Wings of Fire Ch. 01

Stepping out into the afternoon, he looked around to get his bearings before he was so rudely run into. Jim went down in a heap, with the offender tumbling atop of him, squealing in surprise. Growling loudly, James picked himself up and prepared to let this person who had so callously run into him a piece of his mind. The words died on his lips as he saw who it was that had slammed into him.

The person in question was none other than Marisol Escobar, his mother's personal maid! She stood shorter than he did at maybe five foot five, with brown eyes and long black hair that she usually had in a fancy hairstyle when she was working at the estate. She had it a simple braid right now and was wearing a pale blue dress that accentuated her considerable assets. Her ass was maybe forty inches around, high and plump and her tits, which stuck out proudly on her chest were a considerable size at a thirty-six C.

"Mari! I'm so sorry! What are you doing here?" Jim asked as he helped the woman to her feet. She looked as though she was about to deliver a serious tongue lashing but then her face softened as she heard his voice.

"Jim! I was actually about flag down a cab to come and see you at the airfield!" she replied in equal surprise at his being there. "What are you doing here in town..." the remnant of the question dying in her throat as she saw the damage done to his face. "What happened?"

"Long story short, I got fired," he said quickly, not wanting to drag Marisol into his gloomy world.

"That will not do. I want to hear everything that happened, and I won't have you leaving anything out," she said authoritatively. Although she was his mother's maid, she was older than he was by several years and was used to giving him orders. Since his mother's health had started to fail, she had taken on a sisterly role towards him. An annoying older sister but still a welcome presence in his life.

"Fine," he sighed, knowing that this was a fight that he wouldn't win. "But can we go somewhere a little bit more private? I don't want everyone and their dog knowing my business."

Looking about, Marisol could see that their little accidental scuffle had indeed drawn stares. Some had continued along with their business uncaring, while others had stood by, waiting to see if an argument would blossom. Intent on disappointing the onlookers, Mari nodded and the two of them left the roadside arm in arm.

Marisol led the way and James let her decide where they'd go. Although she was a Latin woman by descent, Mari was granted more leeway and tolerance than Jim would ever have been given. They stopped briefly by a pharmacy where Marisol disappeared inside for a few minutes while telling Jim to wait outside. He waited, and she reappeared ten minutes later carrying a small paper bag.

Leading the way once again, she kept walking alongside James until they reached a hotel that was several blocks from the bar. It was a little run down, but the price was decent considering its location. Despite wanting to pay for the room, Marisol paid, after fixing Jim with a glare that would have made his mother proud in its disapproval. Taking the key, they made their way to the third floor and let themselves into the room.

After looking about the place and finding it in a clean state, James dropped his duffle bag and sat in one of the chairs that was by the door. He sighed in relief at being off his feet, placing his hat on the coffee table in front of him and shrugging out of his jacket. Marisol had seated herself on the bed which was just across from him and looked at him.

"So, why don't you start at the beginning, about how all of this happened?" she asked him, as she dug around in the paper bag. James told the story in full, from him finishing his lunch to where he walked out of the bar. While he was telling the story, Marisol had quietly tended to his wounds, cleaning up the cuts and marks left behind by Manfredo's abuse. He left no detail out and voiced his frustrations to Mari as she sat there and listened. Once he was finished, Marisol had a disgusted look on her face as she took in the whole story.

"This is absolutely sickening! Not what you did but what both your uncle and employer did to you! As bad as it was, I'm sorry Jim, but it gets worse," Marisol said consolingly.

"How could it be worse than what it already is?" James asked aloud.

"Because your uncle helped Manfredo Marino steal those plans from you," she said as softly as she could.

"What?!?"

"A couple of days ago, I was doing my job at the estate when I learned that Manfredo had arrived as a dinner guest of your uncle's. We were instructed to make his stay as comfortable as possible and some of the girls were most uncomfortable around that man!" she stated.

"Did he do anything to the girls at the house?" Jim asked worriedly.

"Although Manfredo was a guest, Sven was nearby most of the time, so the girls were spared his actions. He made no secret of what he'd like to do to some of them though, if his leering stares were anything to go by."

