back to Auckland tomorrow evening."

"A layover in Los Angeles, you say?" Delilah grinned wickedly, a plan beginning to form in her mind. "Well, that's a co-incidence..."

• FIN -

1"O.E.", or "Overseas Experience" is an Australasian term for an extended overseas working holiday. The typical O.E. is mostly or entirely self-funded and centres on London with side trips into the rest of Europe (though these days it might equally be anywhere else).