Lost in a Pandemic [MF]

Flying business class is a luxury I couldn’t afford but my boss told me that LA to Sydney Australia was the longest flight in the world, and they wanted me in good condition when I got there. Yep, I can go along with that. All good, right?

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain speaking. We will be landing in Sydney airport in approximately one hour. Please remain seated after landing, the aircraft will be boarded by Australian Border Patrol personnel who will supply you with masks. We have just been informed that upon arrival, you will be taken to a facility, tested for corona-virus and remain in quarantine for two weeks.” Well, the message was a bit longer than that, more polite, but that’s what he told us. Quarantine? What the fuck?

That’s what happened. We got masks and told not to take them off, put on a bus and taken to a hotel. It’s wasn’t five star, but it was okay. We would not be permitted to leave the hotel, under any circumstances up to and including the end of the world. Some of us would have to share, not enough rooms for one each. Oka-a-a-y, but not happy with sharing with a stranger. I was assigned a room, and told I would be sharing. His name was Alexandre Arti-something-Eastern-European. Not happy, but under the circumstances, being alone for two weeks was not an attractive option either. Oh well, put up with it.

My room was actually roomy, with a queen sized bed along one wall. Family type room as there was a large sofa couch in a corner that had bolts holding it in place and what looked like a wheel under the front corners. I took a shower, freshened up, dressed and turned the TV on. The trip had been long, and I was dozing, or rather, watching the TV from the insides of my eyelids.

I heard the door open so wakened with a start, a woman came in. “Oh, sorry,” she said, then she looked at the door. “This is 408, what are you doing in my room?” she asked.

“Your room? My room, I was assigned here and been here for an hour.”

“What? I was told I was sharing a room, and that was 408!”

“I’m waiting for a guy, name of Alexandre.”

“Oh,” she said, “I think someone has fucked up. My name is Alexandra, with an ‘a’,” she said.

Shit! I thought. I might get a room to myself after all. Lucky me! “We’ll have to go downstairs and sort this out.”

“No, we have to stay in our rooms, use the phone,” she ordered, and her tone told me she would not be disagreed with.

I picked up the phone and rang the front desk. “Hi, this is Kevin Brown, room 408, we have a problem. – No! Please don’t put me on h- Damnit!”

Alexandra came into the room and leaned over, flicking the speaker on. The room was filled with second rate muzak, to which she grimaced, “I hate fucking muzak” she muttered.

“Okay, what’s your story?” she asked.

“Story? I haven’t got a story.”

“How did you get here, you’re a Yank with that accent, so where’re you from?”

“Oh, right.” Bit slow on the uptake here. “I work for a food distribution company and came to shake some hands, drink some wines and do some deals. Be going back in two weeks. Or maybe not.”

“No, not. All international flights in and out have been suspended. So I heard in the airport.”

“What? Suspended! For how long?

“No idea, but likely to be a while, that’s for sure.”

“Because of the virus?” Alexandra nodded. “Shit, how am I supposed to get out of here?”

“Like everyone else, on foot. Look, it’ll sort itself, but in the meantime we got another problem to solve.” The muzak cut off at that moment and this cheery voice said, “Hi, thank you for holding, how can I help?”

“By sorting my room out, for starters,” Alexandra stated. “You got me bunked in here with a guy, not a woman.”

“Sorry? Hold on, Room 408, Kevin Brown and Alexandre Arti-Artimock-v-ha,

“Atrymocwka,” she said, (pronouncing it Atri-mocver rolling the first ‘r’ I noticed], “And it’s AlexandrA, not AlexandER.”

“Oh, dear me. Um-um-um, look er- I’ll get the Manager to call you right back.” The line went dead.

“Might be a while,” Alexandra said, “You’re Kevin, I’m Alex.” I nodded at her introduction. “What a fucking mess. I haven’t had anything like this happen since I got out of the Army.” I stayed silent.

A few anxious minutes later, the phone rang, I picked it up and Alex leaned over and hit the speaker button.

