I Arrival I had flown into the small municipal airport in Santa Cruz to begin
work on a long-overdue assignment. I landed on the short macadam field and
taxied to the transient parking section on the west end of the field. I shut
down the engine and turned of the electrics as the propeller was still turning.
The whine of spinning gyros filled the suddenly quiet cockpit. It had been a
long flight from Los Angeles, and I sat in my seat for a moment, enjoying the
quiet. Finally I opened the door and stepped out into a mild Pacific breeze. I
tied the Cessna's wings and tail to the rings in the tarmac, then retrieved my
duffel from the back seat. It was not the most writing exciting assignment I'd
ever had, but what the hell--it would pay a few bills. I walked past the tower
to pick up my rental car. Maybe I'd be able to find something interesting to do
here. I drove to the motel; it wasn't fancy, but at least it was close to the
water. I paid in advance for the room, then undressed and headed for the shower.
Just as the water was beginning to get warm there was a soft knock at the door.
"Shit!" I said, grabbing a towel to wrap around my waist. "Probably the damn
maid, wanting to make up the room." It didn't make much sense, since I'd just
arrived, but I've spent a lot of time in motel rooms over the years. Maids
sometime show up to clean rooms at the strangest times. Clutching my towel
around me, I opened the door. A young woman stood there. She wore a halter top
and a short, tight skirt. A quick glance showed me that she had a very good
body, with full breasts and a small, tight ass. Her nipples showed through the
thin fabric of her halter top and I could feel my cock stir slightly under the
rough towel covering me. "Yes?" I asked. She looked at me silently, smiling.
"Well, here I am!" she said cheerfully, pushing her way past me into the small
room. I closed the door. She turned to face me, hands on hips. "Quite some place
you've got here," she said, looking around. "Real classy." She had just a trace
of an accent I couldn't quite identify; possibly Eastern European, I thought.
"Yeah, it's a regular Taj Mahal," I said, a little sarcastically. "Well, looks
like, you're not planning to waste any time," she said, looking at the growing
bulge in my towel. Suddenly she grabbed the bottom of her halter top and pulled
it over her head. She stood before me, her long nipples protruding from firm
breasts. "Not bad, eh?" she said, flicking each nipple with her fingers. "Very
nice," I said, noncommittally, "but I have to tell you, I have no idea what
you're doing here!" She stared at me, wide-eyed. "What? Aren't you Jimmy
Cortez?" "Do I really look like a guy named Cortez?" I asked, smiling. With my
fair skin and almost blond hair, I don't generally get mistaken for a Latino.
She laughed. "No, I guess not. It looks like I've made a REALLY stupid mistake.
I'm sorry to bother you." She began to pull her halter top over her head. I
moved to her, holding her arms gently. "I don't think it would be polite to let
you just waste a trip like that," I said. I took the skimpy top from her and
tossed it on the floor. "I don't just do this for free, you know," she said. "I
mean, you're really cute, and all, but I do have to make a living." She looked
up at me with a small smile. "I think you'd find I'm worth the price." "And what
would the price be?" I asked. "Well," she said, "it depends on what you want.
You're not a cop, are you?" "No," I said, laughing. "I'm not a cop. Do you think
I'd be standing here buck-ass naked if I was a cop?" I pulled the towel off and
stood before her, my cock pointing proudly toward the ceiling. She looked down
and smiled. "Nope, I guess not! Since you ask, it's two hundred for
half-and-half." "Pretty expensive," I said. "I've never had a customer
complain," she said moving closer to me, so her nipples just grazed my chest.
