The Pilots
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Chapter 37: Patti Arlington
Romantic Sex Story: Chapter 37: Patti Arlington - A chance meeting between an older gentleman pilot and an accomplished younger woman pilot triggers a relationship that starts rough builds into long-term partners. They build a remarkable business and launch it into the public domain. Their loving connections with a larger group flavors their lives through romance, polyamory, sex, family and lesbian sex, and creative lovemaking.
Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Workplace Sharing Incest Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism
Patti Arlington was small, perky, busty, cute, and outgoing – the cheerleader type. As far as she was concerned, the world was a wonderful place and she was joyful in it She was bubbly, like a glass of champagne ... She had a natural smile that could melt butter. I was nonplused because she made me think of Mindy, who had the same personality and body type and wore her hair in a similar way part of our time together.
Patti was our wedding planner. Kim, Patti, and I had come out on the patio at Acre Woods to talk about the plans and actions for our wedding. She carried a two-inch thick three-ring binder that had our names on the cover: ‘Hume – Caldwell Wedding, August 29’.
Kim gestured to Patti to start. She opened to the front of the book and I saw there a couple of dozen tabs. “Okay, I have my checklist so that nothing gets forgotten.” There was a long checklist of items, many with a checkmark in front of them. They were also color coded: pink for the bride to do, and light blue for the groom.
She said, “Okay. The venue is going to be here on this patio and the adjacent yard area. I have talked to your landscaper and he will be beefing up his work on the grass there so it’ll be more like a golf green. A tent capable of holding the whole ceremony and reception will be put up the week before the date. There’ll also be a linear tent, if I can call it that, between the portico over there and the main tent so people can get from the house to the main event without getting rained on, but we expect good weather.
“The caterer is all set, and your chef has been working with them on the menu, the place settings, table decorations. Most of that stuff that won’t spoil is in the warehouse I rent space in. What I do need from the two of you is the seating plan – eight to a table, plus five of you at the head table – the two of you, best man and matron of honor, and mother of the bride and also a matron.
“To aid in your work for the seating plan, here is a numbered guest list, and a large seating layout without any numbers on it. Just put the guest number where you want them to sit. Easy peasy.” She grinned happily, and I even believe she could predict the weather for an afternoon a month away. The weather service can’t do that.
She looked at Kim’s left hand. “Good, you have the engagement ring. Do you have wedding rings?” We shook our head. “Time to go shopping then,” Patti said. “By the way, make sure you insure those things. I can recommend an agent here in town.” She plopped down a business card for the place.
I started to make my own checklist on my cellphone.
We talked about the photographer and videographer, the two sources of music for the event – a jazz quartet for cocktails and dinner, and a band for dancing; the dance floor, the tent, ventilation, and then the fitting for the wedding dress. I would wear my tuxedo that I’d already brought to the house from my D.C. condo. We had the arrangements for the honeymoon sorted out and locked in, which eased Patti’s mind. She’d arranged for printing and mailing of the wedding invitations and that had happened a few weeks earlier. The ‘save-the-date’ emails had been sent months earlier.
She had booked a nearby restaurant named Swans for the rehearsal dinner the night before. There’d be about thirty of us there. She verified that all the rooms in the house would be occupied. She’d coordinated with Kim and my security team. Lighting had been coordinated. The minister wanted at least one session with us for pre-marital counseling. The spa had been reserved for the morning of the event for the wedding party. The groomsmen had already arranged for their tuxedos. A baker was making a monster cake and in touch with Vanessa about ingredients and such.
Patti had a catalog of gift items for the bridesmaids and groomsmen. We were to choose favors for the gift bags. We’d already waived off wedding presents. We had five houses, completely furnished, between the two of us. We didn’t need another blender or toaster.
We were to write our own vows and run them past each other. Kim needed a fitting for her dresses – the wedding dress and the dress she’d wear afterwards. The town florist was lapping her chops at the whole event. The arbor had been built and was ready to deliver. Patti gave an accounting of the money we had already given her - $150,000. To lock in everything, she’d already spent $81,000, and much of that was for the caterers. This would be one helluva party.
We had four weeks to go. I had done this once before, but that was thirty-two years ago and there were only ten of us there. I was starting to get the jitters. I hope Kim didn’t get them. I loved this woman more than life itself. I hope we were doing what was best for her. I ran the age think through my head again, and set it aside.
We’d spent an hour with Patti, and I felt well-briefed about my upcoming nuptials.
Patti closed the book. She said, “I know you’re planning on spending your honeymoon up in Maine. I have another option for you that you might want to consider, possibly as an extension to your time up north.”
Kim said, “What’s that?”
Patti lowered her voice slightly, “I have a tie-in with a very hedonistic resort on the east end of St. Croix. We’ve been doing erotic weddings and honeymoons there for the past year, but not too many, as you might expect. There’s a nude beach and the place is kind of ‘free use’ with anybody you’d choose to have along. Sun, Surf, Sand, Suds, and Sex – lots of the latter.”
Kim and I laughed and gestured around the patio and house. “We have most of that here, Patti.” She looked surprised.
While we’d been gathered around the patio table, Penny and Karolann had come out of the house, nude, and stretched out on a couple of chaises about thirty feet behind Patti. She turned and looked at the sun worshippers.
“OH!” she exclaimed. “I assume the sex part is just around the corner. If you want another partner in any of that you just have to include me. I really like you two, and would do lots of extra things to please you. I’m horny all the time, too, so I’d never say no to any offer.” She looked eager, hopeful, and I think she was praying that she didn’t just piss us off in some way.
I teased, “That’s promising and may be a tough statement to live up to around here. For starters, if you’re serious, you have way too many clothes on.”
Patti said cautiously, “Do you want me to be serious? I mean, you’re not yanking my chain and teasing me, are you? Will you guys get naked?”
Kim and I nodded our heads. I’m sure we were seeing how far we could push our darling little wedding planner.
Patti stood up and pulled the pretty top that she wore over her head, leaving her breasts shimmying in a lacy brassiere. She unhooked that and tossed it on the empty chair with her top. She looked at us to see whether we approved.
I smiled and gestured with one finger for her to continue.
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