Chapter 2 #3
“I read the rules and regulations and I wrote down my height and weight. I don’t understand what the issue is.”
“Well, I know a lot of people round their weight down, so I just wanted to double-check. If you’re two fifty, we shouldn’t have an issue.
It’s still on the heavier side, but if you’re well over that number, that’s when we run into problems. We don’t want to overload the aircraft.
That’s why I wanted to touch base with my supervisor to make sure you can fly with us. ”
My eyebrow quirked. “Why wouldn’t I be able to fly?”
“What’s going on here?” Russ asked, coming up beside us. He put his hand on my lower back and assessed me. “Is everything okay?”
I cocked my head to the side. “This man was about to explain why I might not be able to fly today, even though I qualify.”
Before Russ could say anything, the man tried to explain himself.
“Our tours have a weight and size restriction due to the helicopter’s design.
My supervisor should be calling me back in the next couple of minutes to let me know if she can fly.
I’m just verifying that the helicopter assigned to you is one that can accommodate her size. ”
I made a face. “No—”
“I spoke to your supervisor and made sure everything was good before booking this tour,” Russ informed him in a low tone.
“Maybe you should’ve waited on that call before coming over here and saying anything without all the information.
Not knowing what you’re doing and then not getting clarity first is a problem. And I don’t like problems.”
“I wasn’t trying to make a problem,” the man explained. “I was just—”
“Overstepping,” Russ interjected.
“The aircraft can only accommodate passengers under two hundred seventy-five pounds. I just wanted to make sure she was in line with our guidelines.”
“Did her form say she wasn’t?”
“Well, no. B-but she looks—”
Russ stepped up. “I’d tread very lightly before finishing that sentence if I were you.”
“She’s beautiful.” He turned to me. “You’re beautiful.
My wife is also a bit heavy. So I meant no disrespect.
It’s just that people lie about their weight, and it’s my job to make sure the aircraft doesn’t exceed the maximum weight of two hundred seventy-five pounds per person.
” His phone rang and he pointed to it. “It’s my supervisor.
” He answered the phone, and I could see the defeated look on his face and the change in his tone. “Yes, sir. Okay. Yeah. Yes. Okay.”
“Are you okay?” Russ asked me. “I’m sorry he’s on some dumb shit.”
I shook my head. “I’m fine. He just took me by surprise, that’s all. I’m cool. I mean, he basically told me I was going to bring the helicopter down.”
His eyes darkened. “He said that shit?”
“No, no.” I fanned the thought away. “I was exaggerating. But he did come with that energy though.”
“Well, first and foremost, that’s some bullshit. Second, I would never put you in a situation that wasn’t safe,” he assured me.
“This is an amazing date idea. Even with his”—I gestured to the employee—“bullshit, I’m excited about this.”
“Have you ever done this before?”
I shook my head. “Never.” I reflected on why I hadn’t ever done it and the weight restriction crossed my mind. “You called and told them how much I weighed?” I wondered.
“I read the guidelines, so I called and asked some questions. No big deal.”
“But how did you know what I weighed?”
“I guessed. I know how it feels when I pick you up. I know how it feels when I pick up weights at the gym. I did some quick math.” He shrugged. “I knew you weren’t at the max, so I called and talked to the owner of the company.”
“Oh, wow.”
I was impressed.
Before I could say more, the employee cleared his throat. He refused to make eye contact as he beckoned to us. “You two are cleared. Let me introduce you to your pilot. Follow me.”
“Let me get your name,” Russ requested. “I want to make sure your supervisor knows the type of bullshit you’re on.”
Staring up at Russ, I’d never wanted him more.
After a brief introduction, the pilot launched into a safety overview of what to do and not to do.
Once he answered our questions and felt confident that we understood the directions he had for us, we followed him to the helipad.
I took everything in, and excitement ran through my entire body as we approached.
“You ready for this?” Russ asked me.
“Absolutely.”
“Let’s do it.”
The noise-canceling headphones were slipped over my head, and then I was strapped into my seat, Russ next to me.
We had a shoulder harness and a lap belt connecting us to the backseat.