"Okay," I said. I reached for my wallet and extracted four fifties. "I don't
need the money quite yet," she said. "I think I can trust you." With one swift
motion she stepped out of her tight skirt and stood naked before me. She took a
step back and did a small pirouette, showing off her firm breasts, her neatly
trimmed pussy. My cock throbbed at the sight. She took one step and her body
melted against me as her mouth found mine. I have been with more than a few
working girls over the years, and it's unusual to receive a kiss. I wasn't
giving the matter a lot of thought, though, and I kissed back. Our tongues met
and explored each other's mouths. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my
chest as my cock pressed against her firm, young body. Her hands moved up and
down my back, then my sides, then my belly, caressing. Her mouth moved from mine
and began to trace a path down my throat, my chest, my stomach, moving down
toward my cock. Looking down, I could see a small drop of pre-come glistening at
the tip of my cock. Her mouth moved toward it, hungrily. I could almost feel her
wet, hot lips wrapping around the head of my cock. Before she reached her prize,
though, I grabbed her wrists and held her arms behind her with one hand. She
looked up at me, her eyes wide. A flush of arousal had begun to spread across
her chest and belly. She was clearly no ordinary call girl. I walked her
backwards to the bed, forcing her onto her back. She parted her legs, expecting
me to enter her. I could see the wetness of her pink inner lips, wanting me. I
pushed her away onto the bed. She looked up at me, a question in her eyes. "What
do you want?" she asked. I didn't answer. Instead, I reached into my duffel and
found a pair of neckties. I tied one to each of her wrists, then fastened each
end to the metal bedposts. She looked up at me wide-eyed, not resisting. I
pulled my belt from my jeans, and tied her left ankle to the foot of the bed,
then looked around for a way to secure her remaining leg. My canvas duffel had a
removable strap, and I used that to finish tying her to the bed. I stood back
and admired my work; she was tied to the double bed, spread eagle and helpless.
The sight of her tied, helpless, was arousing, and my cock was throbbing. She
began to struggle slightly, testing the bonds. It was useless. I knelt between
her legs. I lowered my face slowly to her trimmed bush, breathing in the aroma
of her arousal. I rubbed my lips gently against the fine pubic hair, then
brought my lips to her cunt. I could feel the slickness of her juices, then
taste them, as my tongue began to trace the delicate contours of her inner lips.
Her hips were beginning to move now, and I could hear small sounds coming from
her throat. Finally I buried my face in her slick, fragrant pussy, licking up
and down, jabbing my tongue into her hot cunt, flicking her protruding clitoris
with the tip of my tongue. Each time my tongue touched her firm clit her hips
would give a little involuntary jerk, and it seemed as though her juices were
flowing more plentifully. She began to struggle against her restraints. I knew
she was close to coming, as my tongue explored her most intimate parts.
Suddenly, I pulled my face away from her pussy. She raised her hips high, as
though to follow my mouth which had been giving her so much pleasure. I stood
up, looking at her. Her eyes followed my every move. I Got back on the bed and
straddled her, my balls hanging just over her mouth. Her tongue tried to reach
them, but I stayed just out of reach. With my finger I took a small drop of
clear pre-come from the tip of my cock and held it just before her lips. "Would
you like this?" I asked, waving my finger in front of her lips. "Oh, yes!
Please!" She licked her lips anxiously. "I will give you some, but only if you
promise to obey. Do you understand?" She nodded quickly. "I'm going to untie
your hands for just a moment, but you must not try to get free. Do you
understand?" She nodded quickly, and I untied the two neckties securing her
wrists to the bed. I pulled her up to a sitting position, then tied her wrists
together in front of her. I raised her hands above her head, enjoying the
sensuous movement of her firm breasts. I pulled her arms around me, pressing her
body tightly against mine. Her breath was warm against my chest. I rose to my
knees and gently pushed her head down. She lunged at my stiff cock, taking as
much of me in her mouth as she could in one gulp. Her mouth was hot and wet,
surrounding me. One moment her lips were tight against the sensitive head of my
cock, then the next she had taken all of me into her throat. She drew her mouth
back up again along my stiff organ, sucking at me greedily. She growled low in
her throat as she sucked at my hot rod, and the vibration shot through me like
an electric current. Faster and faster she licked at my throbbing cock, growling
like a wild animal; her hot lips and tongue worked up and down the length of my
shaft, eagerly seeking the first hot spurts of creamy semen. I could feel her
struggling against her bonds behind my back as she tried to break free, but I
had done too good a job of tying her up. She knew it would be just a few seconds
more before I would explode, and she moved her hot, wet mouth faster and faster
