by Jim Dalton
“If you say so. Do you fly tomorrow?”
“No.”
“Want to spend the night?”
“I shouldn’t. I need to get up early and do some serious studying. You know it won’t be long until I’m out of school. Speaking of which, this summer school stuff sucks.”
“You’ll like that—the airline job and extra time on your hands. Think I will see you when you get out of school?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“You’re going to go into the flight-training program for Global, and who knows where you’ll be based? I won’t see you at the airport anymore.”
“Will you knock it off, Heather? We’ll continue seeing each other all the time.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise.”
With that reassurance, Heather leaned over to Lucas and placed her head on his right shoulder and her right hand on the inside of his right leg. The hum of the engine and the constant, steady noise of the wind created a warm and comfortable setting in the dim evening light. Heather gently rubbed Lucas’s leg in both a soothing and stimulating way. Before long, she could feel the head of his cock against her hand. Very gently, she stroked it through his pants.
“What’s going on, Mr. Lucas? What’s on your mind?”
“I guess about the same thing you’re thinking. Your fault, you know.”
“How’s that?”
“I’m sitting here minding my own business, just cruising along, and you start playing with me.” Wonder if I could pull off the road for a quickie?
“I wasn’t playing with you.” She looked up at him. “I was just rubbing your leg.”
“Where do you think my leg is located? That’s my dick you’re rubbing.”
“Well, it wasn’t there when I started.”
“That’s a shocker. Wonder what caused that?”
“I think the little general is trying to escape. Let me help!” She unzipped his pants.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“You focus on your driving; I’ll take care of the general. I’m just trying to release him from bondage.
Heather carefully maneuvered the little general to be completely exposed, hard as a rock and held erect by Heather’s right hand.
“There. That has to feel better. Free at last. Good thing it’s dark now. Mr. Lucas, can you slide the seat back just a little?”
“I can, but I’m not sure I should.”
“Go for it, big guy.”
With the aid of his power seat, Lucas moves the seat back slightly and asked, “How’s that?”
“You tell me.” Heather bent down and put his dick into her mouth.
“What the fuck? Are you kidding me? Oh my God!” Focus on the road, Lucas said to himself.
Heather began gently moving up and down, occasionally licking the head of his dick as though it were an ice cream bar on a stick. She then returned to a slow, steady up-and-down motion, using her tongue to embrace the upper extension his cock.
Feeling Lucas’s dick in her mouth brought Heather close to a climax. As her own excitement grew, Heather began sucking the swollen head of his dick. She could feel his dick start to throb as her own heart rate quickened. Lifting her head slightly, with her right hand on the lower part of his dick to hold it in place, Heather could pull back and examine the little general up close. Gee, I’ve never really looked at a dick so closely, she thought. It really is neat. How can something that is usually just hanging around, being tucked away in underwear or a swimsuit, grow so large and hard? It’s hard, but still soft to the touch, and it has this neat little helmet with one eye. I think I love you, little general. I’m one lucky gal.
Having had a good look at the dick that had caused such pleasure in her recent past, Heather returned to the task at hand: giving Lucas a thrill to remember. Holding his dick with her right hand, she once again began to suck hard on the little general.
Lucas’s dick was almost totally consumed by Heather’s mouth, with her tongue swirling from its little helmet to its base, just above his balls. Such stimulation caused Lucas to feel a climax approaching.
“Heather, if you don’t stop I’m going to come. Oh my God. Oh, this is crazy fucking stuff we’re doing here. I think I love it. If I could get to your stuff, I’d eat you alive.”
Heather continued to suck on the head of Lucas’s dick when she climaxed without warning. Heather spread her legs and reached down with her right hand to press hard against her wet panties, trying to help contain the surge of emotional energy rushing through her body. Not losing her focus on the dick in her mouth, she continued to use her tongue to massage the head as she slowly and deliberately moved up and down.
Lucas could sense Heather’s climax, and her tongue was no match for his willpower. Out of control, Lucas also climaxed with a shock wave passing through his body. The only thing keeping Lucas from losing control of his body with each euphoric surge was his need to drive the car. Every other muscle was frozen by his electrifying discharge.
Heather could feel and taste Lucas’s eruption as his climax peaked and his dick throbbed uncontrollably. Feeling Lucas’s climax caused Heather to experience another climax herself. Still holding her wet panties, she could feel her muscles contracting as she pushed hard to contain herself.
Once they both began to regain control of themselves, Heather kissed his cock’s throbbing head before she tucked it away. She carefully zipped his pants up before patting the little general on his head.
Resting her head on Lucas’s right breast, she asked, “Do you think we can do this again sometime? If so, sometime can’t come soon enough.”
“Heather, you are one fucking surprise after another. I can’t spend the night, but I have a special night planned for you in the near future.”
“You always do.”
CHAPTER NINE
Trip to the Lake
As Lucas approached his front door a few days later, he heard the phone ringing inside. Since he seldom received calls on his home line from anyone except work or school, he automatically assumed it would be an important call and made a dash for the phone. En route to the ringing phone, he chastised himself for not having an answering machine.
