0 comments/ 22349 views/ 0 favorites Airplanes By: HotDreams There was a few reasons I liked to fly. The first was I liked the feeling of knowing I was so far up, and the second was the women. When you're in the air, it's as if all the rules of love and sex are still on the ground below you. As a business man who is always flying, I can personally confirm that fact. Flight attendants are the easiest to get into the bathroom. They've had a long day already, you go back to their station and start asking them about their job, maybe even rub their shoulders. They'll always give you what you want. My name is Mike, and I am a single guy looking for a good time. It's become a game really. How many women can I sleep with before my twelve hour flight is over? My record is five. I've been at this a long time, I know what I'm doing. When I see amateurs trying to get a women in the back and fail, I teach them a lesson by sleeping with the women they just failed to seduce properly. I remember once there was a goofball who tried to get the barely legal blonde sitting next to follow him to the back of the plane. She refused, but seconds later caught my eye. I gave her the signals, mouthed my intentions tastefully. Soon I gave her the final look that made her bend to my will, and she was following seconds behind me to the airplane bathrooms. It was a tight squeeze, but it was totally worth it. Trish was a yoga instructor, so she could bend in all kinds of ways. We began with lustful kisses, groping to touch every part of each other. I hoisted her onto the sink, careful not to turn the water on. Still kissing her, I managed to slip her out of her gym shorts and bright purple throng with one tug of my finger. Next was the shirt, which I pulled over her blonde head in one more swift motion. She wasn't wearing a bra. I smiled to myself. I kissed her again, my one hand drifting down her tanned back, while the other cupped her perky breast. She shuddered in pleasure as my thumb flicked her hard nipple. I kissed her neck as my first hand grabbed her tight ass. She was starting to breathe faster. My mouth found its way to her nipples, and she moaned as I started suckling and running my tongue over the erect nubs. I could feel her legs opening wider and wider as I squeezed and sucked until finally, she moaned the words I'd been waiting for. "Fuck me!" I unbuttoned my jeans and threw them down. My dick was already good to go, but I wanted something first. "Suck on it," I said in a gruff voice. She hesitated a second. "What?" She asked with a faint smile. I kissed her neck and said it again, "Suck my dick," I reached my hand between her legs and felt right at her entrance, just enough to make her want more. She was soaked, leaving the tips of my fingers coated in her juices. "And maybe if you do a good job," I continued as I lightly rubbed her swollen clit once, "I'll fuck you." She moaned and nodded. She was going to do whatever I wanted now. She got on her knees. She knew how to work her tongue, licking me every which way, giving me goose bumps along the way. I grabbed her by her blond hair and shoved y hard cock down her throat, and she took it. After a few minutes of pleasure for me and pulled her back to her feet and back onto the sink counter. Her little pussy was ready for me now, and she was begging for it. I rub the head of my cock on her tight entrance, she started to whimper a bit but I just laughed. "You should learn a little patience." I said; sliding my hand down her stomach I touches her clit again. She moaned as I rubbed and rubbed her little button until she was just about to climax. I felt her body tense and shake as I take my hand away. She seems confused at first, but a second later I'm ramming my cock into her pussy and she's gasping and moaning. I pound her harder and harder until again I can, again, feel her muscles tighten on her way to climax. I stop pounding her and pull her off the counter to turn her around. She puts her hands on the sink and grips it hard. I slid my dick back inside her for a minute while I spit on that virgin asshole she has. She seems to understand what I'm planning to do and whimpers for me not to. I fuck her a little harder and put more spit on her ass. "Don't worry," I say pulling my dick out and rubbing the tip on her asshole, "it won't hurt." She seems to protest at first but after a few strokes of her clit, she gives in. I spread her checks wide and spit one more time. I rub my finger on her asshole a few times before inserting it inside. She's so tight that my dick aches for her ass. She gasps but doesn't stop me again. Soon I'm fucking her ass with two fingers, then three. Then I rub the tip of my dick on her ass and barely stand going slowly as her ass take my dick. She moans, and after a while I'm pounding her little asshole harder than her pussy. She cums easily from her ass but I kept going even after she's cum. Her fist time anal fucking is something I want to remember for a while. She cums a second time. I go back to her pussy and fuck her hard while rubbing her clit. She cums a thirds time. By the time I came, she had cum four times. I took the purple thong as a souvenir and left her to freshen up. Airplanes Aren't Supposed to Break It didn't happen with a bang, but a whisper. One moment the newly rebuilt 235 horse power engine was roaring, filling the cockpit with an almost overpowering noise. The next instant, there was only the subdued sound of air rushing past the airplane's windows. The near silence was deafening. Tim Dodson was not afraid when the engine fell quiet. He had expected it. It happened almost every time he flew with an instructor. While he was an accomplished small plane pilot, he was working on an instrument rating and was wearing a hat that only let him see the instruments and controls. He was well trained. First he pulled back on the yoke with a mighty effort, slowing from 130 knots to the best glide