Hi!

I am your Flight Attendant for this flight, Ms. Genie Sextriss!

In case of a drop of air-pressure, as surely there'll be cause we're flyin' at 8000 feet sometimes and there ain't no pressurization, pant and gasp like crazy!

In case of emergency, the exits are here, and here, and here...
And here here here here here here here here here here here here here here here here here...
all around ya!"

Please keep your arms fastened around my waist until the carpet comes to a full and complete stop.

That's what I say when I had any passengers...
Which I did, sometimes...

Okay, okay, I'll stop fooling around, and let's get into it!

Okay, so, let's set the scene...
It is about mid or late September, I have arrived to Red Moose's land and house. He set me up in a room, but I insisted in sleeping in his Plains-style TeePee that he had set up near his house. I thought it would be cool! Chuckling delightfully, he agreed.
It is now the next day.
He, and a friend, a psychic Indian lady named White Dove, listened to my account of my trip.
It's a bit cool outside, despite that, I'm perfectly comfortable in my micro-skirt and tank-top. White Dove is conservatively dressed in a long, kind of a frontiers-looking western dress with some buck-skin, and ol' Red Moose is wearing a forest-green flannel shirt and regular (not low-rider) blue-jeans. He has a fire in the fire-place, and we're sitting on comfortable old sofas. There are Indian-style doilies and stuff on the sofa and tables, sofa-pillows with western or Indian design, and all sorts of stuff like that. There are carvings, dream-catchers, paintings, and, proudly displayed, The Pipe, of which he has been officially designated to be in charge of.

I'll get into their reactions and comments about my dress (and Jasmine the carpet) at the proper time.
In fact, I will relate to you, their comments, made in, more or less, real time of the time of telling my account (did you get all that?), which is the reason I wanted to set it up this way in first place.
Right now, I'm chomping at the bit to get started. My gosh, I've been typing my hands off for three days now, and ain't started yet! Sheesh! And I'm gonna start now, come hell or high-water, I tell you what!

So, imagine you are sitting with us, in Red Moose's house, listening to my yarn. What you hear/read, I am telling Red Moose and White Dove. At this point, they have been informed of Jasmine's quirk of not being able to fly over water. I spoke thus...

Using pilots' maps, I had planned out the route I was going to take. I waited a couple days for a weather system to pass.

The route I planned payed attention to the location of rivers. I avoided them as much as possible. I had discovered, that if I flew very high, like 6000 feet, I could cross over smaller rivers with only some instability. Jasmine would "soften", and slow down. In normal flight, Jasmine feels like she is spread across a table-top... no, not quite... like maybe, a table top with about an inch-thick, very firm "athletic-pad" on it. Jasmine has just enough give to be "easy on my knees", since I do have to kneel a lot while flying.

Anyway, when crossing over streams or very small rivers (or kinda, bigger than a stream, but not quite a river... something like that), it felt like I was going through a dip full of mud, if I had been in a car... or velomobile. But bigger rivers, no way. There was only one way to cross them; I actually had to come all the way down, land, roll Jasmine up, put her on my back, and pulling my two suitcases, cross the river using a walk-way of a bridge. Upon crossing the bridge, I rolled out Jasmine, placed my suitcases upon her, ascended and I was on my way again. Of course, there was always the caution I had to go through to make sure no one saw me.

By the way, the wheels that are in most suitcases are pieces of shit. I made my own wheel system using two suitcases that did not have their own wheels. I attached one high-quality street-board-wheel to each suitcase. Then, when I have to pull them over a bridge, which very well can be one to two miles long, I strap the suitcases together, attach a pulling handle, and they roll behind me nice and easy! Each suitcase has one wheel that sticks out, so, I lay the suitcases on Jasmine with the wheel-side up... for obvious reasons if you would just visualize.

Okay. So, what did I take...
One suitcase was full of jackets, low-rider jeans, and stuff like that for cold weather. I had a few changes of micro-skirts and tank-tops, and two sets of stiletto heels, three-inchers which I put in my suitcase last, because those were my walking heels and had to retrieve them lots, and four-inch stilettos for when I really wanted to show off. I had g-string bikinis for hotel pools that would allow it, a back-up bikini for stodgy hotels that didn't, and not one item of underwear. And of course, plenty of make-up.

The other suitcase has water-fillable, collapsible weight-plates, an easy-to-assemble-and-take-down leg-curls/extensions-thingy that could be set up on chairs, and an assortment of bars and so on for the water-filled weights. In the hotel rooms, I would fill the water-fillable weights with water, and there! Weights for working out!

Jasmine the carpet is seven feet long, long enough for me to stretch out and sleep. I would lay the suitcases on either side of me, and sit in the middle. When I laid to sleep, the suitcases on either side, kept me from possibly rolling off.

Pinned under the suitcase with the weight-stuff, was a pilot's map of West Virginia and one of Ohio. I had pilots' maps of other states in the suitcase with the clothes. Outside the suitcases, I had a very high-quality, professional compass. It was tied, via a string, to the handle of one of the suitcases. That was to keep it from possibly being dropped off Jasmine.

Okay! So, prepared thusly, I took off a warm morning of September 2nd, or something like that. My parents greeted me off as I quietly rose from my back yard in West Virginia.

Once I was around 2000 feet, I checked my compass and map, and got under way at the proper heading. I stripped what little clothing I had so I was nude. Oooo! I love it, that's why! And, I have found, that the less clothes, the more stable and responsive Jasmine is. The tiny micro-skirt and brief tank-top leaves me practically naked anyway. Stripping them has no effect. But, if I wear substantial clothes, like jeans and jacket, there is a small decrease in Jasmine's stability and responsiveness.

Do I feel the cold when up there, naked? Not usually. The sun beats down pretty hard. And as mentioned before, when Jasmine is in flight, some kind of force-field keeps most of the wind off me. It even seems to be a bit warmer than the surrounding air. Other than that, due to always wearing skimpy clothing, even when the weather does not call for it (such is my desire to show off my bod), I have become quite cold-tough. I just love nudity!!! I'll go nude or in skimpy clothing whenever I possibly can!

My route would take me north-north-west for a while, until I reached Wayne National Forest, situated on the Ohio side of the pesky Ohio River. At that point, the river is small enough, and I knew of places with Islands in the river, that broke the river to "segments", that from 8000 feet, I could get across it without too much trouble. The effect of bodies of water lessens, for some reason, with altitude. Jasmine's feel became "mushy" during the crossing, even to the point of my suitcases looking like they might fall. But, I held on to their handles, and used all my concentration, and managed okay. The mental work used oxygen, and I was panting pretty hard. It got a bit chilly too. I was glad, after getting over that rascal, to descend back down to a friendly 1000 feet. In fact, I descended into the national forest, landed in a remote area, far from human habitation or trails, and enjoyed a rest-stop.

Mmmmm, boy! That was nice! Talk about ambiance and healthful energies! I almost tarried too long. There were even black-berry bushes with plump black-berries as a "free" rest-area snack.

Finally, I tore myself away from that area, and continued on. I stayed north, to fly north of Cincinnati Ohio. That was to avoid crossing the big part of the Ohio River.

Jasmine appears to make sixty to seventy miles per hour. That's as fast as she will go. Flying eight to ten hours a day, that means 480 to 600 straight-line miles a day.

Normally, I fly around 1000 to 3000 feet, ascending to 6000 feet or even, up to 8000, only to cross small rivers as pointed out before. Depending on the size of the stream or river, I would ascend. Things like a typical mountain stream, you know, about six feet wide or something, I could safely ignore. Just anything with any size or depth to it, that's what I had to climb higher for, or, if too big, land and use a bridge to cross it.
One may wonder, could I go really, really high, for major rivers? Well, theoretically, yes. The effects of rivers do seem to have a "fuzzy" border of effect, which "blur" to little or no consequence the higher I am over them. But, for something like the Mississippi, I would have to go twenty miles high! I ain't got no pressurization here! So, that would be out of the question.

In flying over Ohio and Indiana, there were numerous rivers the deal with. With each one, I had to assess if I could "shoot through", or would I have to find a bridge, land and cross it that way. That's a lot of trouble, and it makes me potentially vulnerable. I avoid it as much as I can.

In many cases, I had to fly along a river, finding a place where Jasmine would not be as severely effected. These were often shallow areas with a lot of sand-bars or maybe Islands in the river. Or maybe I could find narrow spots. I found myself going up and down, up and down. Each time, my ears would go through this annoying business of getting stuffy, like a bad cold, where I would have to swallow hard or "fake yawn" to clear them. I decided, until I get past all these pests, to just stay at 5000 feet.

From the air, at 1000 feet to 6000 feet, it is easy to follow interstate highways. Sometimes however, I have to divert from interstates to enable me to go straighter, or in avoiding rivers. After that first day of travel, I ended up descending and staying in a hotel a little south-west of Indianapolis Indiana, along interstate-70, at a typical complex of hotels around a typical interchange.

I had taken off pretty late in the morning (typical for me), and traveled until it was dusk. Including the diversion through Wayne National Forest, made just about 430 miles.