on my rock-hard cock. She could hear me making moaning sounds as I got closer
and closer to orgasm. Faster and faster she sucked at me, as though she was
afraid I might change my mind and send her away without her reward. Suddenly I
gave a loud cry, as spasms of unbelievable pleasure tore through my body. She
tried to swallow every bit of white come as I shot each spurt into her, but
there was too much for her to handle; white rivers of semen ran out the sides of
her mouth and down her chin. She struggled harder against her bonds, but still
without success. She was trapped here, my hot cock shooting its load into her
mouth and down her throat. Finally she could feel me begin to soften, felt the
spurts slow and then stop. She looked up at me with wide eyes, wondering what I
might have in store for her next. I wiped the semen from her chin and spread it
over her breasts; her nipples were rock-hard from arousal. I lifted her arms
over my head, but left her wrists tied together. I pushed her onto her back, her
arms over her head. She lay there looking at me, helpless, her eyes cloudy with
lust. With her legs tied to the corners of the bed, her rosy cunt was open to
me, beckoning to me. I could see the flowing juices of her arousal and I put one
finger into her. She closed her eyes and moaned. I put two fingers into her
slick pussy, then three, then four. Her muscles seemed to want to draw me deep
into her body. The scent of her arousal was overpowering; I brought my face
close to her cunt, breathing deeply of the musky scent. Her hips were beginning
to move back and forth, begging me to bring my mouth to her again. I smiled at
her and gave her protruding clitoris a quick flick with the tip of my tongue.
She raised her hips off the bed, trying to force herself against my mouth. I
hovered just above her hot, wet pussy, teasing first her throbbing clit with my
tongue, then tracing the rosy outlines of her slick inner lips. She was mewing
like a kitten, her eyes squeezed tightly shut. I ran my fingers around her cunt,
collecting the slippery juices and put my fingers first in my mouth, then in
hers, so she could taste her own juices. She sucked greedily at my fingers, just
as she had sucked my hard cock a few moments before. The memory of her hot mouth
brought my cock to life again. She looked down at it, and I knew she longed to
feel it deep within her, driving in and out of her wet, hungry pussy. There
would be time for that later; right now I had some other plans. I drew away from
her and looked at her, tied up so helplessly on the bed. Her eyes moved
constantly from my hard cock to my face, then back to my cock again. I stood
there silently, deciding what we might do next. II Helpless I stood over her for
a long moment, looking at her as she lay tied spread-eagle to the bed. Her hips
moved slightly from side to side as her slick pussy was exposed to me. I smiled
as I inspected my prize. Even with her arms tied and stretched over her head her
firm breasts were beautifully rounded, her long nipples a dull red from arousal.
She licked her full lips repeatedly with the tip of her tongue, and I knew she
desperately wanted me inside her. Her eyes were fixed on my hard cock hungrily;
another clear drop of pre-come emerged from the tip. "Would you like a little
taste?" I asked, waving my stiff rod inches from her mouth. She tried to lunge
for it with her mouth. "Uh, unh! I said, pulling back. "You may have just one
small drop, but you have to promise to behave!" She nodded quickly. I moved
closer to her and brought the tip of my penis against her lips. She opened her
mouth slightly and I allowed her to have just a fraction of an inch. "Don't take
too much," I cautioned her, "or I won't let you have any more later!" She looked
up at me in panic. "It's okay," I said. "You can have just a little bit." Her
lips closed gently around the head, and I felt her tongue lapping gently at the
very tip of my cock, taking every tiny bit of the clear pre-come. The gentle
caress of her tongue against the sensitive head was bringing me quickly to the
peak of another orgasm, but I pulled back. There would be time for that later, I
thought to myself, smiling. The sight of her helpless form tied securely to the
bed was very appealing, and I traced the outline of her firm breasts with the
tips of my fingers. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply. I brought my lips
to each nipple in turn, feeling each one harden in response. I ran my tongue
around each one, then traced the wide aureoles at the base of each beautiful
bud. I made a path of small kisses: starting at the hollow under her jaw, down
between her breasts, tasting the slight salt of her sweat on her skin. My lips
moved down, lingering on the warmth under her firm breasts, then proceeding down
to her belly. Her hips began their side-to-side motion again as I came ever
closer to her slick, hot pussy. She began to moan. "What would you like?" I
asked her. "Tell me." "I want you to please me," she said, breathless. "I want
you bring me pleasure." As she said this, almost pleading, she tried to raise
her hips off the bed, to bring her cunt to my mouth. "I don't quite know what
you mean," I teased. "I'm afraid you're going to have to explain it to me." She
said something in a language I didn't understand; it might have been Russian.
