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Aviators

By: EgmontGrigor2011



CHAPTER 1

The recruitment team interviewing applicants to train as co-pilots with Capella Aviation left the youngest guy to last, expecting to ridicule Danny Mortimer (24) who'd just scraped in at the minimum age and yet was claiming 5320 hours as a pilot.

"Are you twenty-four or more like thirty, claiming these amount of flying hours as a licensed pilot?" asked the panel convener.

The curly-haired blond smiled and said he was twenty-four as verified in submitted copies of his birth certificate and passport.

"Ah-ha. Tell me, is this claim of 5320 flying hours the truth?"

"Ah no sir."

"Well that's it, off you go."

"As my submitted log book shows they are my hours flown as a commercial pilot. It occurred to me you'd not be interested in the 2839 hours recorded from the time I first qualified to hold a license to the time I gained my commercial license. Further it ignores the approximate 1700 hours I flew under my father's supervision from the time I was fifteen."

"Good god man, that's incredible."

"Thank you sir. I'm the fourth generation in my Mortimer family to have been a pilot."

The interview proceeded smoothly from that point, Applicant Mortimer describing his experience as a crop-dusting pilot. The submitted papers established that he was qualified in advance aerial navigation and for night flying, was qualified to engage in search and rescue missions and held a basic light aircraft preliminary maintenance certificate.

On that day, applicant Mortimer was one of the eight of twenty-one applicants selected to advance to the next step to demonstrate their flying skills and then proceed on to aptitude testing. 

After the applicants were briefed, with heavy emphasis on safety, they were then given the choice of flying a Cessna Skycatcher or a Cessna Skyhawk to demonstrate their basic ability in performing a set of routine procedures. All chose the Skyhawk and all distinguished themselves as good aviators.

They were then invited to display any special qualities they had and none volunteered.

Selection panel convener Roach Jeffries flicked through some of the sheets on his clipboard.

"Charles is your Pitts S-2A available for Applicant Mortimer to fly? He's rated to fly aerobatic aircraft."

"Yes providing you will guarantee a rebuild or a replacement if anything goes wrong."

"Of course and you'll have that in writing by the time you have briefed Mr Mortimer thoroughly. I don't want him doing anything extreme or flying beyond the airport."

Charlie said that wouldn't allow much scope but Danny said he would just perform two basic moves to display skill including acute concentration.

"You are not to put anyone or any property into jeopardy and that includes yourself young man."

"Understood sir," Danny said to Mr Jeffries.

The others had coffee while Danny received his briefing. 

Charlie Tonks satisfied himself Danny was familiar with the controls and Danny said what he planned to do. He taxied out and waited until receiving clearance. Charlie had phoned the tower and asked for a 15-minute window clear of all other traffic and consent was given.

Danny took off and circled and did a lazy roll and came back 30-feet above the main runway inverted (upside down) for much of the length of the runway and then gained altitude and flew a 'lazy eight" and then landed and taxied into the hangar.

When he returned to where his fellow applicants were gathered he was applauded and Roach Jeffries shook his hand and said, "Well done. Your restraint counts heavily in your favor. You resisted any urge to show off and did exactly when Charlie told me you said you would do."

"On day you really must show me what you can do with my little airplane," said Charlie, also shaking Danny's hand.

As everyone was leaving, an extremely attractive blonde around forty approached Danny and said, "You obviously have soft hands."

Danny looked at her breasts and thought they might react very favorable to soft hands.

She stared at him and said, "Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?"

"Yeah but I also thing you might be a pilot."

"Well you only just escaped being labeled an asshole. Yes I do fly. I familiarize trainees with our company's aircraft. You will be aware they are all turbo-prop short-haul aircraft we fly on our mail and freight routes and for passenger charters. I'm Ronni Mitchell."

"Hi Ronni, I'm Danny Mortimer."

"I know who you are. The assessment team has watched you fly and we have scrutinized your documented record of experience and it is our unanimous decision that you join our senior recruits as from tomorrow and it's your responsibility to fill in any gaps left by your rapid advancement if you wish to graduate with your new class."

"Thanks ma'am."

"Ronni is sufficient. Would you like to invite me to dinner tonight?"

"Will I be flying tomorrow?"

"No."

"Then it would be my pleasure to take you to dinner."

"Fine. I know which hotel you are in. I'll pick you up at 1830 hours. Dress smart casual."

"Yes ma'am. I mean Ronni."

Danny ran to catch up with his colleagues but they had gone. He walked back to the hotel knowing it would take less than an hour, giving him plenty of time to be ready for Ronni. God her tits looked really juicy. 

Danny wondered why laidback Ronni had picked him out. It didn't appear to be a whim. He recalled how smooth she'd been, as if it had been rehearsed. Jesus this could be sort of set-up. She wasn't intending to have sex with him at all. Oh no. 

No his imagination was running away on him. She was probably practiced enough in whatever she did to be smooth and her focus was setting herself up to have sex with him. She probably did this to a guy from every intake and cut a notch on her bra for every success.

Yeah that was it.

Danny sighed and wondered why he was allowing his mind to run away on him like this. It was a total waste of time. Yeah why him? He sighed, well he only had to wait to find out. 

* * *

Danny went out of the hotel at 6:30 and a few seconds later a cab arrived and the rear door opened and Ronni called, "Hi, jump in."

She kissed him as the cab moved off and said she was wearing a suit instead of an evening dress because it was a business dinner. She would brief him in the bar. 

As they chatted she reached for his hand and held it but displayed no emotion and didn't squeeze it. "You have to trust me. This is a business meeting and we are to dine with my father who is chairman of the airline and Dave Mitchell who is head of airline security. You will know we have twenty-eight aircraft. Associated with that is an infrastructure to support an airline larger than that size.

She squeezed his hand, "Would you like sex tonight?"

"With you or your father?"

She laughed and said he was funny. 

"We are going to be asking a lot from you and because I'm reasonably attractive and you are away from home I thought you might like to um, be with me. Tomorrow you'll meet your new associate, Lori Reeves and after that meeting I expect you will have no need for me and that's why I wish to thank you tonight."

"This is very strange."

"I agree Danny but by the time we finish dinner all will be revealed and every piece will fall into place. Oh I'm married."

"I had wondered about that when I felt the two rings on your ring finger."

"Well our security report on you suggests you are a smart cookie. But at the end of the day all this might be a bit of a bore for you so don't think you are being recruited to become an international spy."

"Right I won't. Are you good at sex?"

"Excuse me?"

"I was thinking if I'm to commit adultery it ought to be worth it."

"Oh yes Asshole, I'll not disappoint you."

Ronni then began the briefing. Danny had been identified as a possible recruit to fly special flights carrying high value cargo such as banknotes between banks and gold and diamonds between clients. Naturally everyone involved in such flights had to be trustworthy and receive security clearances. 

"Your clearance came through when you were in the air on your first demonstration flight. I immediately swung into action and advised you at the first opportunity your advance in training would be accelerated. The other special recruit in Lori's intake is unlikely to graduate because his latest health examination indicates a deteriorating eye condition. Therefore it was decided to accelerate you to take his place alongside Lori.

A lean, tanned guy in a white suit approached their booth. Ronni jumped up and introduced the guy to Danny and said she would see them at dinner.

"So our young hotshot who's already flown more hours and many amateur pilots fly in a lifetime eh?"

"Yes Mr Capella," Danny said motioning him to sit and then he waved to a waitress. "Even as a kid I was bored sitting around. I feel I'm at my best when flying."

Lucca ordered ice water and Danny asked for another wine.

"Do you drink much?"

"Not a great deal but I will have a few because I'm not flying tomorrow."

"Who says you're not?"

"Ronni."

Lucca grinned. "Some advice young man...make sure her husband doesn't see you alone with her. He packs a mean punch and also carries a .38."

Danny swallowed but not obviously. 

"That sounds good advice to me Mr Capella."

"So you're not denying outright that Ronni and you have plans for after dinner?"

"No. I see no reason to be forthcoming about it but when challenged by her father I have no reason to be evasive. She's a mature woman, not a child and if she's high up working for you it's obvious you two must maintain a close relationship."

"But she didn't kiss me when I came in, so how close is close?"

"That's when I figured this whole thing was a setup or some sort of test, possibly about trust."

Lucca beamed. "She told me you were one smart cookie and probably fearless."

"And trustworthy?"

"Ronni is also smart. She hasn't known you long enough to feel she's reached any conclusion about that. Are you trustworthy?"

"Pretty well 100% I'd say providing I'm not asked to doing anything illegal."

Lucca frowned. "That's a good answer."

He invited Danny to dine with him, Ronni and her husband. "You are a smart kid Danny. Never entirely expect people to be what you think they are, not even your own mother."

"What's wrong with my mother?"

"How the hell should I know, never having met the woman? I'll tell you something Danny. This Lori you've being teamed with. I reckon you can trust her 98%."

"But not 100?"

"Jesus kid, didn't I just tell you never to entirely trust anyone?"

"Er yes."

It was a pretty dully evening because Lucca did most of the talking. It also started with a jump after Danny was introduced to Ronni's husband Dave and then Ronni sat beside Danny.

"Do you come here often?" he asked Ronni.

"Yes, I like to come often... to this restaurant," she smiled, brushing her hand over his dick.

"Pass me the salt please Ronni."

She had to use the hand that was playing a tattoo on his dick. 

They all watched as Ronni sprinkled some salt into his glass of water that had just been poured.

He drank it and gushed, "Aaarrghh."

