It was a beautiful spring morning; the air clear, bright, and blue, with just a few high clouds to give the sky definition, the temperature balmy with a slight breeze to keep it fresh. I decided I wanted to go fly, just tool around over the valley, free and happy. Even if the flying is ‘stressful’ - suddenly you are second in line to land and there is a twin Beech behind you eating up the distance and you are pedaling as fast as you can in your little 150 and don’t want to make even a little deviation from the pattern or you will screw it up and everyone on the channel will know you aren’t up to snuff - even then it is also incredibly exhilarating and relaxing. It may sound contradictory, but from my experience, flying in a small plane is the ultimate freedom. It is the same dream that made the ancients dream up Icarus and DaVinci draw wings for men, a man flying.
I locked the door and headed out to my car. Just then, two attractive teens, a brunette, tall and willowy in really short pants and sandals, and a shorter teen, more athletic and blonde, also in a short top and little shorts, came walking down the sidewalk maybe headed for the local High School. We intersected right in front of my house. “Hi,” I said fully expecting the normal teen response, a mumble and rolling eyes with a quick look away.
But the brunette girl met my eyes, paused and said, “Hi.” The blonde didn’t say anything.
Pleasantly surprised, I said, “Beautiful morning, I’m glad winter is over.”
The brunette said, “Yeah, I’m tired of winter clothes.” The blonde was starting to look a little agitated.
I asked, “Do you guys need a ride?” And saw the alarm on one face. “No, no, I was just going out to fly and I’m not in a hurry so I had time.”
“You’re going to fly, where?”
“Just around the valley,” I said.
“So this isn’t like out at International?”
“No, it’s my plane. You interested in flying?” I saw her eyes light up. “You want to fly the plane?”
“Yeah,” she gushed before her social reticence could stop it. “I can’t really fly a plane, can I?”
“Sure. You won’t take off or land. Those take practice, but flying isn’t that hard,” I said. I stuck out my hand, “I’m Mike.”
The brunette took my hand and said, “Kristine. This is my friend, Sheila.” Sheila didn’t extend her hand.
Sheila, having studiously ignored me, turned to Kristine, “Kristine, what are you thinking?” and gave me a sidelong look. I almost smiled thinking I bet she got that line from her mother and would she be mortified if she realized it.
Being harmless, I hope I looked harmless. Kristine enthused, “Oh, come on Sheila. We could actually fly a plane!”
“I’m not going up in no rickety little plane,” Sheila said disdainfully.
“Actually, it’s brand new, not rickety,” I said, getting a severe eye roll out of Sheila. I was obviously clueless.
They argued for a bit more neither girl changing her position even a little, so I jumped in, “I don’t want to ruin anything you guys had planned but if you don’t want to fly, I can drop you off someplace.”
“Fine, I’ll go home, and I can walk,” she turned on her heel and set off with a determined stride and nose in the air.
Kristine shook her head, “She’ll get over it. She does that, gets mad and twenty minutes later she’s all happy.” Turning to me she asked, “Are you really serious? I could fly the plane?” I nodded. “When?” she asked.
I opened the door of the car and said, “Your pumpkin awaits to take you to the magic flying machine.” She jumped in and I went round and got in. The airport is only ten minutes from my house, but I’ll bet I answered several hundred questions by the time we got there.
I have a brand new Carbon Cub. It is a small plane and maybe not all that impressive on the ground. It is painted a sporty bright red and white with great big tundra tires that allow it to land just about anywhere. If you don’t believe me, go to You Tube and type in Carbon Cub landing or Carbon Cub takeoff. Then hold on to your hat.
I pre-flighted the plane, checking everything and telling Kristine what I was doing and why. The tanks were full since I always fill the gas tanks after landing to avoid moisture in the tanks. I helped her into the back seat, the plane is too narrow for side by side seating, and strapped her in. Getting the shoulder harness right, I couldn’t help but notice her nicely shaped tits under her thin shirt. I'm male, my brain is hard wired to notice.
