he thief and the princess, part two,” I settle back into my pull-out couch in the Zurich pilot’s lounge.
It’s a quieter airport, meaning there’s no chance of anybody I’d have to share the room with right now. We have a night-long layover and a 5am flight, so company policy is to pay for hotel rooms for the pilots and crew. But I’ve got my phone call with Alexa lined up, so I turn down the hotel room, picking the pilot’s lounge, because it’s nearer. Only a short walk away from the plane.
I ask her, “Are you sitting comfortably?” and her purring, Mmm-hmm, lights my fire.
“Then I’ll begin.”
She sighs.
“After the thief came so close to being caught, the first time he climbed to tower of the bewitching and enigmatic princess, you’d think the thief would have second thoughts. That he would know better than to try again to steal her jewel. That he would see the risk was too great.
“But, oh no. You would be wrong to think that. In fact, his need to have her jewel has only gotten stronger, taken an even stronger hold on him. And, the poor thief can do nothing but relive his experience at the tower. The image of the beautiful princess, her enchanting curves, dripping in milk and honey. And the sounds of her long moans and sighs, unbearable to him because they are so long and deep. Her moans have reached into him and taken a hold of his very soul.
“The pulse that flashed through his whole body when their eyes met still reverberates. He craved her deeply then, and now he craves her still.
“Unable to think about anything but the princess and her jewel, he decides he must go back the next night, and repeat every part of the journey exactly as he did the night before. Stealthily he scales the tower, enters through the exact same window. There in the flickering candle light as he approaches is the exquisite view of her bath.
“But, to his shock and surprise, there’s nobody there. No guards, no princess.” I pause enough to check in with Alexa, making sure she’s still here.
“And?” Alexa asks.
“He’s confused, and he’s quite disappointed. But then he decides that this is for the best, for now he can go and sneak into her room and do what he came for first. He can search out the jewel he’s dreamt of for all of this time and he can take it. And that’s exactly what he does, he creeps into the princess’ chambers, and finds the jewel arranged amid an elaborate display on a dark wood desk against a wall.”
“Is there anyone there?”
“Shhhh! There’s nobody there, and he’s not sure why that is. He takes his time approaching the jewel, but when he stands in front of it, he hears a click, and all too late he realizes that he’s been snared into a trap.
“The thief is hoisted upwards. A trap from the ceiling, boosted by the elaborate magic that keeps the princess in the tower, lifts the thief and ensnares him with ropes.”
I clear my throat before continuing. “Fearing the worst, the thief begins to free himself with a knife that he takes with him. No, he’s not a violent sort of guy. We’re not thinking some sort of a combat knife. It’s more like a letter opener, really. He’s filing away at the ropes forming the snare he’s stuck in, only to find the princess was in the room the whole time, sitting at the edge of her own bed, hidden from his sight by a gauze. And by magic.
“She tells him that she was the one who laid the trap for him, and now he’s her prisoner. The thief begins to apologize, pleading for mercy, saying he didn’t mean to steal the jewel, he only came to see it. He’s dreamed about it for so long. That sort of thing.
“The princess is surprisingly merciful. She’s willing to free him, but she has one condition.”
“Oh, what is it?” Alexa interrupts. I make her wait.
“The princess tells the thief that the one condition is that he has to make love to her. She reveals to him that she’s a virgin, who’s never left her tower, and craves the prospect of one day being touched by a man.”
“I should have seen this coming,” Alexa says. Thankfully, I don’t hear her groan aloud. That would have really fucked with my storytelling flow. I give her a little sample of the captain’s voice. The storm-at-fifty-thousand-feet, rocky turbulence Everything’s fine, you’re in my hands. Sit back and enjoy the ride.
“He’s not one to reject a perfectly good deal, so he agrees and she magically frees him. He goes to her sumptuous bed, and she opens up for him like a flower. It’s a tender, sweet experience, because he knows it’s her first time and he doesn’t mean to hurt her. The satin sheets they roll on are lightly perfumed, and strewn with flower petals. Everything about the moment is, quite simply, magical.”
I listen to her breathing. I hope she’s as turned on as I am at this point. I am positively aching with the throb.
“The thief is good with his tongue. He’s a considerate lover. So it’s only a matter of time before he gets her cumming. She bursts and breaks hard for him.”
“Jagger!”
