Story Three - Getting to know the pilot
The interviewing process was finally over, and our new company pilot had been hired. Out of all of the applicants Natalie was the only one that had truly inspired any confidence in me that they could handle the job at hand.
I thought that it was pretty straight forward when I placed the ad. I wanted a qualified commercial pilot that would be able to do our milk run of delivering our product throughout the UK and Europe on their own without someone holding their hand. They would be flying a Fairchild Metro II turbo-prop that we were purchasing, with the view to upgrading to a jet in approximately twelve months time.
God, it had been difficult. Boy pilots, just out of school all thought that they would be stepping straight into the left seat of a Challenger 604. What they didn't realise was that I was a qualified pilot and had thought about going down the road they now travelled but had decided against it after talking frankly to the chief pilot of my father in-laws corporate jet charter business.
That brings me to Natalie. After interviewing all of these boys that were young, dumb and full of cum, I lucked onto Natalie who immediately went to the top of the list. For a start she had a few more years about her than the rest of the applicants and this was proving to be a stumbling block with other jobs she had applied for. She is in her mid thirties and stands 5'8" tall and would be about a size eight.
Her problem had been that commercial airlines believe they won't get enough time out of them stating at that age. She was at a point of giving up and going back on the tools when she came to me. I was looking for someone older because some of the time they would be flying my family around without me there to keep an eye on them. The reason Natalie started her flying career so late was that she is a qualified aircraft engineer. This was such a bonus for me because she would be able to oversee any work carried out on the aircraft to ensure that we were not getting ripped off.
When I explained that anytime we held her over with us at destinations she would be paid and her accommodation paid for, she practically wrestled me to the ground to get at the employment contract to sign it. Before I let her sign I inquired as to how her significant other half would react to her being away a fair amount of the time, she replied, "I just got out of a fairly long-term relationship and the break-up wasn't good.
He wasn't happy about the thought of me away a lot as he wanted a wife at home to cook his dinner. The last thing I want in my life at the moment is a man. I just want to fly!"
This seemed a fair enough answer to me, so we both signed the document. I don't think either of us realised how close we would all become over the coming months. We both spent the required time being trained on type and eventually the day arrived that we took delivery of our plane. Being a turbo-prop we were both gaining valuable "jet" hours. We had her uniform designed and tailor made as it was agreed that she would gain more respect if she was displaying the four stripes of command on her sleeve.
Finally the day arrived and the whole family was going to take our first ride in our plane and spend a few days in Spain. I had let Natalie know that she would be staying over as well and not to make any plans. My wife had only met Natalie briefly during our flight training period, but she said she got a good feeling about her and our time together over the next few days would be a chance to be sure about our decision to employ her.
I pulled the car up at the stairs of the plane which is parked on the apron outside the hanger of the FBO we use to store it in. The plane looks fantastic, spotlessly clean and the company logo looks fabulous in its position of pride on the tail. Natalie comes down the stairs to meet us as we get out of the car.
Jarrod and Trent are absolutely buzzing, and this will be Natalie's biggest test. They dive out of the car and race up the stairs and into the cabin. Fiona and Natalie say their hellos and I watch as Fiona looks Natalie up and down. Fiona had not seen the uniform before now in real life and I am waiting for the reaction.
It consists of a short sleeved white blouse which has charcoal panels on top of the shoulders and at the bottom of the sleeves. The ones on the sleeves are wider on the top of the sleeve and taper to about half the size at the bottom to form a diagonal. On this is the four silver stripes signifying that the wearer is a captain. A tailored charcoal skirt takes car of the bottom half and a charcoal blazer completes the ensemble, which again has the four silver stripes at the bottom of the sleeves. I notice that Natalie is wearing a pair of black court shoes, which surprises me a little and her legs are muscular, but feminine and have a lovely golden tan.
Fiona walks over to Natalie, "Your uniform looks fantastic. I hope it is comfortable to wear and not like the usual clothing men tend to buy for us women!"
Natalie laughs a genuine laugh, "If it is uncomfortable, I've only got myself to blame as I put it all together. All Michael did was specified the colours really!"
Fiona looks over at me with raised eyebrows as it looks like something I would have designed. This is the first time I had seen Natalie in anything other than jeans and baggy tops and I had to admit that she looked pretty hot.
