Leaving on a Jetplane
Copyright© 2024 by The Horse With No Name
Chapter 35: Job Hopping
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 35: Job Hopping - 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
“Hi Ian.”
Lydia smiled at me from the screen after I finally had managed to establish the connection. Sofia had written down every step for me – a checklist so to speak – but I still needed two attempts. Outside of an aeroplane cockpit I could be a right ol’ Luddite sometimes.
“Hi,” I said. “You know what? I don’t think you need that bra. And perhaps you should lock whatever room you are in.”
I saw her momentary astonishment about my matter-of-fact tone, but then I heard her giggle excitedly.
“You like me au naturel, don’t you,” she said with a smile and winked at me. The open-cupped bra was gone and except for her running shoes Lydia was completely naked, as was I.
We both hopped on our respective treadmills and started jogging, with her of course being much faster than I.
“Tell me something about yourself,” I said as we started running.
The things you learn about a friend’s girlfriend when you’re running naked on treadmills together, even when you’re separated by two continents. Lydia had taken my demand to be told something about herself literally.
I now knew that she had gotten herself knocked up at the same age little Jenny was now, and that Mark was actually her son. The shock about that revelation was surprisingly short-lived. When I asked her why she was telling me such a secret, she informed me that Mark had professed the same secret to Ira last night.
Personally I found the thought of a son and his mother being madly in love with each other somewhat strange, but that put some important pieces into place. Bea, our accounting expert and Lydia’s younger sister, was only seven year’s older than Mark, but I had wondered for some time why Mark had always acted so deferential towards her. Lydia explained it to me. It had actually been Mark’s great grandmother Aurelia and his aunt Bea who had raised him, because she had always been away for training and competition, so in a way he considered Bea his mother figure, not Lydia. Now that weird dynamic between them started to make sense.
But the really interesting topics came later. Her beautiful and unusually youthful looks were just pure luck in the genetic lottery, she had told me as much in the past, but this time she admitted how proud she was of the fact, even if it was not an actual achievement she had had any influence on. That, she explained, was the reason behind her exhibitionist streak. She was proud of her body and wanted others to see it. Well, I certainly wasn’t going to complain.
What really surprised me was how openly she spoke about the most intimate topics. Well, first of all I was surprised she could talk all the time in the first place. I merely managed some short sentences and had felt the onset of a side-stitch more than once, meanwhile Lydia happily chatted away while running a whole lot faster than I. It reminded me that, although much faster running than I, she was going nowhere near her full pace.
I learned that Lydia liked to be blindfolded, not necessarily for the sex only. It was a strange fetish, but not unheard of. Sofia had blindfolded herself too a couple of times in the past. And I, as I understood it, would be looking forward to a very entertaining show at the end of this run. Unfortunately I had to take a rain check on that, because right after this exercise I would have to make a beeline for the showers and hot-foot it to the airport, because my better half, Mark and Nadja would be waiting for me to pick them up at six in the evening.
We finished our run and agreed that from now on Ira would mostly be doing the motivational part of my training schedule, but time permitting, we would meet each other in person or remotely once a week so that Lydia could keep track of my progress.
Well, with that kind of motivation on offer I would soon be the fittest pilot in all of Germany.
Despite having waited until the last minute, in order not to cut short my very entertaining encounter with Lydia, I still arrived at the little airfield near the Nürburgring before my passengers did. Nadja and her team had won their class, and finished 6th overall, so they probably had had to do some media rounds too.
They finally arrived at half past six. Apparently Mark and his ladies had a standing agreement that any major achievement would be rewarded by getting double-teamed, and being available, Mark asked me to help him with that. Of course I asked Ira if she was okay with it, but she had merely reminded me whom she had been with last night.
Well, who was I to complain? But for the moment I had to get that out of my head and concentrate on flying the plane. Single-pilot operations were busy enough, and I didn’t need to make things harder for myself by being distracted.
The flight was relatively uneventful. The weather was fine and traffic on a Sunday was always a bit lower than on weekdays. The only real challenge was the landing, because we were flying into an airfield I had never landed at before. Flugplatz Welzow-Spremberg was a small uncontrolled airfield, but it had a paved runway and the big advantage of being less than twenty kilometres from their home town.
Landings at uncontrolled airfields were always a tricky business as you had to rely on the fact that every pilot followed proper protocol, and weekends were the time when hobby pilots stationed at those small airfields usually took their little Cessnas and Pipers out for a spin. In that regard we were lucky. There was only one other active plane on the traffic frequency, and by the time I had flown the traffic pattern, its pilot had already landed.
I landed the Pilatus without problems and tied the plane down for the night. Regina was already waiting for us with that large Ford Granada of theirs. It was already ten years old, but it certainly didn’t show its age. Mark and his ladies had obviously taken good care of it. The rear passenger seats were almost ridiculously comfy. I had sat on sofas which couldn’t rival this level of comfort. In a way it was also a connection to my past. Mark had bought it off my late dad’s company back in 1993.
After a ride that was much shorter than the usual drive from Dresden airport, we arrived at Mark an Lydia’s new home. They had finished it two months ago and it certainly stood out. One didn’t see too many new homes built from red bricks any more. According to Lydia, it had been built to look like her late grandfather’s house, at least on the outside.
The inside – well that was a different matter. It didn’t take an expert to see that this was the home of people who were not exactly living in penury. It wasn’t ostentatious by any stretch of the imagination, but those pieces of furniture had definitely not come from IKEA.
The whole very tasteful ensemble was somewhat disturbed by a large mattress that seemed to be lying around randomly on the floor, but considering what was planned, it didn’t take a soothsayer to guess what its purpose was. Apparently getting rid of one’s clothing was the first order of the day. Mark and I looked at each other, shrugged, and did the same.
With so many beautiful and very naked women around, Mark and I wore visible manifestations of our excitement almost instantly, much to the amusement of the ladies. Nadja, the hero of the day, disappeared into the bathroom to prepare herself for the upcoming victory romp.
After exchanging a look with Ira, receiving a smiling nod, Regina knelt down in front of me and before I knew what hit me, she had my best piece in her mouth – the entire length of it. I was not as well endowed as Mark, but everyone kept telling me I was not exactly small either, so I was quite surprised to see that Regina was able to swallow the whole length of it.
Out of the corner of my eye I could see Ira was doing the same with Mark and although somewhat distracted and feeling a little heady from Regina’s excellent technique, I could see that Ira was taking in his impressive organ quite deeply too. Apparently there had been some practising going on at the Nürburgring hotel.