Not slowing until almost right over the complex of hotels, I began my descent. As the altitude fell below 1000 feet, I began to see clearly, the hidden areas. In my usual way, I checked for presence of people, or hidden muggers.
This group of hotels was pretty easy. I found an open area, free of any people, behind a bank of trees, bordering farm-land. I landed there.

I sat on Jasmine a couple minutes, soaking in the ambience, and the energy. I am a spiritualist, you know, and we learn to become sensitive to these things. It smelled nice. Behind me was corn. The sky was deep blue, stars were already visible, and the surroundings were generally darker than I thought it would be. Often, from the air, it's brighter-feeling than it will be on the ground. Crickets were buzzing, and it had a nice, generally rural-farm feel to it.

I stepped off Jasmine, took my suitcases off and, OOOPS! Dam! Forgot I ain't wearin' nothin'!

I opened the clothes-suitcase, pulled out my heels, micro-skirt and tank-top. Having dressed (if you call it that), I rolled up Jasmine and tied her with the red rope.

Next, I fixed my hair... Oh yeah, by this time, I had begun wearing my hair in a bun with tail coming out of it, similar to the paintings here. That made me look even taller! Now, I'm six-feet-two, wear three-inch stiletto heels, and I've gotten better at walking in four-inch stilettos; let's see, now we're up to six-foot-five or six-foot-six. Now add to that, this tallish hair-style, and I have a height of six-feet-seven, maybe eight, over all. I could report the weather up here!

I placed another one of those temporary pictures the sysop prepared for me to the left. It could sorta be depicting me with my equally non-conformist friends in a typical city-street scene. Anyway, the pic to the left is fairly accurate on how high I tower above everyone else. Her build is about mine too, or perhaps, just a tad heavier. Oh, and my micro-skirt is shorter than hers, rides lower on my hips, and my tank-top is briefer than hers. I can't see her heels, but they must really be long... Eeesh! Some jealously sneaking in here... ahem!

Oh yes, my ears... for the purposes of the trip, I did let my hair hang a bit loose over my ears just a bit, to hide or confuse the appearance of their slightly pointed upper ridges. My body, skimpy attire and all that are one thing, but I just didn't want to be bothered with explaining my ears every time I turned around.

Anyway, before I set out dragging me and my stuff to the hotel, I looked around for anybody, then stepped a few paces to among the corn stalks. I helped myself to a few ears. They were ready. Nah, the farmer won't miss them! I stuffed them into my suitcase.

I didn't use the wheel-setup for my suitcases this time, because it wasn't that far... or so I thought. Furthermore, the ground was grass, weeds and rough, so the suitcases wouldn't have rolled well.

Unnoticed from the air, was a barbed-wire fence that I had to cross. I had to pass suitcases and Jasmine over the fence, then gingerly let myself through, being careful not to scratch myself.

After that, I tramped through weeds and tall grass for some three-hundred feet, then finally arrived to manicured lawn. Another fifty feet finally brought me to a sidewalk. I wore my stiletto heels all the way. I'm that accustomed to them. When in grass or dirt, I place my weight on the ball of my feet, so my heels don't sink through. As mentioned once, after my calf muscles strengthened (and I'm a weight-lifter anyway, for Pete's sake), I find that walking or running that way is better, faster and smoother.

Finally on a sidewalk, toward the back of the hotel, I finally could begin a more confident, "sexy" walk. Of course, still, I was struggling with two suitcases, one in each hand, and Jasmine under one arm.

Turning heads as I entered the hotel lobby, and causing the eyes of the young man behind the desk to bug out like a dyin' calf, I slowed my pace and sauntered right on up, and requested a room.

Now, in this environment, that of an interstate-side hotel, Jasmine, along with the two suitcases, were not that abnormal. A lot of people come in carrying, pulling and dragging luggage. Many items are highly valuable, and folks don't trust their locked cars to keep it secure. So, it's not uncommon for people to drag in all sorts of things to secure in their rooms, with them.

Mine was an authentic Persian carpet, so naturally, I would not let something like that stay in a car, even a locked one.
Of course, what people didn't know, and I didn't say nothin', is that I had no car. That carpet I was carrying; that's my "car".
Well anyway, Jasmine "posing" as just part of my luggage was a nice thread that accompanied me all through this trip. Struggling in with piles of luggage was a typical scene in these hotels, so Jasmine did not attract any unusual attention. That greatly alleviated the problem of "explaining" lugging a carpet with me. This trip was off to a nice start.

This being my first day out, I was developing the feel for it, so I behaved more or less conservatively. I climbed the stairs to the third floor (top floor for the hotel I was in) where my room was, and settled in. And, I was starving! And tired...
I set my suitcases up, leaned Jasmine in a corner, laid down on the bed just like that, and passed out.

When I awoke, it was 10:30 P.M.; it was already 9 P.M. when I got to the room, so that wasn't surprising.
I got ready to go to the restaurant and eat everything in sight. I hoped it was still open, even. Going that late is fine with me. The five to seven -oclock period is "families-hours", and I am incompatible with family types. The kids, no problem. It's the paranoid parents that don't like me (Eeesh! I'm sounding like that grouchy old sysop! Oh no!). After all, I go in there, towering at least six-feet-five, wearing micro-skirt, brief tank-top and shiny, black stiletto heels; I guess it should be said to me, "What do ya expect?". Anyway, I make it a point to go as late as possible; not to mention, those are my normal hours.

When I went to the restaurant, next door to the hotel, there was one couple, obviously on a date, and that's it. No families. Good. But, pity the restaurant...

"T'was the dark of night, black as pitch, when, from out of the mists, came an amazon monster, with a stomach of iron!"

That's got to have been, what the restaurant personnel thought! I ordered no less than three complete meals, and a big chunk of cake. When I left, they were done for. And a fascinated waitress, who kept looking me over, was a bit richer. Yes, I took care of her well.

I went back to my room, stripped naked, and simply fell on the bed and slept.
Later, I awoke with my cunt aching and gettin' wet, yeah, I woke up horny, happens sometimes, or maybe, a lot.
I tossed and turned, and tried to think unsexy thoughts, but to no avail. I noted the time. It was half-past midnight.

I gave up sleeping and was thinking of masturbating so I could sleep. I saw out my window, that the pool was deserted. "Nah", I thought, "maybe a midnight swim will cut this out".

But the way I did it was hardly conducive to making a horny feeling go away. I strung on my g-string bikini. It hardly qualifies as a bikini. There's a teensy patch that barely covers my "mound of pleasure". That patch terminates in a string that runs up between my butt-buns which hide it, then, just above the small of my back, that string splits to two strings, runs over my shoulders, comes down and supports two patches that barely cover the areolas around my tits. The two strings then come back together at just under my naval, and run to the aforementioned patch. One areola-patch is blue, the other is red. The patch over my mound is white. Red, white and blue. The g-string is made in France, so, I'm not sure if those are U.S.A. colors, or France colors. The patch over my cunt got wet immediately upon wearing it, such were my sexual secretions. My entire mound was all puffy, like, erected; kinda just like a dick ready to pop. The patch pressed on that and my engorged clit, making the horny feeling even more intense...

Remember folks, I'm telling all this to Red Moose and White Dove. I'm being completely honest about everything. I had to be, because knowing my behavior and personality was important to their assessment of what is going on.

Anyway, so... dressed, I went down "back" stairs and to the pool. I started for the water right away, so that the patch on my mound, by now soaked, wouldn't be noticed. Then I heard a sweet voice, a recently familiar one, say, "Wow! That's the kind of body that could put away so much!".
It was none other than the waitress that tended me!

Giggling, she stated, "I asked the hotel desk, what room you were staying at, simply stating, I was a friend. It didn't take much describing! A lady tower of power! He knew right away! But, I was shy about disturbing you, so, I just hung around. I was about to leave, then, here you came. And, WOW! OOOOO!"

So, I had a little admirer.
She had changed clothes, after getting off, apparently at mid-night. She had on a cute mini-skirt and sleeveless tank-top, which she took off, right there, asking, "May I join you?"
I said, "Sure!"

She didn't strip naked, although I thought for a moment, she was going to. She had under those clothes, a brief bikini, not strings like mine, but more substantial.

She laid her clothes on a pool-side chair, and strode quickly to me. Her shiny, dark-brown hair, simple, smooth and cut short, bounced as she came to me.

She was only five-feet-four or something, very slender, lean and fit. She came right up to me, looked up with an impish grin, and pressed my throbbing, engorged mound with her hand. She commented, "You been in the water already? I thought I saw you just get here...", then she giggled.
I think that imp knew what the wetness was!

Now, I make no proclamations to being lesbian. Vicky and I touch and feel lots, sit for long periods close or hugging, and have even brought each other to blasting. I love scrunchable, slender fit guys, but, if she's game for some fun, she'll do!

She clung to me as I stepped into the water. I just waded around at first. When I strolled to the deep part, I could stand where she would have to straddle water, or, what she preferred, hang on to me.

"Can I come to your room after this?" was asked by her a number of times, to which I would answer, "maybe". I was intensely horny. I wasn't sure about this. But it looked like, she still wanted to... um... "serve" me...
I finally replied, "Yes!".

She literally jumped up and down in glee!
First, I asked her to wait while I make at least a few laps up and down the pool, full-out swimming.