Snatching the phone from the cradle, Lucas hurriedly said, “Hello? Hello? Are you there?”
After a few seconds of silence, he heard a voice say, “Hello? Lucas, is that you?”
“Yes, who is this?”
“This is Frank Morrison from Global. How are you today?”
“Oh, I’m fine, just a little out of breath. I was just coming in when I heard the phone ring. How are you?”
“I’m fine. The last time we talked, I said I would bring you back for a follow-up interview. Are you available one week from today?”
“I will make myself available. How much time should I plan on taking?”
“We’ll get a ticket for you on the early flight down, and we can get you back out that afternoon. Lucas, I’ll send you an email with the trip details. By then we should have your background check completed, and it looks like we can probably keep your original start date.”
“Fantastic! Do you need me to bring anything?”
“No, this interview is just to see whether we can fit you into that next class and the background check is routine. Although we already did one, we always do another one when considering a change in start date. Any questions for now?”
“No, I don’t think so. I’ll be looking forward to seeing your email and visiting with you next Wednesday. In the meantime, take care and I’ll see you soon.”
“Have a good week, Lucas. We’ll see you Wednesday. If anything comes up, give me a call.”
Thursday, just prior to a flight, Lucas made his way to the lobby, following his romantic thoughts. He was on a mission. As he entered the lobby he found Heather busy behind the counter. Her work had obviously captured her attention. With her distracted, Lucas was able to approach the counter unnoticed. Even just standing there, he w
as taken by her beauty, her charm, and her hair with every strand perfectly in place. Even when just working, she would be sexy and inviting to any guy who wasn’t on his death bed . . . and maybe even if he was.
Entertained by watching Heather being Heather, Lucas stood there, quietly capturing her every movement to be recalled at a later date.
Finally unable to resist the urge to steal her attention away from her work, Lucas said in a soft voice, “Heather, you’re stunning.”
She immediately swung around, got up, and leaned over the counter to give Lucas a quick kiss on the lips.
“Getting ready for tonight’s flight?”
“Actually, I’m finished with the preflight. I saw one of the mechanics on the ramp when I pulled in and wanted to ask him a question about the plane’s routine maintenance, so I didn’t come through the lobby.”
“So you weren’t trying to avoid me?”
“No way. In fact, I was thinking about our trip to Indy. I had so much fun I wanted to know if you would like to go to the lake with me this weekend. We could leave Friday night when you get off work, and come back Saturday afternoon. I am on standby Sunday, so I need to be in the area. What do you think?”
“Of course I’ll go! I would love to go.”
“Great. I’ll be back late tonight, so why don’t I give you a call in the morning and we’ll work out the details? While I’m thinking of it, Global called me yesterday and invited me back to Dallas next Wednesday. That was a welcome phone call. I was beginning to worry.”
“Lucas, you don’t have anything to worry about. You have a good flight tonight, and I’ll be waiting for your call in the morning. Every minute will seem like an hour!”
“Heather, you’re a mess, you know that?” as Lucas smiled while shaking his head back and forth in disbelief.
“I’m not a mess; I’m horny.”
“Well, you just stay that way and I’ll see if I can’t relieve you soon.”
Having established a rough plan for the weekend, they gave each other a quick kiss. Lucas disappeared through the hangar door and Heather returned to her work.
Seeing Lucas made it difficult for Heather to keep her mind on her work. She kept remembering the magic that surrounded the weekend in Indy. She wondered how this weekend could possibly measure up to Indy. Not knowing what to expect at the lake, she allowed her imagination to dominate her thoughts. The more she thought about another trip, the more she neglected her work and let the anticipation heighten her excitement.
Anxious to have a fun, relaxing weekend, Heather decided to call Autumn and ask if she might be able to come in early the next night. If she agreed, Lucas and Heather could get an earlier start. Autumn always appeared to be rather independent, but definitely friendly. Heather remembered Autumn asking about how she and Lucas were getting along. And just a few weeks ago, Heather had covered an entire shift for Autumn. Autumn never told Heather why she needed off, but Heather assumed a guy had something to do with it. Autumn was in her early thirties and active in the dating scene. A night off and a guy seemed to go together.
Heather had second thoughts about calling Autumn. After a short deliberation, Heather decided that it would be more difficult for Autumn to say no if they were face to face. Heather returned to her duties and tried to focus on her job, but was anxious about asking Autumn to cover for her.
The closer it got to the end of her shift, the more anxious she became, until she gave up trying to do anything useful altogether. Instead, she found herself rehearsing what she would say to Autumn. Autumn was as dependable as the rising sun, but seldom got to work before necessary. The clock on the wall told Heather that her shift was about to end. That meant that Autumn would pull into the parking lot any minute.
As Heather’s anxiety built, she saw Autumn pull into one of the visitor’s parking spots with two minutes to spare. Parking in the visitors’ spots was encouraged for the night shift.