“Hi, Ms Atrimower,” said a man, “I’m the Manager.”

“Yes, so can you manage getting me out of this room and into another?”

“Mmm, no, sorry but we are all full up for quarantine. I’m sorry, I don’t know how this happened-”

“Somebody can’t tell the difference between an ‘e’ and an ‘a’, I suggest.”

The manager stumbled into strangulated erms and ums and aaahhhs and sorry’s. Then he came back with, “We had no say in the pairings for singles, we could only assign rooms. But that doesn’t solve the problem. We have no more space, so I’ll call around to the other medi-hotels and see if they can accommodate you.”

“Or Mr Brown,” Alex replied, “There are two of us here.” There was that tone again, steel in the voice.

“Oh yes, of course, or Mr Brown. I get back to you as soon as I have something.” He hung up before either of us could say anything.

“This could be fucking awkward,” Alex said. “Typical rushed Government balls up!”

“Okay,” I said, brilliantly, trying to bring the temperature down. “Look, Your bags are here, and I’m sure you would like to freshen up. There’s plenty of towels and a lock on the door.”

“Very thoughtful of you,” she replied, a little guardedly. “But one of us won’t be here that long.”

I let it go. I returned to my position on the sofa and was half watching the TV and half dozing. It only seemed a minute when the phone rang and Alex picked it up. She seemed to have changed, how the fuck did she do that? Then I glanced at the clock, it was an hour and a half after the last time I looked. Well, so much for being wide awake then. I looked at her, really for the first time. She was about 5’7″, late thirties, early forties, short dark hair, maybe an athlete when younger, a wedding ring but no engagement ring, she did say she was in the Army, with an Aussie accent that is unmistakable. Local, then. A really nice all round good looking woman, five to ten years older than me, I thought. She had her back to me, nice ass.

“Yes, how did you go?” Silence, then I saw her tense a little. “Okay, someone is going to hear about this, I can tell you. Not happy, Jan!” Who the fuck is Jan? That’s not the manager’s name, I’m sure.

“Well let me know, soon as.” Silence then she hung up the phone. She looked at me and said, “Well, that’s fucked that!”

“Erm…?” I said, with a look of infinite patience and wisdom.

“I’m bloody well stuck here for the night, at least,” Alex cried, “Fucking bureaucratic morons have only done enough to cover the collective backsides of the bloody politicians- again! And I gotta wear it! There’s no fucking room at any of the other medi-hotels. We’re here for two fucking weeks!”

“Well, I’ll try and make it easy for you. I’ll sleep here, on the couch, you take the bed. I don’t think I snore, but I can’t guarantee anything else. It could get seriously difficult if we don’t respect each other’s privacy. So, for the moment, I suggest we just keep to ourselves and try not to piss each other off. If we can do that, then we have a chance of getting through this. Believe me, I do not want to wake up with a knife in my throat.”

This brought Alex up a bit. The practical aspects of our situation had to be considered. We still had to eat and sleep and shower and shit, irrespective of how morons had fucked us over. She smiled a little, not a pleasant smile, quite chilling actually, “If it got that bad, you would be unlikely to wake up.” I could feel my eyebrows riding up my forehead, then she said, “Five years in Special Services, we learned to kill while sleepwalking.”

“Wow, well, that couldn’t possibly match my surviving Middle School. That was really tough.” I smiled at the expression on her face, then she got it. It was the first time I had heard her laugh, a pleasant and relaxed sound. “The closest I’ve come to the military has been on Veteran’s Day.” I got another laugh with that and she seemed to relax a bit.

For the next four days we ate together, talked and found Alex was a good conversationalist, very knowing of this country. Born here, in a town called Adelaide, she and her husband now live in Sydney, with their two kids. We got to know each other and as she relaxed around me, I found she has a sense of humor the more than matched my own. We found that even though we come from two completely separate backgrounds, social settings, we still had more in common than I’d thought possible.