They were still staring.

"Salt depletion after a tough workout at the gym last night," he lied rather than say Ronni was provoking him and he'd needed that distraction.

They were just looking away when the stupid bitch Ronni grabbed his arm and felt his muscle. "God you must have a great body hiding under that suit?"

Danny didn't look at her father or husband. God what would they be thinking?

After dinner as soon as Lucca began making noises about going, Danny jumped up and said, "Thanks for the hospitality Mr Capella. I must dash. Bye everyone.

He left not looking at Ronni and as he cab pulled away he heard Ronni shouting, "Hey Danny, wait up."

Half an hour later his phone went but he ignored it and twenty minutes later Ronni began calling and knocking on his door but he pulled a pillow over his head and ignored her. One fuck wasn't worth risking being beaten up and fired.

Next morning Danny went to the hotel room being used as a training room and met the four members of the senior class. The three guys were aged around thirty and the woman, introduced as Lori Reeves, looked younger. The brunette Lori was attractive and appeared to be athletic, judging by the way she moved and stood so straight.

Once accepted for training, students paid $1000 toward the cost of their first week's course and if advanced paid $2000 toward the cost of their more intense second-week course. Their suitability for full acceptance as new pilots for the company would then be assessed, the applicants aware that acceptance could be as low as 15% of graduates. After being advised of his elevation, Danny was required to pay only $1000 for beginning the senior 21-day course seven days after it had commenced. 

Danny was assigned to sit next to Lori. Their knees touched and she pulled away as if she'd just been struck.

Jesus.

"I've been briefed about you Asshole. You mistreat women."

Who the hell could have told her that lie? "Who told you that crap?"

"Mrs Ronnie Mitchell, director of recruiting, training and personnel welfare."

Danny snorted and said sell Lori wouldn't need to worry. She was so up herself she could expect no attention from him.

Lori moved her chair six inches farther away from him.

Next morning Lori was paired to fly with Danny.

As they walked out to the two-seater Skycatcher training aircraft he said, "You take the first flight."

"I tried to avoid flying with you but Mrs Mitchell said you needed the benefit of my experience to get with through the course. She offered me the use of this aircraft to fly home next weekend."

"Ah and that was sufficient incentive to buy your off."

"Asshole."

Lori exhibited total competence as she took off and keeping over farmland climbed in a lazy corkscrew to 7000 ft. as instructed in the pre-flight briefing.

As they reached that height the engine of the small airplane began to vibrate significantly.

"We've blown a piston or done in the crankshaft," Lori said, remaining relatively calm.

"Kill the motor."

"What?" she yelled into her microphone above the increasing engine noise.

"Kill the motor NOW."

She did that and maintained trim.

"Want me to take over?"

"No," she said firmly but I'd appreciate consultation. "I need to report our situation."

"Do that."

Lori called 'Mayday, mayday" and reported to the tower they appeared to have a major engine problem and were in gradual spiral descent. 

Their position was confirmed and Lori was told the air space was being cleared.

She was asked was she alone or did she have a co-pilot.

"Fellow student Danny Mortimer is with me."

"Oh Lori, this is your lucky day having Danny with you."

Lori said she did not understand the comment.

The controller laughed and said she was flying with a real Ace.

Lori snorted and accelerated their rate of gliding descent.

"Sky Blue Baby come in. This is Ronni Mitchell calling."

"Sky Blue Baby acknowledging. This is Lori Reeves Mrs Mitchell."

"Lori he's no Asshole. Will explain later. Please hand over the controls. You'd be a fool not to place your landing in the hands of a pilot who began flying when you were in your senior year at high school."

"What is this, a conspiracy?"

"Lori, we want you two down here alive and our airplane back in one piece. Do it Lori."

The next comment recorded was played on TV that night during a report of the incident.

"Okay Hot Shot, you are in control. Kill me by crashing and I'll kick your ass."

"Capella Tower, this is Danny Mortimer, in control of Sky Blue Baby giving a situation report. We have a couple of knots breeze from the north so will make a landing from the south. Please have emergency units on standby. We might be able to make a power landing. Our engine began to vibrating and the revs fluctuated wildly. Temperate gauge went almost off the clock but Pilot Reeves shut down the engine. Perhaps it's contaminated fuel. The engine is cooling so we are gliding in a gently spiral to prolong the cooling and I'll restart the engine as we are about to touch down to eliminate risk apart from the engine blowing up of course. We hope the 0-200D being horizontally opposed would blow sideways anyway and leave us intact. Over."

"This is Capella Tower. Status report received. We have you in visual. Report any problems. Good luck. Over and out."            

Danny partly removed his headset and motioned to Lori to do the same.

He said, "Sorry about this."

"It's okay. Mrs Mitchell will know more than I know. How many emergency landings have you had?"

Danny said three. One on a runway and two on cow pastures.

"And how many years have you been flying regularly?"

"Nine years, since I was fifteen. All up I've flown more than 11,500 hours."

"Omigod but the point is, are you any good?"

"Other females have told me I am."

Lori giggled.

"What is Mrs Mitchell going to tell me after we land."

"I won't spoil a good story."

"God you men are all the same. Always keen to deny women information."

"Yeah, yeah. Oh look, there are three fire trucks and two body wagons waiting for us like vultures. Oh by the way I admire your calmness. No wonder you have been picked... um."

"Picked for what?"

"Mrs Mitchell will tell you. Don't indicate you know."

"I bet it's to team with you, with you in charge."

"Now that is just speculation. Do you fuck?"

"God you are so juvenile. Um thanks for noting I remained calm. Could you note that in your incident report?"

"Yeah of course."

"Thanks. Um if you make me really like you,  perhaps you'll get really lucky."

"Sky Blue Baby calling Capella Tower."

"Capella Tower receiving."

"We are calm here. Beginning the final turn to prepare for landing. Will fire the engine to assist with the landing. We are not a glider. Thank god this aircraft has big wings and a light engine. Over and out.

"Message received by Capella Tower. Everyone here anticipates a copy book landing."

Danny fired the motor.

"I feel the slight lift. Good listen to that clanking," Lori said. "Get her down, engine temp is climbing fast."

As soon as they leveled and touched down Danny cut the motor and gingerly worked the brakes, being in no hurry to stop the powerless airplane.

They stopped.

Lori said loudly into her headset, "Good work Danny. I don't even think I need to change my pants. You're a darling getting me home safely. Danny Mortimer, glider pilot."

Danny watched the tow vehicle swing in front of them and back towards them carefully.

"Okay babe, let's go. I suppose we should file a dual report."

"Let me kiss you my elite pilot."

They rode back on a fire truck to the terminal building where the small crowd standing outside waved and clapped.

"Oh Christ, there's the media. You do the talking baby. It was your flight."

Lori faced the media.

"It was nothing really. If we were in a truck with engine failure we'd just pull to the side of the road. Being at 7000 in a heavier than air aircraft presents a little more of a problem. Fortunately Pilot Danny Mortimer has flown more than 11,000 and he was in his element when handed the controls while I was almost wetting myself."

"Huh, Lori was ice calm," Danny said. "But she weighted up my longer experience in the air against her hours and decided I was the best shot to get us down. That's the good decision-making pilots need to exercise. Oh she also prudently added incentive, saying if I got her down safely I could date her."

Lori laughed and grabbed Danny and kissed him. The media camera people just loved that.

After they filed separate reports as requested, Lori went to Ronni Mitchell's office. 


Aviators



As an aviator, I have a certain set of characteristics. I have both genders of genitalia, I have wings, and I have relatively light bones. The latter two mean I can fly with ease on my home planet Col. The former means I can get pregnant and also impregnate.

Contrary to the rigid gender boundaries of Earth, everybody on Col made a practice of being genderqueer. Even if you were pregnant, you could wear a man's suit. If you were ripped, nobody would bat an eye if you decided to show off your muscles in a skimpy minidress.

On this planet, several times the size of Earth, there is a population of our species, called Aviators. Humanoid organisms with wings. We have mostly human properties, we have the same vaginal and phallic systems, same facial feature variety, same body shape minus the wings. The only thing, really, that's different about us is pregnancy.

Aviators have 12 month pregnancies. The process doesn't go from conception to implantation in uterine wall to growth to birth like humans do. Rather than that, we have a longer and more complicated process.

In the event of sexual intercourse where the penis ejaculates into the vagina, the sperm will seep into the uterus and fertilize the two eggs lying there in the uterus. When these eggs are fertilized, a few things happen that set off reactions for pregnant hosts.

First the two eggs are replaced. Aviators don't experience periods, the eggs are just replaced as soon as the former ones are fertilized. The release of the new eggs is accompanied by the beginning of hormone release to the mother. These hormones are distributed around the affected parts of the body, and, in periods of sleep, activate.

That activation is what shows pregnancy. As aviators give birth to fully grown eggs that hatch on exposure, the eggs form immediately. Hard shells form inside the uterus and grow rapidly, the twins (As aviators always give birth to twins) are inside the eggs as the shells grow. By the time the mother wakes up for the first time after conception, their stomach will be fully sized. Also in the first night, breasts develop. Usually larger than average human ones.

After the eggs are grown, the babies develop inside them for the first 8 months. The systems in the babies' body start working independently at 10 months. Incubation of the eggs usually starts somewhere around 48-50 weeks.