I hopped in front and fired her up; checking the gauges and making sure everything was in the green. I listened to the automated weather brief for pilots, ATIS, and called the tower for taxi to the active runway. I taxied sedately out to the active runway to give that big 180 horsepower engine time to warm up. I could see in the mirror that Kristine was watching everything with wide open eyes. It was funny how she was sitting holding her hands in her lap afraid to touch anything. I remember being just like that my first training flight. At the runway, I ran up the engine and checked the magnetos and carburetor heat.
This is something that drives me crazy. This is a brand new engine and it is built with a carburetor which is ridiculous since carburetors tend in certain flying condition to develop ice and quit running. So they have to build in special carburetor heat, which decreases engine performance, to keep the planes from having the engine cut out.
Cars have been using fuel injection for decades which would eliminate the icing problem. So why don’t plane engine builders use fuel injection? You’re not going to believe this but, they worry that if they now used fuel injection, they would get sued and lose the case every time some yahoo crashed his plane that was designed before fuel injection was developed. Some lawyer would get them on the stand and ask, ‘If fuel injection is better why didn’t you use it 45 years ago when this plane was built?’ It was obviously a dangerous design even though it has flown perfectly for 45 years. And the horrible thing is the designers lose those lawsuits. Juries love to give money to people who do stupid things and kill themselves leaving behind those poor orphans. Once again, greedy fucking lawyers screw up any progress. Shakespeare had it right: first, kill all the lawyers.
Once everything was warmed up I called in for departure to the east. I had to wait for one plane to land, then we were cleared. “Hang on, here we go.” I pulled out, lined up on the centerline, and opened the throttle all of the way, the plane leapt into the air and quickly climbed to 2500 feet where I leveled off and cut back to 75% throttle. I kept the controls as long as we were over Class D airspace since it was possible I’d have to respond to the traffic controller.
Within minutes, we were out over the fields and I told Kristine to put her feet on the pedals and hand on the stick. I had one of those nasty thoughts to tell her to caress the stick but my mental suppressor cut in, luckily. “Okay, can you see this gauge to the right with a big and small needle?”
“Yeah,” she said having to lean a little to see over my shoulder. The plane only has a front instrument panel, what with the back seat so close.
“That’s the altitude. How high are we?”
“Um, 2 - 5,” she said.
“Good, that’s two thousand five hundred feet. So first thing you want to learn is to keep the aircraft at the same altitude.” I pressed the stick down for a bit. “Now, what’s our altitude?”
“2 - 4, I mean two thousand four hundred,” she answered. That was good, she was quick.
“Okay, slowly take us back to where we should be. Use smooth slow movements of the stick.” And slowly we started climbing. She over shot slightly and had to bring us back down. “Excellent. Okay next gauge,” I said pointing the compass, “tells us where we are going. Right now our heading is ninety, or nine zero. So, keep us on heading and at altitude.”
I could tell she was immediately flustered by too many things all at once, a common occurrence for student pilots. My instructor once described early pilot training as trying to drink water through a fire hose.
“Kristine, try this. Pick some point out on the horizon lined up with the nose. Now just keep it there. You only need to check the gauge every once in awhile to make sure you haven’t drifted.” I could see some of the strain evaporate. That was much easier that trying to keep a needle which bounces around naturally on a little mark. “On the altitude, you can learn to feel the movement up and down and do the same thing. Or better see how the nose lines up with the horizon and keep it there, then check the altimeter occasionally just to make sure you are feeling things correctly.”
Now she was able to relax a little and fly. Soon, she was smiling. “God, I’m flying a plane.”
I decided not to confuse the issue and tell her there was a little more to it than that. “Told you it was easy. Okay, turns. To turn the plane you need to press the pedal the way you want to turn and move the stick that way.” I felt the slightest of right turns. Most folks are afraid initially of over doing the controls. “A little more or we’ll never get turned.”
She laughed and added more.
