Dreams Take Flight (14 page)

“Sorry to be leaving.” Lucas turned around and slowly made his way to the flight office, with a large coffee in one hand and a swollen dick in his pants.

Lucas took his time getting to the office, allowing time for the little general to relax. Mike was already in the office going through some of the preflight paperwork.

“So, Mike, what did you discover about the maintenance record? Incidentally, I heard from Global and I will have another interview scheduled for me in the near future, so I’ll need some time off.”

“Yeah, OK. Remind me of that a few days before you need off. I went back through everything and found a worksheet indicating that the hundred-hour inspection had been done, but apparently it had never been entered into the aircraft logbook.”

“That should clear us, shouldn’t it?”

“As far as I can determine, it looks like it’s a record-keeping problem in maintenance.”

“How do we get the feds to recognize that?”

“Not sure; I’ll work on that tomorrow.”

“Don’t forget I have my interview coming up, so this must be cleared up by then. I can’t let anything like this get between me and that job.”

“All I can promise is that I’ll do my best. Don’t overlook
your
role in this process. You know your name is on this citation, too.”

“I just want this fixed.”

Despite Lucas’s discussion with Mike, his concern about Global, and his preoccupation with Heather, the flight that evening went smoothly.

Upon arriving back in St. Louis, Lucas finished his pilot duties and then headed off to Heather’s apartment.

When he arrived at Heather’s place, there wasn’t a single apartment with a light on. After parking his car next to Heather’s, Lucas was careful not to make any noise and disturb the neighbors. He was startled when the door opened. On the other side of the door stood Heather, wearing only a seductive smile and a large bow covering her pubic area.

Lucas stepped in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and kicked the door closed. They gave one another a long, lingering kiss, as though they had not seen each other in years.

Lucas still held Heather, and their lips were still fused together, when Heather, with both hands, unzipped his pants and felt his cock grow to an enormous size. While they embraced, Heather wondered how Lucas’s cock managed to penetrate her so easily before.

Heather continued fondling Lucas’s dick until he withdrew his lips to catch his breath. Heather’s body was perfect; her skin was smooth and soft, and her dark, mysterious eyes penetrated every layer of Lucas’s defenses, leaving him at her will. Heather loosened his belt and slid her hands under the elastic band of his underwear, dropping them to his knees. Lucas’s dick was hard, only its weight preventing it from pointing straight up. Heather cupped his balls in her right hand and toyed with the head of his dick with her left. To avoid climaxing, Lucas pulled Heather close and pressed his hard dick against her soft, warm stomach and held her tightly, allowing his level of arousal to trail off.

As Lucas pulled his pants and underwear the rest of the way off, he said, “Heather, let’s go into the other room.”?

“What’s on your mind, big guy?”

“You’re on my mind, that’s what.”

Lucas pulled off his shirt and tie and tossed them on top of his pants, all piled next to the front door.

Completely disrobed, Heather reached for his dick with her left hand and said, “Follow me; I’m going to give you something to remember.” With Lucas in tow she headed for the bedroom.

Upon reaching the bedroom, Heather released his dick and tossed herself onto the middle of the bed. Lying on her right side, with her head resting on her right hand, she patted a spot on the bed right next to her and said, “I want you to lie down right here, relax, and forget your hard day at the office.”

Lucas complied and lay down next to Heather on his back. Heather immediately rolled over on top of Lucas and straddled him, with her weight on her knees and lower legs. She maneuvered so that her pubic area rested on Lucas’s dick. Then she began to move her buttocks in a circular fashion, increasing Lucas’s excitement while kissing him passionately.

Toying with Lucas’s emotions, she pulled her lower body toward Lucas’s chest while pushing down her hips, allowing her female parts to tease his dick. First she inserted his dick into her wetness, and then she pulled forward, allowing it to drop out. She continued doing this until Lucas couldn’t stand the torture any longer. As Heather lowered herself and inserted the head of his dick another time, Lucas, with both hands, reached around for the cheeks of her butt, slid his hands high inside her legs, and pulled her down while spreading her warm, soft lips wide open.

