Part 9. The boys in blue
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The following week was hectic.
The four pilots were in the conference room most of the day, checking through manuals, of the new A10 with those of the American A10.
They would discuss the difference, making notes and queries. They would bring them up in the afternoon with the civilian engineers, when they held their meetings with them.
But, what they really wanted, was to see the British A10 in the flesh; first it was arriving on Tuesday then on Wednesday.
It finally arrived on Thursday.
It didn't look all that different than the aircraft they had flown in Arizona at first sight. But, when you could get closer, you could see the subtle differences. The engines were slightly bigger.
There was no canon at the front, which would be added later. There was a biggish rounded nodule behind the cockpit containing the new radar in front of the cockpit, on either side were two bulges, with armoured Perspex shields in front facing forward sensors, which linked to the radar.
The largest difference, from the aircraft he had flown in the desert, was in the cockpit. The layout had changed, the standard controls, control column, flaps, thrust lever, brakes were recognisable still, but the front of the cockpit was dominated by three ten inch display screens.
Robert had to move aside from further examination has the civilian engineers and RAF ground crew swarmed all over it.
The pace picked up, with the arrival of the first aircraft.
Not having the luxury of a dedicated flight simulator, such as the one at Fort Call, they had to make do with a software program, which the electronic engineers had made. This could be shown on a large thirty-six inch monitor, which displayed all the flight controls of the new aircraft.
Clicking the mouse, over a particular control revealed a flag, which explained its function.
It was slow going, due to the fact only one of the four could use the program.
They had been assured that a full-scale reproduction of the cockpit, should be arriving the next week. It would be linked to the program once the engineers had sorted out all the bugs.
In the meantime, they had lectures from the Rolls Royce people. Lectures from BA Systems people, so by the time they came off duty late Saturday night, their heads were aching with the data they had absorbed.
Robert had received a call from Terry at eleven to say Sue, and she had booked in at the motel and were in chalets 14 and 15.
It was almost midnight, by the time Tim's BMW pulled up outside 15.
The chalets where single story, built in one long row a parking bay outside each one. Robert grabbed his overnight bag from the rear seat and moved to the door of 14, where a Ford Mondeo was parked outside, he knocked and walked in.
He stopped stunned; Sue was standing there with a big smile on her face, and practically nothing else on. The smile quickly faded, and her eyes opened in alarm at seeing Robert there.
"Oh, sorry Sue, I've got the wrong chalet," he stammered and quickly closed the door.
As he turned he saw Tim exiting 15 as they passed each other Tim muttered, "Sods law."
When he entered, Terry was sitting on the bed with a bathrobe on, seeing him she jumped to her feet and kissed him.
When he broke away, he asked her if she had been wearing the robe when Tim came in.
"Yes, why darling?"
"Well I've just seen Sue in her tanning suit."
"Oh, and how did it look," she replied raising an eyebrow.
"I didn't stay long enough to form an opinion."
She chuckled "poor darling did it frighten my hero?"
"It will frighten Tim when he sees it."
They could hear laughter coming from the next room.
"Well he doesn't sound frightened to me," she said, "I'm sorry about the mix up, but when I saw this one was the last in the row, I switched keys with Sue. At least it gives us some privacy; the walls are paper-thin."
He removed the bomber jacket and dropped the overnight bag on the small chest of drawers, then sat on the bed, to remove his shoes.
"Had a shower?" He asked.
"Yes, when we arrived at 10-30."
"So you've not had time to change then."
"No, I've changed," a smile on her face
At that moment, they were interrupted, by drumming noise coming from the next room. Robert crossed to the wall; he could feel it was vibrating, he put his ear to it, and he could hear low moans grunts and cry's emanating from it.
"It sounds like Sue's tanning suit, didn't stay on lo." He never finished as he completed his turn.
Terry, had removed the robe; it was lying on the bed. She was standing looking at him.
Sue's suit, seemed to consist of more string than material, two thin strips extended down from the halter at her neck barley covering her areolas; her nipples standing proud, the black of the material, contrasting with the light cream of her flesh. The minuscule piece of material that tried to cover her vulva stood out on the whiteness of her bikini line.
"So," she said huskily, "what do you think?" Knowing already, by the bulge in his jeans.
He walked up to her his thumbs tracing the outline, of her nipples.
"I still say; there are indecent, and only to be worn in complete, and utter privacy," his voice strained.
"If you don't like it, I'll take it off," her voice low and sexy.
"No, it's emm ...all right," he swallowed.
"You know darling, I think his Nibbs, is trying to look at it, let me help him."
She moved closer and slowly lowered his zip of the jeans sliding them down to his ankles.
She continued, "Oh, the poor thing he'll suffocate in there," her hand pulled his shorts forward lifting and then pushing them down to join the jeans.
His erection, fully vertical and hard, she sat on the bed and leant forward.
"Hello Mr Nibbs, have you missed me," she kissed the end of it.
He let out, a low groan his hands reach out for her, she pushed them away.
"Stop it Bobby, were having a discussion. What's that you said; oh, you liked the kiss?"
Her head dropped lower; he could feel her mouth encompassing the erection, her lips holding it firm then her head began to slowly, move.
He could feel his buttock's clench, and then her hands holding them, as they moved to the rhythm of her head.
He tried to lift her head, but she would have none of it, just keeping the same rhythm up, maddening him, he was sucking in air into his dry mouth, he could feel his body tensing.
She must have felt it; she removed her head and grasped the erection in her hand moving it up and down faster and faster.
He climaxed, the hot sticky fluid, striking Terry in the chest, again and again has he spurted.