“Stop us at heading 1-8-0,” I said. We stopped at 1-9-0, not bad for the first time since the compass tends to lag in a turn and you have to learn to come out of the turn early. We had also lost a little altitude. “Nice first turn but check your altitude.”
“What happened?” she asked.
Ah, one of those wonderful teachable moments. I held up my hand and it’s the airplane inside our airplane. Like all pilots I can’t talk flying without flying my hand. “When we are flying straight and level, we have just enough lift to counteract gravity so we don’t go down, but not enough to rise. All of our lift is going straight down against gravity, but when we turn, some of that lift now goes to the side to push us around that turn. That lost lift allows the plane to settle slightly and we lose altitude. So what you have to do is as you turn, you press the pedal, turn the stick, and pull back just enough to create a little extra lift to hold you at the same altitude. Don’t worry, with a little practice it will all come automatically.” I took the stick for a second to put us back at 2500 and on 1-8-0. “Okay, try to bring us back to 9-0 and at two thousand five hundred.”
Concentrating, she brought it around and stopped close to course and altitude.
“Great,” I said, her face breaking into a big smile. I ran her through a few more maneuvers as she got more comfortable flying the plane. I took the stick back and told her to relax and watch the world. I went thru some maneuvers including tight turns, stalls and other things. On the steep turn at 60 degrees, we came around so fast we hit our own wake. It’s like hitting a big bump in the road, a loud thump and the plane bounced. For a first timer it probably felt like we hit something, and we did. We hit air, roiling air.
“What was that?” Kristine asked concerned. So I explained. Her answer, “Do it again.”
She was a natural and I told her so. We were now out by the foothills and I knew a little butte that came up out of the valley maybe thirty feet on rocky cliffs, flat and grassy on top with a stand of trees at one end. I headed that way and cut power descending to a thousand feet. I found the butte and throttled back to idle, slowed and put in full flaps at five hundred feet, came on down, and jockeyed the throttle and stick, slowed almost to stall and set down on the mesa and ran up towards the trees. I came around and cut power. I opened the plane and helped Kristine out after shutting everything down. She looked around and said, “Wow. It’s like being up on a throne or something.”
“Welcome to your kingdom, Princess.”
She laughed but looked pleased. I grabbed a blanket I had in the plane and spread it next to the trees.
“How did you know about this place?” she asked.
“By accident. When I saw it, I came down and did a really slow pass to make sure it didn’t have any hidden ravines or something and landed. As you saw, we can land and takeoff in almost nothing.” I said.
“You’ve taken off here before?’
I nodded, “Lots of times. I love it up here, like you said, ‘It’s our place up here.’”
She nodded and looked out over the view.
It was just one of those magical little moments; the cool breeze, the bright sun, the bucolic setting at our feet, the fun of flying, a beautiful girl at my side. I leaned towards her and I guess she was feeling the same for our lips met and sparks jumped as our tongues started the primal dance. Her arms came round my neck pulling me over her as she fell back our kiss never stopped. With body pressing against body, the warm air only helped kindle the amorous heat between us.
Kristine was hungrily kissing me as her body pressed fervently against mine. My cock sprang erect and her thigh rubbed against it. Lord, that was too much for me to hold back anymore and my hand slipped under her top to find her firm tit. She pressed against my hand and moaned into my mouth. I remember my exact thought, ‘She wants it,’ and I knew what it was. I pulled off her top and our lips broke apart enough to allow me to pull off the shirt. She reached behind and tossed her bra aside. I tossed my shirt off. She hopped up as I stood and grabbed for my belt and I helped her pull off my shorts and boxers. I kicked off my shoes as she also stood and reached for those tight little shorts. She smiled seductively as I grabbed for them as she bounced away. Smiling back at me, she slid her shorts and thong down her long legs and kicked them back to me. My God she was hot.
