Chapter 6 - Exploration
The weeks rolled by, and Jane and I were again on opposite sides of the country. Her ex-husband was cooperating with the money laundering investigation, and would end up pleading to a lesser charge in exchange for testifying against his client/criminal conspirator. Jessica bluntly told me that she was very jealous of what Jane and I had, but said again that I also would be "the dumbest man on the planet" if I let Jane get away. It meant a lot to me, because it was starting to seem like Jane was becoming a fan favorite amongst the people in my life.
I had a big trip planned at the end of August, which was poor timing given that my kids were just going into their last (Josh) and first (Sarah) years of high school. I promised to make it up to them. The schedule had a cabin crew I was familiar with, but it wasn't Jane's group. My co-pilot would be Rory. I had taken to calling him my good luck charm, because good things seemed to follow him.
I pulled into parking at 5am, to be ready to go for the 7am Detroit to New York leg. It was already 83 degrees, and it was probably going to be well over 100 when we landed in Nashville for the end of our day. I noticed upon walking into crew rest that the AC was already having trouble keeping up, and instinctively knew that the jet was going to be hot. I walked over to Rory, and volunteered to do the walk around, if he would take cockpit duties, to which he readily agreed. The tarmac was hot, the AC truck was blowing hot air, the power truck was blowing hot air, the fuel truck was blowing hot air, and I was a sweaty mess when I walked up the steps and into the jet way. Roy had already gotten most of the setup done, and I felt the blast of cold air as I walked inside the cockpit. Rory had a huge grin on his face, which I was sure was due to having probably skipped a couple dozen steps just to enjoy a few extra minutes of cold air. After a minute of brief chit chat, I decided to hit the crew restroom to dry off and clean up as best I could, and ran into a solidly built woman...Jane. Jane? "Jane?" I repeated the thought in my head, out loud.
She looked at me, let a sly grin flash for a millisecond, and then said "do you mind, flyboy, I've got a lot of work to get done." I threw up my hands in mock surrender and backed away. I watched her walk away, her solid, beautiful, big behind, and I swear she just did a little shimmy, which was confirmed when she sort of looked over her shoulder to see if I noticed.
I walked back into the cockpit, Rory still grinning, me with a bit of a smug grin as well. "5 days" Rory said, still smiling.
"5 days" I repeated. Slowly looking over at him, he was just shaking his head.
"I just don't want to have to carry your workload the last day, old man" was his only reply. I left it at that. Why mess with good luck.
We landed in Nashville that afternoon, and it was pushing 105 degrees. It even felt hot inside of the jet way on the way off the airplane. Jane and I tried to maintain separation, but on our way towards the shuttle, she pulled me aside. "So, are you surprised?" she asked.
I replied a simple "yes, how?"
"I traded with someone who I owed a favor, which is funny, because" she let the question trail off into a huge smile.
"Jane, are we going to be able to keep it together for the little party in the bar?" I asked, but Jane just sort of shrugged. We walked together to the shuttle, braving the blast furnace temps, and pulled up to the hotel a short while later. We went our separate ways, and changed for the crew party. I arrived first this time, and Jane wasn't the first person to arrive, or even the second. She just so happened to be the last, but her arrival literally brought the proceedings to a halt. I had been used to her usual outfit, but Jane arrived in something brand new; a flowing skirt, high heel sandals, and a shirt that seemed to be draped over her, and was both loose and form fitting. It seemed to ignore her usual rules for outfits, with the shirt allowing the curves of her amazing bosom to show. This alone turned the heads of the two men there, a junior FA and Rory. I ignored it, mostly, because it fed my ego to know that I would be the one she went to bed with that night. Jane sat, and after a few minutes of lighthearted banter between the crew, the group began going to the bar to place orders for drinks and food.
I slid down a few seats to Jane, and began talking to her. "I'm surprised you were the last one here, usually you and I are fighting to get down to the bar for the best seat" I playfully joked.
"I had a little business to attend to" Jane said. We made a little small talk, avoiding anything that would have been unseemly, and I moved back to my seat as people started to return to the table.
Through the next four hours, everyone had a good time joking, telling air stories, and I even told one of my favorite Navy stories, the time I flew out to Boston to and loaded up my jet with Narragansett beer for our incoming CO, who happened to be a Boston native. It was the usual good time, and by 10pm everyone started filtering upstairs; we had an 11am flight to start the next day, and the rule was 12 hours bottle to throttle, and 8 hours of sleep. Jane and I were the last to leave, helped by Rory ushering one of the young female FAs out as he left. Rory was going to go down as the greatest wingman of all time. After Rory and the FA had disappeared into the elevator, Jane whispered in my ear "Give me 15 minutes before you come up, and be quiet." I obliged, waiting 15 minutes watching sports highlights. The elevator stopped at every floor up to the sixth floor, and my impatience was starting to show. Jane had also slipped me her second room card, so I let myself in, closed the door, and found Jane laying on her side on the bed, wearing as close to what she could find to match the black negligee from the dream I had.
"Jane, wow" was all I could manage, and she squealed with laughter. There was something else there, though, a look on her face of growing ecstasy, like she was building up on her own. I approached her, and she pulled me down onto the bed, into a deep kiss. She guided my hand down between her legs, and I could feel that she was already soaking wet. "Jane, it looks like you don't need me for anything" I joked, but she just looked at me with her bedroom eyes, saying nothing, and pulled my hand back to her ass. I grabbed a handful of it, but she pushed me onwards, until I could feel the solid lump sitting between her cheeks. "Jane., is that" I sort of stammered, knowing what it was.
Jane quickly confirmed it "Yes, it is. Here's another surprise," she pulled me in to whisper into my ear "I want you to take its place." I had never been as turned on by the thought of that as I was then. Jane pulled me close, and we kissed each other. I slid my hand down between her legs, while she grasped my cock. I played with her gently, and freed my other arm from between us to play with her breasts. She moaned loudly and slowly, and I could feel a release building in her, so I pulled her lingerie down, freeing her immense breasts. I began kissing them, and tugging on her nipples with my mouth, until she had a loud orgasm.
She lay there, breathing hard, for a few minutes, before she started giggling a little "Tom, I pushed it out."
