“Today is going to be a wonderful day,” she thought as she drove up to the local airport.
Her husband had bought her an orientation lesson for her birthday and today was a perfect day for flying. She got out and looked around for her flight instructor but there was no one around. She went around to the back of the hanger and saw two men working on one of the planes.
“Hmm… I’d like an orientation lesson on that!” she murmured to herself as she eyed the tight little Wrangler wrapped bottom on the dark haired guy closest to her.
He straightened up to greet her as she approached and she felt a tingle in her belly when she looked into a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen.
“God, he’s gorgeous!” she thought as she introduced herself to him.
She had always had a weakness for a tight round ass wrapped in denim.
“Hi, I’m Kelly Richards. Can you tell me where to find my flight instructor? He was supposed to meet me here for an orientation flight this morning?" she said with a smile.
Beautiful Buns took a step toward her wiping his hands on a shop rag, "You got him. My name is Robert, glad to meet you." and held out his hand; flashing a charming smile.
This was turning out to be a very good birthday present, indeed!
"Come on, our plane is over here." he said and he walked across the tarmac stuffing the rag into his back pocket. She followed a couple of steps behind him, mesmerized by the movement of that rag against his denim covered ass as he walked.
"Oh, Lord; give me a break here!" she sighed to herself.
He was very business-like as he proceeded with her orientation lesson; showing her how to do a pre-flight exam; explaining the controls and what the lesson would be like. She’d had trouble concentrating on his instructions; her mind wandering into daydreams about what that ass would look like naked and on top of her. She prayed she would remember what to do as he helped her up into the plane.
After the proper instruction about the instruments and basic operation they taxied to the runway for take off. He let her fly the plane for take off and the adrenalin high was beyond anything she had experienced before.
The lesson went perfectly as they flew around for an hour. The view of the world from so high up was breathtaking and the glimpses she kept getting of his muscular chest from the open neck of his shirt kept her mouth dry and her pussy wet with forbidden desire. She couldn’t keep her eyes from straying to the noticeable bulge at his crotch over and over again; trying to imagine what was just under the denim.
When he let her land the plane, she thought she would explode from the rush! Flying was like nothing she had ever experienced before! He opened her door to help her out and she felt the wetness between her thighs. She was embarrassed and afraid the stain would show through her tan shorts; that he would see how turned on she was.
He slipped his hands under her arms helping her down from the plane… and into his waiting arms which he wrapped tightly around her. She struggled against him till his mouth found hers, his tongue invading her mouth; taking her breath away. His fingers twined in her hair, holding her head captive; holding her mouth to his. His tongue probed, teasing; tasting. Then, slowly, his lips left hers to tail hot fire down her neck; to the hollow at the base of her throat, and she was dizzy and confused with desire for him.
She felt a hand rough, gripping her ass, grinding the bulge in his jeans against her crotch.
“What are you doing?” she protested weakly as his hand left her hair to unbutton her blouse.