Lucas’s dick slid deep into Heather’s well-lubricated cavern. Still holding the inside of her legs, he could feel his balls pressing against the backs of his hands, telling him that his dick was completely inside of Heather. Heather lifted her chest and began a motion that stimulated them both to the point of climax. Every muscle in Heather’s body stiffened, requiring her to sit up straighter, with her back arched away from Lucas, holding his dick motionless deep inside of her. Sensing Heather’s climax, Lucas held Heather tightly as he shifted his thoughts of pleasure back to himself.

Suddenly, he felt a sense of euphoria as his dick exploded as deep into Heather as he could push it. As Heather tightened her muscles, she could feel his dick pulsate with his climax, leaving his own deposit of love juice.

Lying there, limp from emotional exhaustion, Lucas still deep inside of Heather, they both fell asleep.

The alarm went off at ten o’clock, giving Lucas and Heather one hour to get ready. Knowing that they only had an hour, they decided to forgo their desire to continue where they had left off. The thought of being in Indianapolis in a few hours, giving them the evening to themselves without time constraints, made their sacrifice more palatable. Access to only one bathroom made the process a little awkward, but it was nothing a dose of creativity couldn’t fix.

“Lucas, why don’t you use the bathroom first?” asked Heather. “While you do that, I will pack a few clothes.”

“Sounds like a plan,” said Lucas. Once in the bathroom Locus looks down at the little general and thinks to himself,
you’re in good shape little fellow, so don’t let me down. This Heather gal is something else, and it will take everything we have to keep her happy.

Within an hour, they were off on their trip to see the Indianapolis 500. They stopped briefly at Lucas’s apartment, to pick up a few clothes for the overnight trip. From there, their latest adventure began to unfold.

“Heather, you like pie?”

“You bet! Doesn’t everyone?”

“Everyone I know. There’s a family-style restaurant with homemade pies almost as tall as you. This place is about forty miles east of St. Louis. Wanna stop?”

“Sure.”

“Wish I could think of the name of this place, but we will see the billboards once we get close. If you’d like, we can also put the top down when we stop, to soak up a little sun as we head toward Indy. Oh! I just thought of the name; it’s Aunt Betty’s Café. I always stop there when I can.”

“Putting the top down is a good idea; I need a little sun.”

Once inside they both enjoyed a piece of banana cream pie and a cup of coffee. Recently for them, dessert had been found in bed, but today things were different: dessert was actually served up on a plate. Like their bedroom desserts, seconds were a must, so they purchased a full fruit pie to take along for later.

With the top down, the red Corvette headed east down Interstate 70. Their hair blew freely as the wind whipped through the car. Both donned aviator sunglasses, light tops, and shorts.

“Next stop: Norton’s Inn near the airport!” proclaimed Lucas.

It was nearly six o’clock local time when they reached the hotel. Lucas took care of the room while Heather remained in the car. They were both traveling light, so unpacking wasn’t an issue. Once in their room, they only unpacked the few items they’d need in the morning: toiletries and the clothing they planned to wear to the track.

The room was a typical motel room. The combination dressing room/bathroom was immediately to the right of the main door. A king bed stood beyond the bathroom, on the right wall. Six big, fluffy pillows were arranged at the head of the bed. Each side of the bed came with an end table and an attractive lamp. A dresser and TV had been placed across from the bed. An armchair and ottoman sat in one corner. The back wall of the room doubled as a sliding door leading to the pool area. The discovery of a pool came as an unexpected surprise to both Lucas and Heather.

After settling into their room, it was time to explore the area and grab a bite to eat. Within walking distance was a wine shop, where food is limited to snacks; a Burger and Brew, and a Country Kitchen restaurant. After a short deliberation, they made their way to the Country Kitchen for a little down-home cooking. Feeling relaxed and fed, Heather suggested they swing by the wine-and-cheese shop on their way back to the room.

With four bottles of wine and several packages of cheese in tow, they returned to the room. Passing through the lobby, Heather couldn’t help but notice all the people lined up at the counter, waiting to check in. Their garb gave them away as race fans, wearing all kinds of fancy shirts and caps emblazoned with their favorite driver’s car and number.