Me in that swimming pool was like a whale in a tub. When I got down on it, I was across that pool end to end in seconds. I did a number of laps. I had pent up energy that I had to exercise out. I set up waves that were sloshing around and even pushing her around. She was impressed.

Stepping out of the pool, she clung on to me, oooing and ah-ing, feeling my muscles. "Gosh! You're so awesome! So totally awesome! Like an Olympian Goddess!"

Mmmm! Those kinds of words are food to fat-egoed, show-off bitch like me! And man! Was I ever horny! It was a contest over which part of me was swelled up the most; my mound, or my head!

I had to remind the little scamp, to get her clothes, from that chair. I almost didn't notice myself, such were the waves and waves of ache and burning I was being pummeled with from my cunt.

On the way up the stairs, she introduced herself to me as "Peach", nothing else. I said I was Genie.
Peach said, "You look like a Genie!"
"Hmm", I replied, "Wait 'til you see the way I normally do my hair!"
I had "taken down" my hair for swimming.

In my room, she stripped right away, saying, "Let's get naked!"

Well... so I did. I dropped the set of strings that was my g-string. The vagina-patch stuck due to the wetness and being stuck between my swollen labias.

"We'll have to take care of that, big lady!", the little scamp said to me.
"How do ya propose that?"
"I'll bet you could take a huge chunk o' meat in there, couldn't you?", Peach asked as I sat on the bed, and she next to me.
Just thinking about it made me horny... hornier!

"I... need to sleep. I gotta travel tomorrow... I..."
"Get your awesome self on the floor, on your knees, lean on the bed, and let Peach help you!", Peach sweetly insisted.

At that point, I thought pretty well what was coming. Our size difference was just right. In fact, I had already been gazing lustfully at her little hands, with their soft, pinkish skin.

With my cunt swollen, aching and pounding, I assumed the position she wanted. She even went to the trouble of washing her hands under very warm water.

That little sweety kneeled next to me, leaning on my butt. She felt over my butt, oooing, "Wow! So hard and strong!"

She teased me with gentle sucking and kissing of my cunt and surrounding mound, before finally plunging her fist in my hole. Good gosh a-mighty! That felt good! I literally exploded. She brought me to three orgasms before I had enough.

The little sweety wanted only to be held, in return...
We both bathed together, with a lot more feeling up than what is necessary to scrub each other clean.

It wasn't long before...
"WOW! Your EARS!", Peach exclaimed. Yep, she finally noticed them. I had forgotten about that. I had just rinsed my hair under the shower-head and thus, my hair was swept back, fully exposing my ears.

"Oh yeah", I laughed nervously, "Those. It's a... uh... birth def... a birth anomaly".
"Wow! Maybe you ARE a Genie! Wow!", then Peach fell against me, hugged and uttered, "Mmmm!".
I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a gentle but firm squeeze.
Well, so, my ears were all good with her.

We went to bed, together and naked. Under the blankets, she snuggled to me, or maybe, more like stuck to me, and we slept.

As usual, I woke up horny. She treated me to another fisting. After that, we went to breakfast together, despite the fact it was nearly noon. That was a normal night for her, as far as sleeping hours are concerned, due to her job. And... it is for me too, actually.

Then, it got a little thorny... well, and touching too. Back to my room, with the hotel repeatedly telling me I got to check out or pay for another night, I got ready to leave. She kept leaning on me, wouldn't let me pack, and crying. Finally, I profusely promised to stay in touch, and to come back. We exchanged complete addresses, phone numbers and email. I told her I would not be at home for another few weeks, but that I might check email sometimes from Kinko's or other "Internet cafes".

But here's the thorny part... she wanted to accompany me to my, um, car... which I did not have.

With much stammering, I said, "I am, uh, going to take a taxi. To the airport. You see, I'm flying..."
"You came all the way from Indianapolis to stay here?"

I was quite some distance away from Indianapolis where, I supposed, they had an airport. I replied, "Um... I like hotels in the rural areas best. Um, the air smells better, and it's quieter".
"And I got to meet you! Oh mighty Genie!", she purred, as she fell into my bosom again for another hug.

Well, thank goodness, my hemming and hawing worked. Peach finally said, with tears, "Well, I gotta go, mighty Genie, I gotta do something for my Mom".
"Okay sweety!", I replied, holding her again, "I'll be super-sure to email you, write you or something you!"

I carried one suitcase and Jasmine while she carried my other suitcase. Even though I gave her the lighter one, she struggled with it. She insisted on carrying it. In the lobby, I checked out, and we said final good byes; for that day. I added that, for I was sad too. She was really sweet! And I am going to stay in touch, and see her again!

Anyway, with tear-streaked face, she left, and I saw her cross over to a corner of the parking lot of the restaurant, get in her car and left.

I sat there a time, almost like I was waiting for a taxi, lost in thought over her.

All of a sudden, it dawned on me, that people, some groups of which who were families, were looking at me. Lost in thought, my legs may have not been together, and the way that tiny skirt of mine slides up my legs, and I have no underwear, my "pleasure equipment" could be seen, and probably was being seen. Oops!

Finally, I got up, and, carrying both suitcases and Jasmine, I pushed through the doors of the hotel lobby and headed out to the farm-field.

As I walked to the back of the hotel, I left people behind. I headed across the manicured lawn, then a few hundred feet of grass and weeds, crossed the barbed-wire fence, and went on to behind the trees.
I untied and rolled out Jasmine, placed my suitcases upon her, took off my heels, sat on Jasmine and rose on up.
I rose up and away from the hotel area, so as not to be seen. At about 1000 feet, I got on my heading and I was on my way. By that time, it was 1:30ish P.M. As per yesterday, I stripped, to fly naked. I love that!

I gradually got up to 2000 feet and stayed there, except for pesky rivers. Small ones were to be encountered. But I discovered a little trick...
I was following interstate-70 almost directly. If it zigged or zagged, I just went straight, of course, but, where there were these minor rivers, I found out, if I just center myself directly over the bridge the interstate-70 provides, a lot of the "river effect" is reduced. By staying at 2000 feet, and directly over-head the bridge, I could make a crossing with only some "mushy" feeling. I thought, "Maybe I can use this for crossing the Mississippi when I come to St. Louis".

I took three and a half hours to get to St. Louis. By that time, it was about five-o-clock. No, wait, I had crossed a time-zone. In central time, it was four-o-clock. Anyway, there it was, looming ahead in the distance, standing in my way, the huge Mississippi. I could see that big, metal arch and St. Louis behind it, all on the other side of that great river.

Carefully, I attempted a crossing by staying directly over the bridge. It got dicey, fast, hardly more than a hundred feet into it. In fact, I was in free-fall once, my suitcases sliding off, and Jasmine flopping in the wind like any ol' carpet would if one was fool enough to attempt using it as a parachute... or, flying carpet. I really thought I was done for! I was headed straight for a steel structure on the bridge. But just barely, due to the area of protection the bridge provided, of which, apparently, I slipped out of, I just barely wrestled control back.

Oooo, man! What a fright! I wasted no time in going back to the shore. At this time, I was only a few hundred feet up, barely clearing the bridge structures. I wondered if anyone in that packed, slow-moving parking-lot of cars down there spotted me.

With Jasmine flying tight and stable again, and me continuing to breath sighs of relief, I gathered my thoughts and looked for a place to land. I could not find any, there was just too many people. They were in the wooded areas near the bridge, and there would be no way to come down without them seeing me. "Who knows, I might be being seen right now", I thought. Then I remembered I was naked. Oh well, tough shit! Get over it, society!

Nah, forget this, I decided. I'll find a hotel, now.
I flew eastward, seeking the rural areas. I think I ended up following along interstate 64, from the air. I found a hotel complex next to interstate 64. Now, it was five-o-clock, central time, and the hotel was busy taking in families. And there were a lot of people walking, strolling and just about. There were no good hiding places.

I lowered down and landed on the roof of the tallest hotel, a five-story facility, and simply rested until after sun-down. I actually got off Jasmine, put on my heels, and rolled Jasmine up. I had time. I just took it easy. The sun was almost down anyway.

It was beautiful up there, and the scene, gorgeous with that blazing sun-set. Wow! The sights available in the heights! It's a shame that most humans can never see them. One has to be a pilot, mountain climber, or live in the mountains, or, fly carpets, or fly carpets and land on roofs of tall buildings, to see these kinds of sights.

The top of the roof was kind of gravelly. I did not want to subject Jasmine to that just so I could sit or lay on her for comfort. I rolled Jasmine up, just loosely, without tieing, and leaned her against what was apparently an air-conditioning system, a big one, like those used for department-stores or big hotels. The upper surface of the air-conditioner was smooth, and warm, even. I took my tank-top out of my suitcase (remember, I was naked), not to wear, but wadded up as a small pillow. I stretched out on top of the air-conditioner unit, on my back, spread my legs and enjoyed a nap under the warm, clear evening skies. Mmmm! The things I can enjoy, made possible by that wonderful little Jasmine!

I slept good up there! When I awoke, it was black-dark, and the stars were... well, "star-tanning" me! It was already eleven-o-clock.

I got up from my air-conditioning "bed", and took a look over the side of the building, staying away from the edge; remember, there is no railing of any kind. Indeed, all was quiet down there.