"Please!" she cried. "Please! I want you to lick my pussy again!" Slowly I moved
toward her cunt. I could almost feel the heat of her arousal against my face as
I drew nearer. "Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Lick my pussy! I want your wet mouth on
my cunt!" I brought my lips against her cunt, spreading her slippery juices
around with my mouth. "Please! Suck my clit and make me come!" My mouth found
her hardening clit. I took it between my lips, feeling it get harder and longer
as it emerged from its fleshy sheath. She panted and gasped as I sucked gently
at the sensitive flesh. "Fuck me!" she cried. "Fuck my hot cunt with your mouth.
I want to feel you inside me! I want your tongue in my pussy. I want your big
cock inside me! I want all of you in me!" I licked and sucked at her hot pussy,
tasting her slick, musky juices as they flowed freely from her. As her arousal
reached a peak she began to arch her back, trying to bring her sex into tighter
contact with my mouth. Her cries were now unintelligible, as she reverted to the
language of her birth. I thrust four fingers into her hungry pussy and felt her
muscles tighten around them. The tips of my fingers sought, then found her
g-spot; her sudden, sharp gasp told me I had reached that sensitive prize.
Gently I stroked the spot, feeling the muscles of her vagina clench around my
hand. I knew she was going to come at any moment, and I slowly withdrew my hand
from her. She made a disappointed sound. "What would you like now?" I asked. "I
won't do anything unless you ask me." She licked her lips. "Please," she begged.
"Please, make love to me. Just please, fuck me. I want your cock in my hot
pussy. I want to feel you inside me, fucking my cunt. I want to feel your come
inside me. Please!" She arched her back again, struggling against her bonds.
"Since you've asked so nicely," I said, "I will make love to you." "Please, just
put your cock inside me. Please!" I knelt down between her legs again and traced
a path with the head of my cock from her navel, slowly over her round belly,
pausing at the beginning of her neatly trimmed bush. The pre-come left a faint,
glistening trail over her pale skin. Finally I brought my cock down, over the
fine pubic hair, down, until I paused at the threshold of her waiting pussy. Her
spread legs opened her slick pussy, and it invited me, begged me to enter.
Finally, with one hard thrust, I brought my hot, stiff cock into her waiting
pussy, burying it to its base. She would have screamed with the pleasure, but my
mouth was on hers, stifling her cry. I lay on top of her for a moment, my mouth
locked to hers, my cock deep inside her. I could feel the strong muscles of her
vagina clenching around my cock, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm. I
began thrusting in and out of her, pulling out until just the head of my cock
was at the entrance to her pussy, surrounded by her inner lips, then quickly
plunging into her, as deeply as I could go. With each long thrust she brought
her pelvis up to meet me, making each penetration deeper and harder. I thrust
faster and faster into her. I grabbed her firm ass cheeks in my two hands and
pulled her cunt tighter against my cock. She was making loud, inarticulate
sounds, panting, crying out sometimes in English, sometimes in her strange
native language. Faster. Harder. Deeper. This felt absolutely perfect, and I
wanted it to go on forever. I kept thrusting my hot cock into her, feeling the
electricity and warmth of my approaching orgasm. As I fucked her faster and
faster, the strong muscles of her pussy were clenched around my pounding cock.
Her cries were silent now, and I realized that we both were holding our breaths.