Incubation means minimal exposure to the outside world, but more than there would be in the uterus. It's painless for both a baby and the mother, but puts the mother in a highly volatile state. It's basically partial labor, the eggs, about the size of cantaloupes, sit in the birth canal for up to 5 weeks. Doctors recommend that the mother be bedridden for this time, though the father should remain attentive as sex drive takes a massive hike during this stage.

My name is Will, my husband's name is Gregory. His nickname is Gray. We're both Aviators. Recently, we've talked about having kids, we've been married for 5 years now. He's the 'Man' in the relationship, though sometimes we tip the scales.

One day, I was at home, after finishing my duty for the day of teaching college kids. Gray came through the door of our nice apartment. He was a love and sex doctor, he dealt with everything from gynecology to labor to marriage counseling. He was paid well. It was 7 at night, we'd both had dinner. 

"Hey baby." I said to him, and we kissed. 

"Hey hon." Gray said back to me.

"So, do you want to try again tonight? You know I'm prepared to start with this pregnancy thing, we just have to keep trying. I'll be carrying soon enough." I knew that the first part was true, I wasn't so sure about the second part. I had a wardrobe full of maternity wear and large cup bras to resort to if I ever woke up with a pregnancy.

"Sure, we can try again. Go on upstairs, get yourself ready, I'll be up soon." Gray cooed with enthusiasm. I walked upstairs, not before getting a good look at him first. He was wearing his usual three quarters buttoned white shirt with nothing underneath, and black pants with converse shoes.

I went upstairs and shed my casual shirt and tie, khaki pants. Depending on whether I came in with a dress or suit wear, I'd be called Mrs. MacIntyre or Mr. MacIntyre. Under my pants, I wore blue panties with openings on my ass, taint, and a hole that I stuck my cock through to sway free.

I lay on our bed, which had pillows at both ends. I positioned my arms over the edge and my chin on the edge, lying on my belly.

"Are you decent?" asked Gray from the other side of the closed door.

"No." I chuckled, and he came in. Wearing similar panties to mine in red, he stepped in and stood proud by the door, about 5 feet away from me. I smiled, watching him come and lie down on his back next to me. I moved myself on top of him, our cocks touching, though his was larger. He grinned at me, and I fell into a deep, passionate tongue kiss with him.

"God, you're good at this." Gray said, kissing me and caressing my back.

"Taught by the best." I said, smiling at him and running my hands down his sides. I kissed his mouth again, then his jaw, then I lingered by his neck, kissing the side down to his shoulders, then to his chest, nipples, abs...

One thing I forgot to mention about my husband: He has some of the best muscles you'll ever see. He's kind of like a human-height hulk. I pressed my lips up against each and every inch of his chest and his six pack, my hands stroking softly down his sides. 

I slowly licked the rivulets between his abs, trailing my tongue down his stomach until finally, after persistent moans from Gray, I slowly took hold of the base of his dick and ran my tongue slowly up the enormous and wide shaft to the tip, kissing the top of the head before letting it into my mouth.

I held the mushroom head in my mouth as I slowly rotated, using his cock as the axis. Soon enough, my slight chub was hanging over his muscles, my cock inches from his mouth. He pulled my hips down, and Gray stuck his tongue between my cunt lips. I moaned, my hands laying on the fabric of his panties. 

I put my mouth back on his cock, slowly massaging the head over and over with my tongue. After I decided he had moaned enough, I started to descend the shaft, and I felt the head of his dick pass my gag reflex, which I managed to restrain well (From experience) as I took a deep breath and let it down my throat. He got most of the way there before I choked a little, let it out and went back in, finally feeling the slut's satisfaction of his cunt on my nose.

I kept on going, as did Gray, his tongue descending deeper and deeper into me. I moaned in ecstasy, licking his cock as best I could with it so deep in my throat. I finally gave up, motioning to Gray that his time for fertilization was now.

Gray put me on my knees, and he paused as I got comfortable with my ass up, leaning my front half on the foot of the bed. He came up behind me and pushed into my pussy slowly, listening to my moans as he pushed. I felt him fill me up with his cock, my insides in sensory overload. 

Gray bottomed out and retreated, starting to thrust. I felt a light pain, crying out as he moved in and out. Greg slowed down a little, but he sensed that it was only minor and kept on going. I felt his head hit my g-spot over and over, and I came incessantly. I moaned endlessly, finally Gray came as much as my pussy.

His seed filled me up as my lips continued to pulsate, in total ecstasy as semen inundated my uterus. It stopped flowing, he pulled out. He smiled at me and I kissed him, and we lay down under the covers. I fell asleep with him cuddling up behind me, his hands on my panties and his arms around the bottom of my chest.

----

Gray's POV

The morning after that wild night, I woke up and rolled out of bed. I went into the next room, where we kept our clothes. Without a look back at him, I put a black and white horizontal striped dress on, one of those strapless ones that stop at your knees and hug you tight all the way down. I walked out of the house and spread my gray wings, flying down to work.

I landed softly on the employee bay of the building. It didn't really have a name, just a series of different compartments of the same business. There were a few floors, the underground level was medical equipment for scans and also surgery, the main floor was the lobby and the clinic, serving largely as on-demand OBGYNs and doctors of the reproductive system. The second floor was therapy and psychology, the third was the maternity ward and the incubation hall, the fourth was management and conference rooms and other things like that.

As soon as I touched down and opened the door, my assistant came up to me with my long gray lab coat.

"Dr. MacIntyre, you have two appointments at the clinic today, you're on call for delivery starting just after lunch, then at 3 you're doing a follow up for a maternity patient and a psych appointment at 5. You're off duty at 6."

"Thank you Mary." I said, taking the clipboard from her and walking swiftly down to the clinic.

----

"Hello. I'm Dr. Greg MacIntyre, you can call me Price or Gray." I said to the second clinic appointment patients. The first one had been uneventful, just a mom who had a kid with an extraordinarily stuffy nose.

"Hi, I'm Georgia and this is my wife Kayleigh." said the woman sitting on the examination seat next to her wife. They were obviously both heavily pregnant.

"Georgia and I are coming in because the doctors said we needed to get examined every few weeks." said the second woman, hands on belly.

"Okay, can you tell me what stage you're at?" I said to them. Georgia proclaimed her eggs had moved just after her last checkup 4 weeks ago, Kayleigh said hers were still cooking. I put the probes in and turned on the ultrasound machines. Another nurse came and helped me, holding and guiding the probes as I looked at the ultrasounds.

"You both seem to have fairly healthy babies. Shouldn't be much of an issue. Georgia, stay in bed, Kayleigh, keep on going until your eggs move." I said, with an air of proclamation. They got their clothes on and left.

----

Will's POV

I woke up around 7:30, realizing it was probably half an hour since Gray had left. I stretched for a moment and stood up, promptly falling over on to the ground, followed by giggles of excitement.

I looked down at my abdomen and the view of my swollen belly was obscured by that of my large breasts. I stood up and gained my balance back, walking to the closet and shuffling through the clothes. I picked out a dress, awfully skimpy even for my taste. It was white, no straps and no legs, pretty much, stopping just below my ass. I put a strapless bra on to hold my new chest up.

A black strapless bra and a black thong covered my most private bits, then I put the dress on along with some white flats. I waddled down the stairs and grabbed my leather jacket, the one that stopped just below the top of that strapless dress and had full length arms.

I picked up the keys and walked outside, got into the Mercedes E class estate, and drove myself to the college. It was 945 when I walked in, nodding to several of my students and colleagues as I passed them. I finally reached the class I was teaching at 10 that day, Erotica 101.

Now, this may not have sounded like a real class, but it certainly was. I taught people how to write romance, write sex, draw figures, draw sex monsters that really look like they're fucking their satiated captives to oblivion.

This class was long, a full 3 hours. I used the first one to review drawings, the second one to paint based on a model, the third one to freelance.

"Good morning class. You all know who I am, but if you're not intelligent enough to realize the change, then get out of Mrs. MacIntyre's Erotica 101 class." A few students laughed.

"Take out your projects from the other day, or any project you started more recently. I'll be coming around to look at each one of your most recent works." I dictated to the class. At least half the students took out paper and drawing materials, the first row took out computers with Word documents written out on them. I approached the first student.

"Alex, what do you have?" I said, looking into his eyes. He turned the computer around with a tan-skinned hand and said to me,

"It's a story about a man with no vagina that is satiated with food, then done up the ass by an alien." he said. That sentence sounded normal to me. I read it over, suggesting he make some changes and explain the gain and the aliens. 

I moved quickly through the story writers, one wrote a shoddy group sex story, one wrote one with barely any non-pornographic details at all, one wrote an expertly executed Mpreg story.

I stopped and went through some pictures. I gave some shadowing and detail directions to people who had drawn gang bangs, threesomes, gainer stories, and transsexual stories.

I also commended a guy who took a manly figure,with a large beer belly and a lot of hair, and painted him in a minidress and gifted with incredibly large breasts as well as the subtraction of his cock altogether, the viewpoint of him on all fours fucked without mercy by some multi-cocked devil very skilled.

"For today, the story that shined out the most was Joseph's Mpreg, the best picture was Mr. Price's genderqueer bottom. Now, for the second hour. Your assignment is to paint off a nude or scantily clad model, you can use any person or persons in this room or a representation from the internet. Your choice, class, what would you like to do?" I said, standing up by the big computer screen.

One very bold student took a set of anal beads, spaced 1 inch apart and each about 4 inches in diameter. I looked at him quizzically, and he offered them to me and said,

"I want to paint you, while you use these." My quizzical expression changed to shock, shaking my head.