speed of 75 while trading that excess speed into life giving altitude and trimming to ease the mighty force he had to exert on the yoke. His eyes roamed the controls as his hands worked through the drill. His only surprise was that he didn't find what she had done to shut the engine off. Sandy Faulk was caught totally off guard, as the instructor, this flight was her responsibility even though Tim was doing all the flying. She was the one who could see and she had been watching but she had also been doing a touch of daydreaming. At the precise moment that the engine failed, she had been looking at Tim and wondering what he would be like in bed. She was a beautiful woman but lately her whole life had revolved around teaching flying and her social life had been non-existent. She had been longing for some human contact, some sex, perhaps a relationship, maybe even a baby. Tim was one of her few students who was handsome and single. The fact that he had a great sense of humor and had just sold his business for more than 30 million dollars didn't hurt either. Not only was she attracted to him, even her mother would love his bank account. This was her first almost free weekend in months. Tim was her only student for the whole weekend. She had always acted the true professional around him but she had found herself drawn to him from the first time she met him. He had never seemed to be interested in her however. It took her several seconds before she could react to the sudden quiet. In that time, Tim had been doing everything right. She took a deep breath. In 800 hours of flying and instructing, she had never experienced a real engine failure, until now. She had watched him perform the engine failure drill and he had done everything right. Sandy felt no fear because she already knew that they had a very good option. A minute ago she had spotted a small grass airstrip. It was now just in front of them and they could glide easily to it. They might even be higher than they needed to be. "I've got the airplane, Tim. Take the hood off. This is for real." Her voice was calm. Tim pulled the hat from his face as his earphones flew. He saw the propeller. That sent a wave of anxiety through him. Even in a simulated engine failure, the propeller should be invisible as it turned at idle speed. Instead he saw the two blades slowly turning in the slipstream. He looked at Sandy and saw the peaceful look on her face. Her confident almost relaxed expression eased his fear. "There's an airstrip right ahead of us. I've got it made easily." Sandy said to him. Tim looked for a second before he saw it. Grass is not easy to tell from new green corn or beans but there was a high wing airplane pulled into an open area just beside the long thin strip of green. He took a look at the property and decided it must be a campground. There was a pond and a pool along with a great many small cabins. There were also a number of camping tents and one big event tent set up. The whole area seemed cut into a heavy wood that had been left around the boundary of the property. He could see people and activity. He looked at Sandy and then at the strip. She seemed to have things under control but he fidgeted. This was his airplane, his baby. He had had it rebuilt from a run down condition to near new. He was an accomplished pilot and it was not easy to relinquish control to someone else but she had found the spot and she had the airplane and the situation under control. He looked at his lap. The IFR chart and the approach plates lay there, useless. They showed no detail except those needed to fly by electronic navigation. Small private airstrips were not depicted. "Do you know where we are?" He asked her. "Sort of. We're right on course and about 35 miles from home but I don't know what airstrip we're headed for." Now they were about 2 miles from the end of the grass strip. Less than two minutes from touchdown. "I don't see any signs of fire and this is going to be a normal landing but why don't you go through the emergency landing checklist while I fly." She told him. He quickly found the procedures in the pouch in the door. He tossed the useless IFR map and the book of approaches in the back seat. Step by step, he went through all the suggestions in the aircraft manual. He had done them all from memory a moment before and nothing brought back the roar of the healthy engine. Sandy put the airplane into a slip as she slowed to 65 knots trying to lose a little more altitude. She was concentrating of putting the wheels on a spot on the grass. This landing had to be perfect, there would be no second chance. Tim watched the trees rush up on them and then pass less than a hundred feet below. He opened his door as the wind blasted in. He watched the grass coming up. Sandy flew perfectly, resisting the temptation to drive the airplane onto the grass or to slow too much. They landed about 1000 feet down the 2500 foot strip with a perfect swoosh of grass as the main wheels touched down. The resistance of the grass and the heavy breaking stopped them in another 500 feet, much quicker than on concrete. Tim watched Sandy open her door and unbuckle her belt, then he got out his already open door. They both moved away from the stricken airplane despite it not showing any sign of being dangerous. Tim examined the aircraft from a few feet away. He could see no sign of anything wrong. He walked slowly around it, almost caressing its skin but not a single rivet was out of place. He got to the front and opened the inspection panel. There was little he could do or even see but he could find no sign of anything wrong. No strange smells, no smoke, and no smudges of fluid. He shifted his gaze to Sandy and sucked in his breath. She was one gorgeous woman! It wasn't the first time he had noticed, in fact he was totally smitten by her, even if she didn't know. He loved her long dark brown hair and her shining brown eyes. Her olive