She had set up an exercise routine for herself, and got me involved. I found she was a keen practitioner of martial arts and knew her katas well. She undertook schooling me in them and I took to them like oil to water. I was humoring her, to a point, but within a day I was so fucking bored that anything was a welcome break in the monotony. Alex and I were developing a genuine friendship. There were some limitations but we kept it polite, semi-formal and I know there was a great deal of respect on both sides.

Twice a day, Alex received calls from her husband and children. She would take herself into the bathroom and talk without concern over me unintentionally eavesdropping. I gave her the space and she didn’t mention me at all, or I gather she didn’t refer to me as a male, anyway. That’s okay, I don’t want her husband coming after me at any time, now or in the future. I also found out she was actually nearly fifteen years older than me, I must admit she didn’t look it, given her background, the sun and the physicality of her employment in the Army hadn’t taken any toll on her appearance at all.

One time Alex was playing some music through her earbud and started singing along. She is not a great singer, but can hold a tune. It was Elliot Smith, a song I recognized immediately so I joined in. She heard me and looked up, surprised, “You know this song?”

“And love it. Elliot Smith’s last album was brilliant. Pity there’s no more.” Alex seemed to relax around me, well I can’t be all that bad if I knew Elliot Smith, it seems.

On the fifth afternoon in quarantine we were starting a different kata and Alex said, “I’ve been thinking, the katas are okay for some things, but not for everything. I’ve been looking at expanding the yoga opening to include more stretching. Interested?”

Anything to relieve the boredom, “Yeah sure.”

She immediately began our afternoon exercise with what she had seen on her laptop and for me, it was ‘monkey see, monkey do’. She went through a couple of poses, which I tried to emulate, then she bent over, put her hands on the floor and stepped backwards. Like I could do that? Not a chance. She then went “Ooops!” She had stopped. “Damnit! This is supposed to relieve back pain, not cause it! Sorry Kev, you think you could help me here?” That Aussie penchant for abbreviating names.

She instructed me to come to her right side, get as close as I can and squat. Run my right hand and arm under her armpit, reaching to her left shoulder. My left hand was to be placed on her lower back, no, lower, almost to her ass. Holding her like this, I was to stand straight up. I did and she sighed relief at the movement. I let her go and she didn’t move. “Okay, now one more thing. Come around behind me. Can you see my elbows.” I assented, “Reach around me and feel for my forearms from under my elbows.” I did that and took a grip, not hard, just a grip. “Now I’m going to lean into you, and I want you to take a step back, just one foot and hold me up. I’m going to relax my legs so my hips are pulling down while you’re stretching my spine. Okay?”

“Okay.” I followed her instructions carefully and felt something give and a crunching sound. She sighed again, “Hold it, don’t move,” she said. I held it, and her. I couldn’t help it, I breathed her in, I was holding an attractive woman in my arms and my cock responded. After about 15 seconds, she said, “Okay, Stand me up again.” I stepped forward and my cock was not going to cooperate. I could feel it pressing on the right cheek of her ass. I started to her let go, “Stop!” she said. So I resumed holding her.

Fuck, I thought, There was no way she couldn’t feel my erect dick. “Okay, you can let me go now.” after a few more seconds. I did and stepped back. She turned around and looked at me and said, “Thank you, that was very relieving. And now, I think I want to give you some relief.” She stepped forward and kissed me. I felt her hand snake down to my hardened tool, caressing it over and over. She eased me backwards and I fell onto the bed. She straddled my hips bending over to kiss me again. What else could I do, I had to be a gentleman and respond to her kisses.

She sat up and lifted her Tee off, then her sports bra, revealing her lovely tits. Okay, a little baby chewed, but a nice 34C or 36B, whatever, a really nice handful. Without a lot of urging, I lifted my hips and she pulled my shorts and boxers down in one motion. “Oh, nice. If I was blonde I would be Goldilocks, ‘Not too big, not too small’.” She swooped onto my dick, taking it into her mouth as much as she could, no all of it. This was the best fucking head I had ever got. She was a real talented cocksucker!