It was a simple matter to unroll Jasmine, put suitcases on her, take off heels, and go on down, to a hidden area...

And, dammit! It happened again! I forgot I was naked. It just feels so natural to me; I don't even think about it. Well, fortunately, it was dark, I landed in a hidden area, and there was no one around. I got as far as having rolled up Jasmine and tied her, picked up suitcases and Jasmine, had put on my heels, and was beginning to walk to the hotel... buck naked!
I was just coming out of the shadows when I stopped, realizing my oversight. Dam!
I retreated back into the shadows, and put on my micro-skirt and tank-top. At that point, I was 95-percent naked. On this warm, late-summer midnight, five-percent coverage is as far as I'm going!

Underway again, I carried the two suitcases and Jasmine over rough ground, then manicured lawn, then sidewalk. I went on into the lobby to get the room.

A cute-as-a-button Indian lady (that's Hindu-Indian; from India), about my age, came out to greet me and take the order for the room...
Once again, my lesbian tendency is impinged upon. Seems like I like either a fit, skinny man, or any kind of cute, smallish woman.
She had this beautiful, medium-brown, or one could say, cocoa-brown, smooth skin, big, sparkling, expressive brown eyes, and mid-night-black hair.

Her big, expressive eyes were made even bigger as she beheld me, the jolly-blond-giant, that stood across the desk from her now.

First thing she asked was, "Is that a real Iranian carpet?"
I replied, "Yes, although I like to use the word, Persian; the present-day Iranians with their idiot religion has f--", I stopped myself, and reworded to, "has mucked up what was a beautiful, and highly spiritual... I mean, truly spiritual, not religious, culture, that dates back thousands of years".
"It is really too bad, the situation in Iran, isn't it?"
"Indeed!", I vehemently agreed.

I thought for a second, I may have "stepped on her toes" politically, but, not too worry; it seems I have heard on the news, skirmishes between Hindus and Muslims. I don't think they like each other much. So I could trash Iran and their Muslim government all day, and she'd probably agree with it.

"It must have been expensive!", the delightful, big-eyed lady commented.
"Yes, it was! Cost my parents plenty. They got her... er, it, for me when I was a kid. They said I made a big fuss, the biggest ever. And once I got it, they said I never fussed again. She is- I mean, it is very special..."
"Oh, you can call, it, her, I understand.", she said as she smiled so sweet.
"Thank you", I replied, almost in a spell.

As she took my info and set the room up, she kept glancing towards Jasmine the carpet. When I began to go, picking up suitcases and Jasmine, she ran around the desk and out, and offered, "I can carry, her, for you!"

She was so tiny, I replied, "No, that's okay, I can handle it".
But she insisted, "It's okay, I help you. I give you room on fifth-floor, for price of second floor. Long ways! I help!"

Her English was very near fluent. It had just enough "Hindu-Indian flavor" to be cute. Obviously, she was impressed with the carpet. In a case like this, I have learned, let someone help. You are not burdening them, you're doing a favor. So I said, "Okay", and handed Jasmine over to the eager Indian sprite. Jasmine is not light. The little gal struggled a bit, but, with my help, she got into a good carrying attitude and, after that, handled her well.

Unlike me, I always seek the stairs, she took us over and used the elevator. She stood close to me and glanced up a lot with her big, brown eyes. She asked, "So, you have her for a long time?"
"Yes, since I was five... years old, to now. I have had her twenty years".
"She still very well!", she commented, apparently about Jasmine's near-new appearance. Indeed, something has been "keeping" Jasmine well. I brush her off now and then, and carefully store her, but she is holding up extremely well, especially considering the fact, I essentially use her as a vehicle.

After a lot of glancing up at me with those big, brown eyes, she asked, "May I come in your room and look at her?"
"Sweety, you can come in my room and spend the night, as far as I'm concerned.
"Really?", she asked delightfully.
"Really!", I replied, then asked, "What's your name?".
"Um...", she sweetly uttered, "Um... you can call me Indira, yes..."

I heard "In-dear-a", so, I sorta spell it that way. I then told her, "My name's Genie".
"Wow! Like powerful magick Genie?"

Now, where do you suppose she got that stereotype? Well, anyway, I replied, "Yes! Like... a magick Genie! The Genie of the lamp, whatever!"
"The name is good! You're so tall, beautiful and strong!", Indira commented, as she leaned against me as in a cuddle.

That little gal wasn't doin' my cunt any good, that's for sure. It was getting swollen, hot and moist. But I thought, I better go easy with her, she's not used to... someone like me.

The elevator got to the fifth floor and Indira showed me to my room. And man! It was a nice one! The room had a balcony with sliding-glass-door access. Now, that might prove convenient...

Anyway, sweet Indira followed me in, still struggling under the heavy Jasmine. I set my suitcases down and said, "Here, I'll take her..."

Mmmm! I eyed Indira's soft little brown hands. My cunt was licking it's big, fat, swollen lips as I thought how great it would feel with one of those little brown fists plunging deep in me! OOooo!

But I had to lock that stuff up! This was a gracious, sweet little lady. I don't think she would be into that kind of activity. Problem was, my slobbering cunt was dribbling wetness down my inner thigh. It was trickling down and she might see it.

I leaned Jasmine against the wall, uttered "excuse me a second", and then I stepped into the bathroom, and wiped it off with tissues. As I came right back out, Indira said, "That's okay, you may use the wash-room".
I said, "No, I just had to blow my nose. Okay, you wanna see the carpet?".
"Oh yes!" she replied enthusiastically.
"May I spread her... on top of the bed? She's clean, I..."
Indira stopped me replying, "Yes, the bed is okay. Thank you for asking, you are so considerate!"

Me, considerate? Ooo boy... Oh well...

So, I untied Jasmine and spread her out over the one twin-bed that was in the room. You never heard such oooing and ah-ing! Indira felt over Jasmine, admired her, and felt again. She then asked, "Oh! Is that a real ruby?"
"Nah, I'm afraid not", I replied, "It's glass. It marks the front... um..."
"The front?", Indira asked sweetly, but perhaps puzzled as to why I would designate one part of the carpet as "the front".
"Um... um...", I stuttered, "It's um... the way I have her oriented when... when I sit on her and watch t.v... um... it's just a little thing I do..."
"It's very pretty!", Indira sweetly said, "It's a nice touch!"

After years of flying Jasmine, I found, for reasons I completely don't get, that if I sit facing a certain way, she handles better. So, acquiring a high-quality piece of deep-red-colored glass, cut like a diamond or ruby and set in a, what must be gold-plated (it hasn't turned green) holder, I wove it to the middle of one end of Jasmine the carpet's seven-foot measure. Keep in mind, she's six-by-seven feet in size. That, to this day, is "the front". But, the design on Jasmine is completely symmetrical.

"Climb on her and sit... just for laughs", I suggested. I added, "Oh, and take your shoes off..."
"Oh yes, of course", agreed a delighted Indira, as she climbed onto Jasmine, now spread over the bed.

"I almost feel this could be Genie's flying carpet!", Indira commented, as she sat on Jasmine. She looked so cute. Then, just like that, my old test... I suggested, "Close your eyes, and imagine floating up..."

I wasn't expecting anything. Then, the ends of Jasmine, that had been draped over the bed and on the floor, rose and Jasmine stiffened, like she does with me! She floated up a few inches. Little Indira apparently finally felt, this perhaps was not imagination, and opened her big brown eyes really wide to discover, she had really risen. She exclaimed, "I really flying! Wow! You are a Genie!"

I'm not sure how her own ability to rise makes me a Genie, but, oh well, I'll accept the title.

Indira seemed to take this wondrous discovery well! I think most people would have freaked. Maybe it's because she comes from a culture that still accepts the occasional out-of-ordinary happening as possible. That little dickens actually enjoyed rising, until she almost bumped her head on the ceiling.

"How do you get down?", she excitedly asked.
"Just will it! Will downward; 'feel' downward".
Jasmine then gently sunk, and settled back on the bed.

Little Indira excitedly crawled off Jasmine and the bed. "WOW! It really is magick! I really flew it!", then, exclaiming "Oops!", Indira slipped and nearly fell, but I caught her in my arms. Her little head fell against my breasts, right between them. She felt so cute in my bosom! I picked her up, sorta hesitated and held her on my bosom, then set her down.
"You're so strong, Genie!", she breathed, then added, "And beautiful!"
Naturally, that swelled my head up several hat-sizes.

I told Indira, "You are one of only a few people I have met, that can cause Jasmine... uh... that's what I call her, er, it, I call her Jasmine... but anyway, you're one of only a few that can cause her to rise. That means, I can take you on a trip! Would ya like to go? Tomorrow morning?"
"OH! YES! That FUN! But, scary... But you with me! You so strong!"
And then Indira leaned onto my breasts and hugged. I of course wrapped her up in my arms, and gosh, she felt so super-duper cute!...

Oh man! I guess some of my colors are showing; big Ms. Lesbian with you here!
Well, whatever, whatever.