Having stored their wine and cheese, Lucas and Heather were ready to kick back and enjoy the evening.

“Heather, why don’t we watch just a little local news to get a good feel for the weather tomorrow, and see if we can find something about tomorrow’s race? OK with you?”

“Sure. Whatever you want to do.”

“Since this is your first trip to the race, I want to make sure we’re dressed for the weather. We might even find out something about the race that you’ll find interesting.”

“Lucas, everything we’re doing is interesting. I’ve heard about the Indy 500 in the past, but never dreamed that I would actually be here someday. Did you notice all the people in the lobby when we came in? Most were wearing Indy garb. Guess they’re like us, here for the race?”

“Right, and you’ll see hundreds of thousands more like them tomorrow. I think you’ll love the race, and the excitement of being with all those people.”

“Do you have a special shirt or something to wear?” Heather asked. “Since you’ve been here so many times?”

“The only thing I wear nowadays is my Indy cap. I learned a long time ago that you never know what to wear until the night before, so I always pack light—that includes these long-sleeved Florida shirts,” he explained, holding one up. “That probably isn’t their real name, but they’re worn in hot climates to protect your skin from the sun. I’ve found that they also keep me warm when it’s a little chilly. Never know what to expect in Indianapolis in late May.”

“I’m going to feel out of place tomorrow without any Indy clothes.”

“Don’t worry, Heather; you’re in good hands. We’ll pick something up for you tomorrow. Something that will help you fit right in.”

“Good, because I want to fit in. What time are we getting up?”

“Probably around six; you know that will be five our time.”

“That’s early.”

“It is, but it’ll give us enough time to throw some clothes on, get a bite to eat, and be just a little ahead of the crowd. The track is only about twenty minutes from here.”

“You know best. You have the experience. Whatever and whenever you want to do something is fine by me.”

“Even that early, we’ll still encounter traffic near the track. Heather, you up for sampling one of the bottles of wine we bought?”

“Sure am! I was afraid you were going to take them back with us.”

“You know, I’ve been thinking about that pie since we left the restaurant. While I get the wine, Heather, why don’t you cut us a piece of pie? I asked the lady to include some paper plates and plastic utensils. They should be in the box.”

“I can handle that. What time does the race start?”

“You know, I have to check my ticket every year, but I think it gets underway at noon. Did you bring a swimsuit?”

“No, should I have? I didn’t think of it.”

“I guess not. I never do, but with our room opening onto to the pool, it seems like a fun thing to do.”

“Do we need a suit?” Heather asked.

“The night before the 500, Indianapolis turns into a party town. There’s likely to be a large number of people around the pool until late. If we were to go skinny dipping, it would have to be even later because of the crowd. I don’t see that happening. In the past, this motel has always been quiet and orderly. That’s one thing I like about this place and why I keep coming back.”

“I know it would be late, but if you want to go swimming I have a sports bra and my running shorts. I could wear that. Do you have something?”

“Guess I could wear these shorts. The only other shorts I have, I may need tomorrow if I don’t wear my jeans. Tell you what Heather: why don’t we just enjoy our wine and cheese and see what the pool looks like later?”

“Sounds good to me,” replied Heather.

The evening slipped away from Heather and Lucas. Soon it was eleven, and the time had passed so quickly they felt like they’d just arrived. Both sat on the floor with wine and cheese within arm’s reach.

“Heather, we managed to kill one bottle of wine and about a pound of cheese, not to mention half a blackberry pie. What do you say we get ready for bed?”

“You want to go first? Would you prefer I go?” asked Heather.

“My dear, why don’t you go and I’ll guard the next bottle of wine?”

“Sure you will! You’ll probably have it half-consumed by the time I get back!”

“How long will you be?” asked Lucas.

“Think you’re going to miss me, huh?”

“I already miss you, but I’m just wondering how much time I will have by myself with the wine.”

“Aren’t you just special?” she asked as she put a hand on each side of his face, scrunched up her nose, and playfully rubbed their noses together. “I won’t be gone long; I just want to take a shower and brush my teeth.”