The Love Show #05: Together Again

I woke at 4 AM in Ellie's spare room, feeling surprisingly refreshed despite all the drama and tedium mere hours ago. After a quick shower, I pulled on a red Icebreaker 250 zip-up, last night's jeans, and a thick polar fleece as it was cold outside and would be colder at my destination, though my heart would soon heat up there.

I was shocked to see Ellie, normally useless until daylight, up and had pancakes ready. I wondered if subconsciously, she had picked up on my anticipation of seeing Andy later, but so far away.

At exactly 4:30, the bell rang and in the darkness, I saw Wing.

Ellie videoed me leaving the house, placing my bags in the boot, next to one already in. I hugged her and she videoed me getting into the car, then driving off. Later that day, she would DropBox it to me so I could send to The Pests.

Wing asked me about last night and I told her how Andy had got fucked over badly and how I'd killed the link. "Stupid bullies get it eventually," she acknowledged briefly squeezing my knee hard, then rubbing it gently and concluded, "But together you stand, they will fall nasty, hard, and unexpectedly."

From her tone, I wondered whether she had plans for the nasty fall as I wound up my precis of the evening to her, including Andy's keel snap which she laughed at saying, "Typical Bat."

Arriving at the airport, we parked, found a trolley, and unloaded the bags and an A2-sized brown paper wrapped parcel from the back seat that I could see was labelled 10B. She steered us to Premium Check-in and motioned her hand at me, wanting my passport. We went up to the agent and she retrieved a photo ID from her purse, presented it along with my passport. When he had entered the details, she told him to show his screen to her which surprised me, then nodded to him, then me to start loading the suitcases and the parcel for tagging and belting.

Arriving at screening, I thought this was goodbye time, but she gently guided me down the Aircrew cut line and presenting her ID, my passport, and the boarding pass and led me through.

First Class service: just for me? I wondered.

She escorted me to the Star Lounge where I saw a set of reserved tables, again labelled 10B, still clueless of its meaning. She said, "These are for families until the flight is called. I'm here until then," just as the rest of our group streamed in unescorted. Just me I realised, wondering the reason.

We had chatted on OMessage over the last few days, so I knew them, but it was good to see them IRL and we chatted, ate, and made happy. I was very happy to be free of The Pests, but it was only Wing I had confided in on OMessage.

The flight into Atlanta was long and boring and I mostly slept, remembering about the soft pillow that I'd had on the previous flights. I'll lay my head onto him later, I knew.

On arrival, we were bussed to the Freight Terminal and escorted into a conference room where the remaining family members were, including Mr Weasel, as I called David, and his kids. The newcomers greeted my group very warmly like old friends, which they were. I realised that I was the only newbie here, but they all made sure to greet me too, wanting to put a full body to the image on their app.

We were escorted out onto the apron where a 757 Combi stood, its rear cargo door up and two containers waiting to be loaded. We walked up the stairs and took our seats as the lift made its penultimate run. I did a double take when a lady in her 50s stormed up the stairs saying "Lazy fuckers never on time". Weasel: can't be, I thought and wondered who she was going to deck. She put her head into the cockpit and said to the crew bluntly, "Airedales, get to it: we're late" and the cabin door closed quickly behind her.

David's two hugged her saying, "Auntie Angie, missed you," and he mouthed at me "Twins," meaning Angie and Weasel.

She came over to me, looked me up, and down and formally put her hand out, saying "Tenby: I'm logistics. You're Bat's girl. Lucky pair," and flashed what seemed to me, a friendly smile, but it was also the smile of a snake eyeing up its imminent rodent dinner. Possibly: nobody's dead yet, I mused.

Stunned, I took her hand and thanked her as David flashed me his iPad, which he'd written Team 10Boss <> TENBY, clearing up my confusion.

The pilots took their instruction literally as the plane powered up, then navigated Hartsfield's complex web of taxiways and crossovers before its powerful engines sent us into the sky and southward for another long flight. After levelling out, the food was brought out by the solo cabin attendant: basil and ham sandwiches that were simple, but tasty, and some gateau. I remarked on this and 10B replied, "Guess why," confirming that this was her choice, and the compliment opened a door to a friendly chat.