Indira exclaimed, "Oh! OH! I got to go back to desk! Nobody there! I get off after midnight. May I come, spend night with you? Then, you take me on trip, tomorrow!"
"That'd be wonderful!", I answered enthusiastically.
Indira excitedly spilled out, "Okay! Okay! I go now! I be back, maybe, 12:15! Bye!".
Bubbly and all smiles, I saw her out.

GOSH! WAS I HORNY!!!

I looked desperately for something to masturbate on. Best thing I could find was the back of a chair. I had to stand with one foot on the floor, behind the chair, and kneeling in the chair's seat. I battered that poor, hapless chair until, I swear, I heard it creak and seemed to be coming close to falling apart. It took two slobbering orgasms to quench that bitch between my legs. I had to wipe up gobs of cum afterward, from the back of that chair, its seat, and the floor.

Indira is TOO FUCKIN' SEXY and CUTE! Gees, like give me a break! I don't want to be lesbian. But gosh! A cutie like that makes it hard.
And, it was gonna get worse...

Indira came back around 12:45, a bit later than she said, but who's counting. And, wouldn't ya know it, she changed to faded-blue-jean cutoffs, you know, that "torn" look, and torn close too, showing a lot of brown-skinned thighs. She wore a white tank-top that showed quite a bit of that brown tummy of hers. The jean-shorts rode low on her hips and had no belt. Her midnight black hair lay free-flowing about her shoulders. Something like five-feet-four, she was very curvaceous, or, voluptuous. Her loose clothing before had hidden that fact. But it was obvious, now! Like, thanks a lot, Indira! She's dam lucky I wasn't a man!

Well, she just wanted to cuddle. I was severely tempted to ask her to fist me. But I held back.
And it got worse! We were watching t.v., anything, I wasn't paying attention. I had let her select channels. I was absorbed in battling my cunt. A number of times already, at that point, I had to excuse myself, go to the wash-room and wipe off my slobbering cunt. If she asked, I said I was blowing my nose.

After a fifth time to the wash-room, she sweetly asked, "Do you have a cold, Genie?"
"Uh, um, Yes!", I replied, as I settled in back to the sofa next to her, and put my arm around her to pull her next to me.
"I think your wee-wee has a cold", Indira giggled, "not your nose!".
"Um... uh", I stuttered.
"Let us both become naked! Okay, Genie?", she suddenly asked.
"Um, well, SURE! I love gettin' naked!"
"So do I!", Indira said, as she slid off the seat.

Indira just about did a show for me. She unbuttoned her little shorts, unzipped them, and had to do quite a bit of wiggling and squirming to get those shorts past her thighs to the floor. Then she peeled off her tank-top.

I peeled off my tank-top and dropped my micro-skirt. As soon as I did, Indira fell into my front for one of my hugs.

I sat back on the sofa, expecting her to sit beside me, but she pushed between my legs, and sat in front of me, pushing her butt into my crotch. I had to open my legs wide as she pushed as much as she could into my crotch area. In that manner, she settled, and laid her head on my front.
So cute, it felt! And hot!
My cunt began drooling on her butt.

"You see?", Indira giggled, "it is your cunt have cold!"
She giggled and nudged my chin with the back of her head.

"You think I'm sexy?", Indira asked, just like that!
"Gosh! YES!", I replied.
"You think man think I'm sexy?", she further asked.
"Good grief! YES!"

Indira giggled, and squirmed her butt against my cunt, which was getting wetter and wetter.

"Put your arms around me and hug me tight, big Genie!", Indira asked, almost demanding.
Of course, I did so.
"Mmmm! I warm now! I safe now! In big Genie protection! Mmmm..."

Safe!? That was debatable!

That little imp squirmed her butt against my guchi again, and then asked, "If you had dick, you would fuck me?"
"Good heavens, Indira! Such questions!", I chuckled, but truly surprised at such a line of questioning.

It was an agonizing evening of being "teased", sexually. My cunt had drenched her brown butt, and wet the sofa. She had me hornier than I had been in a long time, if ever.

"Let's go to bed now, big Genie. I'm sleepy", Indira said, as she got up from my crotch.
Both of us had to go to the wash-room to wipe off my cunt secretions.

Out of the wash-room, Indira strode to the sliding glass door of the balcony where the curtains were closed.
Indira blithely opened the curtains wide open, allowing anybody and anything to see her, and me, buck naked. Of course, I didn't care. I even stood erect and kinda posed. Another hotel, a three story one, was pretty close. It was almost 2 A.M., but had anybody had a pair of binoculars, they could have seen some feminine delights.

Indira pulled at my hands and pulled me to in front of the mirror. She commented, "Look at cute, loving couple!"

Indeed, there I was, with golden-brown skin, tall, athletic, and against my breast was curvaceous, brown-skinned Indira. It was kind of cute.

Indira turned off lights and beckoned me to lay down, on my back. Right away, she climbed atop me, laid her head on my front, with her neck nicely in between my breasts, and got comfortable. She spread her legs wide over me, to the point where her knees reached the mattress, and settled in that position.

Then, a few more questions and comments from the little brown imp that was atop me...
Indira asked, "Would you like man fuck you now?"
"OH GOSH! YES!!!"
"I will like to watch man fuck you!", that imp commented.
"You're a little perv!", I chuckled, as I muffed her hair. She just giggled.
"What is length of biggest dick that go in your wee-wee?"
"Gees! Perv!", I chuckled, then replied, "I don't know, I don't measure them, for Pete's sake. I think, maybe, nine inches. Nine or ten, something like that. I don't go around with a ruler, measuring dicks! Gees! What a perv!", and I muffed her hair again.
"That too big for me!", she commented, then asked, "Was he big?"
"You mean, over all? No, not an ape. I don't like those ol' big-ape men. He was tall, as tall as me, but lighter, maybe only 160 pounds. I'm 200 pounds. But when he had a boner, it was a biggy, and nicely curved. Mmmmm! It felt
good!"
"You like men smaller than you?", Indira asked.
"Just kinda close to the same size. I like them slender and fit. I like it when their waist is even skinnier than mine".
"You stronger than them?", Indira asked.
"Yeah... Yes! I'll only date a man who's not as strong as me. But I want him fit. You know, works out, exercises. I like them almost as tall as me, or as tall, and skinny and fit. Gotta be fit".
"Maybe you like India men. Many them skinny and fit. But... not so tall..."

Indira's last statement was a bit slurred. Then, little snores began to issue forth from the little brown imp atop me.

With my cunt pounding, aching, burning and dribbling secretions, she really and truly, fell asleep! AAAAGHHH! What was I to do!?

I swear, if I had been a man, I woulda had a cock all the way up to her throat!
I said that kinda low-voiced, or , as a loud whisper... Remember, I was sitting in Red Moose's living room, with Red Moose and White Dove listening to this! Eeep!

I laid there with Indira sleeping atop me, and battled my cunt. I spread my legs wide, because my cunt was so swollen, it was uncomfortable to draw my legs in.
At last, it seemed like it finally calmed down. It was late and I was basically sleepy anyway, so I finally fell asleep... only to have what I believe to be an out-of-body projection...

I was with Indira on the roof of the hotel, the same one I had been on, earlier. We were both naked. She fell against my front, and I squeezed her... and then we "melded"; became one! And when that happened, the most excruciatingly wonderful, head-blasting orgasm came over me that I had ever felt!

I have been "out of body" before. It's a weird but fantastic phenomenon that every advanced spiritualist should learn. It proves beyond ANY doubt, that you are not your body, but spirit, and that is your permanent state. The body is a tool, an interface device that allows participation and interaction with and in the physical world.
But I never experienced that kind of... of... sex, I guess, while out of body. We didn't copulate... we can't! We're both ladies! But it felt like a super-duper extreme gega-orgasm that lasted several minutes. OOooo! I've never felt the like before.

Then, Indira was not melded but on my front, and I was hugging her. Then, I felt like I fell, then I heard a "snap" sound, and I was wide awake. Indira was still atop me, and my cunt and the bed below it was absolutely drenched. I had spilled the biggest cum, ever!

Then Indira stirred. She softly groaned a satisfied "Mmmmmm" and moved about a bit, but stayed atop me, with her brown legs straddling me.

"Indira, sweety", I whispered.
"Mmm?", she responded.
"I cummed on the bed, I gotta clean it up..."
"Mmmm, okay", Indira sleepily mumbled, "Did you enjoy that? On the roof?", she then asked.
"You... you... you mean, you remember... you did it... that thing, the... the orgasm, the sex, you did it with me? On the roof? You..."

Indira giggled from my stammering and stuttering. She replied, "I willed myself out of my body, ask you with me, and we go to the roof, gaze at the stars. They look very different when out of body, don't they?"
"I don't remember that part", I replied, "But I remember hugging you, and then you became part of me..."
"I was inside you, Genie! It was warm, so warm, so much love! I want stay forever!". Indira was almost singing those words, "You so, so beautiful, so very strong!"

Indira snuggled against me tightly. She was glued. It took some time before I finally got her to move off of me so I could clean up my cum. I didn't want to sleep on a wet bed all night. Then I noticed, Indira had cummed on me. Not the gallons I'm capable of, but, very significant.

After doing away with all the messes and covering the wet areas with towels, I commented, "The hotel cleaners will have a time with this!"
"Oh, it happen much!", Indira giggled, "Many time must clean after sex-mess. I used to do it myself. Sometimes, I still do it. Is okay! You big, strong Genie, make big, strong sex-mess!"