"Oh, no..."

"Any person or persons in this room. I could help you if you so desire." said the guy. Many students agreed, requesting that I be the model.

"Fine. But your grades will plummet if you fail to represent properly." I say, smiling. I put a table in the front of the room, big enough for me to lie on. I took off my dress and my flats, followed by my bra. The panties had holes for my cock and ass, so I was going to retain some dignity. 

I put my flats and my dress on the floor, lay sideways on the table. I brought my upward knee as close to me as I could, stretching the other one out. I picked up the beads and pushed one in. I knew that there were more than I could take on this string, and I felt a pang of pain as I pushed the huge ball into the place where the sun don't shine (Except when Gray and I are in Hawaii), so I managed three before quitting. The rest hung off the side of the table.

I sat there, literally for a full 45 minutes, before the first guy finished. He represented pretty well. Over the next 5 or 10, they all gradually drew to a close, we did some more work, and then class ended at 1. I got into the car and drove to the burger place for some lunch, then I went home.

----

Gray's POV

At 12:30, the maternity ward paged me and told me I was on duty. I went upstairs to just outside the delivery room, waiting in latex gloves for some guy to come through with eggs practically bursting out of him. I waited, wondering why Will hadn't called, but I decided to leave him on his own.

Around quarter til, two doctors came around the bend pushing a hospital bed. On the hospital bed, there was a guy. He was clutching his stomach with one hand, holding a breast in the other. The doctors nodded at me and I walked into the delivery room.

I pulled off his gown and the doctors lifted him in to the labor bed. I pulled down the stirrups and put his legs in them, he held his hairy, sweaty stomach in pain as I adjusted the naked soon-to-be-mom's body in the chair. I pulled the stirrups apart enough to see the guy's bourgeoning pussy.

(Here starts the actual birth scene, the scene will end with a hyphen line)

"How are his vitals?" I asked, pushing the scope arm into him. The eggs were perhaps fifteen minutes from exposure, twenty minutes from cracking. It had to happen in that order or he'd need surgery.

"BP's fine, heart rate okay, I can't get a current reading on the stats for the infants." said one doctor, pushing some morphine to take the edge off the pain.

"Augh, I feel like I'm being split in two!" said the man, clutching his belly.

"I'm not going to lie, buddy, it's gonna get worse." I said, making no effort to reassure. "Opening is 2 centimeters, doctors, how big are these things?" I asked, contemplating how hard this'd be.

"Eggs are oblong, 30 centimeters long and 15 centimeters in diameter."

"Jesus. Okay, they're in movement." I proclaimed. Pressing the skin down above his cock, I could feel the tip of the first egg. "Dilated to 5 centimeters. This thing is coming out the easy direction, right?" I said. Some people can open up to extreme widths, but nobody can do 30 centimeters.

"First one is arrow straight, second one is at an angle but not close to perpendicular. He'll have to open to maybe 18." said the doctor observing his body. looking for specific signs of stress.

"Dilation at 10 centimeters. This thing is coming and it's coming fast." I said. I could see the egg coming out. "Dilation at 12 centimeters, partially out but not there yet." I could touch and grab hold of the egg, but its smooth edges made it so I couldn't grasp and pull. Suddenly the egg retreated and the lips closed again.

"Guys, he has to push." I said. This was not going to be easy. The guy pushed, struggling. He just had to get one big push and the first one would be gone. 

Ten minutes later, after much struggling, the first egg was just about there.

"You have to give one more big push for the first one." I said to the guy, and he obliged. Much groaning and whining ensued, finally the egg popped out and I grabbed it, handing it to the doctors. "Incubation." I said, they immediately put it in the incubating hold next to the bed.

"Okay, now for the next one. Looks like since you moved around like that, it's back on track. This one is a little smaller, shouldn't be so difficult." The guy pushed, and the second one was just about out like that. "One more, man!" I said. He gave it one big push.

The eggs hatched open twenty five minutes later.

---

The follow-up and the pysch appointment went off without a hitch, I put my jacket away, said goodbye to my assistant, and left. As I was flying home, I got a call from Will.

"Hey honey. Coming home?" He said.

"Yeah, just flying now." I answered.

"I have a surprise for you when you get home." he said.

"Oh really? Can I have a clue?" I asked.

"Nope." he said, teasing. "That's the point, it's a surprise."

"You're such a tease. Fine. See you when I get home."

---

Hey!

I wrote this way back in October the first time, then I changed it around after Literotica rejected it three times for being too long and not formatted properly. You can read the guidelines, you know. 

So I gave up on it, but then rekindled it right around the start of the second week of June. I'm not even halfway through the original story I wrote, so expect further expansions in the coming weeks. I am going to go do camp counseling, though, so don't expect much for all of July.

Hope you had fun reading it. Remember, feedback is like crack for us writers, so please write a comment or suggestion or question in the comment box, I'll try to get a response as soon as I can!

Stay horny, readers!

The Illuminaughty



Aviators



Ronni had been waiting for them when they completed their emergency landing and had hugged them both and had whispered to Lori to come to her office when they had filed their joint reports.

"Oh hi Lori. Are you okay?"

"Yes it was pretty much routine. It's something you expect will happen in your career as a pilot... but only once."

"Yes quite."

She then told Lori about why Danny had been pushed into the senior induction class and why the company wanted Danny and her to team to look after flights requiring high security.

"Yes that would interest me, providing I was named the senior pilot. I've been with the company three months longer than Danny."

Ronni sighed and scratched her blonde hair behind the right ear and appeared to be in deep thought.

"Well I suppose we can have you two sit aptitude and aviation knowledge tests and then have a fly-off competition involving circuit racing, aerobatics and..."

Lori sighed and said, "I accept the decision. But Mrs Mitchell you can't criticize me for pushing."

"No I can't and I would have been disappointed if you hadn't challenged the decision. If you must know Ronnie edged you out in every category in security checks."

"That can't be so."

"Oh but it is dear. Your one blemish is when you fell out with your mother when you were fourteen and stole her heirloom necklace. She had to report the apparent theft to the police for insurance purposes and when the police investigated you confessed."

"Oh god that is correct. And no doubt the similar investigation returned a clean sheet for Wonder Boy?"

"It sure did. Now dear I have a confession to make. I must retract what I said to you about Danny. I lied when I alleged he mistreats women..."

Lori found Danny in the café, having finished a light meal. She sat beside him and they watched one of the company's Cargomasters take to the air.

"Thanks again for what you did today. You remained in complete control throughout and took the correct option. My instinct was to try to get down in a dive and land as quickly as possible. It would have been the wrong decision as it turned out."

"Well at least you reached a decision. You have now learned in a crisis to don't snatch at a decision without thinking about possible alternatives."

"Yes and I admit that."

"Just don't tell anyone huh? You are a student and you didn't proceed with a bad decision and you have learned a big lesson."

"You may rat on me if you wish."

Danny grinned. "God girl, that's taking a risk. You have been told I mistreat women."

"Ronni has just withdrawn that statement. She told me she'd reacted baby because you turned her down. I wish to apologize."

"Apology accepted."

Lori sniffed and banged down her coffee cup.

"I want you to sleep with me tonight."

"No it's fine. Your apology was sufficient."

"But I want to give you more."

He looked at the circling aircraft.

"Forget it. You are feeling remorseful. Did Ronni brief you about the plans the company has for you and me."

"First choice to pilot high security flights, yes."

"And?"

"I jumped at the opportunity."

"And?"

Lori blushed.

"I challenged their choice of senior pilot... and minutes later accepted their choice."

Danny smiled and standing, messed her hair and said, "It took guts to tell me that and I respect you for that. Bye, I'll see you in class in the morning. My old class has invited me to join them for dinner."

"Oh."

CHAPTER 2

The Stage 1 class and the tutors joined the handful of parents and friends attending the completion of the Stage 2 class, all six had graduated.

At the end of Lucca Capella's brief speech, the certificates were presented to five of the six graduating students.

Lucca then said, "One of our induction graduating students is missing because he is about to perform for us all. He's graduating student Danny Mortimer whom I can confidently suggest is perhaps the best pilot at this base."

Lucca nodded and his daughter Ronni radioed, "Take her away Danny."

The noisy engine of Charlie Tonks' Pitts S-2A performance aircraft sounded and it took to the air.

Charlie took over the microphone.

"This remarkable student began flying at the age of fifteen and as soon as he was old enough to get his commercial license, Danny gained experience as a crop-duster and before long was building a big reputation for his flying ability under demanding conditions and to be able to deliver his load where it was supposed to land. He then received aerobatic training. That was some years back and the final maneuver you'll see is something my aircraft has never been put through before."

Charlie described the warm-up maneuvers and then Danny let it rip, doing a Cuban Eight and then a Hammerhead stall turn and he finished with the spectacular tail slide known as The Bell. 

The crowd of watchers, now including maintenance and admin personal at the base, held their breath as Danny, from level flight, began The Bell with a quarter loop up into a straight vertical climb (at full power) until the aircraft lost momentum. When the aircraft stopped climbing, Danny maintained the aircraft in a stand-still position as long as possible, and as it started to fall to the ground backwards, tail first, the nose dropped through the horizon to a vertical down position into a dive. He performed a roll in the longitudinal axis during the final quarter loop while recovering to level flight. 

With the crowd applauded, he dropped the aircraft to the runway in a slow touchdown at no more than 100 mph and because of poor cockpit visibility taxied in a see-saw approach to the hangar turnoff.

