Bobbi and I spent the day Saturday flying a simulated cross-country just like you'd fly in preparation for getting your private pilot ticket.
She flew into Fresno, then down the Valley to Bakersfield. From there she flew back to San Luis, finally ending up back where we started at Paso. All three airports other than PRB have control towers, and all are about 80 nautical miles apart. It's a standard route I use for my students, and it pretty much avoids weather and gusty winds. All except for over at the coast of course. That's kind of the curve ball in the equation.
The trick, if the student has been paying attention, is to fly to San Luis first, in the morning when the winds are calm, then over to Bakersfield, then up to Fresno, and finally back into Paso. It's not really cheating, it just makes things easier for a novice pilot.
Since I was with her, we did it the hard way. It took her three tries to land in the afternoon at San Luis. She wasn't happy with herself. I reminded her that she had skipped nearly thirty hours of practical experience, both of dual-time and solo time. That seemed to relax her a little, but Bobbi can be something of a perfectionist.
When we got back to the house we went for a swim and made love afterward. I took the blame for having her fly into San Luis last, after the winds had kicked up. Part of the reason she was upset is that she works at SBP. Bobbi is proud of her accomplishments at the airport, and she knew she'd be getting ribbed for having to go around twice. She forgave me by making love with me again.
I think Bobbi and I are the most compatible couple I know. Our interaction is effortless and our sex life is simply outstanding. Speaking just for me, I have never been with anyone I feel so comfortable with. I had never been so incredibly turned on by my lover either.
Bobbi has an absolutely beautiful body. Her skin is so pretty, and her figure is perfectly proportioned. I know she thinks her breasts are too small, but in recent days I hadn't heard that lament. I love how she looks, and there's not a single millimeter I haven't explored. It drives her crazy too. I love the fact I can give her several orgasms every time we make love. She gets frustrated that I want to wait to cum, but when I do she's always surprised by my intensity. She told me Sunday afternoon that it was always worth the wait.
We had multiple conversations with Jenni over the weekend. Bobbi had convinced me that we'd just take it slowly and let things progress at a natural pace. I was still not comfortable about having sex with anyone but Bobbi. She said she'd help me if it ever got that far, and that she knew Jenni was really anxious to experience sex.
Jenni sounded a bit different the last few times we'd all chatted together. It's text of course, but her demeanor had become very excited and it became increasingly clear she was looking forward to coming home to be with us.
Bobbi thought she may have had her hopes up about a continuation of the night in the truck. I reiterated that I was happy to spend time together, but that alone time with Jenni wasn't at all likely. That usually got a smile, a kiss, and a hug from Bobbi.
She reminded me that she knew Jenni better than anyone. Because of their experiences together with kissing and exploring each other, she knows what makes Jenni tick. She did admit that part of the draw about the three of us spending time together was the possibility to once again be able to explore Jenni.
She was embarrassed about that and said, "I mean, even though we've been together like that, I'm not a lesbian. I'm not even bisexual. It's just that I've known Jenni forever. I guess I want her to know what sex is like with a man. Especially with you. She trusts you. I do too. That's why this might work out, if you want it to." She gave me a shy smile.
It seemed the possibility of a threesome was something Bobbi was titillated about. (No pun intended.) Bobbi can also be quite Alpha. Jenni is not in the least bit assertive, always looking for affirmation. I think part of Bobbi's interest in exploring Jenni's sexuality is her Alpha side speaking.
When we make love she often takes the lead in initiating what she wants to do. She's not shy about directing traffic. The times I've taken over and dominated though, she's reacted with strong orgasms and lots of kisses and hugs afterward.
Granted, our experience together is very limited, but we've packed an awful lot into a very short period of time. It will be interesting to see how our relationship matures and progresses over the coming months. I can't imagine getting tired of Bobbi. She is my perfect partner, and not just because we have great sex. I don't want anything to mess that up.
Bobbi spent the entire weekend with me, going home on Monday morning. We checked in on her mom both days, taking her out to Sunday breakfast at the airport. Bobbi and I gave her a tour of the hangar where I park the two Twin Cessnas. We offered to take her up for a flight around the coast, but she was not interested at all.
