“Champagne! It’s the middle of the morning!”
“It must be five o’clock somewhere. If you don’t want any…”
Marilyn interrupted me. “I didn’t say that!”
At that point Jim Johnson came out of the cockpit and headed to the door, and pulled the folding stairs up into the plane, and then pulled the top portion of the door down and closed us up. “Let’s buckle up, folks.”
He went back into the cockpit and Samantha came back to do the flight attendant bit. “Do I need to tell you how to buckle your seat belts?”
“I think we have it covered.”
Just then a whine started from outside as the engines began starting up. Samantha moved into a fold-down jump seat next to the cockpit door. I looked over at Marilyn. “In the event of an emergency, do you know the proper crash position?”
“What?”
“You bend over, put your head between your legs, and kiss your ass good-bye!”
“Shut up! You can’t say things like that on an airplane.”
I laughed at her. “What? I’m going to upset all the other passengers?” That simply got me a raspberry.
I faced forward and considered my seat. The seats on this bird were really nice and luxurious leather, big, wide, and soft. They must have been made from a very happy cow. The cabin wasn’t all that big, but it still beat the back end of a 727, with a screaming four year old on one side and a sweaty overweight Shriner on the other side, coming off a hangover and reaching for an airsick bag.
Of course, not all 727s are like that. In my first go-around I had flown private jets several times. Most of the times were with various trailer suppliers, but back before that, I had been with ITT for a time and had flown a few times on one of their corporate jets. This was back when ITT was one of the largest conglomerates, and had a fleet of jets. Their pride and joy was a 727 rigged up as a corporate jet. Leaving aside the super-plush seats and ample legroom, it had meeting rooms and a bedroom. On entering the plane, we had been greeted by a steward who told us that as soon as we got to altitude he would take our drink orders and ask how we wanted our steaks cooked. It was a bunch of us flying back from Seattle to New York on a red-eye, and they got into a high stakes poker game in the back. We had been scabbing in a pulp mill on strike, living in the mill, and making about three times our normal pay with nowhere to spend it. There were thousands riding on that table, which is way more than I felt comfortable with.
At the time I was working in a lab in New Jersey and got tapped to work on the West Coast for three months in an emergency. While out there, separated from family and friends, we all went native. I grew my hair out to my shoulders, and for the first time grew a full beard. Once a month they would fly us home to see our families after working 84 hour weeks. When I went over to the lab to check my mail, people stared at me and moved away from the hairy mountain man moving down the hallway. Of course the best moment was that first time I flew home and got into the apartment after Marilyn had left for work. I was beat, and climbed into bed and went to sleep. That afternoon I woke up to my wife screaming in the bedroom. She didn’t know I was coming home and didn’t know who the hairy bearded guy sleeping in her bed was! Of course, about ten seconds after she figured out who I was, she was in the bed with me. It had been a long cycle on the West Coast.
Anyway, that 727 set the gold standard for corporate jets, that and the Playboy DC-9 that Hugh Hefner owned briefly. This bird wasn’t that fancy, but she was pretty nice, and she apparently could haul ass. Once we taxied to the runway, Jim Johnson put the pedal to the metal and I found myself pushed heavily back into the seat. It didn’t seem like very long before he rotated off the runway and started climbing like a raped ape at a crazy angle. I looked over at my wife and found her looking at me with a mixture of disbelief and awe. I just grinned back.
It was well under ten minutes before we were at cruising altitude and leveled off. At that time, Samantha unbuckled from her jump seat and got to her feet. She popped open a hidden cabinet and pulled out a pair of champagne flutes. These she handed to us, and then she opened a different cabinet to reveal a hidden wine cooler. Inside was a bottle of Dom Perignon. She pulled this out and popped the cork carefully, and then poured some into our flutes. Then Samantha set the bottle into a holder built into the wall of the cabin in front of me. “I’m going forward now. I’ll let you know when we’re about ten minutes out from Eleuthera.” Then she headed towards the cockpit, and a minute later a full partition slid shut closing off the cockpit.
I looked over at my wife and held out my champagne flute towards her. “Here’s to our vacation. We earned it!”
Marilyn looked over and laughed, and then clinked her flute against mine. “We earned it?”
“You had a baby and I blew apart my knee. We earned it!”
She smiled and sipped her champagne, and I did the same. In fact, we finished our glasses and I refilled them. I also undid my seat belt and tucked it down into the seat and out of the way. Marilyn noticed me and did the same.
I patted my right knee and smiled at her, and gave her a ‘come along’ motion with my index finger. “Have a seat.”
“We can’t do that!”
“Do what? We’re just going to sit and talk.”
Marilyn rolled her eyes and carefully got up, and then twisted around to sit on my lap sideways. Since I was in the left hand seat, I had my glass in my right hand and Marilyn had hers in her left, with her right arm around my neck. I pulled her face down to mine and gave her a quick kiss. “Who knows, maybe by the time we get back, your parents will have sold Charlie to the gypsies and it will be quiet again.”
“You are a heartless and evil person,” she replied with a smile.
“You think so? Wait until he hits the teenage years and grows up to be just like his old man! You’ll be happy to move him out of the house then.”
Marilyn gave me a disapproving look. “I think you’re just making it all up. No way could you have been like you say you were when you were a teenager.”
I just smiled. My left hand snaked its way up to the zipper on the back of her dress. Ten seconds later I had flipped the hook-and-eye catch and pulled the zipper down. “Carling! You can’t do that here!”
“Now, how old do you think I was when I perfected that little maneuver? It wasn’t after I met you, not hardly!”
Marilyn tried to reach around with one hand to zip up her dress, but I already had my hand inside, caressing the skin of her lower back. “You can’t do this!” she protested.
“Do what? This?” I quickly reached up and pulled the tie holding her halter top up.
Marilyn squealed and pulled her hands around to her front. “Carl!”
“You complain way too much!” I commented. I finished off my champagne and tossed the flute over into her seat. Then I placed my hand on her knee and slid it up and under the edge of her sundress.
Marilyn squealed again and moved her hands to her lap, which simply dropped her top down and exposed her breasts. “We’re going to get into trouble!”
“Ever heard of the mile high club?” I kept pushing my hand up her dress, and began running my fingers across the front panel of her panties.
“Yes,” she answered weakly, her resolve weakening as her pussy got hot and moist.
“Well, why do you think I asked the stewardess to close the door?”
Marilyn’s head spun to look at the door, and the whipped around to me again. “You didn’t!?”
I just grinned like a madman. “Why do you think she told us she would let us know ten minutes before landing?”
Marilyn’s eyes widened at that. “Oh my God! You didn’t!”
I laughed. “Yeah, now sit up a bit and give me a hand.” I tugged her dress down around her waist, and then had Marilyn lift up enough so that I could pull it down and off her. As I moved down past her hips, I also reached out with my fingers and tugged her panties down, too. I tossed her clothing onto her seat, so that she was now sitting naked on my lap, wearing nothing but her high heeled sandals and a nervous smile. I put my hand back between her legs and began fingering her pussy. “You are so beautiful!” I told her.