"Oh you're going down, Mister!" she said while doing her best rope and ride impression.

“Oh right!” he replied as they watched the final game of the American League championship. Neither of their teams made the playoffs, so they decided to have a little fun at the end of this series.

“You’re gonna have to watch,” she said. “Two more outs and it’s ALL OVER!”

That was Sunday evening.

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It was one of those weirdly perfect early fall days. Not hot, not cold, and no humidity. The sky, a deep blue with cotton ball clouds here and there and a light breeze. One of those days you feel like you need to cherish because they are so rare even in the Appalachian mountains where the weather is pretty good most of the time.

Average traffic on the way there was accompanied by some singing out loud in the car. He wondered if she picked those songs to hide the fidgeting. She’s not the sing the car type.

They arrived at the airport and passed through the security gate with their badges. There weren’t many planes on the ramp despite the incredible weather.

They pulled up to the hangar and opened the doors. Stepping to her side of the plane and looked around nervously. No one was around. Didn’t hurt that it was a Tuesday and the hangar was in the middle of a row of buildings, well concealed from the rest of the airport.

She took a deep breath and pulled off her shirt. Her thick red hair fell to her shoulders, and she put her arms down, looking at him briefly with a smirk.

"Be on the lookout you!" she said, pointing at him accusingly.

He shook his head, "Oh no, I'm not missing one second of this part."

She shot him a dirty look and stuck out her tongue at him.

She unhooked her simple white bra in the front and paused for a second, looking him directly in the eyes before slowly letting it slide off of her ample breasts. He couldn’t look away as she undid her pants and let them drop to the floor.

“Shoes on or off?” she asked casually in just her panties.

“Ladies choice,” he replied.

She paused to think for a second. This seemed like a daring move to him. She was almost naked in plain view of anyone that came by, and her pause seemed intentional. She climbed into the plane with just her shoes and panties on and fastened her shoulder harnesses.

“Let’s get this thing moving, flyboy,” she said with a little less confidence than before. Her eyes shifted around as if looking for a spy.

He was deliberate in his preflight. Not because he expected something to be wrong with the plane, but because he knew she hadn’t anticipated this required step and the time spent on the ground was dangerous for her.

“C'mon, man,” she cried as he checked the oil for the second time. He smiled at her as he stepped to the sink to wash his hands.

He walked to the front of the plane and pulled it out of the hangar. Sunlight beamed through the windshield, and the crisp October air reached her through the pilot side door.

She looked around nervously, knowing that someone could walk right up to her at this point.

He took his time getting in and settled, and turned the key as he yelled, “Clear Prop!”

It roared to life, and she was hit with a blast of cold October air through his still-open door. Her nipples got hard, and she shivered.

“Close that damn thing,” she hissed. “I’m naked over here.”

“Oh, come on, you have panties and shoes on. You should be nice and toasty,” he said as he closed the door.

They taxied away from the hangars to the North.

Despite being almost naked, a casual observer wouldn’t really be able to tell. The wide straps of the harness more than covered her. That didn’t make it any less exhilarating. Her skin was electric. Every bump, touch, and vibration was intense.

She shifted to show more of her cleavage. She was getting into this. They were cleared to take off and were in the air in an instant in the experimental aircraft. As soon as they were, she shifted the harness so her nipples were exposed to the cockpit.

He turned them towards their destination and engaged the autopilot. He was going to use all of the tools available to him to take in as much of her as possible.

They cruised for more than an hour in silence, taking in the amazing scenery. He didn’t hide the glances he took at her naked breasts. She was thrilled that he did anyway.

Her hands had been mostly in her lap, and as she moved them up her stomach she looked over to him, “Am I doing good?”

He had no words. While the bet terms were actually his idea, he didn’t expect her to accept them on a random fifty-fifty chance baseball game. Now they were cruising the clouds, and her hands were moving towards her crotch.

He squirmed in his seat as she slid her hand inside her panties. This wasn’t part of the bet, she was going for extra credit now. Her other hand circled her left nipple, and she closed her eyes.

Her right hand now clearly making circles on her clit, her hips moved involuntarily in short gentle thrusts into her own fingers. She opened her eyes and looked at him, letting out a soft moan.

“Cum for me,” he said sternly.

Her thigh muscles tightened. She inserted two fingers inside herself and then removed them, her pussy now slick and sensitive. Her wet fingers found her clit, and she rubbed hard and fast. Her back arched and she strained against the harness as her orgasm washed over her. She moaned out loud as her body shook.

She left her hand in her panties for a minute and enjoyed the afterglow. Just then the airplane’s panel beeped, announcing they were getting close to the remote beach airstrip. She grabbed a tissue to wipe her hands and adjusted the straps to cover herself as best she could as he prepared them to land.

“Did I do good?” she asked coyly.

“Oh, you did perfect, baby,” he said, grinning ear to ear.

It was warmer here. Not hot, but warm and pleasant. The salt air filled the cockpit.

Just as the wheels touched the ground, she remembered that her clothes were still on the hangar floor two hours flight time away.