complexion seemed nearly perfect to him. He had rightly assumed that most of her male students hit on her, but wrong in assuming that she would be upset if he did the same. Sandy had come to join him at the nose after her own quick inspection. "Doesn't look like I did anything to hurt your bird." "I hate to say this but you did a better job of flying than I could have." Tim looked deep into her eyes and felt his knees going weak. For a moment he wondered if it was the adrenaline leaving his body, his repressed desire for her, or the relief from escaping a shared dangerous situation. Until recently he had been too busy building his business to have time for any relationship. In the last few months, he had discovered that he had been missing something. When suddenly he had time for himself, he found that he needed someone to share his time and his money. He had been yearning for someone in his life. Suddenly he felt that yearning in his soul. Sandy was standing close to him. He reached out and touched her waist. For a moment they looked at each other. Tim looked into her eyes for any sign of protest and found none. He took her in his arms and she moved into him as their lips met. The shock of their lingering kiss went through both of them. And then she wrapped her arms about him and pulled him close. Tongues met. Fireworks flew. Their emotions overcame them. The kiss became all consuming as the emotions flooded through them. The escape from death. The desire that both had repressed, all emptied in those moments. They were lost in that embrace. There was no other world but theirs. They were not aware of what was happening around them. They did not hear the swooshing of the golf cart over the freshly cut grass. They were not aware that they were no longer alone. Dennis Dodge was the manager of the club and he was less than amused. He was much too busy getting ready for the annual celebration to be bothered by intruders. Airplanes were not common but neither were they unheard of. But the members knew to come check in with him. He had expected the airplane to turn around and taxi back to him and present their membership cards and their reservations for the weekend. Instead the airplane stopped and the people got out. He assumed they were there to crash the party. When he saw them get out of the airplane, he had rushed to his golf cart and started in their direction. Smoke was rolling from his ears and he was girded for a confrontation. He was almost happy when his wife Virginia flagged down the cart and climbed on beside him. She knew her husband and knew that he would be angry. Her presence would tame him slightly and at least he wouldn't yell and scream quite so loud at the intruders. The two people, now engrossed in a kiss were oblivious to them and that made Dennis even more angry. Virginia put her hand on her husbands arm to calm him. It worked to a certain degree. "Excuse me!" Dennis Dodge said.. Reluctantly Tim and Sandy broke their kiss and looked at the pair on the cart. Sandy's eyes flew open in surprise. On that golf cart was a man of about 50, slightly overweight and slightly balding with the biggest flaccid penis she had ever seen. Normally, Sandy would not have noticed, but the man was just as nude as was the woman with him. Dennis Dodge was somewhere between boiling in rage and totally confused. This was not what he had expected at all. He had expected a plane full of young men trying to get an eye full. Instead they were intent on their embrace. He had no idea that they had lost an engine. Dennis did not consider his nudity abnormal and had assumed that they knew where they were. It didn't occur to him in that moment, that it would be other than expected that the manager of a nudist camp be naked when he confronted them. His wife Virginia was more in tune to the situation as she looked from one face to the other. She was an attractive woman of 48. Twenty years before she had been a beauty queen and she still retained most of her looks. Virginia was also a very perceptive person and she had sized up the situation a little differently than her husband. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew immediately that these were not gate crashers. She understood that something was wrong. Dennis's anger faded quickly as he realized that the situation wasn't quite what he had thought. When he got around to talking, his voice was more matter of fact than angry. "This club is for members only and I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Tim was slightly flustered. There were lots of things going on inside his head. He was still off balance from the emergency landing. His senses were stirred by the passionate, unexpected kiss that had rocked his soul. He had not expected to be confronted by a naked upset couple. Sandy was less rattled. She had just shared the most passionate kiss of her life with a man she wanted. She wrapped her arm around Tim's waist and looked from the couple to Tim's face. "I'm sorry, Sir," Tim said. "We lost our engine and we can't leave until it's fixed. We're going to have to call for help. We didn't mean to land here, we had to. Your strip saved our lives." Even as he said it, Tim didn't quite mean it. It had been the best option but they could have survived a landing in one of the other fields nearby. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize you had trouble." Dennis said. "I thought you were just trying to crash the party. You wouldn't believe the number of people who try and sneak in here for a free peek. Are you both O.K.?" Sandy looked into Tim's face and smiled. She thought of that kiss and the warmth it had put in her soul. It had been so long since she had been kissed. "Yes, I think we're just fine. My knees are still a bit shaky but we're all right." She wasn't sure if it was the emergency landing or the kiss that had her knees weak. "What do you need?" Virginia asked. "We need a phone to get a mechanic in here to look at the airplane and hopefully fix it. Then we'd be happy to fly it away." Sandy told them. Tim was busy looking around and he suddenly thought to ask. "Where are we anyway? We weren't looking at the map when the engine failed and we just saw the strip and landed. We had no idea there even was a strip here." Denis smiled as the full realization struck him. They were even more shocked than he had been. "This is the Bare Branch Nudist Resort. And you got here just in time to celebrate Nude Day with us." "Come on up to the club house and you can use the phone." Virginia told them. "We may have a problem, Dear. They can't go to the clubhouse dressed like that." Denis said. Both Sandy and Tim realized what he meant and they both blushed. Virginia noticed and chuckled. "Come on, you two. It won't hurt you to be naked." Tim chuckled. "It might hurt! I sunburn easily!" They all laughed erasing the last touch of tension between them. "I'll get the airplane off the runway. Then I'll take my clothes off and come with you. Sandy can stay with the plane if she wants." He was thinking of saving her the embarrassment of stripping and wandering naked among the naked strangers. Sandy was blushing very deeply. "Tim, I think I should go. I know the mechanic better. I think I have a better chance of getting him to come out here than you do." "Nobody is going to steal a broken airplane, so I guess we can both go." Tim held out his hand to the man. "Sorry we haven't introduced ourselves. I'm Tim Dodson, this is my instructor Sandy Faulk. The airplane is mine." "Nice to meet you. I'm Dennis Dodge and this is my wife Virginia. We manage the Bare Branch Nudist Resort." The two shook hands. Virginia remembered catching them in their embrace. She looked at Sandy with a strange look on her face. "You two aren't married?" Sandy chuckled. "Not yet. In fact we've never even gone on a date, unless you call shooting an ILS approach a date. I think after we've seen each other naked though, we're going to have to go out a time or two don't you?" Virginia caught the longing in Sandy's voice. "Yes, I think you need to go out a time or two." Tim had the tow bar attached to the plane and began to pull as Dennis looked at it. "You think we could hook that tow bar up to the golf cart and pull it?" He asked. The two men looked at it and decided that it could work easily enough if they had a chain or some way to connect the handle of the tow bar to the hitch of the golf cart. "Well, lets go get a chain then." Dennis said. "I think we can all fit in the cart. We'll take the girls to the club house and then we can come back and get the plane." "Should we move it off the runway first?" Tim asked. "It wouldn't hurt but we're not expecting any airplanes in here. We'll only be a few minutes. Lets just leave it right here. Why don't you two just get your clothes off and we'll get going." Tim thought the moment of truth had come. He wasn't sure what got his heart beating faster, the idea of being naked in front of Sandy, or of seeing her naked. He was on one side of the airplane taking his clothes off while Sandy was on the other. The front seats were folded up and they were laying their clothes on the back seat. The folded seats and the body of the airplane kept them from seeing each other. Tim only caught brief glimpses of her as her clothes came off. Each peek caused him to breathe a little faster. Tim was the first one naked and he moved over to Dennis and Virginia, feeling very self conscious. He wasn't ashamed of his body, but he wasn't used to being naked around other people. Sandy, was only moments behind. Tim stole a look and nearly fainted at her beauty. Both had copied their hosts and all they wore were their tennis shoes. Sandy was even more beautiful than he imagined. Two perfectly shaped breasts with half dollar sized aureoles. Her olive skin had only a faint hint of tan lines. The patch of dark pubic hair a neat triangle. The sight of her took his breath away. Sandy took a look at her student as well, although not quite so obvious as Tim's look at her. She liked what she saw. Sandy saw him looking at her and smiled a shy smile and then came over and put her arm around him. The touch of her naked body sent sparks through them both. It surprised him that his cock didn't harden. Dennis got in the driver's seat, with Virginia in the other seat while Tim and Sandy crawled in the back. Their naked skin touching and sending constant fireworks through them both. The ride to the clubhouse felt much longer to both of them than it was. Every little bump caused their naked skin to touch, to rub and each touch sent shivers through both of them. Both of them felt a sexual attraction that wasn't exactly appropriate for the public places of a nudist colony. By the time they had reached the end of the runway, Tim had a full erection and Sandy was pretending not to notice, while smiling broadly. Her own moisture was less noticeable. Fortunately for Tim, he got more used to the feel of her and the non sexual situation as they neared the clubhouse. He wasn't really looking but he saw more and more naked people and slowly his nerves went back to normal. This wasn't a sexual situation after all. The two women got off at the clubhouse while Dennis took Tim to a maintenance shed where he rummaged for a moment before finding a chain. The job of moving the airplane back to the parking area went quite easily and only took about 15 minutes. The airplane had followed the golf cart with no problems. They met up with a very upset looking Sandy in front of the clubhouse. He noticed the frustration on her face even more than the swell of her perfect breasts. Her face was livid. "Damn! Damn! Damn! He said he has to get the inspections done on the school's two airplanes before he can get to us. Won't be till Monday!" The reason she had the weekend off was that the school's two airplanes had both been