We settled back to bed. This time, Indira snuggled next to me, rather than on top. I pulled the bed-cover over her, but not me. I don't need it. As Indira slept next to me, I wondered about what just happened. Indeed, it was an apparent out of body experience. And the interesting thing was, Indira seemed completely familiar with the phenomenon, and maybe, better than me at managing such an experience. She remembered the whole thing in detail. I only remember the sex... naturally, for me.

We did not wake up until 10 A.M., normal for me, and perhaps, for Indira too. Her hours are four P.M. to midnight.
It was Indira who woke me up. The little imp! I felt a sexual stimulation from my tits. They were getting hard, and my unsatiable cunt felt swollen and hot. That little squirt was pinching and diddling my tits. I opened my eyes and there was her brown face with big brown eyes, just inches away, giggling.
"I know that work!", Indira laughed.

My tits begged for harder pressure. I hugged Indira tightly, pressing her over my breasts. The little dickens asked for it. She giggled and spread her legs over me, straddling me, and she even humped a bit. She asked, "Are you taking me ride on your carpet?"
"Yes, you perv! Now stop stimulating me!"

Laughing, Indira rolled off of me and sat up on the bed, leaning on one hand and with her legs spread...

Gosh! I mean to tell ya! You guys should see her...
Hey, uh, grouchy sysop! Could you, like, paint Indira? Maybe before you paint me. The guys reading this has got to see her. Her beautiful, porcelain-smooth, cocoa-brown skin, her curvaceous build... she's not gristly-muscular like a lot of competitor-muscle-women, but smoothed over... smooth complexion, you know. And make no mistake about it, she is strong, pound for pound. When she puts on and takes off her ripped-off shorts, she has to struggle them past some pretty well developed thigh-muscles, it seems. I don't know where she gets those, but, they are there. And don't forget her midnight-black hair...
Hey! If there are any artists reading this, how about you painting her? You could email it to the sysop of this site. He'll put it up with full credits to you. He's grumpy, but nice. The sysop of this site may not paint it for a while because of his worst enemy, making a living.
Okay, anywho, back to the story...

So, that imp sat on the bed like that, curvaceous, cocky; she knows she's an eye-full! She blithely asked, "Do I make you want fuck?"
"You know you do perv!", I replied, smiling, "You better be dam glad I don't have a dick, or it woulda been in you by now! Many times!"
"Oh, you not do that! You good!"

That one made me laugh!
And, my goodness! What a fire-cracker she is! I don't think I have ever run across anyone quite like that!

Then Indira further commented, "While you sleep, I look at you, enjoy your muscles, big wee-wee, big tits and, and your special ears! You are special, mighty Genie! Have Genie ears!"
"My, my, my!", I laughed, "They're just a birth anomaly. But, thank you!", I replied as I got out of bed.

Indira slid off the bed and strode to me, and sought a hug in my bosom. I held her firm and snug.
"Mmmm, Genie!", Indira moaned in pleasure, "Maybe you really magick, but don't know! Already, carpet magick!".
"It's a strange, paranormal scientific phenomenon. It is said, some Buddhists can levitate. Something about this carpet and my energy... and yours apparently, make levitation possible. Part of the reason for my trip is to visit somebody who might be able to help me figure it out".
"Mmmm, great Genie, just hold me...", was her only reply for some minutes.

"Make big muscle for me", Indira suddenly sweetly requested, lifting her head off my bosom to stare into my eyes with her hypnotic, big brown eyes.
"What do you mean?", I asked stupidly.
"Like this...", Indira replied as she eased herself out of my arms, stepped back, and made a nice little muscle-pose herself, with arms up, balling biceps, legs spread, displaying well formed, sizable quads.

That little gal's biceps weren't bad at all. They popped up, had good form, and were very prominent, almost large for her arms. She had nicely formed axillae and all that.

Well, okay, I'll pose for anybody who asks! My fat, over-weight ego eats that stuff up.
I spread my legs, rippled thigh muscles and raised my arms and balled up biceps.
"WOW!", Indira breathed, ooed and ah-ed, "Mighty Genie! WOW!".
She reached up and felt over my biceps, making plentiful comments about how hard and huge and everything. That fat ego was having a feast, I tell you what!

Indira breathed herself into hyperventilation maybe, and just fell against my bosom for another hug. I held her for some minutes. I'm sure during that time, my pig-ego was burping and settling its (or her?) sumptuous meal.

Finally, Indira let go of my bosom. She was excited and eager for the ride on Jasmine.
I was hungry, my stomach, that is, but I went ahead and unrolled Jasmine for Indira. I had to check out of the hotel soon, so, better do the ride first. Afterward, I could have lunch and then go.

I saw Indira struggling to get her shorts past her thigh muscles. I commented, and asked, "How come you have such well developed thighs?"
"I ride bicycle to work! I live almost to St. Louis, east of river, ten miles away. There is good bicycle road. Few cars, no dogs. I can eat anything! No have to diet, no have to exercise. Is good!"

Indeed, I have heard of the excellent cycling conditions in St. Louis. Well, riding ten miles one way; that's twenty miles in all; that would sure do it!
I then advised her, "If you completely relax your leg muscles, they'll slide on better. I work out with weights. I too have that problem".

Indira did as told, and her shorts went on without quite the struggle. She commented, "I like see you wear shorts! Look real good, is sure!"
"I don't wear shorts much anymore. They bother my cunt. They make me aroused all the time, and I get enough of that!"
"You must fuck more!", the little imp advised, "Then cunt not bother you!"

I was a big perv with a little perv. I just thought of something; I presented it to Indira, saying, "You know, we could just go naked!"
"I like too, but America people don't like!"
"But, we'll take off from here, through the sliding glass doors there, over the balcony. Then, we'll fly off to a remote area south of here where there's no people, have a picnic, and fly back here. Let's not even take clothes!"
"I like your idea!", Indira exclaimed, and then began the struggle to get her shorts past her thighs again, in taking them off.
"Remember, relax those muscles!"
"Yes!", Indira agreed, and then slid her shorts off without such a struggle. They were still tight, though.

For the picnic, I just took some canned corn, apple-sauce, potato chips and corn-chips; stuff like that.
I reset my hair up, with the bun and tail. Indira helped, sort of... she touched and felt and kissed, and actually slowed the process rather than speed it up. But she made sure my bun and tail were centered right. She set it a little higher than I normally do.
"Make you taller! Like big, strong Genie!", she said.

I opened the curtains and glass of the big sliding-glass-doors to the balcony. They just did make six feet wide, enough for Jasmine to pass through.
I laid Jasmine across the bed, and placed the snacks on her. Indira and I then crawled on, both buck naked. Indira immediately secured a spot in front of me, jammed up against me as close as she could get. I had to spread my legs to accommodate her. She pulled my arms around her like someone buckling a seat belt.

"I feel safe and warm!", Indira commented. I smiled, and kissed the top of her head.
"Well, let's do this thing!", I said.

I finally had a chance to say my lines...
"Welcome to friendly skies of Genie! Please keep your seat belts, my arms that is, securely fastened around you when the captain says to. In case of emergency, the exits are here, and here, and here, and here and here and here! All around!"
Indira giggled delightfully at my silliness.

Ahead of us, the opened doors and curtain of the balcony waited. Beyond were blue skies with some puffy clouds.

Indira asked, "You really fly through balcony? Will people see?"
"Nah! You'll be surprised how little anybody looks up!"

I willed Jasmine; the draped parts of her rose, she stiffened, and we rose off the bed. I willed carefully, within the confines of the room, so as not to bump our heads on the ceiling, or knock over lamps.

Quietly, we floated to the balcony, through the doors. We were then just over the balcony railing. Anybody knows that feeling at the pit of the stomach when one looks down from many stories up. It is actually scarier, even to me, when just floating over the balcony railing, than when completely removed from the building and in mid-air. That scene must activate some ancient fear-response from the most basic, reptilian-part of the physical brain. Little Indira froze and whimpered. I advised, "Close your eyes sweety, this part's always scary". I held on to her tightly.

Having cleared the balcony, I willed Jasmine up and away. I told Indira to open her eyes.
"I never closed them, Genie! I want be brave, like you!"
I chuckled and I squeezed her. Dam! She's cute!

I took Indira to an area I know, southeast of St. Louis, into Illinois, some twenty-five miles away, bearing about 125 degrees from St. Louis, near the junction of state roads 15 and 4, around a small river. I did not attempt crossing it. I landed in a remote area, at the river's shore, far from human habitation or road...

These places I know, all over the country, are merely places between known roads, not necessarily national forests or refuges or anything. From the confines of a car, from the confines of the highway, one sees houses, farms, and all sorts of stuff just strung out, seemingly endlessly, between towns. One might conclude, the entire country is like that. But what one neglects to consider, is that all it takes is a couple miles from any road, and you're alone! It might even be farm-field, but, unless the Farmer is working there on a given day, you'll be alone. I can see this from the air, especially at the altitude I usually fly, 1000 to 3000 feet.

