Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 14: Return to Hungary
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 14: Return to Hungary - Ian, the son of British immigrants, finds his life changed after a family tragedy and decides to make the best of his ambitions and dreams. And nothing gets you to new adventures as fast as your own airplane...
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Nudism
Our trip to Reykjavik was a complete success in nearly every regard. Mark had gotten one helluva birthday present. The number of people who got to bone an Olympic gold medal winner in the bum at twenty-eight thousand feet was unsurprisingly small and on top of it, he got a good look – and a short feel – of Ira’s spectacular assets on the way back. In between he had apparently negotiated a new citizenship for one of his numerous ladies and his child with the Icelandic authorities.
That guy certainly knew how to live. The best thing about Mark was that all this success didn’t go to his head. One would expect that a guy who had scored three drop-dead gorgeous ladies would become a macho arsehole, but he was a real down-to-earth kind of guy.
Fred and I had run out of duty hours, so we had handed over the plane to two of our younger pilots and Jack in the jump seat. This way they could collect some additional hours for their type rating on the JS-31 Exec, but of course only after I had gotten Mark’s permission. As the one who had chartered the flight, he wasn’t obliged to be the guinea pig on a training flight.
He had had absolutely no problem with it. In fact, he even suggested that Ira disembarks too. That way Jack and the two pilots could clock in two more landings on the way back from dropping him off at Dresden. Most other customers certainly would not have been that considerate.
“Are you as horny as you look?” I asked Ira as we were driving home from the airport. “I thought Mark only touched your boobs once or twice?”
“It didn’t take much more than a touch to get my engine going,” she admitted. “Lydia didn’t exaggerate when she said he’s an absolute magician with boobs.”
“Then it’s a good thing I loaded up on scrambled eggs in Reykjavik,” I said with a chuckle, knowing that I was in for a very animated evening.
“I hope you’ve taken yourself off the roster today,” Fred told me the next morning. His serious tone made it clear he was not talking in jest. “I know that look. Your girl has taken you to the task last night.”
“You should know me good enough by now,” I replied, still tired from last night’s capers. “I wouldn’t even have started anything lengthy if I had a flight the next day.”
“Just making sure,” he said with a relieved grin. “I wouldn’t have asked if I hadn’t overestimated myself in the past.”
“Don’t worry. I flew over dad’s crash site, remember. I skipped the exuberant youth phase and went straight to boring, by-the-books pilot.”
“Stop nannying him,” Jack chimed in from behind his desk, which shut Fred up. Of course I knew he was only doing his job as a chief pilot, but at times it stung a bit that he didn’t trust me to know the safety regulations.
“Coming down to business,” Fred changed the topic. “You’re scheduled for the Hungary flight in April, with a surprisingly long layover. Since that means the Pilatus is gone we’ll do the Austria flight the next day on Mark’s plane.”
“Shouldn’t we just delay the flight to Hungary by two days?” I asked. “I’d hate to waste so much fuel on such a short flight by using a jet.”
“Don’t get us into it,” Fred said with a chuckle. “Both Ira and Sofia didn’t sound like whatever business you have in Hungary can wait. And besides, the Falcon needs to be moved. It’s been on the ground for months. We’re maintaining it to death.”
“Alright, point taken,” I relented. “But the girls go first and Mark follows two weeks later, if I remember right?”
“Affirmative.”
“Okay, then I’ll take a break for a day and fly Mark over in the Pilatus. Is the Falcon flight on my birthday still on?”
“You want someone to sub in for you?” Fred asked.
“On the contrary,” I said. “I want to max out my duty hours if I can help it. The last thing I need is being in the office, constantly fearing that someone starts singing ‘Happy Birthday’ whenever I come into a room. I hate that.”
“Good to know,” Fred said and laughed along with Jack.
I actually felt a bit nervous, so I mentally debated handing over the flight to Balaton Airport to Fred, but he already would have to fly single-pilot back to Emden, and I vividly remembered how much workload that had been for me last year.
And besides, I could not chicken out every time I was feeling a little jittery. Thankfully I was doing the walk-around, which gave me enough time to clear my thoughts.
The weather was brilliant, the wind was calm, so we took off nicely and we must have hit a bit off lull in traffic, because even though we were crossing Hamburg, Hannover and Leipzig, ATC actually gave us some direct vectors, which meant we could cut our flight time by at least twenty minutes.
Even Balaton Airport, normally one of the busiest in Hungary, turned out to be quiet. But that had more to do with the fact that it was mid-April and the holiday season hadn’t really started yet. The weather looked more like May, but people didn’t book their vacations by the morning’s weather forecast. They booked when they had their actual vacations.
I sailed down the glide path and put the plane down beautifully, right on the piano keys.
“That was a landing worthy of a three-week vacation,” Fred said and gave me the thumbs up.
“Well, let’s see how long the weather plays ball,” I said, looking outside as we taxied in.
“You sure you don’t want us to bring Ira here in a week or so?” Fred asked. “Surely Lusya or Bea can handle the job interviews?”
I shook my head. “This has been planned for a long time. Do you seriously think I haven’t tried to convince her to come along?”
“Trouble in paradise?” he asked with concern in his voice.
“Not at all,” I assured him. “She has some plans of her own.”
Fred was a good friend, but even he wasn’t privy to all our private details. I saw no reason why he should know that Ira was expecting her next period to hit very soon and that she fancied herself some girl-on-girl action, which was practical for Bea, because her partner Sofia was sitting in our passenger cabin.
Neither I nor Ira were going to go on a dry spell.
Well, this time Sofia wouldn’t get to make some random taxi driver’s day by handing over a large stack of Forint notes. First of all, Keszthely was only a few miles away and we were greeted in the GA terminal by a designated driver – a blonde bombshell wearing the skimpiest top that was just about physically capable of keeping her gargantuan boobs from popping out.
Before I could regain my wits, I found myself in a bear hug, my face wedged in between Esther’s massive tits.
“Af much af I apprefiate the predicament,” I mumbled, just short of suffocating, and Esther released her iron grip on me. I was surprised to see a tear running down her face.
“I missed you too,” I said and leaned in to give her a kiss on the cheek.
Talk about taking the whole arm when you’re offered a hand. She gripped my face and started to french-kiss me with an urgency that made me hard. There were hardly any people in the GA terminal, but we were still in public!
I heard Sofia clear her throat behind us.
“You’ve noticed I arrived too, my dear sister?” she asked and giggled when she saw my obvious predicament.
“Hi Sofi,” Esther said with a giggle, but immediately returned her attention back to me.
“Let’s get out of here, before I end up with a wet patch on my pants,” I managed to tell her before she could get any more feisty in public.
“Sorry, got carried away a bit,” Esther said with a giggle and took my hand.
We bundled into Esther’s large Mercedes. I took the rear seat and Sofia sat next to her sister upfront.
“Take your tops off,” I ordered both of them.
Both looked back at me, grinned, but made no attempt at arguing. Apparently expecting an impromptu fondling session in the car, both were topless in no time.
“Right, now we can go,” I said nonchalantly and Esther gasped a bit when she realized I wanted her to drive us to the hotel with her massive tits exposed. Sofia, who was used to that kind of shenanigans, just giggled with excitement.