due for 100 hour inspections and couldn't be flown until the airplanes had been disassembled and inspected. Tim was her only student that owned his own airplane. Lots of thoughts came rushing through Tim's head. He really had nowhere to go and his wounded baby could use baby-sitting. He suddenly thought that it might be more interesting to stay there than to go home and watch television. He always did like meeting new people. "Is he coming Monday?" Tim asked. "Yeah, maybe even tomorrow night. Depends on when he gets done with the airplanes." "Dennis, is there any problem with me staying here 'till he gets here?" "I have one single cabin left, so I have room for you but there are a few rules we'll have to break. Under the circumstances I think I can break them for you." "What rules do we have to get around?" Tim asked. "The main one is you have to be a member. This is a family park and we don't allow single male gawkers to join. Normally, you'd have to be a couple and be sponsored by a current member. You didn't exactly plan on being here. I think that if you pay for the cabin, no one would object." "I'd be happy to pay for a membership and the cabin. I don't have anything else going on this weekend and staying with the airplane seems like the thing to do." Airplanes Aren't Supposed to Break Sandy had been considering who to call for a ride. She had assumed that Tim would have to get back. She had no other students and no date. She thought back on her earlier daydream of getting Tim away for a romantic weekend. She felt a sudden gush of moisture. "I don't have anything until Monday either. As long as you're paying, why not just put me down as your other half and I'll stay with you. Then you'll be legal." "If you'd be willing to do that, Virginia and I would sponsor you and you'd be totally legitimate." The full impact of what Sandy had suggested didn't register with Tim. He just happily agreed to pay the membership and the price of the cabin rental. Actually the costs pleasantly surprised him. He had been expecting to spend much more. He was also somewhat relieved that he could put his wallet and checkbook somewhere safe. He retrieved both items from the airplane and paid. Dennis gave him a key to a cabin on a leather necklace that allowed him to carry it without a pocket. He also gave Tim directions and a smirk. Dennis realized what Tim would be doing long before it dawned on Tim himself. It was only after Sandy had taken his hand and they were headed for the airplane to collect their belongings, that the realization that Sandy was spending the weekend with him dawned on Tim. It occurred to him, but didn't really sink in. They each collected a meager armful of clothing. Sandy giggled. "Well, at least we found the one place in the whole world, where you don't have to pack for the weekend! We probably won't even notice that we didn't bring anything at all." He couldn't help but laugh with her as they walked down the path to the rustic log cabin. It was clean and brightly lit but little more than a bedroom with an attached bath. He hadn't realized that there were family cabins with multiple bedrooms, and couple cabins. Theirs had only a single full sized bed. There was a closet and a small dresser. There was no telephone, television, or other accouterments of civilization. This was a primitive cabin in the woods. His eyes went from the single bed to Sandy's face. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a slight smile. He saw something in her eyes. The realization of the situation had just come to him, when Sandy came to him as well. Sandy moved slowly, tentatively. Her body came softly into his arms and their eyes locked. They looked into each other's eyes, trading emotions, sharing desire, and communicating without speaking. Their arms wrapped around each other. Their initial embrace tentative. He felt her breasts against his chest. She felt his cock rising against her belly. Their lips met in a passionate kiss. The emotions flowed through both of them. The long repressed desire. The feelings from their mutual near miss with death. It all flowed from them, between them. There was no world outside of their mutual touch. His mouth melded with hers as their tongues explored each others mouths. The kiss hard, passionate as their tongues dueled. The heat of desire flowed through Tim and suddenly he could wait no more. He scooped Sandy into his arms and carried her to the bed, their lips never breaking the kiss until he laid her gently on the bed. He looked down on her naked body in awe as the passion filled him. He moved onto the bed feeling the soft contact between his hard cock and the softness of her thigh. His lips moved to her body as he kissed her shoulder and then down her body to suck her nipple. He heard her moan and that sound sent fire through his soul. She felt the gush of moisture to her core. She felt his throbbing cock against her thigh. She had no more need of foreplay. Her body ached for him. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted him NOW! Her right hand reached for him and found his penis hard and ready. She aimed it at her opening, feeling the soft head of his cock against her wet and ready pussy. Her left hand found the small of his back and urged him forward. Tim gasped as her hand positioned him. He moved onto his elbows and knees, his face inches from hers as their eyes locked. He felt the wonder of her pussy as his cock head touched her. Her hand on his back almost burned his skin with the passion of the touch. He needed no further urging as he slammed his cock home. They both gasped in pleasure as his cock hit bottom. There was no pause before Tim pulled back and then rammed himself home again. Sandy's hips began to move and Tim matched her movements. Their lips locked, tongues dueling as they met each other's passion. They moved in an almost primal rhythm. Hard, fast, full of exchanged emotion beyond their coupled