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tonytony3's "Maria's Revenge" (infidelity)
For those not interested in flying, stick with the story, it'll get
interesting
for you, I promise.
This is a modified version of a previously posted story.
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"Go to Boston Center now, on 118.05"
"Center on 118.05 for triple X-Ray."
I dialed the new frequency into COM 2, switched over to that radio,
pressed the
mike switch on the yoke, and reported in.
It was the expected response. "Roger, X Ray cubed, radar contact." Yeah,
they
saw me.
What an unusual day. Just four hours ago I
thought I'd be spending another night in
Cleveland. Then, we had a breakthrough.
If I'd be willing to accept an equity interest in
the company, as well as a bit less money, they'd
license my patent. "That way", John
explained, "we'd be sure you'd be around when
we wanted you. You'd have a vested interest."
Damn right. It would make me truly independent,
independent of my wife's family for that
matter, and we'd live 'happily ever after'.
Hey, I'm within a hundred miles of home! Fly the damn airplane, stop
daydreaming, plan ahead.
"Boston Center, Mooney six niner triple X Ray would like lower, please."
"Triple X, descend now to 7000 feet."
"Triple X out of 11 for 7."
Close the cowl flaps, pull an inch or so off the manifold pressure, trim
a bit
nose down. . . there it is, a 500 feet a minute descent. That'll burn 8
minutes,
and get me 24 miles closer.
So, we signed the letter of intent. Our lawyers would
see to the details. I made a quick call home, and told
Maria I'd be home about 11 tonight. What a life!
I called flight service: an Instrument Flight Rules
plan would be needed: Rain and clouds and shit all
the way. I filed a flight plan, ETD in an hour.
John's wife offered to drive me to the hotel, and then
to the airport. You bet I accepted: a big mistake. She
came up to the room with me, watched as I started to
pack, went into the bathroom as I continued, and she
came out, wearing only a towel, just as I finished
filling my garment bag.
"You're in the big leagues, now, Al. Time for some
big league perqs", she said.
Until then I was a faithful husband.
But when she came closer to me, and my arms
automatically went around her, and felt the towel on
her back. The towel opened, and I touched her
skin. Then only our bodies close together held the
towel up, and I saw, in the mirror, her nude
back, her naked ass, and those wonderful legs, and
she said "Don't you like me?", and stepped away,
and then the towel was gone, and her breasts were
as lovely as her legs, and her waist
was so slender, and her hips, and her figure, and. . .
and I couldn't resist.
She drove me wild, and then drove me to the Burke
Lakefront airport, and drove out to the airplane to
help keep me dry, and then, after preflight she
climbed into the cockpit with me to "Tuck me in",
and I was never sucked off like that before.
and. . .
I could still smell her, still feel her mouth, feel the sensation of that
first
penetration. And, I missed my scheduled ETD by only a half hour! A life
changing half hour. I don't want to be an unfaithful husband, as great as
that
sex was. I won't let it happen again.
Back to the real world. I had to call home. I pushed one side of the
headset off,
pulled out the cellular phone, and called. There's never a problem with
cell
phone connections when you're a mile and a half up in the sky.
"Maria, I'm 20 minutes out. Will you pick me up?"
"Sure, Al: be careful, visability is awful, it's windy, and dark, and
raining. I'll
see you soon." Maria's a pilot, too. More than that, she went through the
bother
to become a CFII: she was a certified flight instructor, licensed to
teach,
including flying on instruments.
ATIS, the automatic briefing broadcast, confirmed what Maria reported.
300
feet ceiling, a mile visibility, winds 140 degrees at 23 gusts to 35. It
would
mean flying the approach to near minimums: as low as I care to go. Then,
I'd
have to fly the airplane onto the ground in those cross winds. There'd be
nothing subtle about this landing.
"Triple X, continue decent to 4000."
"X's is out of 8 for 4."
As expected, a few minutes later, the next hand-off: "Triple X, Boston
Approach now, 122.25."
"Twenty two, twenty five for X cubed. See Ya."
I twisted in the new freq on COM 1, switched radios, and made the call.
"Approach, Mooney six niner triple X Ray out of 5 for 4, with Hanscom
information Bravo."
"Triple X, radar contact. Continue decent to 2,500, expect an ILS to one
one.
Current ATIS information is Charlie."
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