David and I played around with the DumbCam as I called it so he could get used to it for shooting The Meet, then we all faded out again. An hour before landing, the pilot announced the time. We were actually early, and I wondered whether her order had played a part in this.

Crew 2 called up the hangar to get a briefing from Crew 1 including Andy, and an afternoon tea of fruitcake, scones, and fruit was served. She may be hard-assed, but she had good taste I realised about 10B.

As we descended, we saw the snowcapped Patagonian mountains start to rise above us, and then we made a straight descent onto the lakefront runway and taxied to the spot Andy had picked. 10B got up saying, "Stay here: customs will be over soon, I'll call out when I'm ready to get you guys off," and headed down the open door that blew a vicious freeze briefly into the cabin before it was closed.

The rear cargo door opened, blowing the chill through the cabin and everyone donned fleeces, hats, and gloves: these would stay on until the coach was moving. While I wanted to spend a lot of time in bed this week with Andy, it wasn't because of the effects of hypothermia. 10 minutes later, the front door opened, and a Customs Officer quickly and efficiently processed us at our seats, then as the pilot came out and told David and I to shake loose, my heart accelerated.

David exited the plane first, aiming the DumbCam up so he could shoot me exiting, pivoted, and then trailed me. In the distance, a hooded, gloved, and spectacled figure walked out: I could finally see the guy I loved so much, and my heart accelerated further. We closed in at a decent walking pace. I thought he looked nearly as hot rugged up as at the altar. We reached each other and wrapped our arms around, hugging tight. I whispered, "Missed you so much, my love."

He replied, "So much to love, so much missed," as our bodies tightened against each other, and we could feel our breaths lengthen and slow. His index and great fingers gently traced down my spine and mine on his, which we loved to do to each other, and I felt a sudden, enormous wave of pleasure wash down my spine from head to pelvis, surprising me and I let out a long, gentle moan of pure pleasure. I realised that even so clothed, his touch had made me orgasm in a way I'd never experienced before, and I moaned more. "Are you OK," he asked. I leaned back and kissed him deeply, which he returned, knowing I was very OK.

I saw Weasel come out of the hangar and I knew that this moment was ending, so I kissed him again and took him by the hand and we walked past the parked aircraft to the waiting coach. David got both signals: camera off, engage with wife and then he was joined by the kids as the family reunited.

Soon the coach was full of excited and reunited Crew 1 families. 10B got on last, briefly hugging her sister, and said, "Bird is clear, coach is loaded. Patagonia Lodge awaits and the buffet is ready, then your rooms will be set. Tootles," and walked back to the 757, but I wondered whether what that sight would inspire in the crew.

The view from the coach was stunning: we drove away from the town, round the lakeside and around an azure lake fringed with the high snowcapped Patagonian mountains. My view was even better as to my side was the exposed face I had dreamed of all week and especially, in the taxi to The Dinner. I couldn't resist periodic leanings in to feel his lips and taste his tongue that yesterday was so acidic it burned holes, now it was soft and sweet as it touched mine and melted my heart again.

We arrived at the delicate, yet imposing Gaucho style lodge framed by the large lake, bathed in the warming remnants of the day's soon-to-set sun and were escorted to the buffet area. We ate, chatting with the group members, but we seemed to keep dodging Weasel and David until we ended up chatting with them last. Our foursome chat was brief, then Andy said to Dave, "We've got football to catch up on," and looking at Weasel and I, "Do you mind?." We both nodded and they left.

Weasel said, "That was a blatant pass-off,". We both laughed as I knew that was true as combined, their footie knowledge barely fills a sentence.

We grabbed tea and sat down facing each other. She took my hand in a friendly, but slightly motherly manner similar to that on our initial OMessage call and looked me straight in the eyes. I nodded and she said, "We all have absolute trust and absolute respect for each other. If someone trips, they know they'll be caught and pulled up before they hit the ground. All of us would take a bullet and some of us have," then realising she'd gone too far, breathed in deeply continuing, "hypothetically!"

I was stunned at her final comment but accepted the row-back as legitimate. Sort of.

We talked about the honeymoon: how I'd felt during it, our away time, and last week. She'd told me she'd heard from Wing via 10B and David about the fuck-overs from The Pests but had kept it from Bat (Andy). She said that she'd heard his takedown because she'd had his feed on receive only, and my walk-out as she was the pilot that had fired the APU.