Danny entered the café and was greeted with shouts and received handshakes.

He joined Lori who, with an arm around his back possessively, introduced him to her parents, Claude and Irene, and her younger sisters Meg and Lacey.

Lori was astonished when her mom jumped to her feet and kissed Danny and laughing said she'd have to remember never to fly with him. Her mom was flirting with Danny, something she never did. In fact she usually exhibited considerable wariness when Lori introduced her to a new boyfriend. Now both Lacey and Meg were asking Danny to sit by them. Lori glanced at her father was surprised to see him grinning.

What the hell was going on here?

"I can't sit with you pretty girls unless Lori sits on my knee, otherwise she'll be jealous.

God now he was flirting with her sisters.

"Sit by me pal and be safe," laughed her father.

"God I need a drink," Lori wailed. Her father tossed her a fifty and said to also get everyone a drink. He'd have a beer.

"Vodka Martini," said her mom. 

"Coke please darling," said the pin-up boy. 

Jesus, what did he just call her? Lori felt a huge blush race down into her shirt front.

"Coke," said the girls, who always wanted orange juice.

When Lori returned with the tray of drinks she saw Ronni Mitchell talking to her family, and it obviously was about the recent drama.

"We didn't tell us about this dramatic emergency," accused her mom.

"Well there wasn't much drama for us apart from experience flying an aircraft without engine power for much of the time."

"Ronni were they in danger?" Irene demanded.

"Yes to a degree but they were in the right kind of airplane for that kind of drama. It's light and big-winged with good visibility."

"You know I don't like your flying," Irene said to Lori.

"Yeah well you've had five vehicle accidents and I've had none and only one flying incident in the three years I've been flying. So what does that tell you?"

"Cut it out guys," Claude drawled. "You two have been down that track many times and always without a result."

"Mom flying an airplane is safer that being in front of a woman driving a sit-on lawnmower for the first time."

"Thank you Lacey for your irrelevancy," Irene said icily.

Ronni walked off laughing and the family settled, much to Lori's relief. She still hadn't gotten over Danny calling her darling and within hearing of her family.

Danny's phone went and he walked away from the table to take the call.

"Hi it's Ronni. They are a lovely family. You are our top student and I'm offering you Sky Blue Daphne to fly Lori home and perhaps stay the weekend with them. Oh the problem with Sky Blue Baby was fuel starvation leading to the engine to overwork. She is now flying fine following two short test flights."

"Right thanks. I'll call back."

"That was Ronni giving me an aircraft for the weekend as a reward for graduating top student. Also she said the problem with Sky Blue Baby has been traced back to fuel starvation."

"Ah placing pressure on the engine, causing it to overheat, not that I know much about motors," Claude said. "Why don't you fly Lori and the kids home?"

"Yes please, mom?" they chorused.

Irene winced and said yes. 

Claude and Irene left from home next morning after breakfast and the fifteen and seventeen year olds went shopping with Lori and they left the airport mid-afternoon.

"Right kids I want your sister to fly you home, Not a word about this to your mom and if she asks say you had no idea because the aircraft if fitted with dual controls."

They said okay.

"Mom will get to find out," Lori said. "You don't know our mom."

"Right I'll take control."

"No it will be okay. The girls want to judge my performance."

It was a faultless flight and they circled over the ranch house just as Claude turned off the highway.

"How did you know to time it like this?" asked Meg.

"As pilots we are trained to strive for accuracy in our calculations. I timed our flight to coincide with their ETA allowing for one meal stop and two toilet stops."

"Cor," said Lacey. "And you were great at math at school. Mrs Feldman, who was Miss Adams when she taught you, said you were two to three years ahead of most kids in your class."

"Veronica Adams would never have used the word kids."

"Well she probably did say students."

Lori called the local airport for permission to land.

"This is Sanson Tower. Permission to land, approach from the north to land. You know this field Lori."

"Jimmy, Jimmy Black. You've come back home?"

"Yeah come up to the tower for a chat when you land."

"Jimmy Black is an old boyfriend."

"Thank you Lacey," Lori said firmly.

The girls giggled.

"Nice landing Lori," said Jimmy. "You have others with you. Bring them up. I called your dad but your mom said he's already on the way over."

"Hi Jimmy."

"Hi Danny."

The astonished Lori said, "You two know each other?"

"Yeah Danny was crop-dusting down Alton way and I watched his beautiful flying. When he landed for the day I went over and chatted to him. We picked up a couple of babes and had a great night out, even though he wasn't drinking because he would be flying from dawn next morning."

Lori scowled and her sisters giggled.

"I called mom and told her we had a magnificent flight," said Lacey. "She didn't ask who drove and I didn't tell her."

Lori smiled and said well not to say anything to their father because their mom would worm it out of him.

"Oh Lori, I called your mom and told her you were down safely and had made a perfect landing," Jimmy said. "I thought I was doing the right thing."

"Yes you did and much appreciated Jimmy," Lori said and embraced him as friends do. She walked away a bit and called her mom.

"Hi mom. I'm glad you guys are home safely."

"Yes and how was your flight?"

"Perfect in every respect. The girls loved it. Danny said the girls would want me to fly and so I did, from go to whoa."

"That's okay darling. I trust you to fly your sisters safely. On the way home your father spoke to me firmly about the need for me to let go. I think I can do it. Anyway Jimmy said your aircraft would have dual controls and so that eased my mind a bit. So why are you really calling?"

"To apologize and to ask you to put me and Danny in my bedroom."

"Too late. I've put you both in the guestroom. Your former bedroom is Meg's bedroom these days."

"Thanks mom. I hope you don't mind..."

"For heaven's sake Lori, you are a woman. Who you sleep with is no longer my business. Just make sure your men wear condoms."

"Oh mom, he might not have..."

"I'll leave a couple in the top drawer of the dresser."

"Um could you make that ten?"

"God, what are you, a nymphomaniac? All right."

They laughed and Lori looked out and saw her dad was arriving.

Danny looked across the bed at Lori and said, "No one told me I was to sleep with you."

"If you have a complaint, complain to my mother. She's in charge of sleeping arrangements."

He said he wasn't complaining, that all he'd been seeking was an explanation.

"Anyone who calls me darling sleeps with me," she offered.

"Oh and then who's first? As we left the lounge your father said goodnight darling."

"God you are foul," she flared. "And you twist everything I say."

"That's bullshit," he said, leaping on to the bed and pulling her down and grabbing a breast for the first time, being quite surprised that it was bigger than he'd expected.

They kissed, after clashing teeth and pulling back and both saying they were sorry.

Lori took the opportunity to say, "Please let me go. I must shower to freshen up."

"I like snorting into smelly pussy," he growled and Lori had to soft-bite her arm to soften her excited shriek. Never had any guy spoken to her like that.

She slammed a hand in under his raised belly, he was on his knees, and grabbed over his pants at his dick and felt it growing in her hand.

Omigod that definitely wasn't a small penis; Omigod he was out to push it up her.

Lori became aware her mind was all over the place. Of course she knew this would happened because she'd asked her mom to put them together and her mom had put them together because she'd assumed her daughter and this guy were already doing it, er frequently, very frequently.

He'd lick her pussy and later kiss and tongue her after licking there. Omigod. She could finger herself and suck provided she was warmed up but she wasn't... she wiped her dribbling mouth and was aware she was practically panting and her temperature was up. Omigod she was burning for it; she was hot.

"Let's get this little bastard out and get it in," she growled.

"Little one?" 

God he was complaining again.

She said, "Omigod it's s-o-o-o BIG."

Lori thought that was him purring.

"I'll have to have teeth extracted before I can get this into my mouth," she exaggerated recklessly and he cooed that he had a pal who was training to be a dentist.

Lori looked at him sharply and could see by his stupid grin he knew he was talking shit.

He was now straddling her and she whimpered, "Get my panties off me."

"Nah why waste time," he sniffed and yanked the left leg elastic edging up and back and began sticking his erection into her.

She was ready to scream, knowing how dry she could be at times but lo, it began slipping in and she heard squelching.

Omigod. The excitement had made her dripping wet. He'd think she'd peed.

Lori pushed forward and pulled back much too far and he popped out and he grunted and had to recommence the process of entering her.

She timed her thrust to get in deeper more quickly but he pulled pack and she almost slipped out again. And then she comprehended he was in no hurry to get it all in, that he was actually taking his time to enjoy sinking his hot dick into an even hotter cunt.

Oh, hadn't she long given up using that word.

She grabbed her left breast and squeezed and murmured cunt, cunt, naughty cunt and ... Omigod she jerked into a spasm of small releases.

"Have you just come?"\he called, as if he were in the next room.

"Er yes. Sorry. I got rather sexed up."

"That's okay. You can join me in a later release I hope."

"Buddy I can come heaps of times."

He asked who was Buddy and felt him thicken inside her and for a moment thought he was about to come. He'd certainly held back on his thrusting.

No perhaps he was just resting?

"Jesus that was close," he said. "I almost suffered premature ejaculation."

"I'm sorry."

"No it's okay really. God you are one hot fuck. I'd never picked that. Even your tits are bigger than what I'd expected."

"What about my cunt?"

He appeared speechless and then, "Are you allowed to say that word?"

"To you? I suppose so. I've not been told I can't."

"Wow you are a fucking hottie aren't you? I'll enjoy you talking dirty to me when I'm having a struggle to come into you."

"Come into me. Omigod pull out NOW!"

He did that and asked what was wrong.

