The Bracelets of Kali - Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Richard arrives in Paris/ Miss Crawford flies Air India

Charles de Gaulle Airport Paris 06.00 hrs

"Attention, attention, M. Richard Fanshawe, s'il vous plais, passenger, arrive dans Air France - 'allo' allo' Mr Richard Fanshawe if you please, passenger with Air France please report to the arrivals desk."

Richard sighed. 'What's wrong now, six o'clock in the bloody morning, if its that bloody wife of mine again I'll bloody kill the cow,' he muttered to himself.

It was another fax: "RICHARD - TAKE THE NEXT FLIGHT OUT TO MANCHESTER - ANDRE LA TOUR IS HERE IN THE UK - HE MISUNDERSTOOD MY FAX - MEETING SCHEDULED FOR 200 PM - BE HERE - AMELIA"

'Bugger you Amelia,' thought Richard. 'I'll catch a later aeroplane. First I want to see if Michelle is home with Andre in Manchester.'

However it did not seem to be Richard's day as only the answer phone replied.

He did have a stroke of luck. In the duty free store he saw some small boxes, lined in blue velvet. He bought four. One for the bracelet for Amelia, one for mother-in-law, one for Michelle and one for someone who might take his fancy at a later date. After all some strange things had happened. Maybe the bangles did loosen inhibitions, not because they had any magical properties, but because they were attractive - in the right light.

If only he realised how strange the happenings were.

Saudi Air Space - 45,000 Ft - Air India 747 Flight 69 - Calcutta To London.

Miss Mildred Crawford settled back in her First Class seat of the Air India jet. The Singapore Airlines flight had gone unserviceable at Calcutta and she had been transferred. A soft Indian voice broke into her thoughts. "Would Madame like a drink, a glass of champagne perhaps?"

Mildred smiled at the Stewardess and told her that she would love a glass of champagne. The stewardess had looked familiar too. Then the penny dropped, the girl was almost a twin of the receptionist at the Raffles hotel.

She soon returned, not with just a glass, but a half bottle of the best vintage Krug. "We shall be serving dinner in about twenty minutes. Is that satisfactory for you?" Mildred said that it was.

It was an excellent dinner and then came a film. It was a little more racy than Mildred expected to see on an aircraft but apart from a young couple at the front who appeared immersed in each other, she appeared to be the only other First Class passenger.

After the film finished, Mildred found herself feeling the unusual urges she had experienced in Singapore and when the stewardess arrived to see if she wanted anything further she was very happy to accept the blanket.

The girl leaned forward. "Miss Crawford, My name is Lila, if you require anything, anything at all before we arrive in London, please call me. I see the young couple in the front seats are fast asleep. I do not expect then to waken until just before we land. I believe they have imbibed rather too much."

Mildred thanked her and mulled her name over and over to herself. 'Lila... hmm... Lila... now why does that sound familiar? Why of course, how odd. The receptionist at the Raffles who could be her twin, was Leilah. What an odd coincidence.'

Mildred settled down under the blanket and the raunchy thoughts returned. Making sure no-one could see her she pulled up her dress, then raising herself in her seat she removed her knickers. Not being one for pantyhose she now had access to the area which she wanted to pleasure. She felt so wicked. She had not done this since school, but, she reflected, neither had she been fucked in thirty years but she had been two nights previously. Although, she recalled, it had not been a satisfactory coupling.

Lost in the pleasure she was giving herself she was startled at the sound of Lila's voice. "Can I be of service, Miss Crawford?"

Mildred turned towards her, her own fingers still busy under the blanket. Lila smiled and stepping closer raised her own skirt to reveal a smooth vaginal mound, and from her lower position Mildred could see it as a split peach. Again it reminded her of Singapore. Something at the back of her mind... Yes! The dancer who not only appeared to simulate intercourse but actually seemed to have an invisible lover.

"There is no-one here Mildred, you don't mind me calling you Mildred do you?" Lila removed the blanket and also appeared to touch a switch as the two seats immediately formed into a bed. Without being asked Mildred swung up her legs and parted them as Lila, dropping her own skirt, knelt between the open thighs. A greedy tongue was lapping between the glistening labia where Mildred's fingers had already been busy but this was far superior. Mildred remembered Kathleen, her room mate at university, so very long ago, but Mildred knew exactly what she wanted to do. She pulled at Lila who immediately knew what was required and swung around so that both women were in the old recognised position of soixante-neuf, the mutually pleasing 69 position where, over the next half hour, they mutually satisfied each other. Both women enjoyed multiple orgasms. The little death.

Afterwards, Lila asked if she might visit Mildred on some future visit to London and Mildred was only too pleased to give her the address.

Mildred Crawford was coming alive.

Continued in Chapter 6