I tried to move around, and while the straps had enough give that I could lean to the left or right to see out of the windows, I was securely in my seat.
It gave me peace of mind knowing that I wasn’t going anywhere.
The pilot got himself situated on the right side of the helicopter—right in front of me.
“Are you ready for the ride of your life?” the pilot asked, his voice sounding different in the headset.
“Yes,” we said in unison.
“We’re going to be traveling about one thousand feet above ground, so the views of the sunset over the city will be incredible.
Get your phones out and take as many pictures as you’d like.
You can talk to each other freely through the headset.
Hit the red button to get my attention and I’ll switch to your channel.
Otherwise, I’ll be back and forth between being on your channel and being on the channel with the control center.
Neither of you are afraid of heights, correct?
” He waited for us to confirm before he continued.
“Because there’s a mute button if you start screaming.
The entire trip will take about fifteen minutes, but it’ll feel like longer if this is your first time. Any questions before we begin?”
“No,” we said in unison.
We looked at each other, and I felt like my cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. I gripped the seat belt straps and closed my eyes to say a quick prayer.
“You nervous?” Russ wondered.
The pilot started the engine, startling me. I gasped before answering his question. “A little.”
“Just relax,” he said softly. “I got you.” Reaching over, he placed his long, thick fingers on my knee, just below my hemline. Gripping me reassuringly, he gave me a nod. “I got you.”
My lips parted but words didn’t come out immediately. The heat of his touch against my bare skin was disarming.
I wasn’t scared of the flight. I was just startled by the powerful blades whirring overhead. Even with the protective headphones, the sheer force of the propellers was loud. But I wasn’t about to remove his hand. I wasn’t scared, but I definitely felt better with his hand on me.
The pilot started communicating with air control or the ground crew, and I could only concentrate on the way the pads of his fingers caressed the skin just inside of my knee.
“You got me?” I murmured, turning my body so that our knees touched. My slight movement forced his hand to move up slightly.
“Yes.” He licked his thick lips slowly and his fingers were right below my hemline. “Just let me know how I can make you more comfortable. I want you to enjoy yourself.”
The throbbing between my legs was so intense that I had to close my eyes. “Russ…”
“Yes?” He paused. “Nina, look at me.”
I opened my eyes.
Toying with the hem of my dress, he held my gaze with a quiet intensity. The vibration throughout the helicopter only added to the feeling that washed over me.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded quietly.
I let out a couple of heavy breaths. “Russ…” I squeezed my legs together to try to alleviate the pressure.
“I told you I got you, and you know I mean it.” His hand was trapped between my thighs. “So, talk to me, Nina. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to see the stars.” I opened my legs fractionally. As my legs spread, his fingertips grazed my inner thigh. “I mean, I’m looking forward to the sunset and the ride itself. But I really want to see the—oh!”
His fingers climbed up my thick thighs until he brushed against my lace panties. And even though he’d just barely touched me, my entire body felt a jolt.
His eyes bored into mine. “You want to see the stars?”
“Yes,” I breathed. My dress rode higher as my knees fell farther apart. My whole body was on fire. “I do.”
He dragged his finger across the damp area of the lace.
His eyes closed and his fingers stilled. “Well…” He opened his eyes and the lust in them caused me to get wetter. “We should be up here long enough to give you what you want.”
“Prepare for takeoff,” the pilot announced.
“I’m prepared.” Russ slipped his fingers under the front my G-string. “I’m good and ready,” he reported. “What about you, Nina? Are you good and ready?”
His fingers ran down my slit, rendering me speechless.
“Nina,” he coaxed with the sexy way he said my name. “Are you good?”
“Yes.” I managed to choke the words out as the pads of his fingers brushed the hood of my clit.
The helicopter jolted as it started lifting into the stunning sky.
“Oh my God,” I cried as his fingers slid between my wet lips.
He exhaled roughly. “Yeah, here we go.”
Adrenaline moved through my veins, and I was hot all over.
His finger slid up and down my slit. As he was teasing me, he started moving in a circular direction, stimulating my clit.
I grabbed his bicep and tried not to scream. “Russ,” I moaned, a little louder than anticipated. “Look.”
I had to pretend I was talking about the view.
