As they - she - made a turn to the East for D.C., Kit discovered
that he had forgotten the cowl flaps, and told her, but also explained
that there had been no damage done, thanking luck it was a very cool
late afternoon and that they had leveled off already, and telling her how
a pilot has to stay ahead of the airplane, and he had not, as he adjusted
the cabin heat.
        "When did you get fallible?" she smiled.
        "I guess back there on the taxiway," and he had a short laugh as he
checked around for traffic.
        "Well, I guess we shouldn't have been kissing..." she teased.
        "No. Kissing is good. Kissing is very good, especially in cockpits,"
and smiled over to her as they flew on over Mount Washington as she
turned off the fuel pump and landing lights with his tutoring. Then she
asked if the plane had a tape deck. "Needs one, huh?" he answered.
        "I brought a player...and some of my tapes. You wanta hear 'm?"
        "Hey. You've got flyin' to learn here, young lady," Kit kidded and
took over on the controls as she got her player and a tape out of her
bag in back, put the tape in and turned the player on, then put it in the
space between their hips. He turned the radio all the way down, then
took off his jacket and put it in back as she took the controls back and
flew them toward the dark of night and the scary weather, then she took
her jacket off and put it in back.
        "This is so much fun, Kit! God, I love it! Love it!...LOVE it!"
she joyed as her first song played.
        "Better than sex is the old saying," he smiled.
        "O...I don't think so. Sorry," she grinned over.
        "Wo!"
        "But it's close, huh?" giving him a wink and twinkle.
        "Maybe...I guess it's just been too long for me," he chuckled.
        "Well...I bet you can remember how...."
        "O yeah," and grinned back, tremendously impressed with her
tape as well as her. "Well, sugardimples...I hate changin' this subject,
but we have some hard weather in our way and we'll be taking it down
to the deck to give them more to figure out," he said as he reached into
his case in back.
        "Aw...I was hoping we could put on the autopilot...is there one?"
        "Yep. And you're right on time," and instructed her how. "Now
..." opening up the chart he had gotten out, "we have to see where to
land, check the weather and set the GPS's."
        "Jeez...I thought you'd want to kiss me some more."
        That's all he needed. He turned to her and they melded together
again, lips on lips. He cut it a little short, though, out of duty only,
saying, "I also want to get us there safe...and listen to you," gesturing
toward the tape player. "You are ready, precious...is that all your
music and lyrics?"
        "Yep," she beamed.
        "Hot darn! You're a genius! It's...awesome, beautiful. Actually,
I do want to kiss you some more...a lot more....But, if I start, it'll be
awfully hard to stop. And we really do have to do this other stuff....
Trust me."
        "Aw. Just one more?" tantalizing him with a look that suggested
more than just a kiss.
        "You're kidding....Don't kid me," he smiled and leaned back over
and their lips met again, and his hand went to her waist. She opened
her mouth and opened his with her tongue, then beckoned his tongue
with her's into her mouth, then sucked on his, then put a hand on his
leg, real close to the, uh, top. He felt all that for some seconds, then
stopped and said, "God, Jess! We've got to get there..." breathing a
little harder, though what she had not realized was that he had lived at
7 to 1o,ooo feet for years; the lungs grow larger. Otherwise, he might
have been panting.
        "OK...I'm with ya, skippy," she relented.
        He kissed her once more, then brought Pute and the GPS's up
front, put in the East U.S. airport software, punched some keys and
looked for the places among the spaces. She leaned over, put her arm
over his shoulders and watched, her cheek against his, her breast
rubbing his arm, her hand still on his leg. It was very tough going for
Mister Kitster. He didn't want to move that arm, but had to plug Pute
into the radio stack for the weather pictorial. She moved with him,
though, seeing that his arm got out to her nipple and back. Aw God.
It's sure something to write about, I know. But they wanted it in.
        Anyway, Kit decided on airports, explaining each step to her
and his presumptions about FAA and NRO abilities, then plugged the
numbers and letters into the GPS's, got the course to fly and showed
her how to make the turn with Otto.
        She told him how impressed she was with his knowledge and
ability, and he complimented her back on her's, especially with her
music. Then she touched his far cheek, turned his head to her's and
kissed him again. She rubbed her tongue on his all around inside his
mouth, and rubbed her hard right nipple, just under her peach knits,
softly against his arm. He whispered he didn't want to stop - did not
want to stop at all - but they had to stay with the flight. Or be meat.
        "Sorry, darlin'," she said as they both started a little cool-down,
but kept touching, and she turned her tape over for side two.
        "God, you're sure a sexy girl."
        She told him, "well, I'm real attracted to you, in case you
haven't noticed...or didn't remember. And I have something to tell
you...later."
        "Uh oh. Another mystery?" wondering what the heck now.
        "Verily," smiling at copying his words again.
        He looked, yeah, kind of "gaga" into her face, so close, and
said, "I never expected...this, Jess...never...honest...."
        "You fantasized loving me, didn't you?"
        "Well, yeah...plenty. Real plenty," getting a conditioned thought
that maybe he should be embarrassed or even ashamed, but wasn't,
and added, "but...I never expected it to happen...God, the map, Jess
...."
        They got back to the chart. They were headed a little Southeast
to go around a restricted area and were coming up on Portsmouth,
and decided on landing at Summersville, East of Charleston. It would
be after dark and, most hopefully, deserted of living souls. Then they
would stay on the deck through the mountains, land at Charlottesville,
then go on to D.C.
        "Won't that be real risky through the mountains like that?" she
wondered, a little concerned.
        He reached into the back and pulled up the goggles, explaining,
"night vision goggles."
        "Wow!" she responded, "you are serious. I am impressed, Cody
....Way."
