Chapter 26: Airport Hopping

Senftenberg wasn’t exactly a metropolis, so the range of available vehicles at the rental station was not exactly an eclectic mix of exotic sports cars. In fact we were presented with a rather measly selection of drab eco boxes and not exactly being knowledgeable about cars, I left the choice to Jack, who decided to take an Opel something-or-other.

Although we both came from the States, Jack had much more experience living in Germany, which was why I decided to take the passenger seat. He definitely knew how to navigate the Autobahn, first up to Berlin, then straight west to Hanover via Magdeburg then up to Bremen and on towards Emden. Only the last few miles were on country roads, so we made good progress, finishing the long drive in six and a half hours, arriving at around three in the afternoon.

We dropped off the rental car at the Hertz station and I made my way towards home.

My phone buzzed about fifteen minutes later.

“Jack just arrived in the office,” Ira asked, confusion in her voice. “Where are you?”

“I’m on my way home,” I answered.

“What? On foot?” Ira asked back.

“Yep,” I said. “I definitely need some more exercise.”

“You silly sod,” Ira said with a sigh. “At least call if your feet are hurting, I’ll come and get you. It’s over 5 kilometers.”

“I have a fitness problem if I can’t manage to walk that bit,” I said. “See you in the evening, lovely. Love you.”

“I love you too. Take care.”

My feet did indeed hurt a bit, but only because I had grown unaccustomed to walking longer distances and my posh pilot shoes were not the best equipment to go hiking. After resting for a while, I started to make myself useful around the house until Ira came home from the office.

When she finally did, I could hear her come in, but no greeting was forthcoming at first.

“Ian? Are you okay?” she asked carefully, still standing near the door.

“Sure,” I said calmly and continued my work, my back turned to her.

“You’re stark naked and you’re washing the dishes,” she pointed out the obvious, dropping her handbag on the sofa. “Did you break the washing machine and the dish washer all in one day?”

“Force of habit, I guess,” I replied. “I’ve been doing that three times a day for most of the last two weeks. And it sort of calms me down. Gives me time to think.”

“So Sofia made you useful around the house at last,” Ira said with a giggle and ran her hands over my bare torso.

“Mind you, I’m still completely useless at pitching or taking down a tent, but I think I have become somewhat competent in cleaning plates and cutlery.”

Ira laughed softly. “I definitely like your new fashion sense,” she said and groped my naked buttocks.

“May I propose partner look for the evening then?” I said as I pulled the plug to let the water out of the sink.

With a giggle Ira stripped down to nothing and walked off to chuck her clothes into the laundry basket. Since I had filled up most of it with the clothes from the Baltic trip and the last few days, she immediately prepared the washing machine and after a few minutes, I could hear the device starting its work.

Finally she came back, gloriously naked as well. Seeing me ogle her naked form quite shamelessly, she struck a few suggestive poses for me.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Definitely,” I said, and a certain reaction in the downstairs department vouched for the veracity of that statement.

With a grin, she sat down next to me on the sofa and we tongue-wrestled for a while. When we were done, she tapped my right knee lightly.

“Well, one thing you’re still hopeless at is cleaning up the shower after you’ve been in it,” she said with a giggle. “But at least I know you’ve been there already, which means I can do this...”

She repositioned herself on the sofa and leaned down to gulp down my raging erection. I closed my eyes and prepared for the short-lived pleasure.

For once my prediction had been correct. Even at twenty years of age I still came as quickly as during that first ever blowjob I had received from Sofia on my eighteenth birthday. Although, these days I blamed it on Ira’s excellent technique. That girl could short-circuit my brain in less than a minute.

The rest of the evening mainly consisted of naked cuddling. Ira knew I would finally stay home for a few days, so she wasn’t in a hurry to make up for lost time.

That set the general tone for the next three months. I flew the odd flight to a winter destination, because the winter season had started in early October. That meant, Lydia, Nadja and Femke would need regular transfer to competitions. As most of those were held in Europe, the Pilatus got quite a few miles put on it.