Dreams Take Flight (10 page)

“Fantastic!” said Lucas. “We’ll be leaving around ten thirty. I got here a little early, hoping you would say yes. Let me get things squared away with the plane, and then maybe we can spend some time together before I go to work.”

“Great! When I get off work, I’ll go to the office or look for you around the plane.”

Heather couldn’t believe that her persistence was paying off. She and Lucas were actually talking and doing things together, even if he was working. Knowing how challenging her road had been so far, she was glad to take whatever she could get, even if that just meant flying with him in the middle of the night.

Lucas headed to the office and picked up several documents before proceeding to the Convair. That hunk of aluminum, engines, and electronics was considered a workhorse by those in the airplane business. Pilots found it reliable and stable. That night, Lucas saw a magical carriage rather than a workhorse. It was a carriage that would carry the woman who had captured his attention—who had excited every male hormone in his body. It would carry them into the heavens above, a world where only the two of them existed.

After a few seconds, his thoughts returned to earth. Just moments ago, embarrassment had been a real possibility due to the bulge in his pants. That had been the result of nothing more than seeing Heather at her desk. Now, Lucas wondered how he could concentrate on flying the plane with her consuming his every thought.

Lucas went through his usual preflight checklist. Following his inspection of the plane’s exterior, Lucas shifted his attention to the cabin, making sure the cargo tie-downs were in place so that once the cargo arrived, the loading would go smoothly. Unlike other trips, he dropped a short row of sling seats along the left side of the cabin, which would be out of the way of the cargo once loaded. He located several blankets and a pillow, in case Heather wanted to get some sleep during the trip. Finished with his preflight activities, he retreated to the office, hoping he could spend a little time with Heather before they left.

While Lucas was prepping the plane, Autumn came in to relieve Heather.

“Autumn,” Heather said. “You won’t believe it; Lucas stopped by a little while ago and asked me to go with them tonight.”

“Are you going?” responded Autumn.

“Does a bear poop in the woods? Of course I’m going. I’ve been trying to get Lucas’s attention for months.”

“So you’re horny?” asked Autumn.

“Let’s just say I get tongue tied when he’s around; I feel self-conscious just talking to him. If you felt that way about some guy, wouldn’t you try to get to know him?”

“So you’re not just horny?”

“No, I like the guy. What’s this ‘horny’ stuff?”

“Well, I can’t say what I would do in your case, since a guy has never made me feel self-conscious, tongue-tied, or anything but horny.”

“Autumn, I’m sure there was some guy, somewhere, who struck a nerve other than the one between your legs.”

“Don’t bet on it. If guys didn’t have dicks, there wouldn’t be any need for them.”

“Autumn, don’t you just enjoy their company sometimes?”

“Nope.”

“So you don’t know what I’m going through, do you?”

“Not really, but I wish you luck. My track record with these pilots hasn’t been good. They all look good until you get to know them—but you hang in there and keep me posted.”

“Will do. Right now I’m going to try to find Lucas.”

Lucas returned to the office, but instead of finding Heather, he found Mike reviewing material important to the night’s flight—weather, routing, the maintenance record of the Convair, and those sorts of things. Lucas stuck his head in the door and asked Mike if he had seen Heather.

“Nope. She wasn’t at the front desk when I came through, either. Why you ask?” With a gleam in his eye, he asked, “Things go well the other night? Get a little?”

“Things went well and no, I didn’t get any!”

“Well, something’s up or you wouldn’t be looking for Heather. Come on, what’s going on?”

“I just thought she may enjoy going with us tonight, so I invited her.”

“You invited her to go tonight? You can’t do that. The chief of operations is going with us tonight. How do you plan to explain this gorgeous young girl in the cockpit?” After a short pause he added, “Just joking! But something’s definitely going on; you should have seen the look on your face!”

“All right. I think she’s cool. I was wrong to resist getting to know her. It pains me to say this, but I owe you one. Feel better now? OK, here’s the deal: I do want the airline job. School is a challenge, the homework is a challenge, and flying all night isn’t exactly a bowl of cherries. When it comes to dating, well, I haven’t had much time for girls since high school.”

“Lucas, you’re fucked up! You’re a college student, for Christ’s sake.”

“I’m an adult who has returned to school while working. That doesn’t exactly make me a
college student
.”

“Forget the student thing; you are young! You are supposed to get drunk on Friday nights and get laid three times a week, maybe four. What are you going to do, wait until you get that airline job—and are flying every day of the week—to put your dipstick in the well? Is that your plan? You dickhead! You should be like the rest of your friends, trying to get in every skirt you meet. This is what young people do. That’s what college is for. I know you’re not a real college student, but that doesn’t mean you can’t act like one! Didn’t anyone tell you that? Remember that night you and I got drunk?”

“Which time?”

“You dickhead, the time we got the tattoos.”

“Sure I remember it; how could I ever forget it? I have a tattoo to remind me of it, thanks to you!”

“Well, get your head out of your ass, you hypocrite. What did you insist that tattoo say?”

“All right, I get your point. I already admitted to screwing up.”

“What the fuck does it say?”

“‘If it has wings, fly it,’” Lucas quoted. “‘If it wears a skirt, fuck it.’”

“Lucas, you’re young. Live your own words. And incidentally, I didn’t force you to get that tattoo.”

“All right, but I don’t want to fuck Heather.”

“What?”

“I don’t want to fuck Heather. I want to make love to her.”

“Oh shit, your dick gets hard and you’re fucking in love? Do you think every time some gal spreads her legs it’s because she’s in love? Get the fuck out of here!”

“Mike, where do you get off talking to me like that? How old are you?”

