Paul Willson Fantasy

“Edward, darling! Wake up!” the excited voice called. Edward could feel his body being pushed on the bed. It wasn’t a strong push but it was a push all the same and nobody likes being woken up in such a way. “Wake up!” the voice was now no longer excited but much more demanding. He opened his eyes and saw the attractive face of the woman he spent the night with looking decidedly angry. The soft bob she had styled her hair with did little to soften the anger on her face. “Edward, you promised!” the perplexed look on Edward’s face made the woman even angrier. “You’ve forgotten, haven’t you!? That is so bogus! How could you!”

The woman turned her back on him, petulantly. This was quite fortunate as it gave Edward time to wake up, think what he had promised and, more importantly, remember who this lovely and naked young lady was. He guessed why she was naked and why she was in his bed, but the details were somewhat hazy to the point of baffling. His head throbbed. He had drunk plenty of champagne the night before, that he was sure of, hence the memory loss, but he had avoided the whiskey because whatever he had promised her would not have been an option if he hadn’t.

“Of course, I haven’t forgotten,” he reassured her gently despite it being a lie, as he shifted over to stroke and plant soft kisses on her back. “I just needed a few minutes to wake up”, her appreciative sounds gave him time to think of what he was reassuring her for. He rose onto his knees and wrapped his arms around her. Cupping one of her small breasts and caressing her hip, he moved from kissing her back to kissing her neck. She tilted her neck so Edward could get better access.

There were several things Edward was good at and one of those was charm and he was working his charm furiously to buy himself time to get himself out of the hole he now found himself in.

“Oh! Edward, that feels so good,” the woman murmured. Edward smiled as he kissed her, he knew he was buying himself a lot of time. He turned her face around so he could kiss her lips. He could feel himself getting aroused once more and with her ragged breathing, he was sure she was too. Edward then gently pushed her down onto the bed so they could fornicate like they had done earlier that night once more.

After they had finished and were lying in each other’s arms, Edward realised it was still dark outside. He reached over and took his alarm clock off the bedside table. 5 am, he thought irritably, she woke me up at 5 am? Then finally it dawned on him, “5 am!” he exclaimed aloud in an alarmed voice. ‘Dawned’ was the most appropriate word. “Quick, out of bed or we’ll be late!” he said with a great deal of urgency and jumping out of bed, almost falling over before grabbing some clothes from his wardrobe and putting them on.

“Darling! You did remember!” the young lady said happily as she rose from the bed, a lot more elegantly than Edward. Edward looked at the young woman in her full naked glory. Her slim, shapely legs rose to slender hips and a small bust to a petite but beautiful face framed by a fashionable bob. For that moment she looked to him like Aphrodite herself. No wonder he brought her to his bed, no man could have resisted this goddess. Then like a thunderbolt from Mount Olympus, he remembered her name, Margaret, no it was Margo. She was introduced to him as Margaret the night before but he had decided to call her Margo instead.

The previous night came back to him in a flash. The party was particularly wild and high profile. Paparazzi flashed their cameras at anyone who dared to arrive and they got more than willing prey. Many posed for photographs as they arrived. Those at the party were the young, great and good of London society. Aristocrats, film stars, and children of captains of industry mixed at a party where the party threatened to become a byword for debauchery as the band blasted jazz out into the gaudy art deco dance hall where the light from chandeliers was reflected downwards by the gold-coloured ceiling almost showing how the world would have looked like if God had lost all taste but had expensive taste all the same.

It felt like the champagne could have flowed forever and even the at the end of the night there appeared an indefinite supply and Edward happily indulged himself. Women wore their hair short, in the latest style while wearing dresses which showed a dangerous amount of leg, dancing the Charleston with unrestrained abandon appearing like the classic bright young things they were.

Margo was introduced to Edward by an acquaintance, a friend of a friend. He was instantly struck by how beautiful she was. She arrived with him and Edward assumed she was his date. That was until Edward found out that his friend of a friend was more than a friend to his friend. Edward had never seen two men kiss before and did not suspect that was how his friend was inclined. Edward did not know how to feel about this, it was illegal and the pair could end up in prison but no one else looked like they were perturbed, anyway, it meant the lovely Margo was all alone.

