Turbulence. I shook and rolled in my seat, my eyes still closed. "Might be able to sleep through it." I thought. Safi stopped breathing again, and I heard the zipper to his satchel open. He was rummaging inside for something. I closed my eyes again and ignored the gentle rocking of the plane. We hit another bad patch, and faint sound of some electronic gadget came from Safi. He was breathing heavy. I opened my eyes just barely to see him with a handheld camera focused on my swaying, bouncing chest. I shifted my legs as and yawned as the turbulence subsided , giving him just enough time to hide the camera before I opened my eyes.
I stood up, and made my way to the bathroom. Security guy was asleep, the spook next to him was still reading something. I looked at myself in the mirror and thought about what to do next. I was stuck with this kid for the next week at least. He seemed harmless and I found him somewhat physically attractive. Still, filming me when I was sleeping was going a bit too far. The turbulence hit again and I watched myself bounce and jiggle.
I smiled and shook my head. On one hand it was a dirty thing to do, but on the other if he leaked it to the internet I'd definitely get a ratings boost. I thought about it, and realized that the more people who care about me the better. If the worst happened in this place and I was captured, it'd be nice to have some more recognition back home. Every soldier likes rescuing damsels in distress. I sighed, and unbuttoned my shirt. I wore a very tight black tank top, beneath it a deep red push up bra with the edges just barely visible. I reached in a pulled my breasts up and together, deepening my cleavage significantly and exposing a massive amount of flesh. I turned to the side, my DDD breasts standing out from my trim tummy like a soft shelf. I loosely closed the overshirt, knowing it would fall open soon. I pulled my hair back into a ponytail, and went back out.
The calm one subtly bumped the security guy awake as I walked to the front of the plane. I leaned into the cockpit. "How much longer?" I asked. The pilot didn't look back.
"An hour, maybe a little more. This storm's got some bad pockets I'm resolving." I patted him on the shoulder and he got an eyeful when he looked back, my eyes forward looking at the storm clouds. I smiled down at him and went back to my seat. Everyone was awake now. The security guy handed Safi the small camera back.
"Nice mountain photography, kid. I'd love to climb those someday." He looked at me and nodded again as I sat down. "It'd be nice if got more recent shots though. The situation in that region has escalated." I saw Safi blush badly as I sat back down beside him.
"About an hour left." I said, closing my eyes and pretending to sleep. The very next batch of turbulence sent my shirt open on one side. I felt Safi's eyes on my exposed flesh. I knew that the security had me pegged right. He saw me come back out and knew I was a tease, that I liked the attention. The cool air hit my warm flesh and I felt my nipples stiffen under the thin fabric as we bounced and shook. Safi brought the camera back out and I heard a whispered "Yeah." from the others. I could tell he was signalling them, but kept my eyes shut. I faintly heard the security guy slide out of his seat and approach me.
I barely felt the other side of my shirt slide open as one of his fingertips grazed my left breast. The turbulence picked up suddenly, and he lurched forward, his hand sliding under my tanktop. I had to wake up to that. I put my hands out as the plane shook to the sides as he pulled his hand back out, my whole breast coming out with it. I felt the cold air hit my puffy nipple as I gasped and slapped him. Safi filmed as my massive breasts shook to the turbulence, my face looking at the stumbling security guard. I cursed at him in Italian, secretly enjoying at how turned on I was as I struggled to put my breast back in. "I'm sorry lady. The turbulence hit. I didn't mean nothing by it!" he said, getting back in his seat.
When I looked back, the camera was put away. Safi was beat red with embarrassment. The guard rubbed his cheek where I slapped him. When the turbulence subsided, I sighed. "I'm sorry I slapped you. I didn't know what was happening." I said.
He looked over. "Its alright. I understand." I looked him in the eyes. He did understand. Dammit. If the plane ride was just a little longer, or had more people so that we could sneak away into the bathroom... but no. It wasn't. I let it go at that. The plane descended a short time later and we hit with a hard thump.
"Here we are." The calm one said, standing. "Outpost 6. The most remote Doctors Without Borders outpost in the region. We walked off the plane, and I was surrounded my nothing. Just shrubs and a chilled wind under a harsh sun. Safi walked off after me, and headed to one of the two jeeps.
"This way," he said. I followed him as the other two signaled an approaching helicopter. I guess they won't be coming. Wonder where they are going? I tossed my bag in the back, and slid in the doorless Soviet-era jeep.
Safi started the engine, and we bounded over the rough terrain as the plane flew away above us. Within 10 minutes, we were at a village of about 100. Five large tents were set up at the edge of town. Safi pulled up beside one of them. "This is us." He said.
"Us?" I asked, sliding out of the vehicle. I looked around. The region was very remote. It looked like, but for a few modern conveniences, like something from a 1000 years ago. The people looked at me nervously, but didn't approach. I walked into the large 20 x 20 tent and sat my bags on the dirt floor.
"Yes. I'll set up the equipment for the broadcasts in here. My bed is there. Your's is there." he said, indicating two cots on opposite sides of the tent. "Sorry you won't have as much privacy as you are used to." I looked back out at the people. The distrust of me was palpable.
"Its alright. I'm quite used to fieldwork and everything that goes with it." I said. When I looked back at him, he was peeling his shirt off facing away from me. He was very toned with tight muscles and two small caliber bullet scars on his side. "Wait, what are those?" I asked, walking forward. He turned to see me approaching, and it took him a minute to reply.
"Oh, I got hit by friendly fire about 4 years ago." he said as my smooth hand played over the scars, and over his tight abdomen to the other jagged scar. "That's where they ended up having to remove them from." he said, ridged under my touch.
"Oh." I said quietly, my delicate hands sliding over his young body. I turned and walked away from him, my shirt falling from my shoulders as I walked to my cot. "Safi...turn on your camera."
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