The pilot's protection

The anticipation of seeing Xander was a fever dream I couldn't shake. I couldn’t wait to see him again as it had been over twenty years. I felt somewhat attracted to him on and off over the years and I knew he felt the same as well. Though I’d probably be on his flight to Italy, I didn’t want to say nor assume anything because I was sure that there’d be multiple flights out to Italy during the rest of the day and he wouldn’t necessarily be the pilot.

I hoped that we’d both have time for a quick fuck before us getting on our planes. We fucked only once before in the past and Xavier almost caught us but thankfully he didn’t. A month later, Xavier left and spent twenty odd years hiding from me.

Halfway through the flight, I put my headphones and phone’s charging cord away in my small bag. I closed my eyes and fell asleep. I wasn’t necessarily tired but I knew that I was going to need all the sleep I could get before landing in Italy as I was going to find a former fuck buddy to spend time with before hiding for a bit.

About twenty minutes before we landed, I woke up and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth. I’m a firm believer in brushing one’s teeth anytime one wakes up and I also enjoy having fresh breath. I sat in my seat just before the “buckle your seat” sign came on. We landed and taxied to the gate.

I immediately got up, grabbed my shoulder bag and my duffle bag and headed towards the gangplank to go through customs. Thankfully, it was quick as I was the third or fourth person off the plane. After going through customs, I continued my way to the main part of the airport. Seconds later, I saw Xander handsome as ever in his pilot’s uniform. He rushed towards me and ignoring all the glares he was getting from the airport staff. Once we were close enough, I dropped my duffle bag and ran into his open arms.

As soon as I was in his arms, he picked me up and spun around a little bit until we both got dizzy. When he put me down, he kissed me then whispered in my ear that he was happy to see me again after all these years.

"Lara," he groaned against my lips, his hands gripping my waist tightly. "I haven't been able to think about anything else since you texted me that you had a layover here in Toronto. I’ve been thinking about you for hours."

He pulled away and then kissed me again but this time a little harder and a little deeper. My panties got wet and I moaned as he slid his tongue down my throat.

He leaned back, his eyes dark with intent. "Listen to me," he said, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "I've been planning this since your text identifying who you were came through. There’s a windowless boardroom that I reserved for an hour before I fly into Italy. It's private and it's exactly what we need right now."

"An hour?" I asked, a smirk playing on my lips. "You think that's enough time to handle me, Captain?"

"It’s an hour more than I thought I'd get," he countered, pulling me closer so I could feel his arousal. "And I plan on using every single second of it. What do you say?"

I told him to lead the way. "Lead on, Xander. Don't make me wait."

He hefted my heavy duffle bag, took my hand and lead me to the boardroom. He used his ID to get us in there. Once the door closed behind us and clicked, he locked the door.

"Finally," he breathed, turning to face me. "I've wanted you against a wall since the moment you hit 'send' on that text."

We dropped my bags, strip and he pushed me tits first against a wall. I spread my legs and push my hips towards him. In one quick thrust, his glorious dick is in me. He starts fucking my aching pussy like I was a sex deprived woman. Minutes later, we both cum and he shoots his load in me. He catches his breath then starts slamming his dick in me. When I told him: “Harder!”, he started fucking me harder and faster as he was pulling my hair with one hand. We both came and he spent several minutes shooting his load in me.

He pulled put, carried me to the table and laid me down on my back. I spread my legs and he mounted me. He moans: “That’s one amazing pussy. You drain me fast but I want to fuck you for days on end!”

"Then don't stop," I whispered, pulling him closer. I wrapped my legs around him and tell him to cum. He does and shoots more cum in my pussy as he’s squeezing my tits as hard as he could.

"I'm not finished with you yet, Lara," he panted as he pulled out. “I have another load for you.”

I get off the table, turn around and bent at the waist before being tits first on the table. I spread my legs and he mounted my pussy. He fucks me. He cums hard and fast then caught his breath. He was officially drained.

He pulled out, helped me off the table and we got dressed. "You okay?" he asked softly, adjusting his tie.

"Never better," I replied.

I let him leave alone before I left a few minutes later. I wanted to make sure that I still had the passports of my home country, the Russian Federation and my Lichtenstein one. Thankfully, I did so I grabbed my bags then I left the boardroom and headed to international departures.

When I arrived at the ticket counter, I explained to the ticket agent that I’d paid for my ticket to Italy with the layover here in Toronto while I was in Cuba but wasn’t given a physical ticket for the flight to Italy. She asked for my passport so I gave her my Lichtenstein one. She pulled up my name and was able to print out my ticket. She gave it to me and I thanked her.

As I turned to find outlets to charge the headphones, my phone and the portable charger, there was Xander. He approached.