She scampered across to the top left drawer of the dresser and it appeared half fill with condoms. She jumped back on to the bed and handed Danny a condom.

"Why?"

"I have no idea where you dick has been implanted. It's called sexual hygiene and you have no idea who has been at me and even if you did you wouldn't have any idea of their state of health."

"Have you been talking to my mother?"

They laughed and she opened the packet and he rolled on the latex protector.

"It's probably too late now," he said. 

She said that could be true but to keep it on because it was easier to clean up.

"But don't you wish me to pull and you watch while I squirt your tits."

"Oooh yes please. I've forgotten to think things through not having much sex since I left college. Gosh there I was banged almost stupid as a freshman before I learned to back off."

After they returned from the bathroom and cuddled, Lori said she hadn't heard Danny mentioned his parents.

"I don't see much of them these days. Dad is a professor at a university in Durban, South Africa, and mom is a librarian at the same university. When dad won that job my two sisters decided to go with them but I was already at college so decided to stay here. I stayed with mom's sister and her family during college breaks but these days I don't have much contact with them either. I've become a loner."

"Is that why you called me darling... because you had no one calling you darling and you felt adrift?

Lori couldn't see his expression because the light was out but she felt him squirm and she smiled.

"Yeah I felt the need to call someone an intimate name and for once it just slipped out. But I'm happy to call you that because you've now allowed me to have sex with you."

"Well you are welcome to keep on doing that."

"Thanks. You're a lovely woman. We should get some shut-eye." 

* * *

The company offered Danny and Lori both a four-year contract and after their probable work schedule for the first year was outlined, Ronni said they could take a couple of hours to consider.

"We only want you if you commit fully."

Lori suggested to Danny they go to the café.

"I can't understand why they want us to commit to four years. Tony and the others told me a few minutes ago they were being offered two-year contracts."

"We both have close to the highest possible security clearances and we were the top two students in our class. Clearly the company has picked us for high security missions."

"Who told you that?"

He looked away.

"I bet it was Ronni. I keep seeing how she looks at you."

He laughed and said Ronni was old enough to be his mother.

"That's rubbish. She's thirty-eight according to her web page so she is fourteen years your senior but not that it matters. You have too much taste to touch a cow like her."

Danny bit his lip and wondered why Lori was rabbiting on like this?

He waited and she said, "I want a two-year contract and in fact I'm not even sure I wish to work here. I don't like night-flying and I don't like..."

"Look, don't bleed unnecessarily. Go and ask Ronni for a two-year contract and tell her you don't want to perform night flying."




Aviators



"I was thinking of doing that."

Lori returned an hour later, white-faced but smiling.

Danny left the other group and sat back at their original table with Lori.

"It's all settled. I'm not taking up a contract."

"Gee that's a shock. Go on." 

"When I suggested a two-year contract, Ronni asked was that what I really wanted to do and I hesitated and said no. She asked me what I really wanted to do."

Lori stopped and looked at Danny apologetic.

"Go on."

She said, "I'm going home. I told Ronni that I wanted to teach people to fly. We talked and she got me to call the flying school at Sanson and I spoke to the owner, Sam O'Connell who taught me to fly."

"Sam and I chatted and I said I wished to gain my CFI to qualify as an instructor and told him what I'd been doing. He said he could prepare me for sitting the exams and I then could come and work for him because he has lost interest in teaching and this would provide the opportunity to extend into the air taxi business up to the lakes and the hiking trails, something he'd been thinking about doing. So mom is on the way to fetch me. I called her and so was so happy that I would be living close to her again if not living at home."

"So this is it?"

"I'm afraid so. Your heart is here whereas my new interest is 300 miles away. Anyway what we have was bound not to last."

"Yeah quite so," Danny lied.

"Perhaps it's for the best. You are rather too sexually demanding for me."

Well that did it for Danny. It was yet another rejection in his life.

"Right I'm off to sign up with the airline. You go and join the others and I'll return to buy your lunch and stay with you till your mom arrives."

"I won't want sex."

"Well who said it was on offer?" Danny said, walking away and not looking back. 

* * *

Ronni looked pleased when Danny entered the office and said he'd come to sign on.

"We'll do that and then I'll take you to lunch and we can hole up for the afternoon at a hotel in the city."

"Ronni you are old enough to be my mother."

He watched the shock climb over her face but offered no apology. He'd said that deliberately to get her off his back before her husband thought about putting a bullet in his back, er given a reason for doing that.

"You rude bastard," Ronni shouted.

"Just because you are mad with Lori screwing up your master plan there is no need to take it out on me."

She seethed but slowly calmed and tossed him the contract.

"You better show it to a lawyer before signing."

"Is it a standard contract?"

"Yes."

"Then toss me a pen."

Ronni picked up the internal phone and called her assistant to come in and witness a signing.

With that done Ronni said, "Lori was meant to share some of the work. Who do you wish to have as back up?"

"No one. Arrange the drops or pickups so they come within my permissible flying schedule."

"That won't be easy. God you spoilt brat. You don't know what you are missing not taking up with me."

"Your husband is a security professional Ronni. It you hand it around there's a good chance he'll know. Exactly how many of your ex-lovers have been beaten up."

"Omigod," Ronni said, turning white.

Danny sat grinning, waiting to be told about what was next for him.

For almost a month Danny underwent advanced training, on one aircraft at a time, with the company's four models of Cessna airplanes, the 162 Skycatcher, 172S Skyhawk, 206 Stationair and the all-freight 208B Caravan (Super Cargomaster).

When that was completed he was asked to name his preference. Danny opted for the turbo Stationair.

He then commence mainly flying cargo and invariably was assigned one of the four standard 206H Stationairs because the one turbo model and was in heavy demand, being the favored aircraft in the fleet for the majority of pilots. The versatile Stationair could carry five passengers plus baggage, have the rear two seats flattened to provide for cargo loaded through the two double doors or have all but the pilot's seat removed to maximize cargo space.

Many of the passengers were hunters or salespeople with bulky demonstration products and before long it was noted return clients were asking for 'that bright and breezy guy, Danny someone'.

On one delivery flight Danny had one of the company's senior pilots, Fleur Davis, to collect from an airport eight-seven miles farther on. She hadn't arrived and her phone was switched off and so he waited outside the terminal.

After twenty-minutes a woman came running, her chestnut hair flowing and she climbed in apologizing.

"Sorry for lateness, I'm Fleur Davis. Thanks for waiting."

"Anything for a lady."

She eyed him and laughed.

"I was entering the terminal and witnessed a delivery van ram into the back of a police vehicle. The second cop grabbed me as the only witness. The driver of the van was obviously drunk and borrowed my phone to talk to his company. Both cops went to arrest him and he threw my phone on to the road and a bus flattened it. The cops then sat me in the front seat of their immobilized car while waiting for a sergeant to arrive to take over. He arrived with a stenographer and I then had to sign my statement and have it witnessed by an airport official. It was worth waiting because it means I won't have to return as a witness."

"A bad hair day eh?"

"You're funny. What's your name?"

"Oh sorry, Danny Mortimer. Weren't you told?"

"No. Well can you fly?"

"I got here didn't I?"

"Danny, listen to me. You are a recent graduate whereas I'm a senior pilot. You answer me with respect rather than flippantly."

"Righ Mrs or Miss Davis. Either you get off your high horse or get out and find your own way home."

"How dare you. I'm Mr Capella's niece."

"You have sixty seconds to apologize or get out."

The 'lady' called him a fucking cunt.

Danny felt his ears burn, but kept his cool and said thirty-seconds.

Then he said five and Fleur said, "I apologize. I was out of order. I promise to behave."

"Thank you Mrs Davis." 

"It's miss but call me Fleur. I must say you coped with my tantrum magnificently. I came home for the funeral of my favorite aunt and uncle killed in a road accident, my father collapsed at the funeral but appears to be okay, my mother damaged their car by driving into the garage workbench when taking us home from the funeral and then being witness to an accident impeded me in getting to you on time."

"You've had a tough time you poor lady."

Fleur sniffed and said she was no lady and smiled at him.

Danny started the engine and called the tower and awaited instructions.

The take-off was perfect, according to the book, and he thought with Senior Pilot Davis, niece of the airline chairman and used to throwing her weight around, he should fly conservatively.

Eighty minutes after take-off, Fleur who'd been napping stirred and looked down.

"We are coming to a small town where my grandparents run the country store. Would you like to buzz them?"

"No our rules prohibit that."

"Oh I won't tell."

"Don't be naughty Fleur and please don't sulk."

She sighed and said he was so mean but asked, "Do you want to come to dinner tonight?"

"What with you and your boyfriend?"

She said she had no one at present.

"With or without the promise of sex?"

"Without of course."

"Okay."

She looked at him.

"What?"

Fleur said she thought her answer would have put him off.

"Why you are free to be able to choose who you have sex with?"

She laughed and said she was beginning to think he really was a nice young man.

"Have you been talking to my mother?"

She laughed and that's when Danny became interested in screwing Fleur. She had a bit of bounce, a touch of naughtiness, appeared to be very interesting and laughed. He liked to fuck women who laughed. Nice young man huh?

"Tell me about yourself Fleur."

Fleur was born thirty years ago twenty miles from the Capella Airport where her parents still lived on their flower farm. She qualified as a nurse and had a young doctor as a boyfriend who began training as a student pilot but became so committed that he couldn't continue with flying. She'd flown an aircraft several times when her Uncle Lucca went aloft to keep up his flying hours. The school allowed her to take over her boyfriend's place on payment on a hundred bucks enrolment fee.