Suddenly, an almost unbearable wave of pleasure washed through me, starting at
my thrusting cock, then radiating outward through the rest of my body. I heard
two loud wails mingling in that small room, and I knew it was the sound of two
people intimately coupled, locked in the throes of joined orgasmic pleasure. Our
bodies were no longer our own; they had been given over to the ecstasy we were
sharing during that long moment. As our orgasm subsided, I slowed my thrusting,
then stopped, lying on top of her, my softening penis still nestled deep in her
wet pussy. We closed our eyes as our breathing returned to normal. After a long
while I rolled off her. I kissed her soft, full lips gently. "That was a perfect
fuck," I said to her with real appreciation. She smiled at me. "We'll have to do
it again sometime. Maybe in about twenty minutes or so?" She giggled, squirming
against her bonds. "I don't have any other plans," she said. "If I promise not
to escape, do you think you might untie me? I could do many other things with my
hands if I they were loose." She smiled at me, mischievously. "I think that
could be arranged," I said, loosening the bonds. She rubbed her wrists and
ankles. She got off the bed and stretched luxuriantly. I watched the seductive
motion of her lithe body--the soft bounce and curve of her full breasts, the
gentle swelling of her firm belly, the warm joining of her thighs. It was a
beautiful sight. She pulled aside the curtains to peek out. "It's starting to
get dark," she said. "I should think about going." She looked back at me. "I
don't recall giving you permission to leave," I said, taking her in my arms. She
was much shorter than me, but her soft curves molded nicely against me as or
naked bodies melted together, skin to skin. "I still have plans for you." "More
plans?" she asked, wide-eyed. "You can do...more?" "I have many ideas," I said,
smiling. "I am a very creative person. You'll see." She smiled up at me. "I
can't wait to find out what those ideas might be," she said. "I have liked all
your ideas so far!" We embraced tightly in the fading light. Our time together
had just begun... III Confession, penance and absolution We lay on the bed in
the near-darkness, our naked bodies lightly touching. I would lightly caress a
firm breast, she would stroke my cock until it just began to stir then stop,
teasing. The smell of our afternoon's passion filled the room with a musky
aroma. I sensed that she was trying to tell me something. "What is it?" I asked,
trying to encourage her. "I have to confess something to you," she said in a
small voice. "I am not what I seem." I looked at her exquisite body and smiled.
"You look fine to me, " I said. "I think my money will have been well spent!"
"No, no, that's not what I meant!" she said. "I mean, I came here because I had
a bet from my friend. She said I didn't have the guts to dress up like a hooker
and knock on a motel door. She said I'd chicken out first." I looked at her for
a long moment. "Yes," I said. "This changes things. Stand up." "What are you
going to do?" she asked, as she got to her feet, looking at me. I looked at her
sternly. "Come over here." I took her wrist firmly as she came to me. "You have
not been truthful with me," said. "You came here under false pretenses." She
started to protest. "Be quiet!" I said sharply. She fell silent, looking down. I
sat on the bed, pulling her with me. "I can't let this go unpunished." I pulled
her across my lap. I laid my hand against the roundness of her firm ass. It was
very warm and soft. "You have to learn to tell me the truth." She squirmed
slightly as she lay across my lap. Her body was very warm against my skin.
SMACK! I bought my hand down sharply against her bottom. She jumped at the
impact. "Aie!" she cried, as she tried to cover herself with her hands. I pulled
her hands away. SMACK! The marks of my hand were vivid red against her pale
skin. SMACK! Each time I spanked her, she squirmed on my lap a little more. Her
round buttocks were a rosy pink, and she gave a little cry with each new blow.
