Airport Reverie Part 4 By Tokyo Then the inevitable: Heathrow flight CANCELLED. And cancelled with it the plan for fucking, the fucking zips, and the zipless fuck. Shit. Perhaps the airline would provide me a hotel room for what was left of the night. Presumably I would be put on the next flight. Shit. But somehow I was reluctant to stir. The lounge was completely empty. Only me and my reveries. Well there was that. I had suggested that I might send her a ‘reverie’. I could at least do that. I pulled the computer toward me, and opened a word file. What should I write? After some moments I remembered that many hours ago, while it was still light the previous afternoon I had fallen asleep, only to be woken by the Japanese woman asking ‘Are you the Doctor?’ ‘No he isn’t. I am’. Another man had entered the ambulance, wearing a tweed jacket and carrying a leather brief case. ‘Oh bloody hell’ snapped the female medic. ‘Go on you, get out!’ I squeezed passed the doctor. Outside the policeman seemed to want to explain. ‘It used to be so easy. We used to do this procedure all the time. In fact I’m sure I did one round here once, many years ago. But now its all changed, brought in new regulations. There has to be a qualified medical person on the scene. Mind you its not always that easy, sometimes they still need a hand.’ And as if on que the male paramedic stuck his head out, ‘she’s going to be a hard case, can you help us officer,’ then after a moments hesitation, ‘and perhaps you could help too, if you don’t mind?’ With all of us in the ambulance it was very crowded. The doctor was at the end of the cabin, by the patients head, the policeman down one side and the paramedics on the other, and as I was last in I was squeezed between her still thrashing legs. ‘OK said the doctor, ‘as you are already down there you do that end and I’ll do this’, and he unzipped his trousers, released his cock and shoved it into the patients mouth. ‘Go on’ he said, ‘get on with it.’ So I did, but although I was in one end and he in the other, the patient continued to giggle, in a somewhat muffled way. The woman paramedic looked at the roof, exasperated. The doctor was sweating, ‘this normally works a treat.’ ‘She just needs more stimulation’ said the policeman. I took charge. ‘Untie her hands, but keep her body restrained. Now you and you get your gear out.’ That seemed to help, with a penis in each hand as well as one at each end the giggling fits became les frequent, but didn’t stop entirely. ‘Oh for goodness sake’ said the woman paramedic, and she opened her bag, pulled out her rubber contact lens, or more exactly a thimble, and with it on her finger reached around me to tackle the patients clitoris.’ And that sorted it, four of us and the patient came, all at once. ‘And don’t worry about me’ sighed the woman paramedic. ‘Its just a job. One minute clearing up a drunk’s vomit, the next giving temporary relief to a COPN.’ Then looking at me she explained ‘that’s a Chronic Obsessive Promiscuous Nymphomaniac. And,’ she said with a resigned sigh, ‘the relief is only temporary. We’ll be back. Next year, next month, next week. It might even be tomorrow.’ … As I walked through the lounge I looked over to the seat in which I had spent so much of the previous night. Now that corner was crowded, three oversized Americans, a European Business man, and two youngish Japanese women, both wearing long white gloves. I kept going, the Heathrow flight was leaving on time from gate 37. I had been given a room, and had even slept for a little, but my mixed up internal clock had woken me long before I needed to. While packing up my things again I had got paranoid about the adult movie. Ridiculous though it was I became concerned that I would be stopped by customs, so I decided to get rid of it. But before I did I watched it one more time. It wasn’t as long as I remembered, nor did it have the same artistic spark it had seemed to have the night before. The black was not really black, I could faintly see the bodies of the participants moving, and the camera was jerky, and sometimes out of focus. I put the disk in the bin, and was about to do the same with the cardboard sleeve when it occurred to me that I cold use it as an envelope for my ‘reverie’. I now had a hard copy as I had brazenly asked the girl (in white gloves!) at the hotel reception desk if she could print the file off for me, while I was checking in. But before folding it and sliding it into the small DVD sleeve I read my description of the ambulance procedure again. And realised it was pretty appalling. Worse in fact than the worst of amateur porn. It was certainly in line for a prize for the most abysmal description of sex in print this year. Despite that I shoved it into the cover. What the hell, I could get the receptionist to post it as I checked out. So I showered, and with no external stimuli, and no images in my head, made myself come, then dried, dressed, and headed at last for Heathrow.