Kent's initial attitude to my new found hobby was of mixed caution. I assured him that I would organise Neville to meet the clients that he would have otherwise picked up from the airport and bring them to a new helipad once it was completed. We could arrange luxury transport from there to Lakeside or one of our motels in the town. Slowly but surely, he warmed to the idea. Finally, he agreed for me to buy our own company helicopter. Des had explained that the tax advantages would considerably diminish our current liabilities. Effectively, the IRD would be subsidising our expensive toy. The many photographs that Kurt and Des took on our short holiday further sealed the deal in Kent's mind when he realised that he could have a bit of fun too. He saw the photo of me at the controls with Neville sitting, naked, beside me.
"How the Hell did you talk him into that?" He croaked finally, tears of mirth streaming from his eyes, pointing at Neville's image trying to disguise his semi erect penis from the camera. Des had a quite a knack of capturing the mood of any of his subjects and he had captured the moment perfectly this time. I saw the opportunity to mention some fresh ideas for our modelling schedule while we were all together. An increasing number of customers were leaving as soon as the show concluded. They had only bought lingerie and swimwear items.
"Do you realise that nearly fifty percent of our audience never buy BDSM gear at all?" I began. "I have an idea for us to consider."
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Three weeks later, Kurt was on one of his short flying visits to Australia, having taken Angela with him on this occasion, leaving Cat and I alone for three days. We noticed a smaller helicopter circling over Rome It descended over the lake on a flight path to land beside the house on a Monday morning. Although three weeks had passed since I last saw Graham, the exciting events of our holiday were still very fresh in my mind. He got out of the helicopter with an armful of books and papers.
I led him into the dining room where Cat was setting the table with scones and teacups. When he sat down he offered me the paperwork and sat down to explain the reason for his visit. He suggested shorter instruction periods at first, so that the information gained would consolidate and be retained. We talked for over an hour as we swapped information. I told him about our plans to build two helipads. One near the road and another beside our house.
Graham became very interested when I outlined my plan to bring groups of clients into Maple Lake, by helicopter, for our regular fashion shows. This would provide exciting opportunities for his business, in selling those clients sightseeing trips around the area once their business was concluded with Kent's Creations. He rang Neville and after a short animated discussion he told me that he could spend the rest of the day with us, asking me to show him around the town.
Cat and I dressed while Graham secured the chopper for a longer stay.
Cat showed Graham around Lakeside while I had my regular meeting with Les, introducing him to Kent. On the way back to Rome we called in to the restaurant and had lunch with Lance and Kate, who immediately recognised Graham from the photos. I introduced him as our co-pilot from the trip to the Lodge with Angela and Kurt. Although we were only away for only two hours, by the time Graham returned to Rome with us he was fully informed about our operations and had met most of our families. He was beginning to realise that we were all more than just friends by now so I explained the unique relationship that we all enjoyed together. I had deliberately omitted reference to BDSM at this point.
Graham began to disrobe once we got back from the trip to town.
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do?" He joked inquiringly.
"You'd be surprised what we get up to around here, Graham." Cat countered with a cheeky smile. "Are you sure you feel safe?"
"I'll teach you all about safety soon enough." Graham retorted with a smile. "You'll see?" He added mysteriously.
I couldn't help wondering what Graham might think if he knew what we Romans really got up to around here. While I hadn't expected him to embrace our customary nudity with such enthusiasm, I invited him to place his clothing in our bathroom so that he could freshen up before leaving. Maple Lake had it's own micro climate, where it was rarely cold enough to need clothing at any time of the year.
I showed Graham through the boathouse and we took him on a long trip around the deserted lake on the ski boat. While the three of us were out on the lake he offered to take us for a quick ride in the Hughes and teach me some basic handling skills. Of course, we accepted his offer.
The machine that Graham had brought here was a Hughes 500 Jet powered helicopter, similar to the one that used to bring us to Rome when we were living in the city. It was fast and comfortable but only carried three passengers and the pilot. I was pleasantly surprised when he walked straight to the helicopter without going into the house to get his clothes. He was far more comfortable with his nudity than Neville had been but I hadn't been expecting him to take us flying without getting dressed first.
He showed me through the starting procedure, the same way Neville had done, but he made sure that I clearly understood all the steps before he actually started the motor. The roar as the Jet burst into life vibrated my naked vaginal lips and hardened my nipples. Although Cat was in the back seat, she watched him closely. Her interest in Graham was becoming apparent. I could see that the powerful initial burst of the motor had affected her similarly.
My first official lesson, although it was due to last a little over half an hour, gave me the confidence to handle the machine. Graham seemed so relaxed in taking his hand off the controls to allow me to direct the Hughes with all three main controls, yet he remained alert. He swiftly corrected any mistakes that I made before any evil befell us. I was well aware that his interest in both of us was not purely professional anymore. He had told us a lot about himself on our trip around the lake. He seemed more interested in our lifestyle than his partner, Neville had been.
"Just how high up are we?" Asked Cathy as Graham was guiding me through on a tight turn. "What's that little lake over there?" she pointed, leaning her naked breast on the back of Graham's seat so that her hard nipple touched his bare shoulder. She was being very cheeky, watching his lap for some reaction.
"It's a forestry reservoir. Very private at this time of the year." Graham explained. "Would you like to see it before we go back?" Without waiting for an answer he turned to me. "I have control!" He winked at me with a huge smile.
Suddenly the motor noise died and Graham altered the angle of the machine downward and pointed out that I should watch the airspeed indicator. "It should stay at seventy knots." He explained, handing back control.
"What's happening?" Cat spoke in a shaky voice.
"We have an emergency. Seat belts secure!" He turned toward Cathy. "This is the quick way down." He grinned.