Charles Richards and Diana Maitland had to wait only a few minutes outside the hangar building at the airport in L.A. until the pilot came out. Charles introduced Diana to the pilot; his name was Gordon Brown, he looked several years older than Charles and he was a right handsome man as well—wavy, dark brown hair, dark eyes and chiseled features. He looked Diana up and down appraisingly, paying special attention to her breasts; then he looked at Charles with a twinkle in his eyes and chuckled shortly as he said, "I can see why you're anxious to get to Vegas! Better watch out though, she looks like she's going to be quite a handful!" He said that last part nervously as he saw the look on Diana's face.
Diana had put her hands on her hips and stared sternly at him as he had ogled her breasts. When he finished his statement about her being a handful, she glared at the pilot and said, "More like two handfuls, Mr. Brown...or is it Capt. Brown? And they're way more than you could handle, I'm sure. Charles here, however, knows how to handle them very well—which is why I'm dragging his ass off to Vegas to marry me! Now, would you be so kind as to get aboard that plane and get it ready for takeoff!" She pointed toward the plane as she finished her statement.
Gordon Brown looked at her in shock for a few seconds as his cheeks reddened; he should've known better than to insult a Colonel's daughter like that! Then he mumbled, "Yes, ma'am. My apologies, Miss Maitland," and headed toward the plane.
Charles had been about to get in Gordon's face because of the way he'd looked at Diana, but when she chastised Gordon herself, he almost laughed at the look on Gordon's face. Oh, man... was she good with a snappy comeback, or what?!! And then when she told Gordon that he knew how to handle her breasts very well and that she was dragging him to Vegas to marry her, his eyebrows went up in surprise and his heart flipped over.
He knew she was perfect for him because she wasn't going to take shit from anyone—including himself; he had always longed for a woman who could keep him on his toes. His ex-wife had never argued with him about anything, and he had always wanted a woman who would argue with him and keep him intellectually stimulated because that drove his passion...for love and for life! He grabbed Diana and pulled her against him and kissed her deeply and passionately for several moments as he caressed her left breast with his right hand, squeezing her nipple firmly, but gently, until she groaned in his mouth.
She had her arms wrapped around his neck, so he moved his left hand to her right breast and just stood there kissing her and caressing her breasts until she arched against him, her mouth breaking away from his as her head fell backward and she moaned deeply. Her crotch was pressed firmly against his hardness and he could feel that she was hanging onto his neck because her legs felt weak. He said huskily, "Look at me, Diana." When she raised her head and opened her eyes, he could see her rampant desire, so he continued, "I wasn't sure before, but I am now. I'm in love with you, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make you love me, too!"
She grinned sexily, and said, "This is a great start! Now, why don't we get aboard the plane and stop giving Gordon there a show!" as she nodded toward the plane.
Charles looked sideways toward the plane and saw Gordon standing in the hatchway gawking at them. He looked back at Diana and said sexily, "I want to make sure that son-of-a-bitch knows you belong to me!" As he said that, he slid his hands from her breasts down her body and around to her ass, and then rubbed his hardness firmly against her crotch a couple times, causing her head to fall back again and a loud moan to escape her lips and he felt her knees buckling. So he leaned down and picked her up in his arms and started walking toward the plane.
Diana put her mouth near his ear and said firmly, "If you rub against me like that one more time, I'm going to make you fuck me on the plane. You got that, Mr. Tease?"
She didn't realize how close they were to the plane at that point, and she snapped her head to her left as she heard Gordon snort a laugh. He was grinning wolfishly at the two of them and said, "Hey, it would be a hell of way to start your lives together...to join the Mile High club." Both of them frowned at him in confusion, so he explained, "You know, people who...do it...in a plane while in flight. Haven't you two ever heard of the Mile High club? Geez, I guess not. Why do you think they call the flight control area of the plane the 'COCKpit?' But, trust me, it's worth it!" as he grinned even wider and waggled his eyebrows suggestively at them.
Charles and Diana looked at each other; they both started to grin sexily as they thought about it. They couldn't imagine that very many people had the opportunity to do something like that; they would be all alone in the passenger compartment—and it would make for one hell of a memory! Charles looked at Gordon and said, "You let me know when we reach cruising altitude, and if you open that cockpit door, so help me, I'll beat the shit out of you as soon as we're on the ground!" Gordon indicated that he understood.
