Chapter 2 -- First Time
"Yeah, uh, whoa! There's another" I said, as the jet dropped a hundred feet in seconds, hitting another wind shear. It had been our third warning since the initial approach fix. ATC was doing a great job of sequencing pilots into the muck that was Miami weather that night. "Okay, let's just go around unless" I waited a second "and there it is" I said, just as the jet broke through the clouds. The gusts were still wild, and the wind was nearing the 737's design max for crosswind landing.
After turning off the runway, ex-Navy Lt. Rory Lowenstein quipped "I think the LSO waved you off back there, did you miss that?"
"Smartass" was my reply, and we just grinned at each other. Rory was brand new to Pan Am, but was handling his first trip like I would have expected a Greyhound pilot to do; by mocking my failures of aviation any chance he could.
Upon reaching the gate, I unlocked the cockpit door, and Jane popped her head in seconds later "If you boys are going to play Navy, please don't do it on my plane." Rory's grin only increased, and Jane gave me a little grin of her own.
It was the second day of the trip, and the shortest one at that. We had only done 5 hours of actual flying due to the legs we had flown, and so the entire crew rolled into the lobby bar at the hotel around 7. We were going to have a bit of a welcoming on, as three of the crew were new to Pan Am; Rory of course, but also Pamela and Chantal, two FAs straight out of training, replacing Clara and Sean, who had decided that they wanted each other more than they wanted to fly with Pan Am. A man really can't blame them, I guess. Rory had just completed his commitment to the Navy, driving the flying truck that was the C-2 Greyhound. Pamela was from around Detroit, and was following in her mom's footsteps. Chantal grew up in a small town in Indiana, went to a small college in Ohio, and wanted to see the world.
I walked into the lobby bar first, and Jane followed shortly after. She wore her usual winding down outfit, the uniform skirt and the t-shirt. We smiled at each other, and made small talk. We hadn't really had time to talk between the Indy trip and now, and even then the only safe bet for the time being was avoiding the subject. By 7, the whole crew had arrived, and the proceedings had begun. By 9, everyone began to peel off, getting ready for 9am wakeup call we would be getting. Eventually, only Jane and I were left. "It's a good, professional crew now" Jane was saying, happy with not only her two new FAs, but also impressed by Rory. "The only problem is that I can tell that Chantal's heart isn't in it as much as she thought it would be."
"Yeah, well, she probably bought into the 'see the world' line, and found out that she's only going to see a lot of North America for the time being" I offered. Jane sort of laughed at that. We continued the small talk, until we realized there really wasn't anything else we could talk about. Well, that is, except the single subject that we hadn't really had time to discuss.
We both sat and looked at each other, waiting for the other to speak, until finally Jane said "well, I'm going to need a good night's sleep tonight for the next couple days." I found myself agreeing, sadly, and followed her up. The elevator ride was quick, and we both said our goodnights.
I walked into my room and closed the door. It was that click of the door that snapped me out of the funk I was in. What the hell, I know Jane is thinking it. I turned right back around, walked out of my room, headed down to 516, and knocked gently on the door. It was milliseconds after knocking that it opened, and Jane stood there, happiness on her face. "Jane, I need to talk to you about something. Can I come in?" I asked. She motioned me inside, and closed the door behind me.
"So, what's the problem?" she asked, and she seemed to show some concern. We sat down, her on the bed, and me on the chair. She smiled a bit. "Tom, if you're concerned about our status as coworkers, I want to tell you that I've put the last trip out of my mind."
I paused to think about what I could say next. Jane looked at me, and I could tell there was something on her mind, but It was my turn to be the one to lay themselves out there. "Jane" I tried to find the wording I wanted "I haven't." I didn't exactly have a way with words.
Jane just looked at me, confused, before finally saying "I had a dream about you the night we talked in the bar, and after the Indianapolis trip, I've had dreams about you every night." That one shocked me.
She looked a little scared about her revelation, so it was my turn to man up. "Jane, I had a dream the night we talked as well, and have been unable to get over what happened in Indianapolis."
Jane smiled, as if a huge weight was lifted off her. "Tom, I was afraid that was it for us, after that night."
It was my time to go for it. "Jane, I don't know what to say, but" I trailed off, trying to find my words.
Jane found them "We have some dreams to live" she said, her face changing into a seductive little grin. There was a pause, as if we were waiting for the other, and then we were in each other's arms, locked together, kissing passionately. Her warm, soft, large lips pressed against mine, our tongues met, and I realized that we had found the bed.
She had begun shedding her clothes, and so I did as well, until I was in my underwear, and she lying next to me on the bed, wearing only her bra and panties. I slid them off of her, and whispered "It's my turn." She moaned softly, and I began kissing down her belly, reaching the point between her legs. She really had paid attention to her trimming, and had a neat, short patch of hair guiding me to her pussy. I placed my head between her legs, and began to take in her warmth. For the next few minutes, I did everything I knew, and began to find myself drenched in her juices, her gentle moaning slowly increasing in sound. I stopped and kissed back up her belly, to her chest, when I realized that she had shed her bra.