She replied, "If you come to the attention of an EA, better for positive," and tapped my hand. I realised that I was right about Wing's musing: it was a promised action, not an idle musing. She continued, "You will find that we can be very loud and boisterous but remember, ultimately it's from respect and trust. We may tickle hard, but we never take shots. We are all in this together. Absolutely," she concluded firmly but friendly and hugged me.

All in this together: heard that from Wing I realised. But an absolute, reassuring truth. Normally when a stranger hugs me, I find it cold and impersonal. This hug was different: akin to one from a long-lost friend, or two people that are intimately bound by a third: Andy as my intimacy was a growing love, whereas hers was that he backstopped her, hopefully preventing her plane from killing her. I hugged her back, then it was time to find our men.

Soon, we headed to our room to relax, but before we did, David did some quick group breakaway and scene-setting shots with the DumbCam.

Later, we went to the room and opened the door. On the bed, I saw two large white boxes. The first had my name on it and Andy motioned me to open it. Inside was a folded dress and I took it out and hung it in front of me in the mirror. It was a front-button, full-length, long-sleeved in dark red with several horizontal stripes. Not my normal style as I'm a back zip girl, but a style I need to explore, I realised. I placed it on the bed and kissed him saying, "Tell me later how you got it, but it's a wonderful gift," and headed to the bathroom to change into it.

The dress fitted me perfectly and I exited the bathroom, standing before him in the mirror and he snuggled into me from behind, looking at me admiringly and lovingly. "Amazing. Nearly as good as your wedding dress" he said, and I knew he meant it. I felt so sexy wearing it and pulled him tight and turned in for a kiss.

"Better than the wedding dress: it's from you," and I kissed him harder, moving his hands around it so he could explore it and feeling his lump in my back, causing my nipples to harden and my crotch to moisten as we kissed, and I moved his hands around my dress towards my breasts and the buttons.

"I want you to unwrap me," I said, drawing a cross on his hip with my finger to be sure: No sex yet -- I knew that neither of us were ready. He drew one on me too: agreed, strip only, and started to gently unbutton the dress and kiss my neck. Feeling and seeing his hands slowly undress me as we kissed turned me on enormously and I could feel it had the same effect on him. Soon, the dress was unbuttoned. He gently found my bra's front clasp and unlocked it, peeling open my tits and we massaged them together, still kissing and feeling him grow in my back as my tits and wetness grew too.

I helped him drop the dress off me and we caught my knickers on the way down, so I was now naked in front of the mirror and I turned around, kissing him and removing his top, stroking his chest as I loved to do. I moved down and unbelted his jeans, pulling his boxers down and gently caressing his hardness. We were now naked.

I led him to the bed, and we got under the duvets moving onto our sides and wrapping our naked bodies into each other and we resumed gentle Frenching as our hands gently roamed down naked spines which we both liked, irrespective of how clothed. Feeling his naked body and hardness against me was stimulating but relaxing as all the tensions of the last week washed out of me and from between my legs. His hands running down my spine started my pleasure wave again as we carried on our gentle reconnection.

I started moaning again as our hands moved in sync down our spines, our breathing slowed further, and he pressed deeper into my stomach. Our lips tightened on each other still kissing deeply but very softly as the waves flowed down my spine with each touch, but leaving between my legs and I moaned longer and deeper as I felt his gentle but stimulating touches.

I kissed him hard as I peaked, wondering what our first time will be like, and kissed him deeply, reaching between us for a quick feel and massaging his shoulders which he got the hint and reciprocated. My second orgasm today and a very different one, I realised. But the mere touch of him stimulated me I knew. "Did you?" he asked hesitantly.

I kissed him hard in return, saying "Yes: here and on the runway," as we entwined more falling deeper into relaxation and seeing the sun drop below the snowcaps.

He told me that the dress was essentially Wing's idea. During her briefing to him on the GX ride, she'd asked about me and he'd sent over some pics. He didn't remember discussing buying me a dress, but two days later, she had messaged him three pics of an unknown person in dresses she'd picked out, asking him to pick one. He had chosen this dress quickly.