“Shh, I’m telling you a story. They end up in bed all night, passionately clinging and rolling with each other. Touching and tasting and savoring every delicious moment as they entwine and combine. As the daybreak looms, and the princess lays back contented among her pillows, the thief tells her he has to go. The sun’s about to rise, and that’s not good for thieves, who are only safe in shadow and darkness.
“The princess says she will allow him to leave, but it’s bound by another condition. He must return again the following night.
“The thief sees no reason not to agree, but he looks into the glow of her upturned face to warn her that he will keep his promise, but in part because he has yet to get that thing that his heart desires the most.
“With a final, parting glance to the jewel, lit and lovely in its case, the thief slips down the tower, and just before the sun rises, he’s away to the distant horizon.”
“Mmm,” Alexa immediately says. “Okay, I’m liking how this is going. Are you tired, though? Do you want to take a break right now? Have some rest?”
I’m surprised by her sudden interest in my energy levels. “Do I seem tired to you?”
“Well, you’ve flown a long way, and you’re telling me you’re in a small shared bedroom for pilots. It might just be that you’re better off feeling like you’re able to rest and recover,” Alexa suggests.
“So you don’t want to hear the rest of the story?”
She giggles. “I really do want to hear the rest of the story, so this is me selfishly wanting you to be at your storytelling best for me.”
“Ooh,” I tell her. “That’s very convincing.”
“You’re not the only one who can be persuasive, Captain,” she says, letting me think she knows how a sizzle of arousal instantly threatens to take me over at once.
“You know, after this early morning flight, my next stop is back home for a day. You should be careful with teasing me like that. You could be getting a spanking sooner than you’d think,” I inform her.
Alexa’s giggles continue, like delightful staccato peals. Her laughter kindles me all the more. Almost hiccup-like. “I don’t mind that at all.”
The flirtatious tone in her voice quickly gives way to something else, something more serious. “Hey, can I ask you a question, Jagger?”
“I may have an answer, sure,” I reply.
“Are you bored of this?”
Naturally, I frown at the implications of her question. “Of this? Of what we have here? What’s there to be bored of? I’m just a guy telling a hot girl a good story.”
“I know that,” Alexa says, sounding almost sheepish — but there’s definitely a note of nervousness in there too. “It’s just… I don’t know. I guess it’s me wondering why you aren’t, you know, doing more exciting things than telling me a story.”
“You mean something like fucking other women?” I ask, pointedly.
She’s hesitating on the other line. “Yes, but that’s not quite it. I’m sorry, it’s just maybe more than I can explain. It’s probably not what you want to hear right now.”
“Alexa, your voice’s everything I want to hear right now, as a matter of fact,” I explain to her. I’m a more than a little surprised to hear myself say it. But I know that it’s true.
“Okay. Well, why don’t you get some rest, like I said? You can tell me your story after you get some sleep. I might be asleep then, though. You could tell me the rest of it after you land, maybe?”
There’s a small pause before I speak. “I could tell you the rest in person, when I’m back,” I suggest.
“Your stories are just so great when they’re on the phone. When you’re right here, in my ear,” Alexa says quickly. It’s good and it’s lovely to hear, but I sense there’s something else. Something that sounds like she’s backing off in a panic. What goes on with this girl?
“Okay.” She says, “Goodnight, Jagger. Get some rest, I know you need it.” And there’s a sad tenderness as her voice cuts off.
I have to look at my phone screen to check that the call actually did end. Did I just hallucinate all that? It seems as if she abruptly decided she didn’t want to talk anymore. This isn’t our first call together. We’ve stayed on the line for hours, before. In comparison, this feels weirdly short.
Sitting up again, I begin to undress. There’s a hanger for my uniform with a hook just over the bed, so I place my clothes there, and then slip under the sheets. The tentpole of my cock, still hard from hearing Alexa’s voice, requires my active concentration before it softens.
“Maybe she’s the one getting bored,” I wonder aloud.
It’s not something worth thinking about. If that’s what she’s doing, and if she’s trying to play this off by making it seem that I’m the one who’s less interested, that would be a major loss for her.
“Maybe,” I murmur. I close my eyes and lean back, letting my thoughts relax and fade away.
Just one flickering thing stays alight in my mind. One little flutter that won’t shut down.
How the fuck will I land that story?