“None of your fucking business.”

“You’re fifty-seven years old, you’re an alcoholic, and have been divorced three times. You get a boner and think you have to screw the first woman you see. And you think you have the right to be giving me advice.”

“Lucas, you’re fucking wet behind the ears. Get your ass out of here.”

Not wanting the atmosphere to become more toxic than it had already become, Lucas returned to the Convair without saying another word.

Once the flight was underway, Mike, Lucas, and Heather engaged in normal, civil conversation. No one would ever know that Mike and Lucas had had words earlier. The atmosphere was light and pleasant.

Heather was in heaven knowing that she was on this trip because Lucas had personally invited her. Lucas was also pleased to know that Heather had accepted his invitation. Even Mike was pleased, because he knew that he had played a significant role in bringing the two together, even if it hadn’t always been easy.

The trip was long, and Lucas eventually not only needed a bathroom break, but had begun to feel his legs getting numb, his feet going to sleep and as though his bottom was glued to the seat. After making sure Mike had the plane, Lucas asked Heather to descend from her perch on the jump seat so he could maneuver past her to get to the bathroom in the rear of the plane.

Bathroom break over and circulation restored to his legs, Lucas returned to the cockpit. As he approached the cockpit from the rear of the plane, he could see Heather’s profile in the dim cockpit. She was standing in the aisle, watching whatever was taking place up front.

He stopped to watch. He couldn’t help but think,
What a beautiful lady.
She appeared so mysterious; the outline of her body wasn’t well-defined, so only his knowledge of her allowed his mind to fill in the shadows. She’d spread her legs a little to stabilize her. She also held on to the two front seats.

Lucas entered the cockpit area, and Heather could feel him as he approached her from behind. The warmth from his body announced his arrival. Heather began to reposition herself, so he could return to his flying duties. When it became apparent he didn’t intend to walk by her, she resumed her original stance. Lucas stood directly behind Heather, staring over her right shoulder.

Rather than holding onto the plane, he held Heather’s hips and leaned gently against her. His face toyed with the hair tucked behind her right ear. Her scent was uniquely Heather, subtle like that of a bouquet of freshly cut flowers.

She could feel vibrations not only through direct contact with the plane, but through Lucas as well. She could feel his warm breath on her right ear. It was the most sensual moment she had ever experienced. Her whole body became sensitive to Lucas’s every movement, to his breathing, to the way he held her. Lucas was also becoming excited by their closeness. The rhythmic wave passing through their bodies from the plane’s vibration created a sensation he’d never before experienced. Lucas began to slowly move his hands downward and forward, stopping only when reaching the unmistakable curves of her groin.

Heather’s heart raced. Not knowing what was going to happen next, she simply relaxed and gave way to Lucas’s sexual advances.

Lucas continued to explore Heather’s body, from her tummy to her groin. He toyed with her pubic area, well-defined through her thin skirt. He quickly discovered that Heather wasn’t wearing panties.

Suddenly, Heather leaned her head back while pushing her backside hard against Lucas’s swollen cock. She began to move in harmony with Lucas’s hands, saying “yes” to his stroking movement, encouraging further exploration. Her eyes closed as she let herself be consumed by Lucas’s every movement.

Only the thickness of a silk skirt separated his fingers from the wetness between Heather’s legs. As he explored her groin, he could feel Heather spread her legs ever so slightly to encourage his exploration. Accepting her invitation, Lucas slid his hand beneath her skirt and a finger into the folds of her wetness, where he could feel the silky smoothness of her love juices.

Without warning, Mike turned to partly face the couple. He bellowed, “Come on, guys; knock it off. We’re almost home. You can get a room and fuck all night once we’re there, but right now I need to take a piss.”

Mike’s intrusion was a cold reminder to both of them that their behavior was not appropriate, at least at that moment.

Lucas quickly took his seat, buckled up, and announced that he had the plane. Lucas couldn’t get over what had taken place. He’d been the one to first object to Heather coming along, under the pretense that he didn’t need the distraction. Still excited, he had to force himself to focus on the task at hand as the bulge in his pants began to subside. Even his hands were a distraction—he would occasionally stare at them as though they were separate from the rest of his body. After all, they had actually fondled Heather’s pubic area, a feat that had previously only taken place in his mind.

Mike chuckled on the inside about Lucas and Heather. Lucas had been so stubborn about getting involved with Heather, and now he couldn’t keep his hands off her. Mike wasn’t trying to be cruel by tossing water on their little party, but he really did have to take a piss.

Heather, waiting for Mike to return, stood there silent and embarrassed.

For the rest of the trip, only Mike and Lucas spoke, and then only as they went about their duties. Their gentlemen’s code allowed both of them to write off the incident.

CHAPTER SEVEN

The Payoff

H
eather couldn’t stop thinking about her encounter with Lucas on the plane.

Those few minutes were so intense
, she often thought,
that no one else would understand. I’ll never forget that encounter. I can’t help but wonder if we will ever be able to recapture that special moment and make everything around us disappear, leaving only the two of us in our own little world.
Even if we attempted to duplicate that special moment, it would probably fall short of my expectations
.
Special moments often just happen, and can seldom be planned, much less duplicated
.

The sight of Lucas entering the lobby jolted Heather from her daze. Although aware of her new tendency to drift off and daydream about him, Heather was confident that no one had noticed.

“Hey, Heather!” Lucas called. “T.G.I.F.! Want to come over to my place tomorrow night and let me show you what a good cook I am?”

“Sure, love to. What time?”

“Is six too early?”

“Not at all. What should I bring?”

“Your toothbrush! Just joking. Don’t bring anything but your beautiful smile.”