With Jasmine the carpet's ability to take off and land anywhere, without a running start, like, for an airplane, and without rotational wings that must be in a clear area, as in a helicopter, I can access any wild area I want. It may be someone's property, but, they'll never know. They probably never seen much of their own property.

This is the approximate route that I took Indira on. Now, look at all that mess of roads, little towns and farms. One would think, how can you find a quiet, secluded spot in all of that? Well, you can...

Now look at the map below. That's what I'm talking about. I can find these, virtually unknown, areas of wilderness from the air. As you can see, the area is surrounded by farms, which is not particularly over-populated to begin with...

Then, I come in closer, looking for signs of hidden cabins or small mobile-homes or travel-trailers, and for a place as far from civilization as I can find...

And then, having selected the area, I float on in, quietly, undetected. Then, in that practically forgotten spot, Indira and I had a very nice, intimate, gratifying picnic with each other...

As you can see, I'm having a bit o' fun with Maps.live.com. Can you find your home or other place of interest?

Anyway, so as I approached the area where I wanted to land, I had to slow Jasmine down, and carefully thread through limbs of trees that lined the small river's (or big stream's) shore. No way could a helicopter do that!
Result? Indira and I were in a forest, on the shore of a river, enjoying the beautiful energies of the wilderness all to ourselves.
Indeed, Indira was impressed, with countless expressions of "This is wonderful here!", or "Wow! No one else sees this!", and things like that.

With Indira snuggled between my legs, her back to my breasts and butt next to my swollen mound, we snuggled and talked about stuff.

Indira told me of her history, some stuff about India, how she learned out-of-body projection, and other stuff. I told her of my history.

We had some canned veggies to eat, and then returned to snuggling. Remember, both of us were buck naked. We didn't even take clothes.

I began stimulating Indira's cute little titties. Her little breasts were well formed and tight. And her titties got even tighter. She snuggled and moaned.
Her voluptuous, brown legs were spread, so I let my fingers glide in over her cunt, and began rubbing. Now she was really moaning and writhing. Cradling sweet Indira in my bosom, I fed my fingers to her cunt until she moaned loudly, writhed and carried on, with a good amount of cum spilling out.
"Mmmmm, Genie...", she moaned, and settled back to snuggling. I held her while I suffered from a pounding, burning, aching cunt.

"I want please you, great Genie!", Indira softly said, after some time, "Like you pleased me! But, your wee-wee so big!"

Hotdog! I had my chance! Oooo! I could just feel her little brown fists going in me...

"There's a way", I said, my voice a bit gravelly and quivering...

I showed an eager Indira, the special "fisting-fist" that one makes to fist a gal. It's a special fist that hides all the nails.
I got into a position on my hands and knees. My elbows were supported by part of the river's bank. I directed Indira how to lean on my butt in a comfortable manner, and, bracing on my butt, how to work in and thrust her little fist straight in and deep in my hole.

Good gosh-a-mighty! Did that ever feel GOOD! WOW! That hit the spot! She loved her new-found talent, and enjoyed bringing me to orgasm after orgasm. It's a good thing we were outdoors! My cum was all over that bank. I think I must have raised the river's water level a bit!

I was cummed out, getting thirsty. Well, the cum is fluid going out; it has to be replaced! My cunt felt funny. I told her I had enough. But that little perv kept plunging her fist in me. She enjoyed the control she had over a much larger woman!
Indira was switching fists a lot, shifting from one side of my butt to the other. Her arms were getting tired. She brought me to one more long-lasting, greatly satisfying orgasm. I told her again, I had enough. She finally agreed, because her arms were giving out.

We snuggled again, with her between my legs and plastered to my front. Both of us fell asleep for I don't know how long.

It looked a bit late when we awoke.
"OH!", Indira exclaimed in a high, sweet voice, "What is time? I need get to work!"

I rolled out Jasmine, we got our stuff together, and took off. After threading my way through the tree limbs and clearing them, I took off as fast as possible.

I descended over the hotel, stayed flush with the wall of the hotel, and lowered down to the balcony. The doors were open, as they had been left, and I floated us in. The clock on the room's night-table said 3:30, so, Indira would be okay for work.

Indira said she had to bicycle to a friend's house where her work-uniform was. It was close, but she had to hurry. She begged me to stay one more night. She said she would pay for it. I said I would pay, and I would indeed stay another night.

She pulled on her shorts with me advising her to relax those gams. She then strapped on her tank-top. I likewise dressed too.

We went to the lobby where she said a hurried, "See you later, great Genie!", and I went to the desk to check the room out for another night. An Indian-Hindu male was at the desk at this time, the last few minutes of his shift, I assumed. I found out, that since I did not check out, the room had already been checked for me another night, and was already on my card. Okay then, all set.

I returned to my room, using the stairs, not the elevator. As thirsty as a desert, I drank glass after glass of water. I laid down, and slept some.
I woke up about five, absolutely starving. Normally, I would have waited until ten or something, for all those dogone families to go away. But my stomach wouldn't hear of it. I looked out the balcony window at the restaurant down there; sure enough, station-wagons and SUVs galore. It was family time!
So, in deference to those families and their prudish, paranoid ways (Oh no, I'm sounding like this site's grouchy old sysop), I wore my low-rider jeans and a leather jacket over my tank-top. Well, that's as far as I was going with the clothes. That's all I took, anyway. Thanks to the multitude of orgasms little Indira's fists had given me, the jeans didn't bother my cunt so much, and I was okay.

As I strolled through the lobby of the hotel, Indira was there, with a line of people. Too busy to talk, we just waved at one another. The people in the line looked me up and down, guys and gals both. Guys lust, straight chicks are jealous, and lesbies lust like the guys. I'm used to it. And my fat ego feasts on it...
You know, if one had special eyes or goggles that could see a person's ego, one would see me, tall and fit, followed by this grotesquely obese so-and-so, looking like one of those off a Doctor Phil Show, following me around, feasting on people's attention thrown my way, like one would feast on a steak, potato and corn dinner. (Mmmm! I think that's what I'll order!)

As I strolled into that restaurant, some six-feet-seven of me, counting stiletto heels and my tallish hair-style, a lot of heads turned, and a lot of soccer moms went "Humph!". Turned a lot of guys' heads too, as usual. For once, I was not interested in that. I found a table in a corner, and looked over the menu.

"HELP!" cried the restaurant, as an iron-stomached amazon devoured four entire meals. The waitress seemed interested in me, as per Peach the day before, but was way too busy to linger. I tipped her well, paid, and left with half a whole cake that I ordered and ate half of. The other half would get devoured that night.

It was funny; when I came in and sat, eyes were on me for my physique. But as folks settled, and that lone amazon in the corner was temporarily forgotten about, attention was to be directed toward me again, a little later. As the towering wonder, sitting by herself, stuffed her face with unbelievable amounts of food, stares of wonderment once again returned.

When I returned to the hotel, there were still lines of people keeping Indira, and another Indian guy, busy. So Indira and I only traded waves.

Using the stairs, I returned to my fifth-floor-room, got naked and relaxed. I ate more cake as space in my stomach became available. I sprawled out on the bed, my legs spread. I had full stomach and gratified guchi. I watched the news, some other t.v., and I guess, fell asleep again.

I was awakened by a knock on the door. I rolled off the bed, noticed it was half-past midnight, and checked the peep-lens of the door. Sure enough, sweet Indira was back, in her tight rip-off-shorts and tank-top. I flung the door open, greeting her cheerfully.

The cocky little imp came in, closed the door behind her, and then reached with one hand and pressed my guchi, and with her other hand, stimulated one of my tits. "Your way of greeting someone is very good! I like! But other Americans might not like..."
"Oh my goodness!", I exclaimed.

Yep, I was buck naked, the way I had fallen asleep.
Gees! Being naked is just so natural to me, I forget I'm naked sometimes. I'm gonna run into something really embarrassing one of these days if I don't watch it.

I led the giggling, groping Indira to the sofa to sit.
Indira stood up again, saying, "Oh, let me get naked!"

Indira peeled off her top, and struggled against her shorts getting them over her bulging quads. I reminded her, "Relax your leg muscles", and her shorts slid off a bit more easily.
Indira then made herself at home, between my legs, her butt pressed against my mound.

Well, that night was as delightful as the first, but with the addition, I did weight lifting. I hadn't done it in a couple days, which is okay. Indira was curious about my "portable" weight stuff, and even helped fill my "water-plates" for working out. Indira "helped" in other ways too, but not necessarily in a way that made things more efficient.

Weight lifting tends to make me horny. Indira makes me horny. Indira showed me her soft, little brown fists; didn't say a word, just showed me her fists...
The five-foot-four, curvaceous little mighty mite then had full control over the "powerful Genie"!

Exercise and what seemed like five orgasms had me worn out. Indira and I bathed together, and went to bed.
Mmmmm! It is so nice with that warm little imp by my side at nights.

Well, dammit! It had to end, I had to continue my journey. But I profusely promised to visit Indira again. We traded email addresses, physical addresses and telephone numbers. And then, an interesting way to part...

Indira had not returned home yesterday, because of being with me. I would fly her back, today...