What struck Edward about Margo was her innocent beauty, she appeared shy, quiet and unsure of herself. What was her friend think of bringing such lamb into a den of wolves? Edward immediately gave Margo a glass of champagne, then another. With each one came enough compliments to make Margo blush and smile. It was a tried and tested technique and Edward wanted to make sure he was the wolf that was going to devour her.

They danced and drank more champagne until Edward was ready to make his move on the venerable Margo. With a final compliment, Edward leaned towards her for a kiss and he felt her melt into him. She was his and she wouldn’t have been able to refuse him even if she wanted to.

The champagne had gone to Edward’s head too and he began to brag about his flying. He was an accomplished pilot and he wasn’t shy about saying so. That was when he offered to take Margo for a flight to see the sunrise above the London smog on the condition that she came home with him that night. It was an obvious “practical solution”. There wouldn’t be time to pick her from her house and think of the scandal if a gentleman picked her up before down?

“Come on, we don’t have time,” he told Margo as she fiddled with her garter belt trying to attach it to her stockings in the dark. “You can do it in the car,” he told her not wanting to wait. “We need to get to the airfield as soon as possible.”

Edward pushed Margo out of the door, zipping her dress up as he did so while she tried to stop her stockings falling, unattractively, down to her ankles. Edward’s white Rolls Royce Springfield Phantom was parked on the street at an angle, half on the pavement, half on the road. An indication of how eager he was to get Margo into bed and how much champagne he had drank. Edward was sure he had parked the car adequately. He was relieved that it hadn’t rained the night before or that no one had tried to rummage through the car as he had left the cover off.

Never mind, it meant that they could save time. Edward opened the passenger side door open for Margo before jumping in himself without opening the door making Margo gasp happily with surprise, impressed by his antics. He started the car and drove off at speed through the empty night time streets of London only partially lit by the gas lamps that lined the roads.

While they drove, Margo stretched her shapely legs up and hitched up her dress in a seductive manner. She didn’t need to do it so seductively; all she did was to attach her garter belt to her stockings but she wanted to tease Edward. It had the desired effect as it was enough to distract Edward enough to make him swerve the car before he drove it straight into a lamp post, which made Margo laugh and Edward blush. Edward didn’t know why he blushed; he had seen her naked but this goddess was beginning to have an effect on him like no other woman he had slept with before.

They arrived at Hounslow Heath Aerodrome where the only lights were from Edward’s Rolls Royce. It felt like they had been swallowed by a black hole such was the darkness. Edward leant across Margo and began fishing around in the glove box before rising smiling with a flashlight while Margo looked down at him, one eyebrow arched with disapproval.

“Wait here while I prepare the plane in the hanger,” he said and on seeing Margo shiver in her flimsy dress, he went to the boot and took out a blanket, giving it to Margo before removing his jacket and doing the same. “When I wave the flashlight comes over. Follow the light, I’ll be waiting at the door of the hanger,” Edward said with attempted authority. “Oh, and bring the blanket and jacket. You will need them later,” he told her.

Margo watched Edward walk towards the hanger. The light of his flashlight got smaller and smaller until it looked like a star from the night sky had fallen to Earth. She was so far away that she could not hear the scrap of the hanger door open but she could see the light disappear as he went inside before light flooded the hanger.

Margo suddenly felt nervous and scared as she sat alone in the darkness. The darkness felt like a thick veil had covered her, her breathing sounded louder than the rushing wind in her ears as they drove to the aerodrome. Time felt like it had stood still for eternity until she saw the torchlight waving at her.

She exited the car and began walking as fast as she could towards the waving star in the distance. The soft ground made it hard for her to walk in her heels. Maybe she should have made Edward take her home but she was far too excited for the next stage of her journey, after all, she had stayed the night with Edward for that reason.

With relief, Margo arrived at the hanger door where Edward was waiting, wearing a pair of white overalls that he had put on while she waited in the car.

“Her she is,” Edward said proudly, waving a hand theatrically at the small blue aircraft. “A de Haviland DH60 Moth. I like to call her Martha.”