bodies. Tim rammed into her and she thrust her hips back. Their minds focused only on each other, their kiss no less passionate than the rest of their bodies. Then Tim pulled back, his barely focused, clouded eyes looked into hers as he rammed his cock into her one last time. He felt the intense pressure building inside him, not just in his genitals but filling his whole body with the need, the craving to become a part of her. Sandy felt his cock swell. She felt how close he was and those things pushed her over the brink. Feelings she had never felt before filled her. Her very being filled with the need for this man, this instant. Her whole soul exploded. She was gasping in orgasm as he rammed into her and stopped at the bottom as the explosion in his soul overcame him, his seed burst forth to mingle with her. It felt as if his whole being became one with her in that moment. Their souls as well as their bodies connected, joined into one. All of their emotions mingled in the mutual explosion of their release. Everything flowed from them, between them, the fear, the long repressed passion, the long denied lust. In that moment they shared everything. The mingled their best emotions and threw away all that had been bad. They became a single being and mingled their feelings, still slowly stirred by Tim's cock. Their bodies and their souls drained. Gasping for breath, Tim slowly focused his eyes on the beautiful face before him. His eyes looked into hers. Both too exhausted to say anything. Their eyes shared the wonder that they felt. Slowly he sagged to lie beside her, feeling his drained cock slipping from her. He reached for her and she rolled to face him. Their arms went around each other as he kissed her softly. For all the passion they had expended, now there was tenderness. Long minutes passed as they recovered. They both felt the warmth of their loving flowing through their very being. They said nothing. They simply kissed tenderly. His hand softly roamed her body. At first in tenderness, but slowly he felt his passion returning. She felt hers rise as well and she smiled at him. Still they said nothing. The only sounds the gentle rhythm of their breathing. His lips moved from hers to her neck and then sucked in a nipple. Sandy arched her back and moaned at the feel of his lips on her breast and the soft loving touch as his hand slid down her body and found her pussy. Her hand reached out and found his cock. She wrapped her hand around his still slick member. They both gasped. Sandy's hips thrust up into his fingers. She moaned in pleasure at his soft touch. Each time his fingers moved, thrills went through her. Each gasp from her lips sent shivers through him. Her hand stroked his cock. She felt the pulsing blood coursing through his cock and she felt her own soft desire building. She felt the gush of fresh juices washing away the old as a new need filled her. His mouth moved lower. The touch of his lips sending thrills through her, but she wanted him again. She pushed him away and then down on his back as she crawled over him. Her eyes watched his as she lowered herself onto his waiting dick. She settled on his cock slowly as they both savored the feeling of her pussy slowly surrounding him. She watched his eyes roll back as her pussy slowly enveloped him. She stopped for a moment and watched his face, their eyes traded the pleasure they each felt. Then she began to slowly, tenderly rock on him. They both gasped on each down stroke. She felt him inside her, rubbing her, sending tingles through her. The first small orgasm shook her and then the second. She lay forward and kissed him. Tim's arms wrapped around her waist and rocked her onto him but never allowing her lips to leave his. The loving was slow and tender. Sandy was shook by one small orgasm after another until she had lost count. She was only vaguely aware of the change in him as his hips rocked into her and his hands pulled her more forcefully onto his cock. He felt the pressure build as he rocked her onto his cock. It felt as if his very soul was rushing to his member, trying to merge with her, to become one. Tim sucked in his breath and thrust his hips forward into her and then his very being exploded as he blasted into her again and again. His orgasm triggered hers and they came together in one earth shattering wave after another. When all was quiet, Sandy collapsed like a rag doll atop him, his soggy and still hard cock inside her. She felt warm and wonderful as she laid her head on his chest and gasped for breath. She didn't ever recall feeling like this before. Pleasured, exhausted, but most of all content. Slowly her breathing came back to normal as she snuggled atop him. She felt his lips kissing her where her neck and shoulder met and a fresh shiver ran through her body. She heaved herself onto her hands and knees, feeling his softening cock plop from her hole, followed by a wave of juice. She looked into his face and smiled. "Slow down, big boy, you keep that up and you'll get my motor running again. Lets save some of that for later." "Do we have to?" She rolled off him and then put a soft kiss on his lips. "C'mere.. let's get cleaned up." She took him by the hand and led him to the shower. The warm water ran over them, washing away the sweat of fear and the liquid remains of their loving. Washing away their mingled juices, washing away their cares. Tim noticed a stream of water flowing down her chest and off her nipple. He drank and she shuddered. They washed each other, becoming familiar with each other's body, the touch of loving hands warmer than the water. They stayed under the spray until that water turned cold and then Sandy led him from the shower. "What would you say to going for a swim?" She asked Tim. "Sounds like fun." Sandy began looking around the room for her suit and caught Tim doing likewise. Then she chuckled and remembered where she was. "Were you looking for your