"But anyways, I was busy clearing away the dinner dishes when I heard both your uncle and Mr. Marino making jokes at your expense. More importantly, they went on about how you were so stupid and trusting to leave your blueprints at the estate while you were off at work. It was during one of those days just after New Year's, when your mother was going through one of her coughing fits," Marisol explained.

"Your uncle had apparently taken your plans and given them to Mr. Marino, so that they could make use of them. Mr. Marino did, and he'd gone and planted the blueprints on his son's desk, when he was dead drunk. He then made it seem that Roberto drew them up while he was going through one of his drinking binges. Your Uncle Andrew was very specific in stating that it had to seem that someone not linked to him had done these up. Although he controls the estate, he could have no legal backlash if he wanted to maintain full control of the estate. His hold on the whole thing is tenuous as it is."

"That dirty rotten son of a bitch!" Jim cursed. "Sorry about the language Marisol, but I am so very angry right now!"

"I don't blame you one bit for that James, so I'll let it slide when it comes to your uncle."

"I can't say that I'm surprised though," Jim said. "That bastard has always hated me, even as a child, but he's never given any reason for why."

"Men like him need no excuse. They just think that it's their right to do things their way and God damn anyone who spoils their perception of what is right," Mari soothed. "But there is some good news."

"I could really go for some good news right about now. What is it?"

"Before your mother died, she instructed me to get a letter out of the house from her room. She had me do it in secret, when everyone was asleep. She knew that your uncle had eyes and ears inside the house and grounds, so she ensured that I was able to carry it out without being noticed," Marisol told him.

"A letter, from my mother?" Jim breathed, scarcely believing what he was hearing.

"Yes, a letter that I have with me, right here," she said, patting her handbag as she stood by the table, putting away the ointments and spare gauze she had purchased.

"Could I have it please?" James asked pleadingly.

"Yes, but I want something for it," she said coyly as she stood before him.

"What do you want? I don't have much to offer but I really want that letter," James almost begged.

"Oh, that's where you're wrong James. You have so much to offer a woman," she said before plopping down into his lap. Before he could ask why she had just done that, Marisol leaned in and kissed him full on the mouth. Shocked by what was happening, Jim sat there stunned for a moment. His lips were frozen stiff from the shock of it but in moments, he softened up and started to kiss Mari back.

She moaned into him, savoring the kiss and parting her lips slightly, letting her tongue peek out and brush his lips. The contact sent a jolt through James and he backed away in a start. His breathing had sped up to where it seemed that he'd just run five kilometers at a dead run, instead of kissing the woman on his lap. Marisol gave him a knowing look and smiled.

"What was that for?" James asked out loud, bewildered at her actions.

"I've been wanting to do that for the last few years, since you came into manhood. I feared that you might take more after your uncle, but seeing you develop into a kind and caring man has certainly attracted my attention," she stated, giving him a smoldering look.

"But what about Sven?" he asked, referring to the groundskeeper of the estate and as far as he knew, her boyfriend.

"Sven is just a cover," she explained. "You see there are couple of things about him that people don't know. Firstly, he looks on me like a little sister rather than as a girlfriend and it ties with the second thing."

"Which is?"

"Sven is gay. What he and I have is something just to throw people off our scent. He does it mostly to keep your uncle away from me," she said.

"Hmm. Well, I'm sure the fact that he's a six-foot five giant would certainly keep my uncle on his toes," Jim acknowledged.

"That and he's the son of George Magnusson."

Jim's eyes widened at that last bit of information, which he did not know about. George Magnusson was a war hero and a household name across America and Europe. He, like his son, was a giant of a man, standing over six foot eight and built in such way that would make anyone pause in challenging him.

When the Nazis tried to march into Sweden, they were met by Magnusson and the men he commanded. Despite the Germans claim of victory over the Swedish that day, everyone knew the truth of the matter. Although he was a giant, George possessed the mind of a tactical genius and had used the terrain and the Nazis tactics against them, suffering virtually no losses while decimating the invasion forces.