My heart pounded with the fear of being caught and the excitement of getting off.
I hoped the pilot couldn’t pick up on the neediness with which I said Russ’s name. I didn’t want us to get caught. I didn’t want us to get arrested. I didn’t want any trouble. But as he slid a finger inside of me, I cared about getting off more than any of that other stuff.
“Do you see that?” Russ asked huskily.
“Oh my God,” I groaned. The fluttering I felt in my core intensified with each of his ministrations. “Yes.”
“The lake looks good, doesn’t it?”
“So good.” My eyes closed, and each time he slid in and out of me, I felt jolts of pleasure. “So fucking good.”
“All that water. I wish I could take a dip in it… feel it all over my face.” Russ caught himself and cleared his throat.
“Dowdy Lake is…” The pilot spouted some facts about the lake, and I didn’t hear one thing he said.
My hips moved as much as they could with the lap belt restraining me.
Grinding against his fingers, I started chasing the high of the release Russ was building.
I rocked into his hand as I stared into his eyes.
The slight choppiness of the ascension only aided in getting me off.
But when his thumb passed over my clit while his fingers were slowly pumping inside me, I gasped loudly.
The tension within my body centered itself right where he was touching.
“Oh my God,” I panted.
“We haven’t even really started the tour yet, and it’s already an amazing view,” the pilot remarked.
“It sure is,” Russ agreed. “Absolutely beautiful.” His eyes were fixated on me as the helicopter dipped. “You think so, too, Nina? You like it?”
“Yes, yes.” I nodded, clenching around his fingers. “Russ!”
“Oh, I see it,” he groaned, twisting his fingers and finding my G-spot.
I was breathless.
My arm flew around his neck, and I brought him as close as possible. Because of the shoulder harness, he wasn’t able to get as close as I wanted him and still keep stroking me the way he was stroking me. So, our kiss didn’t last long, but our lips met long enough to set me off.
“Shit!” I hissed, bucking against his hand. I forgot all about the mute button or the fact that the pilot could hear everything. “Russsssssssssss.”
His thumb rubbed circles against my clit while his fingers remained inside me, skillfully teasing my spot internally. “The pilot knows what he’s doing,” he assured me as the helicopter tipped to the side as it turned. “Open your eyes and look at the view, baby. Open your eyes.”
I opened them long enough for my body to surrender to him.
“That’s it,” he growled. “That’s my girl. That’s my girl.”
My eyes rolled to the back of my head. Heat radiated from his touch, and I let out a muffled moan as my thighs began to quiver.
“Russ,” I whimpered.
I’d reached the point of no return. His voice, combined with the way he skillfully played with my pussy, collided with the situation and the way he was looking at me. He was the match to my fuse, and it took restraint for me not to scream as the explosion erupted within me.
“That’s it,” he rasped as I spasmed against his hand. “You’re doing so good. That’s it.”
Pleasure emanated from my core.
My body jerked, straining against the seat belt as my hips rose off the seat. For a few seconds, none of my other senses worked. All I could do was feel. My skin tingled, my heart raced, my nipples hurt, and my entire lower body felt weak.
Russ slid his fingers from within me, and when I opened my eyes, I found him smiling at me. “Now that we’ve reached flying altitude, do you feel better?”
“I feel so much better,” I answered honestly, tugging my dress back down. I noticed the bulge in his pants and smirked. “I’ll have to repay you for taking such good care of me.”
He grabbed his thick bulge. “I look forward to it.”
A shiver ran through me.
Glancing at the pilot and then back at Russ, I made a face. “I didn’t expect the ride to feel like that, so I hope I wasn’t too loud.”
He reached over and kissed me again. “I think you held it together very well.”
“I’ve had people up here screaming and crying,” the pilot chimed in. “You sounded excited and nervous, maybe a little alarmed. A few outbursts calling for your boyfriend is nothing.”
My eyes bulged as I stared at Russ. He looked like he was trying as hard as I was not to laugh.
“Okay, thank you,” I finally replied.
Feeling warm and tingly, I relaxed into my seat and smiled at Russ. “And thank you,” I whispered.
He licked his fingers and smirked. “No, thank you .”