Without delay, Autumn headed for the lobby with her signature cup of coffee in one hand and book in the other. After midnight, activity almost came to a halt, so reading a novel was not unusual, especially for Autumn. Had things worked out differently in school, Autumn would have been a writer. Instead, at her parents’ insistence, she majored in music. Now she worked overnight hours as a customer service rep at Gold Coast Aviation and gave music lessons to aspiring artists during her free time. When first entering school, she thought music would provide her with an outlet for her creativity, but that didn’t happen. After graduating, Autumn resorted to reading the work of others while working at a dead-end job.
Heather recalled Autumn once asking whether life would ever get better. Unfortunately, though Autumn asked the question, she seldom did anything about it. Heather wanted to learn from Autumn’s experiences. She wanted to make sure that by the time she reached thirty, she would have a firm grip on where she was going.
As Autumn approached the counter, Heather jumped to her feet and, with an enthusiastic voice, said, “Hey, Autumn; I’ve got a favor to ask of you.”
“What’s that, Heather?”
“I have a chance to go to the lake with Lucas tomorrow night and would like to get off to an early start. Think you could pick up the last four hours of my shift?”
“Lucas the pilot? What lake are you going to?”
“Yes, the State Side pilot, but I don’t know what lake; he didn’t say and I didn’t ask.”
“It doesn’t matter. I owe you from when you covered for me a month or so ago. I’ll be happy to take it. Lord knows I don’t have anything better to do. I didn’t know you and Lucas had a thing going.”
“I guess you could call it a thing. He was a tough nut to crack, but once cracked he seems to be a hot number.”
“Is that right? So you two get it on?”
“Yeah, but your look: your tone—are you interested in Lucas?”
“Heather, don’t be silly. I thought I might’ve had a chance with him once, but he made it clear that a relationship wasn’t in his future.” Hearing Heather talk this way brings out the competitive spirit in me. I don’t like hearing some other gal getting a guy that I may have a chance with.
“I know. I guess I pushed until he caved. Anyway, you were talking about the time I covered for you. I assume you had a hot date that weekend.”
“That’s right. I thought it was going to be a hot date, but it cooled off quickly.”
“So what’s the deal, Autumn?” Heather asked. “You sound down tonight.”
“I’m just tired of the same old stuff. I’m in a rut: lousy job, no excitement, no romance in my life, just one boring date after another. I already know what next year will look like. It’s depressing.”
“What will next year look like, and how do you know it?”
“Because I’m living my future. Tomorrow will look like yesterday. Day after day, they’re all the same.”
“Autumn, why don’t you put a plan together for your future?”
“I would, but I don’t know what I want it to look like. I don’t know what I want to do.”
“That’s too bad, because if you don’t know what it will look like, you won’t recognize it if you find it.”
“I know, but I wouldn’t know how to start planning a future. I just wait for tomorrow to show up and then I deal with it.”
“Start tonight. I know it’s slow around here after midnight, so rather than reading a book, I want you to sit quietly and ask yourself what will make you happy. What would cause you to want to get up in the morning? Think about this stuff and let me know what you come up with.”
“All right,” Autumn said, sounding exhausted. “It can’t hurt anything.”
Autumn and Heather bade one another farewell. Heather didn’t waste any time getting home to prepare for a romantic overnight with Lucas. Autumn, on the other hand, was stuck at work trying to define what she wanted her life to look like. What a daunting task, she thought. How many other people are in the same situation? How many are
ever successful? She’d already thought about such questions a million times, and had never been able to come to a conclusion. She thought that maybe she didn’t know what made her happy because she’d never experienced it. Heather is expecting me to do something and will want to talk about what I discovered, so I had better do something.
Heather reflected on her conversation with Autumn, and knowing that she had no right to give anyone advice on planning a future. She was in a similar situation, after all. The difference between them was that Autumn allowed her situation to get her down while Heather simply dealt with it.
The minute Heather got home, she called Lucas and left a message on his new answering machine, letting him know that she would get off work around six and asking if she should meet him at his apartment or wait for him to swing by her place.
Lucas returned from his trip and immediately went to bed without setting an alarm. He began to join the conscious world around eleven in the morning. Once awake, he lay there in bed until every ounce of energy was restored and the only logical thing to do was to get up and begin the process of creating another day.
Following his morning routine, he cleaned the apartment, did a load of laundry, and went to the grocery store. With all of his responsibilities completed, his attention turned to Heather and the weekend. At three in the afternoon he decided to call Heather to finalize their weekend plans. With a phone in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, he called Heather.
“Gold Coast Aviation, how may I help you?”
“You can start by having dinner with me tonight.”
“Lucas, I was hoping for more than dinner.”
“Apparently you missed the word start. Anyway, I’ll see what I can do about that. I got your message. Can I pick you up at your apartment? When we return, you will probably prefer not to mess with picking up your car. What do you think?”
“I agree. Come Saturday night, I’m sure I’ll prefer not to mess with it.”
“Settled, my dear. I’ll be at your place by the time you get home tonight.” I really wonder how far this relationship is going. I’m having fun now, but long term, I just don’t know.
