Chapter 38

Jeremy woke before dawn; he saw both Tiffany and Anabell sleeping peacefully in the half-light of the hut. He moved to kneel beside Tiffany. He gently touched her knee with his fingertips, slowly sliding them up the inside of her thigh. He brushed her cheek with his hand, and caressed the raised nipples on her nearly flat chest. She moaned softly as his fingers traced delicate lines up and down the insides of her thighs. She gasped and parted them slightly.

Jeremy traced little trails through the thick hair that was now covering her pussy. He remembered a time when she had kept it shaved and smooth as a baby’s butt. He leaned forward and sucked one nipple and then the other, bringing them to their full swell.

He positioned himself carefully between her thighs and pressed his cock into her sweet, juicy opening. Slowly he pressed himself fully inside her, and then he kissed her. She woke with a tongue delving her mouth, and a cock plumbing the depths of her pussy.

Her eyes opened, and she looked into his. She grasped his head as his hips began to move. She wrapped her legs around him, tilting her hips up to meet him. It was a slow, delicate thing, her pussy sucking at his hard, thick meat. She gasped as he sucked and chewed her nipples. She held his head against her breast until their movements became more urgent, and the gasping and breathing reached its crescendo. Tiffany screamed as Jeremy erupted inside her, the hot cream flooding her hungry womb.

“What’s wrong?” Anabell asked weakly.

“Nothings wrong Anabell,” Tiffany murmured, “everything is just perfect.”

Jeremy got up a few minutes later and Tiffany insisted on making sure he was cleaned up. She slurped greedily at their combined juices and wouldn’t let him leave until she was sure she had gotten every last bit of it off his cock.

Jeremy walked outside and headed to the Japanese base before the sun even rose. He got there just as the sun was clearing the horizon. He put a stick into the ground in the middle of the complex, and started looking around. He found what he was looking for: a pipe sticking out of the ground.

He uncovered it some more, moving sand away, and followed in the same direction, occasionally uncovering more as he progressed, until he found what he was looking for: three buried tanks. He hoped at least one of them was still intact, uncovering the fill ports.

With a wrench and a lot of straining, the rusted bolts finally gave way. One was full with what smelled like gasoline or maybe kerosene. The next was filled with oil and the third was filled with foul-smelling sand. They could do it, he congratulated himself. He walked to the headquarters building. There was an old map on the wall. It was very old. But he found a compass and measured out the scale on the compass.

Jeremy used a bucket that he dusted out as best as he could to start transporting oil to the engines of the plane. He hoped the oil filters on the old engines would survive. It took him till nearly noon when he went back to the stick. He watched it and the clock until the shadow disappeared. He then calculated that it was two hours and forty-five minutes ahead of California. That put them at almost plus eight, which put them pretty close to the Pacific Rim. Naomi showed up a few minutes later, with Nicole and Pricilla in tow.

“Wow, I never knew this was here,” Pricilla said.

“Go look in there Pricilla, but understand you can’t tell the others yet, it’s still not ready.” Pricilla wandered into the cavernous hangar.

“Any luck with fuel and oil?” Naomi asked.

Jeremy smiled. “In fact, I think we have plenty of both.”

Pricilla came out a few minutes later. “Holy crap, that is a big, old plane. It’s kind of weird looking though.”

“That’s because it’s a flying boat hun,” Naomi said.

“A what?”

“Back in the olden days,” Nicole began, “someone thought it would be a good idea to have planes that could land on water and had extended ranges for, well, war mostly.”

“So this is an old war plane from like Vietnam or Iraq?”

Jeremy and Naomi both nearly doubled over with laughter.

“What’s so funny?”

“This relic here,” Naomi said, “is from the Second World War.”

“Uh, that’s really a long time ago,” Pricilla said.

“Yep,” Jeremy said.

“Will it fly?”

“One way to find out,” Naomi said.