They boarded the plane and sat in the two front seats across from each other, put their seat belts on and held hands and looked at each other as Gordon started the engines. It took just a couple minutes for them to taxi to the runway; they had an interesting view of the takeoff as Gordon had left the cockpit door open and they could see down the runway. She loved the feeling of power from the acceleration of the aircraft as it sped down the runway, and when it lifted off the ground and the heavy vibrations from the landing gear rolling on the pavement ceased, she felt like she was floating. She looked at Charles and they both smiled as he squeezed her hand.
It was a bit noisy inside the airplane as the engines were pretty loud; Charles and Diana were glad because they figured that Gordon wouldn't be able to hear whatever happened between them. About 5 minutes after they took off, Gordon turned around and indicated to Charles with a thumb up, apparently indicating that they were at cruising altitude. Charles unbuckled himself, got up and went forward to close the cockpit door, with a warning look at Gordon, took off his suit jacket and laid it over the back of his seat, then turned to her and held his hand down to her.
She undid her seatbelt, took his hand and stood up with her purse, and he led her to the back of the plane and sat in the port side seat. He pulled her onto his lap to kiss her passionately for a few minutes, caressing her breasts again; when he could hear her moaning into his mouth, he knew she was ready as much as he was. He helped her to stand up and she put her purse down on the floor next to the seat. Then he put his hands on her legs, noting that she was not wearing stockings, then ran his hands slowly up her legs, under her dress and slip, over her hips and ass, and removed her underwear. He watched her as she stared at him, breathing heavily; he didn't raise her dress at all to look at her crotch—he wanted to save that until after they were married.
When she stepped out of her panties, he picked them up; he could feel how wet the crotch was and he smiled sexily as he realized how much he had been turning her on. He brought her panties to his face and sniffed them, and then groaned as he got his first real whiff of a woman; his ex-wife never let him put his head anywhere near her crotch. He saw the look of excitement on Diana's face as he sniffed her panties, and he realized that she was a woman who most definitely wanted him to put his head between her legs and lick her...he could hardly wait to do that! He stuffed her panties into his pocket intending not to give them back to her, and he saw her frown slightly and a distant look come into her eyes like she was remembering something, then deep desire flooded their depths as she stared at him again.
He almost asked her what she was thinking, but at the moment, he was throbbing and he wanted to be inside her, and from the look on her face, that was what she wanted, too. But he didn't want her to see him yet, so he pulled her toward him to straddle his lap on her knees; she hesitated for a moment while she removed her half-slip from under her dress laying it on the seat across the aisle, then moved to straddle him with her dress covering his lap. He moved his hands to his belt and manipulated it undone and then unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. He wore brief underwear, which constrained him more; he had to lift himself off the seat slightly as he pushed his pants and underwear down his hips and over his ass low enough to free himself. He kept his ass positioned on the edge of the seat so he would be at a better angle to enter her more easily.
She never saw his cock and she realized from the way he had removed her panties and then pulled her over his lap before he undid his pants that he didn't want them to see each other yet. It was kind of exciting to think that she was going to impale herself upon a man she just met a couple hours ago—in an airplane while in flight over a mile off the ground, and with whom she's flying off to Vegas to marry because he had told her he wouldn't fuck her until she was his wife. She'd have to remember to thank Gordon for his suggestion that they join the Mile High club!
He positioned himself at her wet entrance, then reached up and grasped her face and kissed her deeply, and he heard her moan sexily as she felt him rubbing against her. She squirmed her hips as she tried to thrust herself down onto him, but he stopped her by grasping her waist, and said sensuously, "I want you to lower yourself onto me as slowly as you can; I want to savor the feeling of every inch of me sliding inside you. Do you understand?"
She looked at him and nodded and moaned that she understood; she could tell from how far above him she was positioned on her knees, and yet she could feel the head of his cock rubbing her, that his cock was longer than any she'd had inside her before—even the big man's—John Wayne. He held onto her waist as she slowly started to push herself down onto his cock; he was pretty thick, too, over half the width that she'd been used to with the big man. She heard him start to groan deeply as she felt his cock stretching her open.
