This flight was a short two hour flight across the ocean between Baja and the mainland. My flight took me right over some islands, a good landmark to know I was on track and across the coast of Mexico. I trust the magic of the GPS satellites but seeing something on the ground to confirm that you are where you ought to be does feel better. The land changed from the brown and rocky desert of central Mexico to the tropical green of Southern Mexico. I was under control from Mexican controllers and their English was better than mine. I don’t know if many people know this but English is the international language of Air Traffic Control. All ATC and pilots flying under ATC in the world are supposed to speak English. Even in the bad old days of the Cold War, Russian controllers spoke English.
There is a story about a German pilot who called into the controllers at Frankfurt Airport in German and was curtly told to “Transmit in English.” The pilot called back and said, "I’m a German pilot, flying a German aircraft on a German airfield, Why do I have to speak English?” A cultured English voice came on the channel. “Well, Old Boy, you lost the war, that’s why.”
And I suppose that’s the truth of the matter as to why ATC the world over uses English, which is good for me. When I was called into the controller at Acapulco, he took me out over the water and back in. Acapulco has two runways, the longer 10-28 and the shorter 6-24. They had me land on 6, which actually was better since it ended right at the GA parking ramp so my taxi was quite short.
I found a shuttle that went right down to the hotels on the beach, the tourist places. I checked in and by noon I was being a tourist in my baggy swimsuit, sipping a margarita in the pool, looking out over the beach and ocean. The bar was in the middle of the pool and had ‘seats’ in the pool.
As I was enjoying the view, two American women, late 20’s my guess, came up and ordered drinks. I struck up a conversation. They were fascinated, or at least pretended fascination, that I was flying around the world. When I said I was staying a ‘few’ days, they warmed up even more. I invited them to dinner and they were surprised that I extended the invitation to both. It wasn’t a time to be cheap and the prices weren’t high anyway. We agreed to meet for dinner. I went back to the room to rest.
I met the ladies as we had arranged. Over dinner I found out they were from Wisconsin. They both loved to canoe and invited me to join them sometime in a wilderness area. After dinner, I took them dancing and wore my feet off with two partners. I still wasn’t getting any vibes from either girl. I had expected one or the other to let me know she was more interested, but nothing. Before we parted I let them know that I would be in the pool the next morning and said goodnight.
The next morning, I was back in the pool sipping a margarita when one of the ladies showed up, Laurie. We talked about canoeing in the Boundary Waters Recreation area. I had heard of the area because it is a restricted area for planes. Why in the hell did they make a canoeing area off limits to planes? What, a little Cessna is going to break the sound barrier and upset a canoe? Sometimes, no make that most of the time, the government is completely insane. And now they want us to turn over our health care system to them. My God, the folks that run the Post Office and the IRS in charge of my health care? No, thank you. I acted like the idea of canoeing had promise, but canoeing in Minnesota in the middle of summer? You’d have to wear gallons of insect repellant just to survive. Nope, sipping a margarita in the pool looking out over the blue waters of the Pacific, that’s my idea of relaxing.
But Laurie was a bit of a fan so I listened. She made it sound good enough she almost had me believing...almost. I asked her if she would like to have dinner that night and she accepted. I went off to sleep away the afternoon after we agreed to meet for dinner. Ah, siesta; the Mexicans know a good thing.
At dinner, we talked mostly about the trip around the world and where I was going. It was as if the afternoon was hers and the evening was mine. Laurie loved the idea of flying across Africa. I think she imagined something from Out of Africa with Denys Finch Hatton and Karen Blixson flying along in an open cockpit looking down on the swarms of flamingos. Okay, that’s a beautiful scene in the film. I got it. But flying a high performance plane 7,000 above the terrain is a whole lot different than an open cockpit at 85 knots 200 feet above the ground.
But who was I to argue about her dreams. I would nod and say, “Yes, yes, I expect it to be magnificent.” And since that is true, I did expect it to be magnificent; I was able to say it with veracity.
After dinner, we took a walk down to the ocean. We both walked bare footed over the sand. As we watched the waves breaking against the shore, her hand slipped into mine. I turned to her, her face bathed in moonlight, and I bent over to kiss her. Her face turned up to meet mine. That kiss sizzled. It was as if two days of suppressed longing all came bursting out.
As we broke the kiss, there was an unstated agreement. I took her hand and led her back to the hotel and straight to my room. I didn’t bother turning on the lights since that moon poured in through the open window. We could hear the waves breaking on the shore from the room. I pulled her to me and we kissed again, quickly getting revved up. Clothes were tossed aside. I had seen Laurie in her bikini and shouldn’t have been surprised, but she was stunning. She had really filled out her bathing suits and naked she didn’t droop at all without support and she had shaved, I guess knowing how small her suit bottom was. In all, she was gorgeous in the silver moonlight.
“My God,” I said. “I knew you were beautiful but I had no idea.”
She did a little pirouette for me and posed for a moment, “Thanks. You aren’t so bad yourself.” I had forgotten that I too was stripped with my cock sticking straight out pointed her way. She smiled at it, then she was back in my arms rubbing against it.
I led her from the window over to the bed and we fell on it together. Our lips melted together as my hand ran over her, touching a breast here, a nipple there, teasing over her heaving belly to nestle between her legs. She was hot and wet as my finger pried her lips open and entered her. Her hips hunched back against my hand as my finger stroked deeply into her clasping pussy.
I sucked and licked her nipples as my hand worked on her pussy. Laurie’s eyes were closed as her head fell from side to side. Her face was a mask of desire. She looked ready as I moved over her, lining up my cock with her pussy. I swished it around, getting it wet, then slowly sank into her tight hot well. Laurie moaned as my cock opened and filled her. As I bottomed out, her hips came up to meet me and I ground down against her clitoris.
My hips ground around, rubbing her loins with mine. Our lips met and melded, her tongue lashing into my mouth to dance as my hips began dancing in time with our kiss. My cock was sliding easily in and out of her wet clasping pussy.
In the heated night of Acapulco, it wasn’t time for athletic sex. I established a languid pace. Slowly entering her and grinding against her loins on every stroke to slowly pull out, stop to tease her, then plunge back in. It took longer, but the result was sure as Laurie got higher and higher towards her peak. I helped her along by fondling her nipples and breasts.
In the pale light, I saw her face change from languid pleasure to unsatisfied desire, longing for completion as her hands started pulling, and her hips began urging me on. I sped up the pace, still the deep full strokes, as I began fucking harder and faster into her tight pulsing pussy.
Laurie met my passion stroke for stroke, pushing back against me harder and harder until she cried out as her body trembled below me. I felt her body trying to draw my essence and exploded in answer, filling her with my cum. Again and again I erupted, sending my seed into her until drained, I fell to the bed.
Laurie snuggled in against me, murmuring and lightly touching me. I kissed her and gentled her. We lay a while, recovering. I think we both fell asleep as it was sometime later when I got up to use the restroom. When I returned she was awake and stretching like a cat waking from a nap. We kissed a bit, then she excused herself, went into the bath and came out dressed.
“I have to get back to my room,” she said, like her roommate wouldn’t know why she was so late.
I kissed her and opened the door. She returned the kiss while fondling my soft penis, now useless.
I left a message for Laurie with the front desk as I checked out. Maybe that was a little chicken, but I did give her my e-mail and phone number along with the date I expected to be back. And come on, did she really think a guy she just met in a foreign country was the love of her life or a quick tumble? I vote for the fun tumble. As the van pulled out to take me to the airport, I couldn't help but imagine Laurie in the middle of the wilderness, naked, me between her legs crying out in orgasm. I had pleasant fantasies all the way to the ops building.
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