George had then led his forces in various offensives, forcing the Nazis to halt their advance and eventually retreat. Because of the bravery of his unit and the courageous determination with which they fought, they were christened the Einherjar. They went to launch a counter attack that sent the Nazis running with their tails between their legs.

Since the Nazis retreat from Sweden, stories were told about the heroic feats that they had accomplished against them. Even to this day, nearly ten years after the war, stories still circulated about the man. Many men of this day and age attempted to hold themselves up to his standards, to be truly thought of as men.

"That would certainly keep my uncle at bay! No one would want to cross the son of such man, much less risk his wrath!" James said, awed by what he just learned.

"Yes, and he took a bit of a liking to you, you know," Mari teased.

"What??" Jim said in shock.

"Yeah, he mentioned it to me in passing some time ago, but I told him in no uncertain terms that you're mine to take," Marisol said huskily.

"Well, thank you for that. It's not that Sven isn't a good man, I just don't...swing... in that direction. I like the feel of a woman's curves in my hands," Jim said as his hands found the swell of Mari's ass.

"So I've noticed," Mari said while licking her lips.

"Before we do anything..." James got up, forcing an indignant Marisol to her feet. He approached the door and engaged the deadbolt, locking the door. "I want to ensure that we're not disturbed."

"Ah! Smart idea!"

"Now, where were we?" he asked as he closed in on Marisol. Her face lit up with a smile as James walked up to her. Placing his hands on her hips, he drew her into him and brought his lips to hers. Her mouth met his halfway and their lips locked together, their tongues engaging in a sensuous dance as passion overtook the both of them. She moaned as her body pressed up against him and wound her arms against his neck. Breaking the kiss slowly, Jim caught his breath as Mari did hers.

"I often wondered about some of the looks that you gave me while I was still at home. Was this what it was all about?" he wondered. Her head nestled into the cork between his chin and chest and she sighed excitedly before responding.

"Yes. I always found you attractive and the last few years have turned you into a handsome and strapping young man. I've wanted you for a while now but couldn't as it wasn't my place."

"You know that sort of thing doesn't matter to me," Jim said as he raised Mari's chin with his finger, so she made eye contact with him. "Besides, you're a very beautiful woman who, from what I understand, is in need of some love and comfort."

Squeaking in happiness, Marisol kissed James again, drawing him to her as she backed up. She stopped the moment her calves bumped against the bed, then turned still holding James and pushed him onto the bed. Startled by the action, Jim looked up to see Marisol unzipping her dress. He hadn't noticed that she was wearing black stockings, which went beneath the hem of her dress.

Once the dress was off, he saw that she was wearing a black bra and matching panties. Her stockings were held up by a garter belt, which sat beneath her panties. Jim was awed by the sight, as she looked like one of those pin up girls that some of the boys had up at the airfield. Seeing her give him a look, Jim comprehended that it was his turn to start losing clothes and was more than eager to comply.

Popping off his suspenders, he made quick work of losing his white shirt, then dropped his tan pants. Stepping out of them, clad only in his boxers, Marisol stared at him lustfully, her chest rising and falling fast. He went to Mari and kissed her again and as they kissed, Jim moved his hands behind her and undid her bra. With the garment snapping free, Mari backed away from Jim long enough to discard the unwanted item.

Closing with Jim once more, she pushed him down on the bed again. Only this time, she went with him, falling atop of him as they kissed. With her breasts pressed up to him and her hips over his, she started to grind her core into him, her moist pussy seeking out his hard dick. Finding it was no trouble, as he was already hard and poking against her, groaning in desire.

Jim wasted no time, his hands finding the hem of her panties and tugging them down slowly. Although it was his first time with Marisol, it wasn't his first time with a woman and he knew a little bit about what to do. Gripping her tightly, James rolled over so that he was atop of Mari and she squealed in delight. Bringing himself to a kneeling position over her, Jim then finished what he started with the removal of her panties, tugging them clear of her legs.

With her exposed to him, he went against his body's instinct to take her right then and there. Deciding to have some fun with her first, James sidled up to her, drawing her to him for another kiss while moving his left hand to her weeping pussy. Once his fingers brushed her netherlips, she let out a small squeak. It quickly turned into a moan as his hand covered her heated core, with his fingers dancing all over her gooey labia.

