Recovery Number 3 in STOPWATCH
Copyright© 2012 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 5: Fly by Day
Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 5: Fly by Day - The Watch and the children of David, Wendy, Rachael and Kimberley
Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft ft/ft Consensual BiSexual Heterosexual Science Fiction Time Travel Extra Sensory Perception Paranormal Spanking Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Harem First Safe Sex Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Voyeurism
When we got to the field, it was literally covered with planes, some experimental, some private, all military. There was at least oneTaylor, Cub, AT-6 Texan, T-28 Trainer, Mustang, F6F, F8F, F4U, T-37. The wives were in heaven ... the 12 year old kids were jumping up and down ... Seven just stood and gawked.
There was a bunch standing, admiring the gathering of past and present warbirds.
"What's up?" I pointed at the planes.
"Training," one retired looking guy said.
"For who?"
"Four girls." Retired, he might be, but he was in great shape.
"There's got to be more to it than that."
"Yeah. Most of us are here for an awards presentation, some idiot got his ass shot down over Laos a few years back. Special Forces rescued him. Same guy donated a bunch of B-25's to the Air Guard and an Italian Fiat G-55 Fighter to the Smith. You wouldn't happen to know him?" He had that dead stare that too much action gives a guy.
"Nope."
"You sure? You look pretty familiar."
"Couldn't be me. I wasn't ever in Laos. Hell, I wasn't ever in Southeast Asia"
"They said you'd say that."
Just about that time I was surrounded, grabbed, and hustled into a hangar. There was a platform all decorated with red, white and blue bunting, like you'd see at a Fourth of July parade.
Guys in suits were mixed in with Generals in uniforms on the platform. About 250 other uniforms were milling around below the stand. Everyone of them were pilots or aircrew.
"Attention on Deck!" "Attention to Orders!"
In seconds the rabble turned into two blocks of men with a lane between.
"You gonna walk or do we have to carry you?"
"I'll walk ... you got the wrong guy, but I'll walk."
CIA Star with Cluster, JFK Presidential Citation, Civilian Combat Star, Friend of the Corps, Benefactor of the Airforce Reserve, Benefactor of the Air National Guard, Survivor of The Bay of Pigs. Then came the award I'll always treasure; a sterling silver oil can with the original arrow stuck through it mounted on a knotty pine board. 'The Lucky Shot Award for the best May Day Excuse Ever.' Helicopter pilots would call it 'The Golden BB Award.'