suit too? For a second there, I forgot I didn't need it." Tim chuckled, "ummm... yeah. I was. Guess we don't need them though do we?" He looked at her naked body and smiled. They both felt less self conscious as they walked to the pool. The people around them were all naked and no one paid any more attention to them than they would have if they had been fully clothed. Most of the people were quite average. Tim noticed that Sandy was the best looking woman there, but even had she not been, he still couldn't have kept his eyes off her. The story of how they got there had spread like wildfire around the community. Between Sandy's good looks, and the sympathy of the people, it was no problem to borrow sun tan lotion. The bigger problem was avoiding all the people who wanted to talk about a dead airplane and the "miraculous" survival of the pair. Sandy might have been in heaven, relaxing and tanning her naturally dark skin, if it hadn't been for all the people who wanted to talk. She wanted to spend time with her new lover, and it seemed he with her, but the crowd kept them the center of attention while giving them no private time. Despite the lack of time alone, they had a fun day. After lunch, they watched a volleyball tournament. Tim rooted for the team with the girls' whose tits bounced the most. Sandy noticed but only smiled slightly and said nothing. They swam and tanned a little more and by mid afternoon, a group of balloonists arrived and set up tethered flights for the members. They spent some time talking to the crew and had a ride with Gary who also flew airplanes. They managed a more sane conversation about how they got there with someone who understood that surviving an engine failure was not a miracle. The dinner was a communal barbecue and the hot dogs and hamburgers tasted mighty good. By dinner, nudity felt normal but strangely fun. It was fun to be naked with a group of people. Certainly, there were no clues to anyone's station in life based on what they wore. Most of the pretenses were stripped away and the people were friendly. Dennis and Virginia had slowed down a little from hosting the weekend and joined them as they ate their burgers. Both Tim and Sandy were happy to see the couple. They didn't make them feel like they had survived the impossible. "You two having a good weekend?" Dennis asked them. "It's really been fun!" Sandy said with enthusiasm. "I never would have come here but I'm glad I did!" Tim was slightly more circumspect. He had his airplane to get out and a bill to pay, although nothing that really worried him. A slow smile crossed his face. "I always wondered what Sandy looked like naked. You sure let me find out." Dennis chuckled. "Well, I don't know what you think, but I think she looks mighty good with or without clothes." Sandy elbowed Tim with a smile. "So.... Do you like what you see?" A slow smile crossed Tim's face. "I sure do!" Virginia looked at the two of them. "As I recall, Sandy said that you owe her a date or two for seeing her naked. You two are coming to our annual nude day dance aren't you?" Tim pondered that for a moment, and wondered if he could dance a slow dance with Sandy and maintain his... composure. He said with a deadpan face. "I don't know if we can go. Neither of us have a thing to wear." Sandy laughed slightly but Dennis and Virginia only smiled since they'd heard that joke before. "Then wear nothing, you'll fit right in." Virginia said. "You do owe her a date, and we would like your company." Virginia had picked up the fact that they had already crossed the line from student/teacher to lovers. "But I'm warning you, I want a dance with your man." "Only if I can dance with yours." Sandy replied and the two girls smiled at each other. Tim wasn't sure about his reaction, but allowed himself to be led into the large club house. A DJ had already set up for the show and they were getting an early start. As they entered the clubhouse, Virginia pulled Tim aside. She leaned close to him and whispered. "Don't worry, you'll be just fine. And if you're not, no one will say anything." Sandy pulled him to the floor for the first fast dance. He tried not to notice her swaying breasts, but failed. Thankfully the sight of her naked had become commonplace enough not to trigger an erection, just a continual appreciation of her figure. After the second song, they returned to the table with Dennis and Virginia. They sat out one song when a slow song came on. Virginia stood up and held her hand out to Tim. She came into his arms as they began to dance. Virginia leaned close to him and whispered in his ear. "I just thought you might be more comfortable breaking into the slow dance thing with an old broad." He felt the naked woman in his arms, the softness of her skin. She was not trying to be sexual in any way and yet.... "I think you better step on my toe or something! Does that tell you what I think of that old broad comment?" She laughed heartily and stepped on his toe playfully. "Did that help?" Tim was laughing heartily. "It certainly did." He was also no longer thinking any sexual thoughts and his near disaster shrunk back to normal proportions before it had a chance to swell into a problem. The ice had been broken and he felt no problem dancing with Sandy when the next slow song came on. He was wrong! There was a vast difference between dancing with the two women. Sandy danced close. Sandy was his love. Sandy he wanted. Sandy felt the problem arise. "I think I have a problem!" Tim whispered into her ear. "Why? I like it like that!" She giggled at him. "Should I step on your toes?" She laughed heartily. "Virginia told me to step on them if something came up. I don't want to though. I want to make him go down with a different part of my body." "And I want to think about baseball!" "Don't worry baby, you'll score a home run tonight!" She giggled. "You're not helping!" He laughed. "You think baseball will help? Okay. I