She lifted off my cock and dropped her spandex tights, “I hope you like licking clit.”

Again, she dived onto my dick and I could see this neatly trimmed triangle of pussy hair descending onto my face. “Yummmm,” I said as my tongue took my first swipe at it. Not only did she smell nice, she tasted nice too. I gummed her clit, I tongued her labia lips, I poked into her love canal as deep as I could, but that didn’t stop me from getting close to cumming. I cried out for her to stop but she didn’t, she just kept sucking. My balls were not just tingling they were severely in need of release. I held back for as long as I could but no longer. I felt my balls spasm, my cock pulse and I could feel the shooting streams of semen as they leapt into her mouth and throat. That didn’t stop her though, she just kept sucking, drawing out every last drop of my juice she could get. Absolutely fucking brilliant!

I kept trying to lick her pussy, but I needed to get my breath back. Alex lifted off me. Kneeling on the bed, she looked at me in an odd, strange kind of way. She half fell, half jumped off the bed and made a beeline for the bathroom. I heard the door slam and the lock snap on. Ohh FUCK! I thought, second thoughts and regrets. Apart from her towel, there was no other clothing in there. In the quiet of the room, I could hear gentle sobs, and the crash of my heart breaking.

I tapped on the door, softly. “Go away!” I heard. “I’m afraid I can’t do that,” I called in what I hope was a soothing voice. “Alex, please, come out here so we can talk.”

“NO!”

Oh she-e-e-e-t, this is one helluva regret. “You can’t stay there for the next nine days. So please, come out here and we can talk like grownups do.”

There was no response. I stood alongside the door and told her that what happened, happened, it can’t unhappen, so we better deal with it. I told her I’m sorry I took advantage of her and promised it won’t happen again. I thought I heard a muffled “no”, but I can’t be sure. I waited, heard nothing, so talked a little more about how we will have to face this and it would be better to do it together. Eventually I heard the tap running, a towel being taken off a rack, then a few moments later, the lock was turned and the door opened. She was standing there, naked and beautiful. She had washed her face but her eyes told a story.

“You didn’t take advantage of me, it was the other way ’round. I should have realized that we’re in a cell, we’re going to get sexually frustrated. You’re right, what happened happened and now we have to own it.” I said nothing, letting her get it out of her system. “I’ve been married for fourteen years, since before I got out of the Army. I have never been unfaithful before. I’ve never thought about it, never considered it.” She stopped.

“Well, I’ve never been married, came close once but it didn’t work out. Never been any kind of Romeo either. Had a few girlfriends, but only one was serious, guess I’m not much of a catch.”

“No don’t say that. You’re a kind and considerate person. You’ve been patient with me, respected my privacy been a decent person under very difficult and strained circumstances. Just when I felt your hard dick on my bum, I lost it. I haven’t had sex for weeks and I’m missing it. So were you by the feel of it.”

“You’re the first woman I’ve touched in months. Holding you, I couldn’t control it. I’m very sorry.”

“No, don’t be. Sucking you was not something planned, and it wasn’t until after when I had a mouthful of your cum, that the enormity of what I was doing hit me. I wanted to taste you, to get you to taste me then I thought about it and it frightened me.”

“Frightened you? I doubt there is too much that frightens you.”

“Am I putting my marriage in jeopardy? My kids? What would they think?”

“They would think you’re human, I’m sure. But there is two things here to think about, one is we are living under extraordinary conditions, unlikely ever to be repeated, not by us, not by anyone else, I would expect. Who’s going to tell them? I’ll be going home soon as I’m out of here and it’s unlikely you’ll say anything to anyone because you know these circumstances will never be repeated and there’ll be no need.”

“I don’t know, guilt is a powerful motivator.”

“Ordinarily, but with these circumstances comes huge pressures we can’t handle the way we normally would. We react differently, that’s not made up psycho-bullshit, that’s how people are and are we not people?”