Nancy won't admit it, but I think she is nervous about Bobbi flying. Even though she knows I have lots of experience as a Flight Instructor, it's the solo portion of the training that scares her. We've both told her that multiple tens of thousands of people have done the same thing, even back when flying wasn't nearly as safe as it is today. She still doesn't like the idea.
The week started out rather crazy at work, but settled down to a dull roar later in the day. I was hoping to take Bobbi flying again, since she had only one more week of downtime before school began. Also, that Monday was her last day before returning to work at ACI Jet. I knew that our time together was going to change, and that the few carefree days we'd experienced were at an end.
The weather didn't cooperate though, with a ridge of high pressure creating 35-40 knot winds even into the evening hours. Light planes are typically grounded in those type of conditions.
Instead, we ended up having dinner early, then going out to the airport to take a tour of the Skymaster. We rolled it out of the hangar, and did a thorough pre-flight walkaround. We checked oil, fuel, and tire pressures. We even started both engines and taxied out to do a runup on each.
The wind was howling, and quite variable as well. There was no way we were going to fly in conditions like that. I shut down the rear engine and taxied back to the hangar. We shut the airplane down, and opened the big clamshell door for some fresh air.
It was clear that Bobbi would need a booster seat and maybe even custom pedal extensions in order to fly left seat in the Skymaster. She's simply too short to see over the console, and when boosted, reaching the rudder pedals would be difficult.
That kind of upset her a little, so after we cleaned up the plane and put it away, we drove over and opened in the 172 we'd flown before. Her confidence returned, and she went through all the checklists with me. We weren't going to fly with the windy conditions, but it was all good practice.
Afterward we went to our favorite place and talked to our favorite bartender.Tom is a great guy and he flirts shamelessly with Bobbi. She got so embarrassed the first few times, but after a while she got used to it and started giving him grief. I think it kind of makes her horny to have a good-looking man flirting with her. When we get home afterward we have fabulous sex. Or maybe I should say more fabulous sex than our usual fabulous lovemaking.
Bobbi ended up spending the night with me, and we woke up when it was still dark. We made slow, passionate love until daybreak, then got up and went for a morning swim. As usual we showered in the mudroom, but we took our time. We both knew our time together was changing.
Bobbi and I made breakfast together in the nude. It was so much fun! Neither of us wanted our time together to change, but Bobbi was excited about returning to work. I offered to drop her off, but she was anxious to go home first and check on her mom.
She's such a sweetheart, and so responsible. She loves her mom dearly and worries about her. It's obvious they have a close, special relationship.
I got to leave work early on Tuesday, so I drove to the airport to see Bobbi on the way home. When she saw me she actually ran to me and gave me a long, tight hug. I reached down to kiss her and she nearly reacted like we were at home, kissing me with unbridled passion. I remember feeling a little self-conscious.
One of her buddies gave a wolf whistle which broke our kiss.
She laughed, flipped him off, and called, "Ya missed your chance, Carl."
He responded by looking down at his shoes and shuffling his feet with an "aw shucks" sort of vibe. That made us both laugh.
We talked for a few minutes, but her radio went off. She all but skipped over to the fuel truck, climbed in, and blew me a kiss. I waved and blew one back.
When I got home the house felt empty. There was a message waiting from Jenni though, so I sent a text to her in response. She must have been out and about already, because I got nothing back.
It dawned on me that over the course of nearly a year, Jenni had taken up a lot of my time and energy. I concluded that wasn't a bad thing, but it left quite a void when she and I weren't chatting at our usual times and in our typical patterns. I had grown pretty fond of her, and if Bobbi hadn't started things with me, undoubtedly Jenni and I would have ended up together at some point.
I thought about how that might have turned out. It could not - ultimately - have ended well.
Upon reflection, it was a really good thing that Bobbi texted me that night. Besides the obvious, it would have been awful to have sex with Jenni and get even closer, only to meet Bobbi and find out she was "the one."
It was clear that Bobbi and I were meant to be together. I'd never been so sure, so soon, about anybody in my life.
Bobbi's shift at the airport ran 9:00 to 18:00, except when she was in school. She worked both days on the weekends too but started at 6:00 and worked until 15:00. The upcoming weekend before school started she had asked to have free before she left for Japan. That was before we ever met of course, but it meant we got to have a special weekend before Bobbi's schedule returned to what it was prior to meeting me.