SMACK! SMACK! "Please! Please!" she cried. "I'm sorry! I'll be good!" SMACK! I
rested my hand against her hot, red flesh. "Will you tell the truth from now
on?" I stroked her round buttocks, and she writhed on my lap. My cock was
hardening again, pressing up against her soft belly. "Yes! I promise! Only the
truth!" she said, between sobs. I kept up my gentle stroking of her tender ass
cheeks, now moving my hand between her legs, feeling the moistness there. "How
do I know you're telling me the truth now?" I asked, raising my hand over her
tender buttocks. She squirmed again, anticipating another sharp blow on her
tender flesh. "I am! I am! I always tell you the truth! I promise!" I went back
to stroking her again. As my hand made its way between her legs she spread them,
allowing me better access to her most private, tender parts. My fingers found a
resting place between her moist inner lips, feeling her juices, her clitoris
beginning to harden and emerge again. As I gently pushed two fingers into her
waiting pussy she nestled against me, making small purring sounds, like a
kitten. She slid off my lap and pushed my legs apart, kneeling between them. She
fastened her eyes on my cock, which was now pointing toward the ceiling. "Such a
lovely thing," she purred, taking it in her hand. "So long, and smooth and
powerful...all for me." She held me between her palms, bringing her lips to the
tip, as if to plant the gentlest of kisses on it. Her lips hesitated for just a
moment, then she swallowed my entire length, taking all of me into her mouth. I
could feel the back of her throat, and her lips were lost in the pubic hair at
the base of my throbbing rod. She stayed there for a moment, motionless, as
though savoring the feel of me inside her throat. Then she slowly withdrew, her
lips keeping a tight seal against my cock, her mouth sucking gently. When she
reached the very tip of my penis, she stopped, clamping her lips firmly around
the sensitive spot where the head joins the shaft. I could feel her tongue
flicking lightly around the sensitive head of my cock. I threw my head back,
squeezing my eyes tightly shut, thinking that I would shoot yet another load
into her throat. She moved her mouth down the length of my shaft again, though,
then up, then down, bringing me first to the brink of orgasm, then letting me
down, then back to the precipice, then down. I knew she was enjoying this sudden
role reversal; it was as though she was paying me back in kind for my earlier
abuse of her tender flesh. Just as I was about to reach the point of inevitable
orgasm, she suddenly released me from her mouth and smiled up at me innocently.
"Was there anything else you wanted from me, Sir?" she asked, as though I were
ordering a Big Mac with fries. "Yes, dammit!" I said. "Finish it! Just finish
it!" "Oh, yes, Sir!" she said, standing up in front of me. "I would be pleased
to!" With no further warning she straddled me, taking my hard cock into her
steaming pussy in one swift stroke. She impaled herself upon me, wrapping her
legs around my waist. Her arms wound around my neck and she bounced on my lap,
forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. I felt the warmth of her
reddened buttocks against my thighs as she rode my hard cock, oblivious to the
pain. Her breasts bounced in the dim light. Soon our bodies, approaching another
peak of ecstasy, took over our will; our animal cries filled the room as I,
blind from pleasure, sent hot spurts of come deep into her throbbing pussy. She
sobbed in her own intense orgasm, calling my name, crying out words I did not
understand. If this is detente, I said I thought to myself, I could become a
career diplomat. At last our spasms slowed, then stopped, and we sagged against
each other, exhausted. I rolled over onto my side, still clasping her to me. She
seemed to be holding my now softening cock in her pussy with her incredibly
strong vaginal muscles. We lay tangled together in the dim light, feeling the
warmth of each other's bodies, breathing in the musky aroma of our passion,
feeling our heartbeats slow. Although it was early December, Santa Cruz had
never seemed so warm. After a while, we slept. IV Initiation We spent a peaceful
night in each other's arms. I awoke once and looked down at her sleeping; her
face, framed by dense curls of golden brown hair, was angelic. I felt her warm
breath on my chest. Gently I explored her firm young body as she slept: the
hollow under her jaw, the contour of each swelling breast, the smooth curve of
her hip, the soft pubic hair at the joining of her thighs. As I touched her, she
made a small contented sound and her full lips curved in a smile. The first
light of the morning began to wash into the room. I was enjoying the last traces
of a dream; in that dream I was reveling in taste and texture of her soft body
and she would cry out passionately in her strange language. In the dream I felt
her full lips caressing my belly, fastening on my cock, her tongue flicking
along the length of my shaft, sucking on the sensitive head. I moaned in
pleasure as I came awake to discover that the reality and the dream had met: she
