"Awwww...Jesseeeeee...Gaawwdd...presshhhusssss...." seemed
to be what came out of his mouth, but neither of them are all too
totally sure, now, of what he had actually said. But he sure felt her
strong, voluptuous mounds and long, hard nipples as she
rubbed his hand around softly and slowly. And he was outside of
himself. There she was. In his hand. Right beside him. Giving him
her loving.
        She moved his hand from breast to breast and he reveled in
feeling her silky smooth skin and firmness and, as the center of his
consciousness zoomed to his groin, it felt to him like his glan would
run out of skin to expand into. He moved his hand to feel her
heartbeats with his palm. Then she raised up her knit top and leaned
toward his face and he kissed the skin outside her heart - between her
indescribable what? Hooters? Tits? Mammaries? Boobs? Gazongas?
Just doesn't seem to be a word for her's, he says. Anyway, O yeah,
he licked, sucked, nuzzled and kissed them and her nipples
everywhere there was a nanometer of them. Nineteen, she was. Full
of life, strength and heart.
        She was feeling more desire from Kit than she had ever known,
which was raising her passion higher than she had ever felt before in
her young life. They were parked in the airport's ramp light, though,
so Kit said, "they might have a cop coming out just to check...if they
heard us come in...or a guy living here..." between breaths, "...we
shouldn't risk bein' seen here...."
        "Right. Let's go on out to the runway."
        "Vamanos," he answered, pulled her top down, gave her a quick
kiss on her lips, put on the gogs and started taxiing them out. "GOD...
darlin'...I don't know what to say..." he added, and took her hand and
started kissing that everywhere.
        "How 'bout how much you want me," she teased.
        "You already know that!"
        Well, Kit had been thinking they would be on their way. Mm hm.
Sure. They got to the runup area there at the end of the runway and he
started through his checks after he stopped the plane.
        She said, "wait a minute, pard," and pulled the park brake, pulled the
gogs back off his head, put them up, turned off the radio master,
remembering that 'Kit-rule' already, pulled the mix, which stopped the
engine, of course, then flipped the key off, then the other electrics,
taking the cockpit into darkness, then the master, which she had had
her other hand on, and the only sound besides the gyros winding down
was one of her love songs playing on the cassette player.
        "Wha...." he said softly, but kind of knowing what might be
coming, though not believing it. She put a finger to his lips, barely
being able to see them as her eyes adjusted to the dark.
        She kidded, "you don't have a candle, do you?"
        He gave a little laugh and reswitched the master on, after locating
it, and turned on the map light, giving them a soft glow.
        She continued, "Kit...I believe right now that you do love me...
worship me, even...maybe even adore me...more than anyone ever has
...and maybe ever will....And I'm feelin' I love you, Kit Cody...and right
now need to make love with you very...very..." as she began kissing him,
"very..." and sucked his lips again, "...much..." her voice sounding just
magical to him. "And I'm remembering when I stood at your truck door
when you and Mom were breaking up and I cried my bottom and soul
out while you sat in your truck...and just wanted you to hold me and tell
me things, but you just sat there silent. And I thought...over all these
years...that you wanted to hold me too, but were waiting for my word to,"
and he was nodding, "because I really was your princess...."
        He whispered a "yes" as his eyes welled up.
        "Just like I am now...." she whispered back.
        "Yes..." he whispered again, and she kissed his tears.
        "And I always thought about our Easter morning in bed...and now
...now, Mister Cody...I'm plenty old enough...and no virgin...and sorry
I'm not...."
        "O, Jess...."
        "Shhh..." returning her finger to his lips as she looked in his amazed
eyes. And she unfastened his harness, and asked him to move his seat
back, which he did, then she moved from her seat onto his lap, facing
him, pulled up her peach knit top over her breasts and put both of his
hands back on those mounds of Heaven. Mammaryland. Hooterville.
Tittycaca. Breastarama. And together they caressed her. He could have
died right then a completely accomplished and happy man, he
remembered thinking, if that is what you could call what his brain was
doing.
        "You know..." she went on, because he still had not made a sound
in answer, except a very quiet "God" or something, "it's no picnic being a
young beautiful woman in this world. But you got me out of there...you
helped me escape from all the sexual pressure at home...and give me no
pressure at all, darlin'. So, thank you."
        "You're...welcome..." he managed.
        And she really did love how he made her feel. Absolutely cherished,
she tells. And there aren't words. We just know it or we don't. And try to
emulate with quantity.