I held out my arms and she hurried back into them. I pulled her down onto the blanket and practically dove onto her as we locked up again. She pushed me onto my back and slid on top, rubbing her pussy against my rod. I felt her heat and juices smearing over my cock. She slid up a bit and I was pressing against her. She broke our lip lock and sat up straddling me, reaching behind to grab my pole and center it. Now with a better position, she settled and I felt my cock engulfed by her tight pussy. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, beating me to the punch as that is exactly what I felt like saying.
Her tits were perfect, not too big not too small and my fingers quickly started massaging them as Kristine slid up and down on my shaft, moaning in pleasure. I wanted to scream in my own pleasure from her tight pussy working on my cock.
My hands were glued to her pointed tits and tweaked her nipples, causing her to moan and grind her pussy even harder into my loins. Working her nipples set Kristine off and she began wildly grinding up and down on my pole, the slapping sounds filled the air. I felt the urges building in my loins and I worked to hold back the coming climax, only to hear Kristine cry out, her pussy spasming around my cock and pitch forward breathing hard.
‘Damn’ I thought. Cut off in a moment. I rolled her to the side and pulled out letting her fall face forward on the blanket. My cock was throbbing with need as I moved around behind her drawn by her perfect ass. I grabbed her hips and lifted her butt into the air. Now lined up, my cock slipped into her tight wet hot channel. “Yes,” I moaned as I bottomed out.
Kristine turned her head to the side and answered, “Oh, God. Mmmm, that feels good…”
It did and it felt even better as I pulled back and sliced back filling her again and again. I was fucking her hard and fast, my loins slapping into her ass as we both cried out. I was close again as I felt her body shudder and she once again spasmed around me, milking my cock and sucking the cum from me in great blasts, filling her upturned pussy until the cum frothed out and poured down.
I stopped, buried in Kristine. Slowly, she pulled free and collapsed onto the blanket. I fell next to her. She turned to me, “Wow.”
I smiled, “Yeah, wow.”
“I really like flying,” she said with a smile.
I had to laugh, still filled with the exquisite feeling of incredible sex. “Anytime you want to fly just call me.”
She sat up and I was once again captivated with how beautiful and sexy this girl was. “Maybe I should get regular flying lessons. We don’t have to use the plane do we?”
My mind was filled with what those flying lessons would entail.
About eight that night my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the number, “Hello.”
“Hi,” a female said. I didn’t recognize the voice either. A pause, then the voice said, “This is Sheila, Kristine’s friend.”
“Oh, hi Sheila. I remember you; I just didn’t recognize your voice over the phone.”
“Kristine gave me your number and has been totally on me about how I just HAVE to go out and fly. So, tomorrow?”
I couldn’t believe this was the same girl who had been so negative this morning. Kristine must be some kind of salesperson. “Sure, how about ten? My house, where I met you guys yesterday.”
“Yeah, I remember it,” and that was that.
I admit my mind was spinning a little with the complete change which apparently had happened. But I was looking forward to taking another pretty girl flying, maybe if luck was with me, she would even have fun. But I didn't expect to get as lucky with caustic Shelia as I had with sweet Kristine.
So we landed on the same outcropping. Sheila managed to not scream although when we had stopped and I could look back I could see her fingers, all white gripping the sides frantically. “We’re safe, you can let go.” She was in such a state she didn’t even make a smart comment.
I turned off the plane and made sure everything was okay, then helped her out. I grabbed the same blanket and spread it out. We sat down and soon I could see the tranquility of the place, not a human sound, seeped into her soul. The stress she had put on herself drifted away on the wind. Unfortunately, it was short lived. As soon as she came to her senses, she put back on the same demeanor, sarcastic and disdainful.
“So, this is where you seduced Kristine,” she said.
“Is that what she said?” I asked surprised.
“Sure.”
I reached for my cell phone.
“Who you calling?” Shelia asked.
“Kristine. I can’t believe she said that.” We, of course, had programmed each other’s number into our phones.
“You don’t have to call,” Sheila said vehemently.