"Lara! Is that really you?" he exclaimed for the benefit of anyone listening. “Where are you headed to?”

“Yes, it is,” I said. “I’m off to see my great aunt.”

"No way!" he said, playing his part. "I wish you had told me sooner so we could catch up. I'm piloting a plane to Rome."

“Had I had your information, I would’ve reached out,” I said. “Numbers and emails change and who knows if you would’ve checked an old email address?”

"Well, let me make it up to you," he said. “Let’s see if I can get your ticket upgraded.”

He brought me to the ticket agent, hands her my boarding ticket then leaned over the counter giving the agent a charming but serious look.

"Listen," he said quietly, "Lara is a very dear friend of mine going through a bit of a rough patch. She doesn’t have a ton of funds and trying to see her great aunt who isn’t doing well, and it would mean a lot to me if we could make this trip a little easier for her. She deserves to have some luxury from time to time, doesn't she?"

The agent looked between us and nodded, tapping away at her screen. "I think we can find a seat in the front for her, Captain. Just this once."

The agent was able to upgrade me. I thanked her as she gave me my new ticket. I took my old ticket and ripped it up before tossing it out.

“Captain, it was a pleasure seeing you again and thank you so much for the upgrade. Knowing you’re piloting the plane I’ll be in makes me feel safer since I’ll be in your hands,” I said. “I appreciate the kindness.”

Xander nodded and left me to do his inspection of the plane, get it fueled and ready before takeoff.

I find several outlets that are close to each other so I can charge everything all at once. It took several hours but that was ok. As I waited, I noticed that a few restaurants near the gate weren’t open when I first arrived to the gate but now are slowly opening I put all of my technology into my shoulder bag and then headed to the closest restaurant. It actually was a coffee shop but it’s what I wanted. Coffee by the buckets, bottles of water and bagels any way I wanted.

I ordered two extra-large iced coffees with plenty of sugar and cream with hazelnut syrup added, three of the largest bottles of water and a few bagels with a variety of schmear. It would be a few hours until my flight and I was thirsty and hungry. I chugged both coffees but took my time with the bagels.

When it was time to board the plane, I was thankful. Thanks to Xander tiring me out as well as the coffee, I’d be able to sleep. I found my seat without a problem. As I sat down after storing my bags, a flight attendant asked me to follow her to the cockpit and I did as she asked.

Inside, Xander looked up from his instruments. "Close the door as you leave," he told the attendant. Once we were alone, he handed me several of his credit cards and several thousand dollars casg in Euros.

"Take these," he said firmly. "I want to make sure you have some luxury while you're here. I’ve already called the credit card companies to add me to the account and told them not to flag any purchases no matter what the limit is."

"Xander, I can't take all this," I said, though my hand tightened around the cards and the Euros.

"You can and you will," he insisted. “When I was asked your name to add to the account, I had to be honest and shared who you really are- Marie Alexandrovna Romanov – but I received pushback when I told them to add you. I told them that they can’t limit who I do or do not add and when I told them that they’re risking losing a significant card member, they said it wasn’t a problem. It came to that as I explained that though you have the family name, you don’t have the family money as the family doesn’t know that you exist as of yet,”

“Xander, I can’t thank you enough,” I said. “I’ve been going through my personal stash lately and its dwindled fast.”

"Don't thank me," he said, taking my hand. "It's my pleasure. My accountant will be paying the bills for the credit cards, but don't worry about being tracked. The locations of the purchases will be blocked so neither he nor I will know exactly where you are."

"Why go to that much trouble?" I asked.

He gave me a serious look. "I did this so in case anyone asked where you were, both he and I would be truthful in their answers when they say they don't know. Stay safe, Marie."

I thanked him again and headed to my seat. Once situated, the signage stating to buckle one’s seat was lit up and the flight attendants went through their safety procedures. I ignored the safety procedures due to the fact that I had more air miles than all of the staff on board the plan combined – both as a passenger and as a pilot. As we were in the air and at altitude, I took out an emergency contraceptive pill and took it with some of my bottled water. I had to be careful over the next few days as I had so few left. It’d been five days since the Depo-Provera birth control injection and I’d technically be protected on Day 7 though I considered myself protected on Day 8. I could always go to a local pharmacy to pick more up but at the same time, I didn’t want to waste Xander’s money. I figured that I’d play it by ear.

I closed my eyes and fell asleep for a few hours. It wouldn’t take up the full eight and a half hours but it took a few hours of the flight time. I didn’t have claustrophobia or anything but I hated breathing recycled air with a few hundred people over eight hours without having the opportunity to have access to fresh air. This was the price to pay to end my work for the Italian government. This process would be easier than leaving the Russian government but I had to do this alone.