        "I wouldn't totally risk your well-being," he kidded. "Naw,
princess," his tone changed, "I won't risk it at all, I want 'cha to know
that. I've already used them this morning and before. We'll have to get
you a pair. Check this out..." and put them on her and listened to her
wows.
        They reached dark and rain at about the same time and he
showed her the light switches, then they had to divert around a storm
before Charleston, Pute giving them an accurate picture. Her tape
ended and she grabbed another, asking him if he minded if she put it
in. He chuckled in amazement at her humility.
        "What's that? Performer's paranoia?" he smiled.
        "Do you really like it?"
        "Like it?! I cherish it, maj. It's the best stuff I've heard since...
Mitchell. Maybe I might be a little biased, but I think it's great! For
reals."
        "You're so sweet. But, yeah, you're bi-assed," she snickered.
"Joni, huh? Guess I'm in pretty good company, then. I'm a lot more
country than her, though....You really think she'll be an Exec?!"
        "No idea, darlin'...no idea...anyway, we're about to land. We'll
do it without the gogs, so you can get the feel of a regular night
landing," and showed her their flight track on the GPS's, then where
the airport was. They had some hills to get around because of their
altitude - around 1,5oo feet - because of the overcast. Luckily enough,
they had passed the front a little way back.
        "All right, Jess...autopilot off." She turned Otto off, probably the
first case of her turning off any male-gender-named thing. "Now,
come back a little on power to lose speed, but keep the altitude, so
pull back easy on the yoke, trim it up and watch the altimeter, vertical
speed and gyro horizon," pointing to the instruments. And dang if he
wasn't still surprised at her quickness. She was actually doing it with
little need for his help, well, besides his knowing what to do. He told
her how well she was doing, then, "let's head about zero five zero on
the directional gyro," pointing that out and helping her fly a bit. "And
watch your engine temps," giving her the whole list and telling her
how to open the cowl flaps.
        "Why do you call them cow flaps?" and chuckled.
        "Cowl, darlin'..." he smiled.
        "O...."
        The hills passed by and the airport's beacon came into view.
"There it is, Jess. Get the fuel pump and we'll wait on the landing
lights...and turn off the strobe to attract as little attention as we can.
Uh, this isn't a regular night landing."
        "I figured that," she laughed as she got the pump and kept up
her good flying, loving it with a passion let loose for the first time.
        "Nice going, beautiful...a few more seconds and we'll want to
turn right to about one one zero which'll line us up on downwind...
go ahead and pull power to about 16 inches," pointing to manifold
pressure, "we want to go down a couple hundred feet." She did as
she flew and he was again way impressed, still searching for how
much she could handle. "Doin' super, sugar...trim up the elevator
now...." She rolled the little wheel on the console between them,
first the wrong way, then right, feeling the pressure come out of the
yoke as she did.
        Her silence told him that she was really concentrating hard and
he kidded her that flight crews must communicate, then told her to
relax and let go of the controls for a few seconds. She did that and
Juliet flew on just fine, Jess getting the point.
        "This sure is fun, skipper," she smiled.
        "There ya go, Jess....OK, we're ready to turn." She executed
that well. "Great, now come in with just a little power and level off
and hold the altitude...excellent, excellency...trim that up and let's put
the gear down." She trimmed, then moved the gear lever and, within
seconds, they felt the thunks and saw the three green lights he pointed
to. "OK, turn left 9o degrees...good...watch your speed, we want
about 75 knots..." pointing to the airspeed indicator, "and put in ten
degrees flaps..." and he continued talking her all the way down to
the landing, which she made darn near entirely on her own, then on
through the rollout. "Well, I've never seen anyone do half as well on
their first try...well, except Josh. You're phenomenally...incredible,
kid."
        "It's really kinda easy, isn't it? I mean...sorta...." She was
feeling pretty confident as they turned onto the taxiway at the end of
the runway.
        "O, yeah, it's pretty easy. Except for all the stuff you've got to
know, and hairy weather, and mechanical failure, or mistakes and
other stuff," he answered, raising his brow and smiling at her as he
chuckled.
        "You teach real well. I guess that's why it seems easy, huh?
You used to teach, though, didn't 'cha? Am I remembering right
about you mentioning that to me and Ginny one day?"
        "You remember perfectly...I think. But I sure never taught
anyone as good or as fast as you. You won't get cocky on me now,
though, will ya?"
        "I don't know, maybe I better check," and suppressed a little
giggle, then added, "but, really, sweetheart, thank you for the
compliments. I guess it's just beginner's luck, or the great teaching,
or cuz I love it so much. You know how that is, I bet."
        "Yeah, I do. Well, then it's about time you got the chance,
huh?"
        "Sure am, Quixote. And I sure thank ye mighty," and they
rolled onto the ramp and stopped. He asked her to shut off all the
lights. So she did. The airport was deserted, as hoped, and they
could take off downwind to avoid town (the way they had come
in), he was telling her.
        "All right," he said, "goggles on me," and put them on. "I'll
have to fly this leg, but you can help me with stuff, if you want."
        "Wait just a minute there, Buck Rogers," taking the gogs
back off his head and putting them on the small "dashboard"
above the panel, then adding, "yeah, I'll help you with stuff...."
        She unfastened her harness, put the tape player in back,
leaned over and kissed him. Actually, she was slowly licking and
sucking on his lips. Then she drew back, smiled into his close face
and took his right hand in her's, then on up inside her knit top to
her bare breasts, so supple and full that his only remote reference
was Kate, a long past lover. His jaw-dropped, open-mouthed face
registered in at 'died-and-done-went-to-Paradise'. "Gagacacalala,"
Jess always puts it.

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