Sarah had been working for weeks with John Depalma, chief test pilot on the "Sound Spike" project for General Dynamics.
She had been developing the software to design the device to lessen the sonic boom caused by supersonic aircraft. With a prototype spike fitted on a F16 flying at mach two it had reduced the boom to less half that of the Concord. Sarah had been trying to close that account for weeks now and had done everything right, had the right solutions for John Depalma and his staff, provided them with an excellent demo and answered all of their questions.
John was the lead pilot and very charming but he seemed nervous when Sarah was pitching him and Sarah had been confused by the buy/no buy signals he was sending her.
She had asked me to accompany her on what you might call the "Make or Break" meeting that evening with John. John was going to fly the three of us to Miami in the Gulfstream G150, booking it as a maintenance test flight. He knew of a great restaurant and wanted to treat Sarah to for all the time she had spent, but she felt it was going to be a lost cause.
So we drove to the airport and John was waiting, he put Sarah in the right seat where the co-pilot normally sat and I watched his eyes widen as her short skirt rode up high as she positioned herself behind the yoke. I sat in the jump seat just behind them both.
Sarah was like an excited little girl as we rocketed down the runway, the thrust of the twin Honeywell engines pressing her back into her seat. As John rotated the aircraft she suddenly weighed twice as much as the G-force increased.
In minutes we were at our assigned altitude of 45,000 feet traveling at 850 M.P.H. and on auto pilot.
As John set the aircraft on course to Miami Sarah crawled out of the cockpit and asked if we wanted to join the mile high club?
John and I sat on the couch as Sarah undressed in a seductive strip tease, John reluctantly turning away briefly to ensure we were still on course. One by one she removed each article of clothing to the beat of Michael Jackson's "Thriller" booming over the planes speaker system.
First she removed the crisp white shirt she was wearing slowly unfastening button by button until the front came open revealing her well-filled white pushup bra. Reaching behind her back she opened the clasp and brought the bra forward with her hand allowing her bare white mounds to tumble out into view. Her tits were gorgeous, perfect orbs of creamy white flesh crowned by delicate ping nipples that stood erect in the cool cabin air.
Sarah discarded the bra and her hands went to the side fastener on her skirt. Quickly she undid the button and pulled down the short zipper allowing the waist to go slack around her hips. The skirt fell into a pile around her ankles as she stepped out of it. She was wearing no underwear.
Sarah soon stood before us gorgeously naked wearing no more than her four inch heels and a smile.
