I have been fascinated with flight all my life. Watching an albatross sail in lazy circles around my boat while offshore fishing has never failed to make my pulse quicken. If I could fly like that I would eat raw fish. Gladly.
I find the end of an airport runway to be a gateway to another world. The sound, vibration, and the rush of air as a huge plane blasts its way in to the sky can not be described. It has to be felt to be understood. The field at the end of the runway had become one of my favorite places.
I had been eating breakfast at the diner for some time. Barbra was always there on Thursday and Friday and we had been flirting with each other for nearly a month. I had asked her out once or twice but she was busy each time. I am not the sort to hound a woman for a date. I ask once or twice and if she says no I assume that I am not her type. So it was with Barbra.
Then one day she mentioned a new Science Fiction movie she wanted to see. I told her I was going to see it as soon as I could. She asked if I would like some company and so the following evening found us on our way to the movies. We made small talk on the way and discussed our favorite things. Hobbies, books we read, and our favorite films. We found we had a lot in common.
The movies was a space opera of the usual sort and did nothing to excite either one of us. We stopped at a corner store and got coffee to go and started for the beach for a walk in the sand.
Barbra, turned to me and said, "What do you do when you need a little excitement in your life".
I made a u turn and headed for the airport. Barbra was full of questions. I turned to her and asked her to trust me for 20 minuets. If she didn't like the place I took her, we would leave with no argument from me.
I drove to the end of the runway and parked the Ranchero. I took a blanket from the space behind the seat and spread in over the trucks back deck. We leaned against the cab as I tried to explain why we were here. I did my best to explain what a giant jet plane taking off just over your head was like when the car began to shake under the blast of huge jet engines.
Barbras eyes went wide and she grasped my arm in a vise like grip. She was a lot stronger than she looked. I could feel her intake of breath as she responded to the thundering wonder of a 747 in full cry.
We had been cuddling and holding hands for the last 3 hr. but this was different. Barbra clung to me like moss on a rock until the assault on our senses had stopped and the plain passed. I looked into her lovely face, pale in the moonlight. Her eyes were wide in surprise.
"I never knew anything could feel like that", she said. "Thank you for sharing that with me." Then she placed a kiss on my lips that scorched the paint on the Ranchero.
"Thank you", I replied and kissed her right back. We kept kissing while another plane roared over-head. I put my hand on her ass and pulled her to me. As my hand caressed her my other hand cupped her full breast.
Barbra lifted her leg and straddled me as I covered her mouth and neck with kisses. I slid my hand under her sweater and stroked her nipples under my fingers. Each time a plane roared over=head her passion increased and her hips thrust against my legs.
Barbra placed her lips next to my ear and said, "It hooks in the front".
Once her tits had found their freedom we were on our way as each plane turned both of us on more and more. My hand slid under her skirt and found the wettest pair of panties it had ever been my pleasre to fee.