I checked out of the room. It was eleven-thirty in the morning. Normally, Indira would have to get to work by four in the afternoon.
Also, she told me of and showed me a room she stays until morning. Not daring to go back home at midnight, she waits until light of day. She has a dinner, sleeps, and returns home something like seven in the morning.
That particular afternoon however, she did not have to go to work. She has Wednesday and Thursday off; as her weekend. So, I would give her a lift via Jasmine.

We had to be careful to not be seen.
Okay, just before checking out of the room, where I turn in the magnetic-card-key, Indira blocked the room's door open with a small object.
Carrying my two suitcases and Jasmine, Indira and I, starting from the basement story where the room she sleeps in was (apparently in an area of hotel staff-workers' facilities), we wheeled her bicycle to the elevator. We went to the fifth floor and on to the room which had just been checked out. Indira removed the object so the door would close properly.
We opened the balcony windows and doors, and the wild-blue-yonder beckoned.
Indira said the room-prep-people would close the balcony doors and curtain when they service the room.
We rolled Jasmine out on the bed. I arranged my two suit cases somewhat behind me, and laid Indira's bicycle across them, making sure the bicycle's pedals would not poke into Jasmine.
Clothed normally for us (micro-skirt and tank-top, me; rip-off-shorts and tank-top, Indira), we removed shoes and crawled on Jasmine, at the moment hanging over the bed.

Carefully, I willed Jasmine up. I watched the suitcases and bicycle to see they would not tumble as Jasmine stiffened for flight. Indira was tucked tightly in front of me. Her little brown hands held on to my thighs, tightly. My thighs are so big, and her hands are so small, there was no way her hands could "grasp" my thighs, so, claw-like, they kind of dug in. Ouch. But in a way, it felt cute. My hands were busy steadying suitcases and bicycle.

At last we were floating. The suitcases and bicycle stabilized, and so I held on the Indira; fastened "seat belts" around her, so to speak.
Carefully, so as not to bump our heads on the ceiling or knock over lamps, I moved Jasmine through the doors, and over the balcony railing. Even though I was holding on to Indira, her little hands dug into my thighs even harder. Like, ouch, man! After clearing the balcony, I headed straight up. After clearing the building, I centered us over the building, and continued straight up. Such procedures are for avoidance of being spotted. Indira's grip on my thighs loosened.

At 1000 feet and above, I began forward movement, and then relied on Indira's ability to point out where we were going.

"Did I do that, great Genie?", Indira apologized, pointing out red marks on my thighs, "I'm sorry, Genie!"
"Oh, sweety! That is completely, absolutely, unequivocally all right! Furthermore, I can say without hesitation, reservation or refrigeration, that I will cherish those little marks your sweet hands deposited!"
Indira giggled at my long-winded reply as I muffed her hair.

Okay, so now, Indira, sitting snug against my bosom, had to lean over or peer carefully forward and down, and literally "read" a "living" map, the actual ground, as it appears from the air. Not as easy as you might think.

Indira had little problem with the main road, a sidewalk of which, she would cycle on. But then, after two miles, she gets on a special "bicycle and hiking only" trail, and that proved difficult to follow. We ended up having to drop to 500 feet, kind of low, almost to the point to where someone can make us out.

The bicycle-road often disappeared under heavy canopy of trees, and wound around unpredictably. It thread between buildings, became part of parks then emerged from them unpredictably, and changed its general appearance. At one point, we descended to just over tree tops, so Indira could check for a certain land-mark. There were some cyclists moving beneath us, but none of them looked up. Indira didn't know whether to giggle, oh go, "Wow!". She confirmed the land-mark, and we continued, ascending back to 500 or 600 feet.

The bicycle-road crossed a fairly large stream, about 100 feet wide. I had to ascend all the way to 2000 feet, and take a running start just for that. As we crossed it, Jasmine became mushy and the suitcases rocked around. The bicycle slipped off and was headed for a fall. My concentration was thrown off when, like lightning, my hand had to zip back to catch Indira's bicycle from falling. Loss of my concentration resulted in Jasmine dropping some fifty feet. It scared the bejeebers out of Indira. I had to explain to her about the mysterious short-coming Jasmine has about bodies of water.

After crossing that damned pest, I rearranged suitcases and restabilized the bicycle. Indira's little hands had dug new marks in my once, blemish-free thighs.

We reascended to 600 feet and continued on. Indira gathered her senses, and her grip on my beleaguered thighs was released. I held her tight so she would feel safe.

"If you are continuing west, after you take me home, how can you cross Mississippi?", Indira asked, so sweetly.
"I land, put on a wheel-thingy on my suitcases, carry Jasmine under my arm, and cross the big bridge to St.Louis on the walkway. That's the only way".
"Strange, that", Indira commented, "Why would Jasmine fear water?"
"First, I gotta figure out why Jasmine can fly, before I can figure out why, over water, she doesn't".

I felt Indira's shakes. That incident really gave the little gal a fright. She was calming down. Damned ol' rivers anyhow! Sure seems to be a lot of them! Jasmine wouldn't have fallen so severely, had it not been for my loss of concentration due to catching that bicycle.
Huh! So that's why the airlines charge so much for taking a bicycle!

Leaning over a little more cautiously now, Indira continued to "read" the "living map" beneath us.
The bicycle road crosses some neighborhoods, both single-family houses and apartments. We continued following it, going generally east. Indira said she lives east of the Mississippi, but the Old-Man-River could be seen clearly ahead, maybe only another 4000 feet. Just before the river, were a jumble of interstate highways and railroad tracks. Then, over a certain apartment complex, Indira announced, "That's it! Those are where I live!"
So we made it without getting lost. Now to land without being seen.

It was one-thirty in the afternoon, a Wednesday, so there shouldn't be a whole lot of people out. Indira showed me an area of woods and brush, next to some kind of factory, close to the apartments. There, with due watchfulness for anybody around, I descended, threading my way through the canopy of trees. We settled on the grass in the midst of bushes.

"WOW!", exclaimed Indira as she got off Jasmine and wore her shoes (flat heeled), "That was fun!... except for that fall, that was scary!"
"I know, sorry about that!"
"Oh! Is okay! Great, beautiful Genie! Thank you! I love you!", after which, she fell against my front, my bosom, and hugged. I held her tight. We were like that for an entire few minutes.

Finally, Indira retrieved her bicycle. I rolled up Jasmine and, to Indira's invite, followed Indira to her particular apartment.

Indira said we had a bit to walk, so I took out my wheel-set and attached it to my suitcases. Then we kinda balanced Jasmine atop Indira's bicycle and tied her there with the same red rope, and, additional string. We set to a-walkin'.

We had to had to cross some streets, pass some kind of business or office complex, and into more apartments which turned out to be the ones where she lived. There were few trees.

I saw few other people, I guess they were at work. I saw a Hindu-Indian mom with a child, a Chinese possibly, but no one else. Few cars were in the parking areas.
Turns out she lives in a small but cozy one-room efficiency apartment, and apparently, by herself. I noted she had a good computer. That will certainly be utilized in communications with her later.

We had lunch and everything, talked more about what my trip was for, and, dammit, had to go through parting. Oh! I hate that! Especially when they cry. Indira cried on my bosom. I almost wanted to stay another day. I patted and petted her head, rubbed her back and... on and on, you know. She was stuck on my bosom like she was glued. And I wasn't going to pry her off anytime soon...

"On your way back", Indira sniffled, "You stay here! No have to pay! I use my fists, make you great pleasure!"
I assured her, I most certainly would. And furthermore, would make trips special to see her.

After such profuse promises to see each other again, and to email often, she saw me off... and as per usual for this account, seeing me off was not the usual...

Indira and I hiked back out to the wooded or bushy area next to the factory. Once again, she carried Jasmine on her bicycle. It was very easy that way.

She watched with fascination while I rolled out Jasmine, put my suitcases on her, took off my heels and sat on her myself. I immediately rose Jasmine to get her off of that rough ground. Hovering two feet up, Indira and I exchanged final greetings.

At last, I rose on up, backing up a little as I did so, to kind of watch Indira. By 600 feet, I could barely see her in the shadows of trees. I could just barely make out, that Indira finally got on her bicycle, and thread her way back to her apartment. I relaxed when I saw her go in the door.

Well, I felt tears welling up as well. I shook them off. Besides, I had this dam Mississippi crossing to deal with. That wasn't going to be fun.

Dam! This story is gettin' long! Okay, click here to continue...
Gees, I don't understand it... I took me only two hours to tell all this to Redmoose! Well... see ya next page!

Well, here's yet another email-chance.
Gosh! Two girls, so far, I've had intimate relations with, on this trip. I... don't think I like that trend... Oh well, that's me for ya. I'm so big, I guess I'm like something of a man to those gals, with none of the annoyances or dangers. And as for me; all I can say is, somebody mixed up the programmin' tapes for my brain while I was bein' made. But then, a fist goin' up my hole is a fist goin' up my hole; it feels dam good no matter whether it's a guy or chick drivin' it!
Well, maybe read on before emailing. In the next section, I finally get intimate with a guy. And there's other interestin' stuff that happens as I penetrate the wilderness of the northwest.
For obvious reasons, I want to keep my identity, actual location (it may or may not be West Virginia), and things like that a secret. Use this site's email. Say that it's for "Genie", and Grumpy the Sysop will relay it to me.

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