        Well, she wanted to get more naked. And not a soul will ever
wonder how Kit had felt about that. She talked, as they kissed, about
how love - and a lot of theirs - was going to win this thing that they were
embarking upon, and that they were meant to love each other and their
time had come, there in Summersville West Heck Virginia, inside of
Juliet. She unbuckled her thin 'gold' belt and opened up her jeans, then
unbuckled and opened him up as she felt him fondling her chest, then
she said softly, with more passion than she had ever felt in her life until
then, "welcome home, Kit..." and rubbed her genitalia against his.
        She gave him her, by God. Her courage. Her eroticism. Her self.
Her soul. Her body, good Lord, her body. She was so happy giving him
such pleasure that she knew it was good, like God had known on
Creation Day. She knew that because women, after all, are women.
And she felt like she was loving love itself as she moved her hands
and lips with his all over their skin, and then slid herself down on
him.
        "Will you love me forever, Kit?" she whispered as their ecstasy
rose.
        "Forever and back through infinity, Jess," he whispered back.
And, yeah, sure, guys say just about anything in those moments. But
he says he had never said that before, or had even ever thunk it; and
still relates that he did dam mean every word. God, words.
       They both reached pinnacles of passion that neither of them had
ever experienced before. And they pledged their hearts, and their souls,
and their spirits to each other as they melted into each other's arms,
laps, kisses, touches, movements and glans.
       After calming down some afterward, she quietly said, "Ooooo...
darlin'...we really...were...meant to love each other...."
        "Mmmmm...Jessss," he moaned back.
        "No kidding..." she added as she wriggled a little with another
quiver, "I have never felt like...this, Kit...." Well, of course, women
are trained, or at least coached, to say things like that. But she says
she had meant every word too. And they made more noises of bliss
and pleasure as they kissed and touched some more.
        "Well, I was easy, hm?" she let out with a big exhale of serene
satisfaction. "Are you still going to want me as much now?"
        "God..." he left that at, but then added, "but I feel like I let you
down....A man your age would still be going at it...."
        She gave him a gentle poke in the ribs and said, "a boy my age
wouldn't be so...sweet...and loving...or so interested in my...spirit.
You haven't let me down one feeling....Aw, darlin'..." and hugged
and kissed him as she flexed her genital muscles around his softer
organ. (They told me to put it all in. I sware.)
        Well, they petted on and kissed and held each other there
awhile more, talking quietly and listening to the approaching thunder
of the frontal storms, then got their clothes all back right and Juliet
restarted and warming up.
        Jess turned her tape over and he got them back in the air. Zip,
zap, zoom. Goggles on, he leveled them off at about 4o to 6o feet
above the terrain, flying along or around the tops of the hills, which
began to rise up the Western slope of the Appalachians. The overcast
was rising, too, as they tooled away from the front. She could hardly
see anything outside at all, just an occasional light in the distance, but
helped him with Pute and the GPS's, shielding the micro-flashlight
from the gogs, and massaged his neck, shoulders and head gently,
and touched him through his jeans a little as she sang along with her
tape. He began singing along some, too, with her chorus lyrics he
was beginning to learn.
        "You have a good voice there, darlin'," she mentioned.
        "Not too bad for a frog in heat, huh?" he answered as he kept
his eyes out front. And he negotiated the mountain valleys and
passes, sometimes just a few fathoms below the overcast or above
the fog in the valleys. Time passed fast as they sang more and more
together; and darn soon enough he flew them right over Monticello,
then down to Charlottesville's airport out North of town, deserted at
that hour of night. Then guess what?
        Yep. They did it again. Pretty much the same way, too. And
Kit figured it would even keep them under overcast all the way to
D.C., which couldn't hurt, plus confuse the time frame if there was
any surveil on them. But excuses or reasons were furthest from his
mind. And they even called upon Tom Jefferson's ole spirit to join
their cause.
        After that round of orgasms, they turned all the lights back on
and she took them off. They headed out and up and Northeast to
Washington, turning on Otto enough for more kisses and touches
and go figure, but soon had to watch the traffic and their approach
into College Park. She pretty much did all the landing, taxi in and
shut down, knocking his socks a little more off. They got their stuff
together, curtained and locked Julie, walked to the office, which
was open all night, ordered petrol and tiedown and Jeep, drove
downtown and got two adjoining rooms at the Hyatt, posing as
uncle and niece.
 
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