Normally, when a guy gets their secretary to buy their partner stuff it means they're lazy, but in this case, I realised To give from poverty is more important than from abundance is true: going flat-out, he had made the time to get me a present. I knew that he would be a good clothes-shopping companion as he seemed to know my body very well, especially now that we'd just done some exploring in more depth.

The drawing of the curtain over the snowcaps was the signal for us to dress for dinner. We worked together to put my dress back on and he wore black trousers, shirt, and shoes.

Dinner was in the restaurant, and we assembled. I was semi-surprised that the kids, who ranged from late primary to mid-secondary age were smartly dressed too. I had decided that while spending time with him was my priority, this was a group that I already felt a part of and deeply welcome in, unlike The Dinner and I wanted to reciprocate. I asked Andy if he minded me mixing with the group. He kissed my hand formally in response, sending a tingle down my spine.

Initially, I had Andy on one side and Terri and Simon, Weasel's kids, between me and her. Dinner commenced with petite, stylish, and mouthwatering Empanadas. Initially, they were quizzing their mum and Dog about the flights and in particular the profiles that had been flown. Terri was still in primary, and she was hitting the pilots hard about their week. Her language was similar to Andy's initial text: badly in need of translation and he whispered as acronyms flew -- e.g. VR = Speed of take-off, ING: inbound flight path.

As the prime steaks from the Indingo rancho arrived, she turned around and started chatting to me as I listened in on the other kids chatting to Andy. I was surprised at how the adults treated the kids as equals and the kids' knowledge. She saw I was struggling and said, "I know this is hard for you, but you are doing well." I accepted this, for this was an honest comment.

Terri and Weasel complimented me on the dress, and I told them that it was a gift from Andy which they smiled at. I showed them and Andy the Fuck Them video that Ellie had Pestdrived to me and they all laughed at my hard-headedness.

We decided that we would all do a morning catch the sun run, so we set our watches for early and arranged with the Matre'd for an early breakfast. Unlike last night, tonight I was emotionally and physically sated, I felt included and I had learned a huge amount, mostly about flying, a subject I had previously no interest in, but one even the kids seemed expert in.

It was time for bed and David, again, did a quick -- and final dinner DumbCam run to keep the selfish Pests stated.

We entered the bedroom helped each other disrobe while kissing gently, and then headed into bed naked. We entwined for a kiss and our slowing breaths and touches sent us into slumber.

Next morning, the alarm woke us into darkness. In the night, we had turned over and were now spooning and I felt his arms over my naked breasts and his naked softness on my bottom, which was a new and very pleasant sensation. We wriggled on each other, slowly waking minds and bodies. We helped each other into our running clothes. It was still below zero outside, so we put on compression leggings, inner tops, and breathable long-sleeve outers, exchanging brief kisses as we adjusted each other to perfection, then shoes and gloves and made our way outside to the porte-cochere.

Terri had taken over from her dad on the DumbCam and took some shots of us silhouetted with the lodge and the group behind. This would be the last time it came out as we decided that our duty was done. We had our own cameras that we used as we had done on the Honeymoon.

Weasel was hugging David and as Dog barked out the briefing, said to me "Watch out, idiot still thinks he's CAG" [Carrier Air Commander: a Lt Cdr], knowing that she as who topped out as a Lt Colonel would have done it little differently. Andy and I kept warm in our usual config: him holding me tight.

Soon, we were off into the darkness, red-light torches on. The snow-caps started to be illuminated by the rising sun and we took some quick selfies, but we were absorbed in the morning rise.

The time and Ks passed surprisingly fast and as we finished, I realised that we had done 12k effortlessly despite the cold conditions, which for me was a good hit.

We headed inside for a well-deserved breakfast where the non-runners joined us. Like dinner, I split my time between Andy and the rest of the group.

We returned to the room and helped undress, savouring our naked bodies again as we kissed and touched. This time I led his lips down my neck and across my chest, savouring his lips touching my breasts.

We walked into the shower and turned it on, resuming our kissing and touching as we cleaned each other. But again, it was the tight unity of our bodies as we kissed and teased each other's backs that relaxed and stimulated us and me to the highest again, but we felt no need to progress sexually and at night we would entwine naked, everything touching but never nothing more. We understood that we had plenty of sensual and intellectual exploring to do before that would happen.