I am Susie O'Connell and Howard provided this story about Colleen and one of her astonishing actions. I was there and believe me, it was more spectacular than Howard portrays. The reaction of the "fly guys' was something that had to be seen.
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My name is Howard Duncan.
This story is about my girlfriend, Colleen. She is a fabulous redhead with an amazing body. She is also a gymnast and was a high school champion diver. She is attending college on a diving scholarship. She has amazing dexterity with her small hands and slim fingers and helped a bunch of my friends build a radio controlled model B-17 with her ability to reach inside the model to make attachments. Besides all that she is amazing in bed.
The B-17 turned out to be difficult to fly. None of us had been able to fly it successfully and it had crashed several times. So it became mostly a display piece.
Fly Girl
One day while Colleen and I were at the RC airfield she asked me if she could fly my Cessna. "It's not as easy as it looks," I told her.
She had a sparkle in her eye, "I've been practicing with the simulator at the hobby shop."
She handed me one of the little certificates they gave out at the shop to those who successfully take off and land with their computer simulator, "This certifies that Colleen Murphy has successfully demonstrated the ability to take off and land a Cessna 150 on the RC simulator at
Troy's Toys, Trains and Hobby
."
"Very good," I said, somewhat reluctantly. Having used the simulator wasn't a guarantee that someone could fly the real thing. Besides, some of the guys at the hobby shop were real suckers for a pretty face. But then the Cessna was an easy plane to fly. I handed her the controller and told her to wait for me before doing anything. I refueled the plane and started the engine.
As I walked back to her she said, "I hope you don't mind if I taxi it around."
I turned to look and saw that she was skillfully running it to the end of the taxiway. She turned it around, brought it to the end of the runway and signaled that she was ready for take-off. I came next to her and said, "Let me have my hands where I can help if you have trouble."
She said, "Stand in back and put your hands around me so you can reach the controls if necessary."
This was a nice position I thought as I rested my hands on her hips.
The controller gave her the signal and she gunned the engine. The plane raced down the runway and lifted easily into the air. She brought it to 100 feet and turned 180 degrees in a wide even turn and brought it downwind over our heads. "Very nice," I said. I moved my hands to her tummy and pushed one partly under her waistband.
"Keep your hands up," she told me. "We're in public."
She banked and turned it several times and then brought it to the far end of the field and dropped it to within five feet of the ground. "Watch it!" I yelled.
She laughed, gunned the engine and it streaked past us within a few feet of the ground. On the other end of the field it rose sharply into the air. "You'll stall it!" I said.
"Of course," she said. It Stalled and started dropping. She let it fall until it caught the air. She revved the engine and brought it under complete control about 20 feet above the ground. "Like I said, I've been practicing," she said. "I didn't just take off and land. And not just on the simulator, Henry has been helping me with some of his models. I've flown some of his planes several times." She laughed in pleasure. I felt my cock swell with desire for her, pushing into her butt.
Henry is an older guy, retired, with plenty of time and some very nice airplanes. I think he comes out and flies almost every day. I looked over at him. He was watching us and smiling a huge smile.
Colleen brought the Cessna into the downwind leg of the approach, banked and brought the little machine to a flawless landing. She turned and gave me a kiss. "Down boy!" she said, patting my cock through my jeans.
B-17
Then she turned, faced all the guys and announced, "I'd like to try the B-17!"
As I said, no one had yet to successfully bring the huge machine into the air and back for a landing so there was a lot of reluctance. She took out another of those certificates. "This certifies that Colleen Murphy has successfully demonstrated the ability to take off and land a four engine B-17 on the RC simulator at
Troy's Toys Trains and Hobby
."
On the back Warren, one of the guys who signs these things, had written, "She's the real deal guys, if anyone can fly your beast, she can." We still debated among ourselves.
"All you'd need to do is give Warren a kiss on the cheek and he'd write anything you asked," claimed Sunil.
"So what if I gave him a kiss or two," Colleen joked, "I didn't ask him to write anything."
"He'd have done it just hoping for a kiss," said George.
"I think she may be able to do it, boys," Henry had come up to the group. "I've watched her fly and she is good. I don't think your beloved big machine will be in any danger with her at the controls. Watch and Learn."
That decided it. They gave her the controls and went out to fuel and start the engines.
Once all four engines were running Colleen taxied it around a bit and then moved it to the far end of the runway. "Could someone hold the tail to keep it from moving until I give the signal," she said.
Corey ran out and held the tail. Colleen revved the engines to full power. Everyone was watching. The four engines buzzed and roared at the same time rising and falling in volume. She signaled to Corey to release and the machine began moving down the runway, quickly rising slightly into the air. She immediately retracted the landing gear and it steadily, but very slowly, gained altitude. "If I climb too fast it will stall," Colleen said with an air of authority. "The engines don't have enough power to keep its speed up at a high rate of climb. It's not the rate of climb that causes the stall, it's the lack of engine power causing it to lose speed."
"You need to climb faster to clear the bushes!" Someone yelled. The plane was 5 feet off the ground, hurtling toward ten foot tall bushes at the end of the field. At its climb rate it would only be about six or seven feet off the ground when it hit them.
Colleen said, very calmly, "I told you it will stall and crash if I increase the rate of climb. The problem here isn't runway length, you saw how quickly I had it in the air. The problem is a lack of unobstructed air space after take-off. In World War II these babies had miles of ocean to climb over." As she said this she leveled the plane off and executed a smooth as silk 180 degree banked turn about six feet off the ground. As she leveled off, the plane was only three or four feet up and hitting some of the taller weeds.
She resumed the slow climb and the airplane was well over 20 feet up as it cleared the bushes at the other end of the field. She banked it around again and flew directly overhead, waving the wings at us. I looked around. The guys were staring with their mouths agape. I watched her standing there, her small, tight body in jeans showing off her butt and thighs, her knit top fitting smoothly over her round breasts, her nice thin waist, her red hair blowing slightly in the wind, her thin fingers gently and skillfully manipulating the controls. My cock swelled again as I thought of those fingers gently and skillfully caressing my skin.
She flew in an oval and at the far end of the field went into a turning dive while she put full throttle to the engines.
"You're going to crash it!" someone yelled. Colleen laughed. The plane pulled out of the dive at about five feet above the ground and it screamed in front of us at full speed. Colleen pulled back on the stick and it climbed at a furious rate to 40 or 50 feet. "With enough speed it can climb pretty quickly!" Colleen announced. "Too bad it doesn't have that much speed at take-off."
We stared at her in astonishment, my cock leapt in my pants and she brought the plane into the landing pattern. It turned toward the field, the landing gear came down and it smoothly descended to the runway. The wheels kissed the ground like they had been gently lowered into place and it taxied over to us. Colleen ran down the runway, leapt into the air in a complete feet over head flip while twisting her body. She landed facing us with one leg, knee bent, in front and the other extended in back and her arms outstretched. She bowed and ran back to us. I recognized the 'dismount' from her floor exercise. Everyone went wild as she jumped into my arms giving me a huge hug and kiss. I never wanted anyone more in my life.
Colleeen spent the rest of the afternoon showing each of us how to fly the B-17. None of us completely mastered it the way she had. The same gentle dexterity and eye-finger coordination that made her "Rosie the Riveter" also made her a fabulous RC pilot.
Motel