After gaining her commercial license she entered Capella Aviation's induction course and on graduation joined the company as a commercial pilot four years ago.

"So you love flying?"

"Of course and always will."

"Why?"

She looked surprised. "That's the sort of question a woman would ask. Men don't bother being that inquisitive."

He waited and she answered.

"Flying is an art, flying leads one into the incredible feeling of immense space, I enjoy the bird's-eye sights, the cloud formations, the weather changes and, well I guess the feeling in being in the sky which was meant to be unreachable for mankind. And you, you are one of our most recent recruits and... Omigod."

"What?"

"Oh, I now remember your name and back at the airport I arrogantly asked if you could fly. I feel so embarrassed. The day you performed that incredible tailspin in Charlie's high performance Pitts sports aircraft, I was one of those waiting to fly out once the airspace was declared open again."

"I don't mind you being embarrassed."

She laughed and said why should he.

"So that's why you didn't drop down to buzz my grandparent's store, you felt no need to impress and you do fly by the book?"

"Yeah correct on both counts. Twice I came close to grief showing off when I was a student. I shook it off the first time but the second time I knew it simply wasn't worth the risk and any incident could damage me and my intended career."

Fleur asked why he had taken to the air.

"My dad had an old Piper and taught me to fly. It was the only time I had dad completely to myself and I loved seeing forever and feeling real freedom. These days I'm a bit of a loner and when flying solo above clouds I..."

"....feel that you are in your element."

"Yes and I like the way you think."

"How old are you?"

"I turn twenty-six next week. Don't worry about the age gap."

Fleur turned away and said she wasn't worried. She just wanted him to know, that's all.

"So you are thinking about having sex with me?"

She blushed and looking straight at him said, "I've thought about it. Do you have to be so embarrassing?"

Danny checked the instruments and looked out his side window without answering.

He heard her sigh and grinned.

As they approached for landing, having just gained clearance, he said, "Is this a free flight for you?"

"Not quite. The extra 87 miles you flew to pick me up is doubled and I'll be billed 15% of the rate for flying that distance in a charter calculation."

"That's not too bad."

Fleur laughed and said, "Imagine where I would be now if driving a car back here."

Ronni was waiting for them as they walked into the terminal.

The women kissed and had a small chat and then Fleur waved to Danny and left.

"What do you think of her?"

"I can't comment Ronni because I haven't seen her fly."

Ronni snorted.

"I tried to pick up a return load but no luck."

"Well the client has reported everyone checked out okay. That was your first high security delivery."

"You ought to have told me."

"Why when you don't ask about normal deliveries."

"What was it?"

"Those steel boxes contained almost $800,000 in low denomination bills from banks here being withdrawn from circulation before they are worn, etcetera."

"Where was the security?"

"What over and above our trust in you?"

"Um yes."

"The aircraft was under surveillance here until you took off and then tracked. It is not expected that anyone would attempted an aerial force-down hijack for a lousy $800,000. And the client you met correctly identified himself as Harry T. Lime and had a FedEx van and two guys to unload for him?"

"Yes and his appearance matched the photograph you gave me of him."

"Well, that was considered sufficient security and the seals on the boxes were found to be intact and the audit of contents at the depot found everything was in order."

"So what would have happened if something had gone wrong between the boxes arriving here and being loaded and the delay before I went out to the aircraft?"

"Oh well, not problem for us," Ronni laughed. "The pilot would be blamed."

Danny managed a tight smile.

"So you'd like me to advise your cargo is eight hundred G's in banknotes, or 800 lbs. of gold or two paintings valued at $8,000,000 each?"

"Yes. Um no on second thoughts no. Definitely not."

Fleur called Danny an hour later saying she'd just emerged from the shower.

"I'm ahead of time. Can you come over thirty minutes earlier than planned?"

Wondering what she'd been doing in the shower Danny said, "Oh yeah I suppose so."

She snorted and said she was cooking them a splendid dinner.

"Oh great," he said enthusiastically, "I'll be right over in thirty minutes."

Fifteen minutes later Danny jumped into his recently purchased black year-old Mazda6 sports sedan, stopped off to buy a bottle of cheap white wine and some peanuts and arrived at the apartment wondering what the night would bring.

"Oh thanks for the wine," Fleur said and mumbled cooking wine and said "Oh nuts."

"Don't you eat nuts?" said Danny, who had gone through to the kitchen followed by his hostess and was now sitting at the bar.

"No, not peanuts."

"Oh then pass them over here."

She went behind the breakfast bar and opened the pack and poured the nuts into a bowl and handed them across.

Danny was disappointed she hadn't dressed up to look sexy. In fact her hair was wet and she was in a dress almost as thick as a coat.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?"

He said no and that appeared to surprise her.

"How's dinner coming along?"

She said why not and he said why not what?"

"Why won't you kiss me?"

"Well Fleur I don't think we should rush into anything... okay?"

"Why not?"

"Well for starters what would your mom say? You only met me today."

"Oh yes, she would be as mad as a flaying meat axe."

Huh?

Fleur handed Danny the bottle of wine he'd brought and asked him to open it.

"Um have you got something better?"

He felt awful saying that but Fleur looked immensely relieved and said actually she had a very good wine he could open.

Danny had caught her mood and knew what to do because he had a long record of winning back upset females.

"I'm being a disappointment to you I guess."

"Oh no," she said. "I'd never say that."

Well he thought that would be true. There was no call for her to say what she thought.

"I don't know much about wine."

Fleur smiled and said, "I can see that... um I mean making decisions in a wine shop can be so difficult."

"I wasn't in a wine shop. I bought it at a street stall where I purchased the peanuts. The guy hadn't yet opened the wine and on-sold it to me."

"Oh that's really interesting," she said, obviously disbelieving what she was saying.

Danny aimed for her vanity. "Um I've had no experience with a more mature and sophisticated women like you. I usually date bimbos."

"Sophisticated? Really is that how you see me?"

"Yeah and calm and confident and doubtless brilliant at making decisions which is why I guess you invited me over for dinner in the hope I'd be good company."

"Er yes. But I must admit I was carnally driven."

"What kind of car is that? It's a new one on me."

It worked a dream. Her mouth fell open, she closed it. She went to say something and thought better of it and finally she said she was off to change into something more appropriate.

"Please open the wine, I really need a drink," she said, frowning heavily.

That was it, he congratulated himself. He had her confused, unsure whether he was just hopelessly stupid or worried that she might be missing something... such as was he trying to reach the real Fleur.

Whatever.

Danny knew she would be either confused or thinking she had made a terrible mistake in attempting to get a leg over him. It wasn't right a woman should attempt to splash herself all over a guy just because she felt like sex.

Well if they knew him perhaps that would be different.

He picked she would return dressed formerly in a business suit.

She didn't but then perhaps she didn't possess one?

Fleur was wearing long black pants, black pumps, a long-sleeved shirt done up to the neck and a buttoned up waist coat and her hair was swept back severely.

Oh yes, just how her mother would expect Fleur to dress when entertaining a man she didn't really know in her home at night.

Danny handed Fleur her drink and thought he should end this episode of stupidly and throw her on to the couch and give her what she wanted... a frisky grind. But hold on, this babe wasn't your usual bimbo. She was a senior pilot and earlier that day he'd seen how aggressive she could be. No it would be best to tread carefully but perhaps inventively if he could manage that.

"This is an excellent Chardonnay, not overdone in oak."

She looked suspicious and asked had he read the label and he said no winemaker would allege on his label that some wines were overdone.

"No I suppose not."

"I must apologize. The wine shop I went to was closed. I saw the guy selling nuts and bought some and he said the store had closed ten minutes early but I could buy the bottle of wine he was taking home. I didn't read the label but when he said ten bucks would be more than enough, I should have guessed it was crappy."

She said she understood how it happened and it was okay, she could use his wine for cooking.

"I had intended to buy a bottle of French Champagne."

She frowned, "Why go to that expense?"

"It's our first date and I considered you top shelf."

"Oh," she said, looking a little disbelieving. And then, "Are we dating?"

"Oh sorry. I appear to have assumed too much."

"No," she said quickly. "Let's consider this is a date."

He looked at her intently and said, "Would you consider doing something for me without taking offence?"

Fleur swallowed and nodded.

"Please change into something sexy. You are dressed as if expected your grandmother to call."

She put down her glass and left the room without a word.

Fleur returned wearing a little black dress and her shape made Danny's eyes water.

"Is this better?"

He topped up her glass, slopping wine on to the countertop and said softly, "You not... you're not wearing a bra."

"No just the dress and mules.

Ah what lies beneath? He shook his head and said he was hungry and Fleur lost her encouraging smile and said she'd fetch the nibbles she had prepared.

She returned with a plate of assorted fare and drew up a kitchen stool and sat opposite him and they chatted.

When she said she needed  to check on dinner he said, "May I ask you something in the hope you'll not get upset?"

She smiled thinly and said carefully that she'd try to control herself.

"Strip off to your mules and stay that way."

She said just a minute and returned two minutes later wearing only her mules.

Fleur looked at him for approval and he said expansively, "Fleur I'm eyeing a great body. Well done."

"God you are strange, very strange."

Danny said he might appear that way but in his opinion he normally acted straight up and down.

"It's just since we've met you've been rather severe with me'. The truth is I'm used to women my age or younger. I've decided the way to impress you was to be, er, a little different.