was moving her mouth up and down the length of my penis, kissing along its
length, sucking gently at the tip, slowly taking me length into her mouth. I
stirred, and she looked up at me and grinned, then turned her attention to my
hard cock. She seemed to have all the time in the world as she worked her mouth
up and down the length of my penis, sucking first gently, then harder as her
lips fastened around just the sensitive head of my cock. Her hands caressed my
inner thighs, my balls as her mouth kept up its marvelous work of pleasure on my
cock. Finally, loudly, I came, shooting spurts of semen into her mouth as she
purred with her own pleasure. She licked my tender penis clean, then kissed a
path up my chest to my face, locking her full lips to mine. I could taste my own
semen on her lips. We lay there for a few moments, locked in a tight embrace,
then I gently pushed her away. "Let's get dressed and go out," I said. "I have
some more plans for you." "But I want to stay here, in bed with you," she
pouted. "I want to make love some more." "Just get dressed," I insisted. "We'll
get some breakfast, then we'll take a little ride." Reluctantly she complied,
and we walked across the highway to the diner, where we stuffed ourselves on
pancakes and sausage. She stroked my leg with her bare foot under the table as
we ate. "Can't we just go back to the room?" she asked as I was paying the
check. "Nope," I said. "I have a much better idea." I grinned at her
mysteriously. "What could be a better idea than making love all day in the
room?" she asked, snuggling against me. "You'll see." I headed the car out the
highway, toward the small municipal airport. Santa Cruz Muni is quite close to
the center of town, and it was not more than a ten minute drive before we were
parked at the edge of the field. I got out of the car, then opened her door,
taking her hand as she got out. We stopped in the line shack, and I filed a
local flight plan. The owner looked at my companion, then back at me. He smiled,
shaking his head. We walked out the to the airplane, in the gentle westerly
breeze. She looked at the Cessna, wide-eyed. "This is yours?" she asked,
incredulous. "Well, it's partly mine. It's sort of a partnership: me and the
bank." I unlocked both doors, freed the controls, then began the preflight,
walking around the plane, releasing the tie downs, checking the control
surfaces. She followed me, watching my every move. Finally, satisfied that we
were airworthy, I helped her into the left seat and helped her fasten her
seatbelt. I closed her door, then walked around to get into my seat on the left.
I fastened my own belt, then flipped master switch and electronic switches. The
whirr of gyros filled the cabin, followed by the crackle of the radio. I turned
to the Terminal Information Service and marked down wind direction, velocity and
barometric pressure on a small clipboard. She watched me silently, fascinated. I
looked around the airplane. "Clear prop!" I said, then turned the key to START.
Three blades of the large propeller flashed past the windshield and the motor
started, settling down to a lumpy idle. I selected Ground Control's frequency
and keyed the microphone. "Ground, this is Cessna 6085 Golf at transient parking
with Information Foxtrot, taxi two-niner right." "Roger, 85 Golf. Cleared to
taxi to two-niner right, tower point 25." "85 Golf," I acknowledged, switching
to the tower frequency. "Tower, Cessna 6085 Golf ready for takeoff on two-niner
right, left downwind departure." "85 Golf, you are cleared for takeoff, left
downwind departure. Good day." I clicked the transmit button twice to
acknowledge as I taxied onto the runway and pushed the throttle forward. The
plane accelerated briskly. I spent a lot of years saving up enough money to buy
my own airplane. Even though there's no way I could ever justify the cost, every
time I push the throttle to the firewall and head down a new runway, I know the
money is well spent. The Cessna Centurion has almost 300 horsepower, and you
feel every one of them as the airplane surges smoothly down the runway. Soon I
pulled the wheel back to raise the nose and we broke free of the earth, climbing
swiftly into the clear California sky. I trimmed the airplane for the climb and
looked over at my passenger. She was clutching the sides of her seat as we
climbed out. "Isn't this a great day for flying?" I asked. "I suppose," she
said, looking down at the ground as we climbed. "Is this your first time in a
small plane?" I asked. "It's my first time ever in an airplane!" she said, still
looking down at the ground as we climbed ever higher. "Scared?" I asked. "A
little," she said. "It's so small, and I never knew anyone who could fly a
plane!" "It's not too difficult," I said. "It's just like driving a car, only
you have three dimensions to work with." Finally I leveled out at 6,000 feet,
then set throttle and propeller for cruise. The landscape of Northern California
stretched out under us in a sparkling clear winter day. I adjusted the trim tabs
so the airplane would fly itself. "Why don't you fly it," I said. "Just take the
wheel." She looked at me with alarm. "It's easy. Just take the wheel.