want to play with your bat and take care of your balls!" Tim started to laugh. "You naughty girl! You're trying to do this to me." "No I'm not!" She protested. "If I was, I'd be rubbing on him like this." She wiggled her belly so that it brushed his erection. They were both laughing and the laughter solved the problem for Tim. But not for Sandy. The feel of his erection against her belly, the knowledge that he wanted her, the feel of his body in her arms was suddenly a sensual thing. Before she had been able to ignore their nudity and it was just a dance. Suddenly she found her thighs wet. When the dance was over, it was Sandy with the problem. She had to excuse herself and go to the powder room to eliminate the traces of the mess she was making. When Tim got back to the table, Virginia leaned over to him. "I told her to step on your foot!" She giggled and he blushed. "Was it that obvious?" "No. Just the way she was behaving. Bad girl! But I think you got her back." Virginia was laughing. When Sandy came back, they both wanted to leave, but Dennis and Virginia convinced them to stay. Dennis even dedicated the whole event to their guests who wanted to come so bad they fell out of the sky. It was early when they left. Still only 9:00 but they had enjoyed two hours of the dance and both of them could stand no more. They wanted each other. The cabin door had barely closed before they mutually attacked. Neither would know who was the first to pounce on the other. The made love with passion. Then they cuddled without speaking. The cuddling led to a long slow tender session. Then they talked. They traded life stories and talked of baseball before she polished his bat and took care of his balls while he returned the favor, making love with laughter and fun. For hours they talked of flying and each other until they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted by their lovemaking and their talking. In the morning, Tim awoke with the sun, and roused his love with soft tender kisses all over her naked body. They made love and then they made love again. They fell back asleep in a tender embrace. It was mid morning when they woke and they made love again. Tim was holding her in his arms and looking into her beautiful brown eyes, content in his love for her. He felt a yearning to have this woman in his life. "Sandy, how much longer do you have on your lease?" "I don't know. Should be about up, soon. Why?" "I was thinking, maybe you should move in with me." Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. Dennis's voice boomed through the closed door. "Sandy? You have a call in the clubhouse. I think it's the mechanic.". "Hold that thought, sexy. I'll be right back." Tim followed her to the clubhouse watching her beautiful ass bounce as she walked. He listened to her side of the conversation. He knew that the mechanic was on the way. He'd be there in about 30 minutes. Dennis had also been listening. "I think a break in the rules is in order. You two can get dressed if you want. At least while you're working on the airplane." Both of them felt the same thing. A touch of regret that the weekend was over, or nearly so. They got dressed and went to the airplane. Sandy helped him take the cowling off the engine. They had just finished when they heard the airplane. The FBO's pretty powder blue and white Cessna 172 Skyhawk made a perfect landing on the grass and taxied back. Airplanes Aren't Supposed to Break There was a disappointed look on the man's face when he got out of the airplane. "Damn, I was hoping to see Sandy naked. Isn't this a nudist resort?" "You shouldn't have called." Tim told him. "She was naked before you warned her. You missed a great sight!" "Just my luck!" He said as he buried his head in the airplane's engine. It only took him a few minutes to find the severed magneto shaft. "I've got one of these back home, but I'm going to have to go get it. Sandy, you come with me? I need a free Instrument lesson." Sandy really didn't want to go and it was Tim's airplane but she felt connected to the situation and the mechanic deserved a perk for his help on a Sunday. "Sure. One free lesson, coming right up." Tim looked at her then pulled her into his arms. "You never answered my question. Will you move in with me?" He whispered the question in her ear. She gave him a mischievous grin. "I'll think it over and have an answer for you when you get back to the airport." Tim waited the slightly over an hour it took the mechanic to fly back and get the spare magneto and fly back. It only took another hour to change it. The engine fired on the first turn of the ignition switch and purred like a kitten. Tim was still a little nervous as he did a more thorough engine check than normal and then blasted off. The mechanic had let him go first and then followed but the faster Skylane left the Skyhawk in the dust. All the way home, Tim could only think of two things, if the engine would hold out until he got home, and if Sandy would move in with him. He had never wanted anything more. These last two days, he had fallen head over heels in love with her. The intensity of his emotion as he flew was almost beyond his ability to cope. The flight was perfect and the engine hummed the whole time. As he lined up for the landing, he saw a figure watching from near the hanger area. He knew it was Sandy waiting for him and his heart beat a little faster. The landing was perfect. He kept the throttle in a little more than usual as he taxied faster than normal toward the hanger and the figure waiting there, anxious for her company, her answer. As he turned into the row of hangers where his was located, he saw her sitting on the hood of his car. He couldn't take his eyes off her as he ran through the engine shut down procedure. As he climbed out of the airplane, he saw something else. Behind his car were four suitcases. His feet barely hit the ground before she was in his arms.