“Sounds like a justification to me.”

“No, not at all. Look it’s simple, you going to leave your husband for me?”

“Not bloody likely,” she stated.

“Wow, that was pretty definite,” I smiled, “In that case, I gotta say, finding out about you, trying to understand who you are, leads me to think that I might, just might, become a friend, perhaps with benefits, but it’s never going to go any further than that. But even that, I suspect, is only going to last until we get out of here. Even if I was to stay in Sydney, it is unlikely we will ever meet and certainly never date. We both have one life in here and completely different lives out there. So there is no continual emotional context to any relationship we may, or may not have. Does that make sense?”

“It does, but you’re a guy. You can rationalize anything away, especially emotional things, when it suits you. Women are very different, we can’t do it very easily, and sometimes not at all. I’m not sure I can even explain it to you. For us, sex has such a deep emotional connection, it’s a lifting of all the barriers, it’s an acceptance and an exposure to a guy of who we are. In part, it is a surrendering of that part of us that trusts the guy will never hurt us. Obviously, that doesn’t always work, but for me, that is what it is. So for me to engage in a casual relationship like this is really out of character, and I am so wrecked right now.”

“She says sitting in front of me, naked. What you are doing right now is saying to me ‘I trust you, I don’t believe you’re going to hurt me’. Believe me, I don’t want to ever hurt you. I want you to be my friend. I’ll take from you whatever you want to give me and if that doesn’t include the sex, then that’s fine. It’s not just your choice, it’s mine too.”

At that moment, her cell rang, I gambled that it was her husband and said, “Better take that, he loves you, and so do your kids. Maybe though, there is a little room in your heart for me too.”

Alex grabbed her cell and answered as she closed the door. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I could still hear her and have done since day one. About 40 minutes later, a shivering Alex came back into the room. I had already dressed and she said, “I’m freezing, so I’m going to get into bed.” She pulled the covers down and got in, then said, “If you get undressed, you can come and join me, help me get warm.”

In seconds I was stripped, getting into her bed and then holding her. “We’re not saints and martyrdom never appealed to me,” she said, “I need you to finish what we started earlier. Make me cum.”

So I did, several times. She tasted really nice, I found her inventive and willing to try, she showed me lots of new things. I know I have become a much better lover, thanks to her. She even let me fuck her in the ass. We had plenty of baby oil, but no condoms, so that was an interesting experience. Not one I am eager to repeat mind you, but she seemed t enjoy it.

For the rest of our time in quarantine, we simply fucked at almost any time. I filled all her holes whatever she wanted. She more than doubled the number of times my dick had been sucked in those nine days. She loved oral, giving and getting and I loved licking her, making her cum.

One night she asked me to finger her. I did that, she asked for two fingers, then three. It was getting a little crowded in there by that time, so she asked for a fourth finger. It wasn’t easy but with a lot of oil and patience, I managed to get four fingers into her. Then she said fist her. Fuck me! My hands are not small, and a fist is rather large. She wanted it, I didn’t think it would fit, she had four fingers in her and that was tight. She told me to take my time, add some more oil and just keep pushing in. I cupped my thumb into the palm of my hand and every time I got close to getting my knuckles inside her she grunted in pain. I asked if she wanted to stop, she said no each time, just keep going. She told me to give my hand a twist when I got close to my knuckles, so I did. It took awhile and my hand was getting sore. I was on the verge of giving up when I felt her pussy open just that fraction more and my hand slid into her.

She groaned and grunted a mighty sigh, “YES!” she cried. “That feels like one huge fucking dick! Keep pumping!” I couldn’t believe it. Sure, I’ve seen videos of girls fisting girls, but never a guy and a girl. I thought guys hands would be too big, but as Alex said, “My babies heads came out of there, so why not your fist going in there?” That brought me up short, her reference to her children, which reminds me of her husband and we only had a little time left. I tickled her inside by flexing my fingers, wasn’t easy inside her pussy and stroked her clit. She came really hard with my fist inside her and I was honestly frightened that she was going to break my forearm, that’s how hard her pussy grabbed it. When I pulled out, she gasped again, then after catching her breath, she got on all fours and told me to fuck her, doggie style.

