As Continental Airlines Flight #789 began it's descent over Buffalo Springs, Colorado, Jill Goodwell-Casey looked first at her husband of only a few hours, Tom, who was sleeping soundly in the seat next to her. She peered out of the window of the giant aircraft that carried her and Tom, and approximately 415 other passengers to their destination. The flight had departed from Portland International Jetport in a serious thunderstorm with severe lightning. Although the rain had subsided throughout the flight, the skies remained cloudy and overcast. The flight had been lengthy, and, although she tried to sleep, she could not make herself relax. As she watched the city taking shape below her, she closed her eyes for a moment to recall the last twenty-four hours.

She and Tom had boarded the plane in Portland, Maine at 6:30 a.m. after only a few hours of sleep. Their wedding had taken place in Booth Bay Harbor, Maine, at the beautiful Our Lady Queen of Peace Catholic church, at 3:00 p.m. the previous day. Jill's mother, Loren, dressed in a light blue organza knee length dress, had been her maid of honor, and Tom's friend, Darin Van Gordon, had stood beside him as best man. Both lieutenants in the Coast Guard, they had worn their dress white uniforms. Jill had been stunning—everyone said so—in her white organza strapless gown, with a sweetheart trumpet train. Her hair, which had grown much longer in the past year, had been set in an upsweep with a beautiful headpiece of pearls and clear crystals, attached to an elbow length, three-layered beaded veil. She had felt like Cinderella and, after the reception at the Booth Bay Harbor Inn where 300 family members and friends had joined in the celebration, Tom had made her feel like a real queen as they made love over and over in the comfy king size bed at the Inn.

Tom had carried her across the threshold into the bridal suite, kissing her as he did so. She chuckled as he set her down on the bed and started to kiss her again, first on the cheek, then on the neck and then softly on the lips. She had stopped him from proceeding further, stating that she had a surprise for him and had immediately retreated into the bathroom. There she had taken off her beautiful gown, hung it up carefully on a white satin-covered hangar, touching it gently before hanging it over the shower rod. She removed the rest of her white under garments and opened up her overnight case. She took out a sexy sheer black negligee, a black garter belt, black stockings and black high heels. Making love was not new to Jill and Tom. They had been intimate during most of their relationship, but this was her wedding night and she wanted it to be extra special. They had abstained from having sex for the past two months—much to Tom's dismay—so as to be much more desirable to one another on their wedding night. She had been planning this surprise for weeks.

* * *

Jill opened her eyes, realizing that instead of landing, the plane seemed to be circling the airport, and she wondered if there was trouble with the aircraft. She had been so busy reminiscing that she had not heard any messages from the captain. She glanced over at Tom, who hadn't stirred, and decided to wait for an announcement. Fifteen minutes went by, and finally the oft-spoken words of "this is your captain speaking" came over the intercom system of the aircraft.

"Ladies and gentleman", he said, "this is Captain Ray Waters. We don't want to alarm you, but there has been a minor mishap at the Buffalo Springs Airport, and we have been asked to circle for another fifteen minutes or so, after which time we should be able to land and get you all to your destinations safely. Please do not be alarmed, it is a minor incident, and the runway is being cleared as I speak, but please do keep your seat belts securely fastened. It's raining here, so hopefully you brought your rain gear."

He thanked everyone for their attention, and things seemingly returned to normal.

Jill closed her eyes once again and, smiling, thought back to the previous night.

She had vainly looked at herself in the full-length bathroom mirror and smiled at what she saw. She had taken the pins from her brownish blond hair, fluffed it up with her hands, letting it fall over her slim shoulders. She placed a small amount of her favorite perfume, Crystal Passion, in a couple of sexual hot spots, turned off the bathroom light, and walked into the bridal suite.

"Here I come, ready or not," she said in a sexy voice.

She walked across the room in a sexy strut and got onto the bed where Tom still lay fully clothed.

"Oh my gosh!" he exclaimed, eyes wide open, looking up at this full-bodied, sexy woman. "Is this the woman I just married or some call girl sent over by the Paris Point Escort Service? Wow Jill, you're gorgeous!"

"Just who would you like me to be Lieutenant?" She asked, kissing him on the cheek, then kissing his nose his lips, and, then, as she had so many times before she took his Lieutenant's cap off the end table and placed it atop her head.

"I can be either one", she said, batting her baby blues at him and pulling up the long black negligee to her waist. She got to a sitting position on top of him, placing her legs to either side of his chest. He touched her face, then her breasts, as she began to unbutton his white Coast Guard jacket, his shirt, and his pants. She kissed his chest, tongued his nipples and kissed him on the lips as she began helping him out of his clothes.

* * *

Jill jumped just slightly when the captain's voice again came over the aircraft's intercom. As she listened to the deep voice she felt a moment of disappointment for the interruption and that she wasn't able to finish the rest of her mental replay of the night before. She smiled and chuckled, as she looked over at Tom and gently shook him on the shoulder. As she awakened him, she was thinking about what surprises tonight's stay in the bridal suite might hold. She leaned over him and lightly kissed his cheek.

"We've been cleared to land," the captain said. "Please make sure your seat belts are securely fastened and your luggage is placed securely under your seats. I'm sorry for the delay. If any of you have connecting flights we will do our best to see that you make those flights on time. Once again, thank you for flying Continental Airlines."

Jill looked at her handsome husband, his dark black hair in disarray. She took his hand, leaned over and gave him another peck on his right cheek.

"We've arrived, Lieutenant Casey," she said smiling.

"What time is it, Jill?" he asked somewhat groggy. "How long have I been asleep?"

"It's honeymoon time, sleepyhead", she said kiddingly. "We were delayed a few minutes, but we're safely on the ground now. It's raining pretty hard so let's hope our rental car is available and we get our luggage quickly. The Sky City Hotel bridal suite is calling our names."

Tom unbuckled his seatbelt, stood up and, as he looked at his beautiful wife, he thought, "I have loved her from the very first time I saw her coming off that cruise ship in Portland, and I will love her for the rest of my life." He smiled as he assisted her to a standing position, then embraced her, kissing her lovingly.

"I love you, Mrs. Casey", he said to her, his eyes twinkling, oblivious to all the passengers around them, "are...