Tentatively, she put her hands on the control wheel in front of her. "When you
turn the wheel to the left, the airplane will bank to the left." She turned the
wheel slightly and the Cessna reacted. "Aie!" she cried, taking her hands off
the controls as the plane banked to the left. I laughed, bringing the wings
level. "Maybe we should have a flying lesson at another time," I said. "Right
now, though, I have a better idea. Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?"
She looked at me quizzically. "Mile High Club? What is this?" I pointed at the
altimeter. It indicated that we were more than 5,280 feet above sea level. "It
is an elite group of people who have joined by doing something 'special' at an
altitude of more than one mile. Do you have any idea what that might mean?" "I
think I have the idea," she said, " but who would fly the plane?" I flipped a
switch on the panel to engage the autopilot. "I have a chauffeur," I said,
reaching for her. "Is this chauffeur reliable?" she asked. "Very," I said. "And
he knows how to keep his mouth shut." I unfastened my seatbelt and reclined the
passenger seat to horizontal. She smiled at me, and our lips met. The Cessna's
motor droned on. I pulled her top over her head to reveal her round breasts. I
put my lips to each nipple, feeling each one respond. As I was licking and
fondling her firm breasts she unbuttoned my shirt and began stroking and licking
my chest, sucking on my nipples. I pulled at her short skirt, and soon she was
naked, writhing on the cool leather of the seat. I parted her legs and knelt
between them, burying my face in her moist pussy. Her clit began to protrude as
her juices flowed copiously from her cunt. I was reveling in her musky taste as
she pulled my face up to hers and kissed me deeply as she unfastened my belt.
Her hands pushed opened my belt and pushed the waist of my pants down. I
discarded them, throwing them into the back seat of the airplane. Now we were
both naked; six thousand feet above the ground, hurtling southward at over 180
knots. She pulled me on top of her, grabbing at my erect penis. Her mouth
sought, then found, my cock, and she licked and sucked at me with abandon. I
could hear her animal growls over the drone of the engine. She had a way of
knowing when I was getting close to orgasm. Suddenly she stopped, pulling me
from her mouth, clutching my cock firmly, pressing against the base of the organ
to keep me from coming. She guided my face back down between her legs and I
sucked and licked at her firm clit again, tasting the sweet juices of her
arousal. Soon her moans told me she was reaching her own orgasm, and I moved my
body over her, my cock hovering over her pussy. Her hands clutched at my ass,
pulling me towards her. I teased her clit with the tip of my cock. She moaned in
frustration, scolding me in a language I didn't understand. Finally, I entered
her, plunging deeply into her wet cunt, burying myself as far as I could go,
touching bottom. She cried out as I penetrated her, and her cries mingled with
the drone of the airplane's motor. Her nails raked across my buttocks, pulling
me into her. I plunged in and out, in and out, faster and faster, feeling the
escalation of pleasure for both of us. The slippery juice of her pussy coated my
cock as it luxuriated in the pleasures of her flesh. I pulled my cock out of her
cunt and replaced it with my mouth, licking fervently at her protruding
clitoris, then she would pull my cock to her hungry mouth so she could lick our
mingled juices. Finally, with my cock buried deep in her throbbing pussy, we
both came, our cries mingling with the comforting drone of the Cessna's big
motor. We lay on the leather seat for several minutes. Finally, as my cock began
to soften, I sat up and looked around. I did not recognize the terrain: we were
lost. The responsibilities of being Pilot in Command momentarily overcame my
desire for my angel. I withdrew from her and sat back in the left seat. The
leather was cool against my naked ass. I retrieved a Sectional Chart from the
back seat and compared it with the terrain below. In a matter of minutes I knew
we were approaching Santa Barbara. Time certainly flies when you're having fun,
I thought to myself. "Even been to Santa Barbara?" I asked, as I began to trim
the airplane for descent. "No," she said. "Is it nice?" "It can be," I said,
smiling at her. "Get dressed, and we'll see what kind of trouble we can get
into." Reluctantly, she dressed as we began our descent into Santa Barbara. I
struggled into my jeans, then called Santa Barbara tower for landing clearance.
Finally we touched down, one veteran member of the Mile High Cub, and one new
initiate. This called for a celebration. Soon I would decide what the
celebration should be...
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