I but in, "Alright ladies, we'll never get to Spain at the rate you two have got up. You can talk fashion all you want once you're in Spain. Fiona, go and have a look inside and check on the boys while we load the bags. We'll be on board pretty soon so can your buckle the boys in please?"
Natalie puts the last of the bags on board while I park the car and I meet her at the bottom of the stairs. I motion for her to go first, "You first and I hope you brought your bikini?"
As she climbs the stairs in front of me, she looks over her shoulder, "Oh I put swimwear and underwear in the same league, I don't wear either; ever!"
I nearly stumble up the stairs as I hear this as never in all the time, we had spent together during flight training and getting the plane ready, she had never hinted at this last statement.
I close the door behind me and check on Fiona and the boys. The boys are so excited Fiona is having trouble keeping the boys in their seats. I enter the cockpit to find Natalie has removed her jacket and is already sitting in the right seat making preparations for takeoff. I take my place in the left seat and buckle my belt.
"Let's have the pre-start checklist please Natalie?" and I glance over at her. My heart stops as I can see she was telling the truth about underwear, the top half at least. Under her sheer white blouse, I can clearly see the curve of her full pert breasts and distinct outline of her nipples. Totally unaware of the commotion she is causing, Natalie starts to read off the check list.
With the check list complete, I hit the starter of the starboard engine and am rewarded by the familiar sound of the turbine turning over. With both engines started we are granted clearance and begin to taxi to the runway. Natalie catches me looking at her out of the corner of her eye, "What's the matter?"
I've been caught out so decide to come clean, "I didn't realise that blouse was going to be so sheer when we chose it and I couldn't help but notice that you were telling the truth with what you said on the stairs just before!"
She glances down at her twin globes which are clearly visible as the seat belt is pulling her blouse tight against her skin. Smiling she asks, "Do you want to change the blouses when we get back or do you want me to start wearing a bra?"
"Its up to you, but I can't make you change the way you dress, so if your comfortable with the uniform the way it is then that's fine with me, if you want to change the blouse that's fine to!"
A silence lapses between us as we continue to taxi to our runway. Natalie sits comfortably in her seat, apparently not the bit phased by our conversation. I glance over and tentatively ask, "So does that mean your going commando right now?"
Natalie looks over at me, "All right, let's get this out of the way right now. Yes, I am going commando right now. As I said before I never wear underwear, I am proud of my body and confident about who I am. I don't have a problem with the uniform the way it is because it makes me feel feminine and sexy and that's exactly what I need after all those years of overalls and boots.
That's why I'm wearing high heels even though they're not very high, it's how they make me feel that is important and they won't interfere with my flying. So, have we got all of that out of the way now and just get on with what we are doing?"
I sit back quite shocked at her frankness and wonder what I have let myself in for, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be pushy, but we are going to be working very closely together and I feel that we should be honest with each other and be quite frank so as to prevent any misunderstandings. I just want to make sure that you're comfortable with things on a whole!"
"I'm glad we got this out in the open" she says breaking the tension by allowing a broad smile to break across her lips.
I smile back, "I'm going commando myself at the moment and often do, so does Fiona!"
Natalie throws her head back and a chuckle escapes from her from her mouth. She answers the radio call and we line up on the runway and takeoff.
The flight to Spain is uneventful, we land and taxi to the flight base we will be using. I shut down the engines and undo my seat belt. Natalie undoes her belt, swivels in her seat to get up and as she does, she accidentally nudges me causing me to glance in her direction. Her legs have parted slightly during this manoeuvre and I can see straight up between her thighs. She is indeed going commando as I can see a very beautiful bald pussy at the tops of her thighs with what looks like a sparkle of metal in the area of her clit hood.
The moment passes and we get on with the job of securing the plane. Natalie puts on her jacket, not realising the show she has just put on and leaves the cockpit to open the door. The heat is oppressive and hits us like a blow as it rushes into the cabin. We all make our way down to the waiting car while Natalie places the bags in the rear doorway for unloading. I grab the bags and throw them into the boot. Natalie closes and locks the doors, and we all jump into the car for our trip to the hotel.
