After the CRJ landed in Santiago, I bid farewell to others including David and especially Terri who had decided that I was her little sister! But we knew that in a few weeks, we'd reconnect in Whistler and I quickly connected to my A350 for the long flight home.
Andy had given me a spare Surface and I now had a Rapid Response logon. There were several emails I needed to answer so they could complete my onboarding. Once I had done this, I fell into a deep sleep knowing that while I would be alone this week, I would be busy, and Andy would likely have a bit more time to call me.
On Monday, I had my arranged coffee with my boss Adrienne. We discussed my imminent change of plans. The deal was that, while away, I'd work part-time for her and part-time for 10B. She was pragmatic about my reduction in hours but happy that I had such a good time away.
On Tuesday evening, I arranged with my pub run group to run from our usual The Thistle 7k to the Old Inn and do the 5k there, though at 80%, before running back to our haunt for dinner. Pre-Patagonia, 19k would have killed me, but the final 30k run there gave me confidence. After the run, we chatted animatedly as I filled them in my match with Andy and experiences with The Pests and the unworthies.
Next morning, was TLS' Girls Day, which I'd happily agreed to this. I woke, feeling sore and annihilated which surprised me, then I wondered if it was the missing post-run relaxations that was the cause. The filming was outside, and I put on my usual dark top and jeans, as I still was not inclined to hypothermia, and kept my skin natural and untarnished.
The taxi arrived at a stunning stately house and, as usual, I was the last there. All the brides were in semi-party gear, showing plenty of skin and their usual dosing of make-up. I was not surprised at being welcomed in a rather stiff but friendly manner after The Dinner's happenings.
The filming area was a large crescent with a table stacked with antipasti and a few bottles of wine. After tasting a bit and a few sips, I thought that someone had ordered Budget Party Pack as, unlike last week's soul-caressing wines, the wine was sweet and bland and the meat paled in comparison with the succulent, sweet local cuts that we had there. Worse still, was the absence of any meaningful salad which would have ameliorated the situation and balanced the saltiness of the meat. Decent salads is a habit that I'd picked up from my love on the Honeymoon and heightened last week by the chefs.
I let them carry on chatting and realised that this was the opposite of Patagonia, where I'd received an immediate warm and engaged welcome into the group. They started asking soft questions about the time away and I replied, "B and I had a great time away," unconsciously using his nickname's abbreviation, but the girls thought I said, He. I gave the headlines about the Lodge and the scenery. I said that, at Saturday's Dinner, the crew was going to show the video that I had shot while away, though I wondered whether it would be as long the video we'd wanted to shoot, but maybe not the one The Pests wanted.
They asked what Andy was like and I replied, "Down was amazing as there was a good balance between family and group time. Bat's great: we get on well and have a lot in common. But he's not here and there are always two sides to a story. In fairness, I want us to share our experiences together next week."
Lindsey, a bride, asked, "Bat, Down?" and I twigged, realising that last week, everyone referred to people by their Tag, not their name and I suspected some of the younger kids didn't know Andy's actual name.
I replied, "Andy. That's his nickname," and smiled, remembering I had been gifted Cen, and then explained about [stand] Down vs [stand] Up weeks.
They asked me about the row we'd had that caused me to cut Andy off. I had a go at explaining this: that he had been rushing to check Falcon 1's newly installed sensors following an urgent re-tasking and that The Pilot [Weasel] had fired the APU to commence start-up as she needed to get airborne quickly. This went over most of their heads and I realised that, a fortnight ago, it would gone over mine too.
They asked me if we'd discussed it and I replied, "We had an open and frank discussion about it," smiling as I remembered that it had happened when we were nakedly entwined in bed and concluded our discussion with a long, sensuous kiss and back caress.
In the taxi after, I felt that I had got to know the girls better. Some I had started to like, but the rest I remained cold about as some were dissing their husbands hard, and others were taking shots at their fellow brides. We had agreed early on that we would never kick the other in public which made me dismayed at their actions. I wondered what Guys' Day was like and mulled that if it was similar to Girls' Day, Andy would have been bored shitless as he has a similar enjoyment of carping. Worse, for him, is that I knew he has a near-absence of interest in team sports as when we were skipping through the sports pages, he was semi-interested in what Jim Radcliff is doing at Man U, but completely uninterested in what Ten Haag and the gang were doing, though some, my ears found Andy's comments were simultaneously derogatory and witty.
Things had changed between us. On our calls, we no longer felt the need to hold our emotions, and we now admitted that we missed each other and were looking forward to his return. He was sending me pics from the aircraft's centreline camera: stunning mountain scenes, dawns, dusks, and coastals. He told me that he'd taken the dawn and dusks himself as the camera wasn't used during take-off and landing, so he could control it as the pilots flew the plane.
These lifted my soul and reminded me of our time in Patagonia, but the thought of our naked bodies entwined opened my pussy and raised my nipples.
Andy's schedule had changed authorities wanted low tide imaging of rivers and coasts that the quake had deformed. To do this, Dog in Falcon 2 was flying during the daytime low tides and Weasel in Falcon 1 was doing the nights. Andy got the short end, having to split his sleep to accommodate. The unintended result was that he would go to bed at the same time I was, and we would reminisce about our bedtime snuggles, sharing other pics.
I had just got back from Girls Day and saw that Andy had sent some stunning nighttime pics that he'd used the aircraft's camera to shoot. I saw his status was Active, so I video-called him.
I had just got back from an evening out and saw that Andy had sent some stunning nighttime pics that he'd used the aircraft's camera to shoot. I saw his status was Active, so I video-called him.
"Hey sexy, hot pics, what are you doing now?" I asked.
"Missed you, I'm just out of the shower," he answered as his video turned on showing a full frame of his hot, naked body in the mirror.
"You look peaky," I replied, smiling at the sight of his peak.
"I was thinking about the longest run we did, where the sun bathed us in its soft, early morning brightness, the amazing lakeside and the snowcapped mountains framing us and I had this stunning chick next to me, then our shower together and the after-run," he replied and I saw his peak grow.
I was starting to think about the after-run too. My peaks were growing, valley opening, and it was starting to flow. I replied, "Never thought our first would be like that. Tell me, but let's use the proper cams."
We switched to our desktop cams, and he continued in full hot view of me, "We came into the room after post-run breakfast and the sun was bathing us, making you look so hot as we kissed."
"We were hot and sweaty, but you made me feel sexy. Our hands wrapped around each other, and we held tight, kissing deeply and slowly, tongues exploring and connecting," as my nipples hardened, and my slit opened reminiscing and seeing his erect cock.
He continued, "I turned you around, so your back was against my chest and held you in my arms, feeling our breathing sync as I kissed your neck and rubbed your tightly clothed chest, then nipples."
I moaned, rubbing my clothed bust and feeling the hardening peaks, "You were kissing me, then you pulled my top and bra off, leaving me topless," and removed my top and bra.