"Well you have certainly proven that, ordering me to walk around you nude and I obeyed and yet we've not even had a decent kiss yet."




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"There's a time for everything Fleur and this is dinner time."

She opened the cooker door and slammed it shut and then rattled pot lips.

He said gently, "I'm sorry."

She smiled and looked relieved and said thanks. She now realized how he must have felt when she rattled him when they'd first met that day.

During dinner when Fleur cleared the mains away Danny thought he should disappear soon. He understood women didn't respect men who had sex with them on the first date. Ronni would be an exception to that rule of course.

When leaving he said, "May I kiss you?"

"God yes," Fleur said huskily.

He pressed in against her stomach and breasts and tapped her lips with his and said goodnight, it was a wonderful evening and he felt pleased he was getting to know her. He tipped up her chin to take another light kiss and said she was the first woman he'd ever seen noon on their first day and hoped she'd offer him sex soon now that they knew each other a little more.

Fleur was left standing at the door feeling somewhat battered, but they hadn't had sex. She must be mentally battered. Just when she'd been ready to conclude he was teasing asshole who really wasn't interested in her for sex, he'd delivered that heartening comment that he was pleased they was getting to know each other more intimately.

Omigod, he was one of those guys who didn't do it on the first date to show his respect for the woman.

Fleur closed the door and returned to the kitchen how happy and patted her pussy and said, "Next time"

She worked away in the nude. She liked going around the house nude when alone and whenever she had a guy stay over because she felt comfortable and guys regarded it as an invitation to go again as soon as they felt recharged. Danny appeared to do things differently and probably would demand she dressed formerly to have sex.

Oh yes. Fleur's three favorite things were flying, sex and walking through her family's commercial flower gardens. 

She worried about Danny. In some respects his conversation appeared to center on disconnected, irrelevant and even childish thoughts, er childish in the sense of teasing nonsense.

She giggled aloud when recalling his response to her comment about being carnally driven, something she hadn't meant to say but he said he hadn't heard of that kind of car. She couldn't believe he could get this far as a commercial pilot and be that dumb. It was impossible... oh god, he'd been playing some kind of game with her, perhaps to confuse her. But why? It was so ludicrous from someone who couldn't be a retard to have passed his aviator exams. Had he passed them well or had his just scraped through.

Fleur booted her laptop and used her password at the Capella Aviation website to access personnel profiles.

She made a note of the date of his upcoming birthday thinking she had one present she'd like to give him.

"Jesus," she said in admiration, reading his latest exam performance and finding he had always been a top-five student, even at high school and college where he completed a Bachelor of Science in Aviation Technology. At that college Danny had completed a Professional Pilot associate degree to gain his commercial pilot certificate. She read several glowing testimonials and found he'd also worked as a crop-dusting pilot, as a bush pilot flying a float plane and even spend nine months working as an air ambulance pilot.

"For heaven's sake, all that for a kid who is not yet twenty-sex or six?" she marveled aloud.

She then went to his personal page and read his account of how he began flying and there were pictures of his family, who now lived in South Africa and even a picture of Danny being put aboard his father's Piper PA-28 Cherokee when he was six months old.

"Ah born to fly," Fleur smiled.

She went to bed thinking Danny knew practically everything he really needed to know about being a pilot but he needed to learn how to talk to women and perhaps to even cope with their differences. In all probability Danny would have grown up being influenced by a dominant father.

* * *

Capella Aviation employed thirty-two operational pilots divided into two 'wings', Alpha and Bravo and the pilots in each wing worked accordingly to schedules, either on the early shift for late shift. The wings worked from difference buildings, each with their own café and rest rooms and because they were in different wings Fleur didn't see Danny next day.

However when Fleur arrived home that afternoon she found flowers had been delivered by a florist to her door, good quality flowers. The note read: 'Thanks for last night. I really enjoyed myself. I'm sorry I screwed you around verbally. Sometimes I feel inadequate socially and mouth off a little stupidly, like claiming I thought carnally was some sort of car. Sorry. I hope to grow up one day.'

That gesture pleased Fleur. So many men never bothered to say thanks and he'd also apologized for his eccentric behavior. Because of that confession she now had a more accurate understanding of him. He would benefit from some mothering and she was prepared to work on him; it was good to have a project outside of flying.

Fleur called him.

"Hi thanks for the flowers."

"I was nervous about sending flowers to the daughter of commercial flower growers so hand-picked them."

"You did well and I appreciated your note. Are you working this weekend?"

"Not according to our schedule."

Fleur kept it simply and her voice level.

"I'm going home this weekend. Would you like to accompany me? It's almost a four-hour drive and I'd appreciate having company and would like you to see the flowers. This is a busy time for my parents and their helpers."

"They employ helpers?"

"Yes about thirty at this peak time."

He said wow and then, "What about sex?"

"What about it?"

She thought she heard his feet shuffle.

"Um nothing."

"Danny?"

He sniffed and said she'd indicated she was interest in sex.

"That's true and you showed no interested in me carnally last night although you made a reference that perhaps we could head that way. What if I'm in a hurry? However I can have a relationship with you without sex."

"I hadn't thought of that. I um often have difficulty talking generally to females but when they talk about things that interest me like aviation, sex and fitness I switch on and cope."

Fleur thought that was interesting. She decided to speculate.

"Do you think you are superior to females?"

"Christ no. Look at you. I bet you are my intellectual superior and can fly pretty damn well. Just look at that Ronni Mitchell, she has more horsepower than most men and appears very competent in what she does."

"Has Ronni hit on you?"

"Let's put it this way. My instinct would be to back off because sexually she could eat me?"

Fleur giggled as said, "What about me?"

"To be honest, I think we would be okay together. You have a sense of calmness about you that I feel and you have great tits and legs and a pretty pussy."

"Oh god, so that's how you see me? Do you judge women how they could relate to your sexually?"

"I don't believe so. At least I'd not thought of it that way other than to think of some women appear sexually attractive to me."

"What those with a great smile, decent-sized breasts and strong thighs?"

He laughed and said he didn't think of thighs.

"I'm becoming more and more interested in you Danny. Please come to the farm with me this weekend. We could leave straight from the airport on Friday when we sign off, so bring an overnight bag."

"We can go in my vehicle if you wish?"

"No I have a new car and would like to get some miles on the clock."

"What did you buy?"

"A Nissan 370Z Roadster."

"Oh very nice. Red?"

"Yes. Be a good boy and I might let you drive some of the way."

They laughed and said goodnight.

They didn't get away on Friday until 5:50 because Fleur had a long flying day, working ten and a half hours all up with a rest period to keep within regulations. Danny had radioed her to get her ETA and to say he'd park by her vehicle in the Alpha Wing parking lot to save them looking for each other.

He drove because Fleur said she was tired. She told him to drive within the law and was asleep before they got out of the city. An hour later she awoke and said brightly she felt hungry and they should stop soon.

"I told mom we'd be late."

Fleur's parents who'd waited up for them looked tired and Fleur had whispered their working day began at 5:00 at this time of year.

"You are a nice looking boy," said her mom Danielle.

He smiled and said thanks and she looked as beautiful as her flowers.

"Oooh you sexy boy."

Danielle's husband Charlie said, "You must understand my wife is half-French. She says what she thinks and to hell with any embarrassment it causes."

"Well Charlie," Danny drawled, "looking at Mrs Davis I can see where Fleur got her good looks and great body from and from you I guess comes her easy disposition and perhaps her pragmatism." 

"Oh you clever boy, welcome to our family," Danielle said. "I insist you call me Danielle and you wish to sleep here with my daughter yes?"

"Our daughter and no he doesn't," Charlie said.

"I say yes he does," Fleur said, "and that's you out-voted dad."

Charlie asked hopefully, "Danny?"

"In this situation I do what I'm told. I'm the houseguest."

For the next twenty minutes Danielle and Charlie asked Danny about himself and how he'd become associated with Fleur and finally Fleur said, "Off to bed you two. The cut-flower trade waits for no one."

To Danny's delight, Charlie shook his hand saying goodnight and then watched his wife kiss Danny on the lips.

"My folk are people of the land," Fleur said. "Most of their business life is critical on their ability to deal with people, to judge character. In saying goodnight to you as they just did indicates they accept you totally."

"Is that why you brought me here, to have me appraised by your parents?"

"God you are a big head in need of intense psychological programming to get your sense of perspective of yourself stabilized. No you idiot, I was due to spend a weekend back here and I was pretty sure mom would have you and me sharing a bedroom. So I killed two birds with one stone, as they say. Is this exhibiting intelligence or is it what?"

She got up to leave the table but Danny hooked an arm around her and pulled her on to his knee."

"I like the way you think baby. Now are you of a mind to give me a nipple to suck?"

"Omigod. Help yourself you over-sexed pervert."

She yawned and Danny thought he should be compassionate.

"Hey should we hold-off the exploration of bodies until morning, er early morning."

Fleur smiled appreciatively.

"I would like that option; I'm rather bushed."

They went to the bedroom and he said, "I now know where I'm sleeping. You bunker down and I'll watch TV to allow you to doze off."

"Oh you are so lovely."

"Um can I see your tits before I head off?"

"Of course, take off my top and bra," she said, holding up her arms.

Danny confirmed Fleur's breasts were two good handfuls and looked great unsupported.

He kissed them gently and patted her butt.

"Something tells me we are destined to be together.

"Funny you should say that," Fleur yawned. "Mom told me she'd like you to shaft her and I must make sure you stick around. I told her I was more than interested in you."

THE END