Something wasn’t right. Still holding the phone, I looked at her and waited.
“That’s not exactly what she said,” Sheila allowed. I waited, eyebrows raised, still holding the phone.
I don’t know why. Maybe it was the place out here away from other people. Maybe it was the flying. Maybe it was my handsome face, (What?) But for the first time, I met Sheila, not her sarcastic persona. She broke through.
“Shit! You can’t call Kristine.”
That sounded like the real girl, not whatever face she had put on to fly with me. I set the phone down. “Okay, but why?”
Her eyes misted a little, “I’m a virgin.”
I nearly laughed at the incongruity except I could see this was a real issue to Sheila. “Sheila, I have to admit, I have no idea what is going on.”
Exasperated, she told me, “I am like the last virgin alive.” I shook my head. “Okay, like the last girl in our class. Kristine has been doing it since seventh grade.”
“And…” I said.
“Yesterday, Kristine came over and told me how great it was. You know: the flying, the place here, and how you two did it up here. She was totally like ‘Sheila, you have to go flying with Mike and have him take you to that place.’ She made it sound like it was my last chance to avoid total spinsterhood. I am just like totally sick and tired of hearing all of my friends when have done it while not a single guy, I don’t know why, likes me enough or something.”
I listened and despite the fractured grammar, it made sense and I realized this was real for her. With her usual caustic personality I could see how she had scared off the guys. Sheila, it isn't the guys don't like you. I can see you are sexy as hell." "Well, why don't they want me?" she asked, clearly exhasperated. "I think you know why. It is that wall you put up. The sarcasm, the eye rolling. I bet you do that with guys your age too," I said. With the real Shelia being here, what I said hit home. I saw the start of tears. “Sheila, You don't have to be that way, sacastic. Just be yourself, like you are right now. What would you like me to do? I’m open to helping you.” I got an answer I didn’t expect but I guess it made sense. I had maybe expected her to ask for lessons on how to attract guys her own age. I’d just never had this happen to me before.
“Mike, I want you to make love to me,” she said, her face showing her concern that I would turn her down, her last chance.
“I accept,” I said without even thinking about it and I saw the relief flood her face followed by a smile. Talk about life giving you a surprise. This was the last thing I expected up here on this little Garden of Eden. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside, then kicked off the sandals and pulled off my shorts. That quickly, I was standing in the sun naked. Sheila was staring wide eyed. “Well?” I asked.
She blinked and pulled her eyes away from my now rapidly inflating cock and looked up at my face realizing the preposterousness of the situation, she started laughing breaking the tension. I gave her my hand and pulled her up. Still giggling and getting into the spirit, she quickly kicked off her flip flops, threw off her top and skinned out of her shorts. In a moment of exuberance, with all the tension she had built up blowing away in the breeze, her feet planted in the soft green grass, the soft breeze gently wafting her hair, the sun on her body, she stretched like she was reaching for the sky, and in that moment she was as beautiful as a Greek statue of Aphrodite, the life force bursting in her. I was stunned with how beautiful and desirable she looked at that moment, the girl that yesterday had seemed frankly ordinary because of her off-putting personality had now, because she let her real person out into the open, become like a Goddess. How things can change and so quickly.
I held out my hands and waited. She glanced over and saw them, and smiling she came to me. I took her in my arms and we kissed, the passion building as our bodies came together. We settled down onto the blanket, the soft grass cushioning the blanket and kissed. I bent down and took a nipple between my lips, kissing and sucking, taking more of her firm tit into my mouth while sucking and lapping at her nipple. My hand slid over her belly and between her legs, rubbing slowly up and down. Her hips began to move with my fingers diving down into her, spreading her juice around her pussy.
I followed my fingertips with my tongue and began to tease her flat stomach with my tongue, her hard muscles under the soft skin confirming her athletic build. The cooling of the moisture brought goose bumps to her skin even on her arms and legs.