Margo’s excitement increased as she saw the small two-seater bi-plane in the dim light of the hanger. The pilot sat up front and there was a passenger seat behind the pilot’s seat

“Let’s get you up into your seat!” Edward said happily as he held out his hand to Margo to help her up the ladder as ladylike as she could muster, which was hard in her attire which was, of course, more appropriate for parties than flying. Edward darted up the ladder expertly to help Margo get into the aircraft’s passenger seat before covering her with the blanket and putting on a pair of flying goggles on her.

He then climbed into the cockpit and started the engine before heading quickly back down to the ground to pull away the chocks and then climbing again back to the cockpit once more.

“Here,” he shouted over the roar of the engine, handing Margo the flashlight. “Shine this straight ahead.”

Margo’s excitement increased once more as she found herself as a participant, as well as a passenger before doubt, put a dampener on it all.

“You have flown before,” she shouted as best she could to be heard over the sound of the loud engine.

“Of course!” Edward shouted back. “Many times.”

“At night, I mean.”

“Of course,” Edward sounded less assured. That was because he had never flown at night. He had flown at dawn and dusk but never in the pitch darkness. He was taking a tremendous risk. He had to not only find the runway but also start the take-off from the right place and all he had lighting his way was a flashlight and the hope he was going to get away with it.

Edward taxied the plane through the darkness across the flat grass airfield guided by the tiny beam of light. Every now and again a pair of eyes reflected the light back at the couple before running off into the darkness away from the frightening noise of the airplane. A fox, a deer, who knows what that was.

It felt frightening. Edward steered by guesswork, taking the small aircraft to where he thought was safe and he began to accelerate. Butterflies began to do summersaults in Margo’s stomach as she tried to keep the flashlight pointing straight ahead.

Edward on the other hand muttered the Lord’s Prayer as he tried to keep the plane straight as the plane sped up. Nervous sweat began to appear on his brow as doubts that the plane had enough runway to take off invaded his thoughts. After seconds that felt like minutes, the plane reached take-off speed and Edward pulled the lever to take off and he closed his eyes.

Margo squealed with delight as she felt the plane leave the ground. Edward opened his eyes in time to see a tree flash inches below them. He almost cried with relief after seeing how close they were to death. After quickly composing himself, he looked below in the hope that he could get his bearings in the darkness as the aircraft rose higher and higher.

Checking the plane’s compass, Edward saw that he was heading North then he looked to the East and he could see the first rays of orange light appear halo-like from the dark. This was going to be special; he knew it. This wasn’t just the first time for Margo, it was the first time for Edward too. They were seeing the sunrise from the air and seeing the sunrise give birth to a brand-new day. How many people could say that had seen that from the air?

Edward turned the aircraft West, then South, then finally East as he wheeled the aircraft around.

“Margo,” Edward shouted excitedly. “You can switch off the flashlight and look straight ahead.”

Margo did as she was told and looked past Edward. She gasped and covered her mouth with her hands,

“Oh my god,” she whispered to herself. “It is so beautiful.”

The sun began to nudge upwards and enough light appeared in the world so that shadowy shapes could be seen on the ground. Not that Edward and Margo were looking at the ground. Margo still had her hands covering her mouth, tears welling in her eyes and Edward was laughing silently unable to control his delight as they both marvelled at the beauty of the dawn sun.

Soon the sun began to rise rapidly and it began to change colour from orange to yellow. When the majesty of the dawn sun began to fade as it began to shine full and bright in the morning sky, Edward looked behind him at Margo and shouted,

“Shall we see the London sights?”

Margo clapped and nodded her approval. Edward looked downwards to try and work out where they were. The city had begun to turn into the countryside. He looked to his left and right and caught sight of a river which he knew could only be the River Thames. In front of him, he could see the sea in the distance and a fun fair which looked like a miniature model. Edward turned the plane to the South before turning to the West and began to follow the watery trail that was the River Thames, or at least he was sure of it.

The countryside turned back into the city and they saw the skyline of central London and the ground began to be slightly obscured as the smog blanketed the ground. Edward dropped the little aircraft lower so they could get a better view. Ships could be seen docked along the river. They flew over the Tower of London, Tower Bridge and passed several other bridges and past St Paul’s Cathedral and the Houses of Parliament.