I pounded the cheeks of her luscious ass with my pubes eventually shooting my seed deep into her. I knew she was on birth control so I wasn’t worried, and if there was any STDs, well, it was already too late.

Between the sex, we had other things to do. I kept in touch with my employer, also the contacts I was suppose to have met carrying on some business. Apart from family, Alex did a bit of writing, a bit of research, she also spoke to a number of people by cell and those conversations were around television work. She was involved in production of a documentary for television, the national broadcaster, which surprised me. A real change of career, the military, then television. Then I realized this documentary was about the military, so it made sense. Seems there was the equivalent of a Presidential Commission going on into something that was nasty in the military. I didn’t ask, she didn’t volunteer. Not my problem.

When we found out our second Covid tests were clear, we thought we would be getting out a few days early, but no, the deal was for 14 days, so we were stuck. Didn’t matter, I loved the sex but wouldn’t be heart broken when it ends even if I would really miss it.

On the last night, I made a real treat for her. I asked her to dress in her finest, then ordered a real dinner, with candles, the whole routine. I had made her a card from paper I had asked to be sent up, which thanked her for being my friend, for helping me get through this and keep me sane. She thought I was going to make some declaration of undying love and while she would have loved it, I’m sure, she was disappointed, but loved the card. After that, I carefully undressed her and made love to her. She had cum twice even before I had my jacket off.

Three times during the night, I woke to her sucking me. We didn’t fuck in the morning as we prepared to leave our cell, but I made her cum with both my fingers and my tongue.

Checkout time had come, at last, we were free and I hugged her. I told her I loved our friendship and was sorry that I would likely never see her again. I didn’t have an address, or a phone number or an email, Facebook, Twitter, Snapchat, nothing. That, for me was the perfect ending.

Then I found out international flights to and from Australia were suspended. I wasn’t going home anytime soon.

I was part time worker for my employer, part time tourist in Sydney after that. Then one day, my phone rang, it was an unknown number.

“Hello, Kevin here,” I was just interested in who I didn’t know would be calling me.

“Hello Kevin there, Alex here,” I heard, “Remember me?”

“How could I ever forget my first and best friend here in Australia?” I was genuinely pleased to hear from her. I asked how she managed to track me down? She replied that she pinched a card from me, while I wasn’t looking. We talked for a while, then she came to the point of the call.

“You still alone? You haven’t got a girlfriend?”

“No, you looking for an FWB?”

“Oh no, sorry, it was fun but it is also done.” She stopped for a moment, “I hope you really understand that.”

“Oh yes, I do,” My hopes dashed. “It’s okay.”

“Good because there is someone I would really like you to meet.”

I laughed, “You being a Jewish Mother and matchmaking?”

“Erm, I hadn’t thought of it like that, but yeah. She is fucking beautiful, and if I wasn’t straight, I’d try to keep her for myself. Lovely person to go with it too. Can I interest you in a dinner and meeting her?”

“You going to be there to chaperone?” I laughed.

“Yes and Mike too, barbecue, my place Sunday. Oh, I sending you a file that explains how we met and how we became friends. When we were in quarantine, I was in 408 and you were in 406. We were able to use the rooftop area for fresh air and exercise, so we exercised together. You still keeping your katas up?”

“Sure am. Thank you for that, by the way, helps me to burn off extra energy and keeping me from becoming a couch potato.”

“Love to see you again, Kev and Julie seems interested in my American friend.”

That is how I met Julie, instant attraction and got married yesterday. What a trip this turned out to be. For a while, I was lost in a pandemic, but then I found myself, my friend and the love of my life, so 2020 hasn’t been all bad.

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