My free hand again ventured lower, between her legs. Her moans went up a pitch in desire as her breathing was a bit ragged now. She stiffened and cried out as a small taste of the orgasmic events to come coursed through her body.
"Oh!” she sighed.
I looked up at her now open eyes, the sun making her keep them to just a slit. "Are you finished? Should I stop?" I asked her.
“Don't stop. Please go... OH! OH! OH!"
She was interrupted by my finger on her clitoris, this time with a bit more pressure. I grinned to myself at her pleasure. I lowered my mouth to her smooth hairless pussy lips and breathed deep. She smelled fresh and young, but with a distinctive fragrance of musk. I love that ready to fuck scent she gave off.
Her eyes were closed tight now as intense sensations surged through her body as my tongue lapped and teased her pussy. As she felt my tongue press its way past her pussy lips and down into her pussy, her legs were spread wide and her feet were drumming on the blanket. The feelings from her awakening pussy shorted out her reason and her knees automatically snapped up to her tits, opening herself up to my tongue, my fingers and, eventually, my cock.
I knew she was ready, as ready as a woman could get.
Her young body was ready and waiting for the big event that it knew was coming, even if she didn't. Her hair was spread like a golden halo in the sun and fell softly around her shoulders. She looked beautiful, delicious and oh so ready to fuck.
I knelt up between her legs. She sensed my movement and opened her eyes. She had a look of desperate desire in them.
"Please. Do me. Please. Do me. Now! Fuck me, Mike."
I couldn't say 'No’ to a damsel in distress, could I?
The tip of my cock lodged up against her pussy lips. I let it rest there while the lubrication from her pussy coated it. A gentle push opened her and the head of my cock forged into the tight canal. Her eyes opened wide as she felt her tissues straining to adapt to these new sensations, desired but never experienced.
Another small nudge pushed me in far enough to allow her pussy to close around the rim of my cockhead. Again I stopped for a moment to let her adjust. I waited patiently for her to get comfortable. She arched her back with a small gasp and slowly but determinedly slid herself down on my cock, easily accepting about three quarters of it inside her. She had felt no pain. Another push and I was buried completely in her, now rubbing against her, sending jolts of pleasure into her.
She went wild. I never moved from my knees, never had to jerk or thrust. Some of her moves were a bit unexpected and unusual as this was her first experience, but she was a natural born wild woman. The only parts of her anatomy not in motion were her neck, shoulders and the heels of her feet. Everything else was in motion, whipping her dripping pussy up and down on my cock. She started screaming as she hit the big one, fainting dead away with a sharp scream. If I hadn’t read about the ‘little death’ I would have panicked as I had never had a girl do that, faint dead away.
My eyes were wide in astonishment as I waited, not moving until she slowly came back around and hugged me tight around my neck, her lithe body wracked with sobs. I settled in, hugging her, my cock buried in her still spasming pussy.
“Oh my God,” she said. “What happened?”
“You climaxed and passed out. You were out for just a few seconds,” I said. Her hips were moving around now making my cock feel very, very good as the astonishment passed. I was caught back up in the feelings of my body.
“Did you cum?” she asked.
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
I’m sure my big grin was answer enough as her hips pressed back up into me. “I’d like it if you came,” she said throatily.
I wasn’t going to pass up an offer like that and I resumed fucking her, my cock sliding deep, then back and almost out, only to plunge back into her. It didn’t take long as her pussy was in a constant spasm milking my cock the whole time. I felt those familiar trembles in my balls, then the explosion as I blasted all of my cum into her, quivering as the last of my strength was drained into her. I fell to the side pulling her with me. We lay, recovering from the intense sensations of sex.
Sheila finally said, “God, no wonder Kristine was telling me to fly.”
“Like it?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said smiling. “I’m never gonna be afraid of flying again,” she said with a wink on flying.
I had to smile at her double meaning. Yep, flying is something she’d be doing a lot I expected. I'm sure the boys would be after her like bees on honey.
Now I had two flying students. Things were definitely going to be interesting.
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