“This is wonderful!” Margo shouted with delight. This was something Edward had seen before but he was alone but this time it was somehow more special being with somebody and he particularly was pleased that he was with Margo.

Edward decided to show off and flew the plane at speed down so they were only a few feet above the Thames before rising quickly up again. Margo screamed with the thrill of it. It was time to head back to the aerodrome and Edward reluctantly turned the aircraft West again. They followed the Thames as Edward looked for the aerodrome until finally finding Hounslow Heath. He checked the fuel gage and thought to himself why not, one last chance to show off to this rare and beautiful woman.

“Hold on tight,” he shouted back to Margo, over the noise of the aircraft.

Margo held on to the aircraft but had no idea of Edward’s intentions until the plane shot up into the air spinning as it did so before turning quickly downwards. She then realised why Edward told her to hold on tight and she did so like her life depended on it screaming in delight as she did so. The thrill was almost too much to bear. She felt her stomach sink to her feet before rising to her throat and then back down to her feet again.

Edward took his plane down for an expert landing and taxied the plane before parking it in front of the hangar where their aerial adventure began albeit in the dark lit by a flashlight. Edward switched off the engine and climbed out of the cockpit. He walked into the hangar to get the ladder so Margo could leave the aircraft. She tried to climb out of the plane but she was shaking so much, coming down from the excitement of the flight, laughing hard as she did so, that she fell into Edward’s arms and he had to carry her back down to Earth.

She held on to him tightly, burying her head into his shoulder before pulling his head down towards hers and kissing Edward passionately. A noise made them quickly separate as one of the aerodrome’s workers arrived for work.

“Good morning, Mr French and good morning, Miss,“ a worker greeted them politely.

“Good morning, Fred,” Edward responded warmly. The aerodrome had a real sense of community. The pilots often had great respect for the aerodrome workers despite the class difference as they all shared the love of aircraft and flying.

Before they left the hanger Margo turned and blew a kiss at the little plane before saying exuberantly,

“Thank you, Martha!”

Margo held tightly onto Edward’s arm as they walked back to Edward’s Rolls Royce, afraid that she was going to fall over as she was shaking so much.

“Edward, darling, that was incredible!” Margo shouted with joy as the emotion of their adventure exploded out of her. “Thank you, so much. I will never forget it.” She couldn’t stop smiling for the whole journey back. For Edward, he felt something different. This woman was different. Normally, he would prey on women and use empty promises to get them into his bed but this woman had changed something inside him and he felt he wanted to see more of this one woman. She was beautiful and engaging. Hopes of courting her had grown inside her. He couldn’t remember when he last courted a woman.

They arrived outside Margo’s residence and the air got awkward. Edward took a deep breath as he readied himself to break the silence,

“Margo, I enjoyed last night and this morning immensely and I was wondering if I could take you to breakfast?”

Margo looked at him with an apologetic look.

“Edward, darling, I had the most wonderful experience this morning. I never thought flying would have been so exhilarating but I’m so sorry but your reputation proceeded you. I’m only looking for someone who would want a serious relationship.”

“Then why did you stay the night and go with me for the flight this morning?”

“Because you promised me that you would take me to see the sunrise in the air from your plane and for sex, of course. I had never flown in a plane before. It was my time flying and it was an unforgettable experience, thank you,” she told him in a way that implied that it was the only reason she had wanted his company. “The whole world knows you are a cad, us women do talk, you know, but getting to know you, I can see you actually might want to settle down. I’m sorry, darling, but I’m not that person. I do hope you find her one day,” Margo then held Edward’s cheek before kissing the other one and leaving the car.

Edward was dumbfounded and crestfallen. All these times he had tricked women into joining him in bed for sex, he had now been tricked himself by a woman with such an innocent and angelic face who turned out to be no angel at all. The player had been played.

Edward sat in his car alone feeling numb. For what felt like the first time he had put his heart out there and it missed its target. He noticed a newspaper boy selling newspapers and decided to buy one and headed home. He then walked to a café around the corner from his apartment, which he frequented regularly, and ate a cooked breakfast before he began to re-evaluate his life over a cup of tea.