Can one air force pilot fulfill a woman’s dreams of doing it while a mile high?
Kalinda Malone had often considered herself a reserved woman. With average height and weight, long brown hair that was always up in a professional twist and honey brown eyes that sometimes smiled with mischief when a gorgeous man in uniform walked by. Her job of as a human-resource manager had never required her to leave her small office cubical. Yet this week, she had been required to fly on a private jet to a small airport just outside an air force base to conduct an employee analysis of a branch of the company she worked for. Her boss told her to enjoy the time away, and she planned to, with several books down loaded to her e-reader. What she had not counted on was the way her body reacted the minute a very attractive tall man in full uniform boarded the plan with stride and purpose. His short dark hair, cut in a military fashion, and eyes that reminded her of liquid dark chocolate instantly did things to her body that did not have a right doing, at least not on the private jet. He set about putting his small military carry-on bag in the overhead and cast a glance her way.
He sat down across from her after asking if she minded. She shook her head no with a nervous twitter in her belly, and as soon as he sat down, she took a quick look around the few seats on the plane that faced each other and realized they were the only two on the plane.
When he looked over to her and smiled, she felt her breath hitch, and her palms sweat. It had been a while since she had sat in this close of a vicinity to a man who caused such a stir within her. Work had been crazy busy lately and her social dating life had decided to withhold until better prospects did to her exactly what this man is doing to her body now.
She squirmed in her black skirt and readjusted her black blazer. Before boarding the plane, the warm air outside had her leaving her pantyhose, still new in the package, in her carryon bag. Her white silk blouse under her blazer raised up a bit under the blazer, and she pulled at the material to readjust it, so she looked less rumpled.
When she finally let herself take a peek back at his face, she realized he had been watching her every move with a smile upon his face that showed amusement.
His deep voice matched his angular jaw as he spoke as a courtesy. “Allow me to introduce myself. Mike Sanchez. And you are?” He seemed polite and sincere in his asking yet her heart was beating fast while her eyes stared at his nametag on his uniform wishing her fingers were tracing his name on his chest. She heard him clear his throat, and she looked into his dark eyes and cracked a smile.
In just a whisper of a voice, she replied. “Kalinda Malone.”
He smiled and then looked around the plane and back to her. “Looks like this private jet ride is all ours alone to enjoy.” His eyes twinkled while looking at her then they began to trail her body up and down as a smile increased across his face. “I couldn’t have asked for a more attractive company for this flight.”
She nervously looked around and realized that they were the only ones on the plane, and the two pilots were in the cockpit looking busy while the sounds of the plane’s engines began to warm up. Then she watched him get up and turn to her and told her he would be right back. She looked around for a stewardess or attendant and realized that this private jet only had two pilots, herself and one very attractively built man in uniform. This far conceded all the fantasy’s she had of joining the mile high club. This was moment straight out of her last self-induced orgasm that included a man in uniform, a plush private plan and just the two of them. She decided she needed to pinch herself to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
The sound of her loud ‘ouch’ caught his attention, and he turned back to her from talking with the pilots. He closed the door to the cockpit and then proceeded to walk towards her in such a manly swagger that the heat between her legs had officially soaked her black cotton panties.
When he finally stood above her with his hands outstretched above him to the side of the plane and his gaze looking down, she realized how tall and strong he was compared to her. She also found herself rather curios about how large he might be, so she let her gaze wander between his legs and caught herself licking her lips.
“Are you alright?” He must have heard her say ouch.
“Yes. Uhm. I guess something in my seat pinched me on my leg.” She squirmed a bit as he bent down on his knees and let his hand roam up her leg looking for a red mark from a pinch. Which he was not going to find any; however, the way his strong muscular hands felt on her legs caused a soft moan to escape her lips without reserve. She felt all loss of self-control with the way her body was reacting to him not only in the vicinity of her but with his touch, his voice, his looks. This was better than any orgasmic dream she could conjure up herself.
“I don’t see any pinch. You have very soft skin.” His voice teased. Then he sat back down across from her and suggested she buckle up.
The plane started down the runway, and she decided to let her attention gaze out the window so that her nerves may settle down a bit from the man sitting across from her. As soon as they gained altitude and was in the sky flying level, she let her awkward smile and shy gaze look back at one very sexy Mike Sanchez. He looked as if he had not taken his eyes off her the entire time. Then a smile crept across his face as he undid his seat buckle.
“Are you a nervous flyer?” He asked her.