Her breath caught as his hand started to rub her moistened lips, making her groan in desire. As Jim continued rubbing, Marisol's breathing accelerated, her heart hammering in her chest as he continued his ministrations. She leaked like a sieve, slathering his hand in her essence and at that point, he changed it up. Using his middle and ring finger, he slowly penetrated her steaming love channel, causing her moan and shake.

Once he was as deep as he could go, Jim then started to withdraw his fingers, before pushing them in again. He continued with a slow rhythm, in and out, keeping his palm on her pubic bone as he did so. Mari tried to reach up to kiss him, but he hovered just out of reach, denying her what she wanted as he continued to finger fuck her. She cried out in frustration and bliss as he went on doing this to her, making her squirm and moan in a way beyond measure.

Marisol was getting close, as her inner walls were grasping Jim's fingers hard. It was almost like they wanted his intrusive digits to stay where they were. When she started to do that, Jim then curled both fingers within her hard, pressing the pads of them into her G-spot. Mari started yipping loudly as she came, the orgasm blooming through her readily. It was then that James kissed her hard, and she reciprocated, drawing him down to her.

Mari trembled as she felt the reverberations course through her, her core clenching insistently on Jim's fingers. When she finally relaxed herself, James managed to slip his fingers out and sucked on them with relish. Seeing this turned Marisol's afterglow into a massive surge of lust and she desired to give as good as she got.

Popping up, she got off the bed as she then grabbed Jim by the legs, forcing him to a sitting position at the edge of it. Before he could say anything, Mari had stripped him of his boxers and was taking his half hard member into her mouth. The only thing that came out of James was a long and lustful groan as she started to suck.

Using her hands, Marisol began to stroke the part of Jim's shaft that her mouth couldn't get and his balls. Though she'd done this a few times before, no one previous had responded as quickly as Jim. He reached steel hardness in less than five minutes and Mari couldn't help but smile inwardly. Though he was more than hard enough, she wanted to enjoy giving this man a good sucking.

She'd never told anyone because of the way she'd be looked upon but sucking a man's cock was one sexual act that she could do for days on end. Mari had always wanted to try it out when she was younger and when she lost her virginity to her first boyfriend, Trent, she couldn't get enough. Although a few close calls and harsh wake ups forced her to be more careful and choosy with those that she'd take to bed.

With Jim though, she felt that she could bare herself to the man and he would accept her the way that she was. At least Marisol hoped that was the case. She could tell that he was truly enjoying himself and with the way that he was looking at her, told her everything she needed to know for that moment. He wanted her in the worst possible way and would likely continue to want her for long after.

Popping her mouth off his swollen dick, she stood up and started to straddle him. Jim reached up and drew her to him, his hands on her back, pulling her body close to him. His mouth quickly found her breasts and he started licking and sucking everywhere but the nipple and areola. Mari found it both strange and a turn on that he was focusing on the areas that most men tended to ignore. Closing her eyes, she enjoyed the attentions that he lavished on her as she guided his still hard cock to her wet and steaming pussy.

The moment the tip of his cock touched her netherlips, Jim broke away from his sucking and cried out. The feeling of this woman inching her wet cunt down on his turgid dick was almost enough to make him blow his wad right there. He calmed himself as best he could as she slid down onto him. He looked up to her face and saw the same raw passion that he was feeling and kissed her with all the emotion he felt.

Slowly, Mari began rocking her hips back and forth, grinding slowly onto her lover. She broke away from his mouth and wrapped her arms around Jim, burying her head into his neck. Feeling his hands on her ass, she felt a surge of pleasure as Jim's hands clenched her round globes and squeezed. Gasping as the feeling, Marisol shifted Jim sideways, pushing him so that he could lay down on his back comfortably.

As he settled into the mattress, Marisol continued to grind into him, letting the friction play a delicious beat on her emerging clit. She kept at this for several minutes letting the feeling of his rock-hard dick dance around inside her. Though the rubbing was good, she needed to feel something more and decided to try something that she hadn't before.