Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 22: A Healthy Shock
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 22: A Healthy Shock - 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
You haven’t sampled ‘weird’ until you’ve shagged the raw stuffing out of a beautiful woman’s arse while she was talking on the phone to your better half. Happened to me. Esther was on her hands and knees and I was balls-deep in her rear-end while she was trying to have a conversation with Ira. The emphasis was on ‘trying’ because her communication skills were mostly reduced to grunts and moans with a smattering of Hungarian words in between.
Video telephony wasn’t a thing yet back in the day, but I could tell from the sounds coming through the speaker that Ira was furiously diddling herself. As weird as this setup was, it gave a whole new meaning to the term ‘telephone sex’.
Ira went first and came noisily, which helped me along a good deal to spill into Esther’s bowels. It didn’t take her long and she came like a freight train as well and went slack.
“Did she pass out again?” Ira asked and I picked up Esther’s phone, turning off the speaker mode.
“Yep,” I confirmed, still breathing heavily.
“Well done,” Ira said with a giggle. “I’ve got to get to work. See you in two days, Studley. Keep up the good work.”
I promised to do my best and told her how much I loved her, before we hung up. I wondered how Mark felt about such situations – telling Lydia how much he loved her while his little chap was still stuck in another woman’s rear-end. Speaking of which, I gently withdrew from Esther’s rear. Since we were still on the beach, I could just hop into the lake to clean up while still keeping an eye on Esther.
Sex with Sofia’s gorgeous sister was in a way like ice skating. You got your style marks almost instantly. If it took her more than five minutes to come to again, you had done well. If she regained consciousness faster than that, it had been a bit of a damp squib or you had gone excessively slow deliberately. Well, in that regard I had probably done well, because by the time Esther returned to the land of the living, I was not only back from the lake, I had actually dried off already. I had assumed our usual position of resting her head in my lap.
“I’ll probably walk funny for a week,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. “But I wouldn’t want to miss that for the world.”
“You will always find me to be a willing accomplice,” I told her.
“I love it when you’re trying to sound posh,” she told me with a chuckle.
“And I love it when I have such easy access to the goodies,” I replied, shamelessly playing with her massive boobs. Considering that she closed her eyes and leaned into my touch, I could tell this sort of attention was very welcome.
“Ian, may I ask you a question?” Esther asked, still enjoying my massaging her big breasts.
“Hm, let’s see,” I teased her. “We’re on a beach, stark naked. I’m playing with your tits and we’ve had sex three times already. I’m not sure if I can cope with a question.”
Esther chuckled and opened her eyes. “I’m serious, Ian. You have an instructor’s license, don’t you?”
“Sure do,” I said. “You want to take up flying lessons?”
She nodded. “And I would love to learn it from you.”
“I’m not so sure about that,” I answered. “I’m not exactly objective when it comes to you and flying is a serious business. I might have to go hard on you while teaching. For instance at some point I will have to throttle back the engine on you to simulate an engine failure and teach you how to cope with it. Are you sure that you will be able to separate Ian the flight instructor and Ian the lover?”
“That’s precisely why I’m asking you,” she said, sitting up. “I know that you can separate those two roles. Pardon my French, but I know you can kick my arse during a flying lesson and gently fuck it in the evening when we’re done.”
I had to chuckle and sat up too. “Alright, if that’s what you want, I’m game. But it will take a while. I can’t really afford to stay for days at a time, so we would have to schedule ad-hoc lessons whenever I happen to be around.”
“I’m in no hurry,” Esther said. “I don’t care if it takes a year or two. Business is booming right now, but it will still take a year or two until I could afford a plane anyway.”
“You will probably need to become a member of the local aviation club,” I told her. “Our planes all require a commercial pilot license. We would need to charter something smaller, a little Cessna or a Piper.”
“I already am a member,” she beamed at me. “In fact there is a Cessna 172 at the airport that’s all ours from 2pm to 5pm.”
“You expected me to say yes, didn’t you?” I asked her.
“There was no way you could have resisted these arguments,” Esther said with a grin and teasingly pushed her massive boobs together.
“Hm, 2pm is nearly three hours from now,” I said and gently pushed Esther on her back. “Hold that pose.”
She giggled and continued to push her tits together as I slid my hard rod in between them.
It took me a while to reacquaint myself with the cockpit of a Cessna 172. Compared to our commercial aircraft, especially the Dash-7, the instrumentation was positively spartan. But it all came back to me in time as we took off from the airport. Thankfully the recent experience of flying the Dash-7 had reacquainted me with the concept of flying at speeds well below one-hundred knots. Compared to our commercial aircraft, even the Dash-7, the single-engined Cessna was at best very pedestrian.
I used the first thirty minutes of our flight to get used to the handling of the small Cessna. I had trimmed it for level flight and I asked Esther to take the controls, asking her to fly a few gentle turns. I immediately noticed she was not a complete rookie as she used the rudder to control the yaw without me having explained that to her at all yet.
“You’re not doing that for the first time,” I noted.
Esther chuckled. “Back in the day, when I was a stewardess with Malev, the pilots sometimes let us take the controls on ferry flights with the IL-18. I guess that was their idea of trying to get into our knickers.”
“No such talk during flying lessons,” I ordered dryly. Esther looked at me with a bit of confusion on her face, but then she seemed to remember that I had warned her about being a completely different animal when slipping into my role as her flight instructor. She concentrated on the task at hand I realized that I wouldn’t have to spend much time on teaching her the basics. I guessed her former colleagues had tried really hard to get into her knickers.
But I also noted that she wore a smug grin when she realized she was doing much better than I had thought. She seemed to know what she was doing.
Well, almost. She had apparently never been shown how to recover from a stall. The yoke of a Cessna 172 didn’t need much force and I drew it back, forcing the plane into a steep climb until it stalled. Esther started screaming.
“Push the nose down to pick up speed,” I told her calmly, ready to intervene if she panicked. “Push! Push!”
Esther did as I told her and we plummeted nose first towards the ground, picking up speed.
“Now draw back, gently,” I told her. “Bring us into level flight.”
“You asshole! You scared the fuck out of me!” Esther screeched, but she did what I told her.
“Didn’t I tell you I was going hard on you?” I replied calmly. “This is flying 101. In such a small plane the wind suddenly changing from head wind to tail wind might send you into a stall. Ask Sofia about our flight to Groningen last year. You need to remember this. When the plane stalls – nose down, pick up speed.”
“Fuck!” Esther swore and I took the controls from her. I landed the plane after we had spent over two hours circling over Lake Balaton. Esther stalked out of the plane as soon as we had landed, but half-way to the FBO’s office, she did an about-face and came running back to me, hugging me tightly as she cried. I had scared the raw stuffing out of her.