Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 34: Training Methods
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 34: Training Methods - 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 Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Oral Sex Nudism
“The last one has just departed from Zweibrücken,” I told Sofia while tiredly rubbing my eyes, putting the telephone receiver down.
I looked at the clock – it was 4:50am. The plane from Zweibrücken would cut it close to be back in Nuremberg for the 7am flight to Vienna, but seriously, even if we had one delayed departure, it would be an excellent result after such a day of chaos. Jack and his crack team of ferry pilots had worked a miracle, especially since some of them had already been ready to retire for the night when we had alerted them at 10:30pm the night before.
“I think we did a good job Sofia,” I told her with an exhausted smile. “And you did your best to keep me awake.”
“Oh, you mean those?” she asked, pointing at her bare breasts. I nodded.
“That was a test run,” she told me with a giggle. “I think you’ll see more of them when the temperatures go up again.”
“Seriously, you want to come to the office naked?” I asked, yawning.
“Why not?” she asked while unfolding the couch, so we could crash for what was left of the night. “Bea, Fred and Jack are used to it, as we live in the same house and Ira won’t mind. If anything, she might actually join in.”
“Well, Jack’s team was certainly motivated,” I agreed with a chuckle. “I didn’t hear a single complaint despite the late-night clarion call.”
“Get the blankets and the pillows from the cabinet, time’s running short,” Sofia reminded me.
I woke up with a groan. The couch in Fred’s office was okay as an emergency measure when it was too late to go home, but it was definitely not a very comfortable option. I looked at the clock and saw it was 9:30am. Four and a half hours wasn’t much, but definitely better than no sleep at all.
I let go of Sofia’s breast which I had been cupping while spooning her from behind. I heard Ira giggle behind me and sat up. She was the only one in the office.
“Morning, honey,” I said rubbing my eyes. “Where are the others?”
“Morning, sleepyhead. They took their laptops to the meeting room. There was a debriefing with Air Berlin in the morning and they didn’t want to wake the two of you. Fred will fill you in.”
There wasn’t much to fill in. The whole operation had been a success. As I had suspected, the 7am flight to Vienna took off with a delay of 30 minutes, and a few planes had to be manned by replacement crews, but Fred assured me that this wasn’t going to create problems down the line. We would probably have to expect a few more delays over the next two or three days, but not caused by ourselves. It would be instances of one of our planes having to wait for connecting passengers from delayed Air Berlin planes.
Our franchise partner with their much bigger operation would need a day or two until all their planes would be back where they were supposed to be. With the debrief done, Fred more or less threw me out, telling me to go home and get some more sleep. At this time of year, such adverse weather could happen again and everyone was needed in good shape.
The adverse weather did not return, in fact everything went absolutely swimmingly, allowing me to concentrate on the things that mattered, namely keeping Ira, Sofia and Esther happy, as well as clocking a lot of flying hours while whizzing about all over the continent with Mark and his athlete ladies. It was their last season competing in the summer, and with the Olympic Games coming up at the end of it, they were all over the place.
The only change in pace came at the end of June when I had the task of flying Mark and Nadja to the Nürburgring for her debut at the famous 24-hour race on the same track she had been testing at earlier this year.
Unsurprisingly, Ira tagged along as well and, unlike me, she would actually stay with them, while I made a quick turnaround and returned to Emden after delivering them to the small airfield we had used earlier in the year too.
I was fairly convinced that Ira’s staying with them was not entirely down to her new-found interest in car racing. For starters, Nadja was the only person she could speak in Russian with, so those two always got along well. Secondly, with Nadja in the race and Mark not being accompanied by any of his other ladies, I was convinced that she would try to approach him for a light spot of sexual experimentation.
I had pondered giving Mark advance notice that this might happen, but in the end I decided against it. First of all, I would have looked a right ol’ Berk if she would then not do it, and secondly, they were two adults and didn’t need me meddling in their respective affairs. And besides, I had my own affairs to deal with.
Upon my return to Emden, Sofia reminded me that it had been a while since I had spent time with her, so I invited her to our place for Saturday and Sunday, the two days on which the race happened.
Needless to say, the expected SMS came on Saturday morning, Ira asking me if I was okay with it if she spent the night with Mark. I gave her the same answer as two months ago in Regina’s guest house. Of course I was okay with it. Considering that Sofia would come round any minute, and not for playing scrabble either, I would have been a weapons-grade hypocrite, had I decided any other way.
The scene was all too familiar. Sofia came in, in fact she had her own key, and the first thing she did was getting rid of her clothes. Sofia keeping her clothes on in our place or her own was about as likely as the pope announcing his upcoming nuptials. And who was I to talk anyway? I was stark naked myself.
It was an absolute scorcher outside, so it definitely came in handy that our home had air-conditioning. That was not necessarily common for private homes in Germany.
Sofia gave me a quick kiss as a way of greeting and then looked around. I prepared myself for the incoming scolding.
“Ira leaves you alone for three days and you haven’t even washed the dishes. I bet you’ve also only eaten what can be thrown together in 5 minutes.”
“There’s nothing wrong with scrambled eggs and bacon,” I defended myself.
“And the other two days?” she asked
“As I said, there’s nothing wrong with scrambled eggs and bacon,” I repeated dryly.
“Oh my,” she groaned theatrically. “Time you eat something proper for a change. I just hope you have something else in the house, not just eggs and bacon.”
“Well, eggs and bacon are probably the only things I don’t have in the house any more. I’m sure you’ll find something. Ira normally comes home with half the supermarket in the boot.”
Sofia didn’t waste any time. I had almost forgotten that she had been our housemaid for years back in the states. Her instincts kicked in and she started to clean up the mess I had made. I was fairly useless around the house.
After our visit to Prerow, where Sofia had taught me how to clean dishes properly, I had actually done it for a while at home, despite the fact we had a dishwasher. That was however until Ira served me a verbal cease-and-desist note, because I kept putting dishes into the wrong cupboards, destroying her precious order in the kitchen.
Of course, loading and starting the dishwasher was nothing Sofia needed much time for. Within half an hour the kitchen looked as if we had just bought it. Only the slight working noises from the dishwasher gave an indication that it had been used before.
Once ready, Sofia raided our freezer and took out what she needed. I could see I would be treated to Goulash with red cabbage. I just hoped that Sofia still remembered that I can’t cope with hot food, else I would soon breathe fire and whistle Mozart’s requiem on the bog the next day.
“It has to thaw a bit,” she said. “That means we have a little time. Off to the basement with you.”
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