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Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 50 (mf+ rom)
Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2002 18:10:05 -0400
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James
Part VIII. Lofty Goals

Chapter 50
   I padded naked through the unusually quiet house into the kitchen, drawn
there by the smell of bacon and eggs. Jules was cooking at the range, her
back to me, wearing an apron which covered her front and nothing else. I
stood and drank in the view of her sleekly toned body; muscles that shifted
smoothly under her tanned flesh as she moved and dimples on her ass cheeks
that winked at me each time she shifted her weight.
   She turned at my low whistle of admiration and added two more dimples to
the wondrous picture. "'Morning love. I take it you approve?"
   "Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all..." I breathed and, covering the
distance in 2 large steps, hugged her tightly to me. My hands wandered down
her body.
   "Alright," I licked her ear, "Who are you!? You look, and feel like my
sweetie Jules, but you can't be her - you can COOK!"
   Her face glowed with laughter, "I had no choice! I would've starved if I
didn't learn." She gave me a quick kiss, "Can I get back to the breakfast -
before it starts burning?"
   Reluctantly I let her go, "OK - but don't think you've convinced me! We
will have to put you through some strenuous tests!"
   "Mmmm," she reached back to pull me against her butt, "And you'll no
doubt be making things hard for me!" She breathed, leaning back and kissing
me. "Make yourself useful - go pour the coffee, ready in five."
   I set the table and sat with my coffee, and almost choked on it when she
bent to get the toast out of the broiler.
   "Oh my god, Jules. Don't do that again!" I wheezed, "I could've maimed
myself permanently if I'd spilt the coffee!"
   She placed the food in front of us and settled on my lap, "Ah, so you
accept who I am now?"
   "I'm giving you the benefit of the doubt. But I'm keeping you where I can
keep an eye on you!"
   "More like an eye and both hands." She smiled as I stroked her firm full
breasts to attention. With a quivering sigh she cut up the food and started
feeding me.
   "Hey! You almost got my eye!" I ducked and pick the piece of bacon from
the fork she was waving around my face.
   "S-sorry!" She sighed, "Then s-stop doing that!"
   "This?" I caressed a nipple and rolled my fingers on it.
   "Ah..." Jules wheezed as she shivered wetly on me.
   "Or you mean this?" I twiddled my other hand that had the two fingers in
her soft hole.
   "Ohhhh, oh, oh.." The fork fell with a clatter as she leaned back on my
arm and lifted a leg on the table. I cupped my hand over her mons and slowly
caressed her until she crested the peak. Her hand grabbed my hair and pulled
our faces together.
   "Oooh, ahhh... K-kiss me you fool! Oh, oh-mmm!" she moaned and welcomed
my lips and tongue, her body still quivering and writhing on my fingers,
held there by her hand.
   Slowly she relaxed in my arms as her gasps faded. She smiled at me, then
sat up slowly.
   "Where's the darn fork? Oh... Not to worry!" She rolled up a slice of
bacon inside a fried egg and crammed it in my mouth. Then she took a small
bite of the toast herself. We finished off the food in record time and Jules
was again draped weakly on me, wheezing from her latest orgasm.
   "Uhmm, that was a LOVELY breakfast..." I said, licking my cum coated
fingers as she giggled weakly.
   "Not too shabby. Not too shabby at all!" She said from my shoulders, "But
tell me what we'll be doing at the camp?"
   "It's Family Day there today and Angela, Erin's coach, wanted a guinea
pig for her nutrition talk."
   "...So anything to do with food, you're naturally volunteering for." She
grabbed my hand and kissed it, then she stretched and twisted like a cat on
my lap, "Mmm, hon, then let's go clean up, I want to take off before the day
warms up."
   With an early departure in mind, we had brought MiniMax out to the Eyrie
the evening before. Taking advantage of the Ground Effect phenomenon, we had
skimmed across the lake at a height of 30 feet, going 70mph while on 1/2
power.
   After a check of the small windsock we had attached to the dock and a
preflight visual around the aircraft, we strapped ourselves in, Jules
letting me take the Pilot-in-Command position on the left.
   "OK, this is an official training flight, so I expect you to be doing the
flying and making the decisions!" she reminded me after we adjusted the
intercom headsets.
   She had me warm up the engine and watched as I cast off and taxied out
into the steel blue lake, traveling downwind to preflight the takeoff
groove.
   "Planes traditionally go through a windup, accelerate and rotation
sequence, but with these ultralights, the plane is ready to rotate almost as
soon as the engine reaches full speed, but for safety's sake, stay at the
transition point until the airspeed is another 10mph above that, so that if
the engine develops a problem, we have more speed to recover." Jules said as
she watched me calibrate the altimeter and the navigational systems.
   "Another reason to hold at that point is so you can familiarize yourself
with the position of the plane. What works for takeoff works for landings as
well. Memorize this, then aim for the same approach and speed when you are
landing. Alright, 180 here and start your takeoff sequence." We ran through
our checklist, "OK, hotshot, ready to fly?"
   "Ma'am, yes Ma'am!" I saluted.
   She grinned, "Why can't you be so obedient in bed?" Then, "OK, remember,
choke off, full flaps, full throttle and after rotation, gear up, then climb
throttle and flaps; at altitude, go cruise throttle, trim, lean..." She
rattled off the instructions from the manual she had made me read the night
before.
   At her nod I opened up the throttle and the little engine behind us
spooled up to a furious whine, accelerating our craft into the wind. At 30
she was already fighting to lift out of the chop. I held the nose down to
maximize the hydroplaning and watched the speed climb to 40, 45... At 48 I
allowed the plane to lift herself off, reduced throttle and flap and leveled
at around 35 feet to build up speed. Suddenly to our left a flock of gulls,
disturbed by our passage, burst out of the mangrove and flew by around us.
   "THAT'S another reason why it's safer to stay low a bit longer. If we get
hit by one of them, we'll still be able to land without much trouble..." We
watched the flock recede behind us before I pulled gently on the stick. The
wings bit into the dense morning air and we surged up like a loosed arrow,
taking my spirits along.
   At 700 feet I throttled to cruise and trimmed for level flight, then
adjusted the fuel mixture. I breathed a big sigh and realized my heart was
thumping and I had a big grin frozen on my face.
   "Honey, that was very well done." Jules glittered, "But I hope you're
gonna do something about those!" She pointed ahead.
   "Oh!" There were a series of small hills directly in our path. "Slight
oversight!" I offered weakly.
   "Which makes it a good time to change course..." Jules banked us in a
North-Westerly direction as she showed me the map on the clipboard. "We're
here and this is the lake the camp is on, but we cannot fly there directly
because of the airport in our path. And then there's this little patch here
labeled Air Force Gunnery Range. So we'll detour around to follow this
river." We grinned at each other, "Yep, ifr, I Follow Rivers!" We marked our
progress on the GPS so we could backtrack and have an alternate record of
the flight.
   The sun had just started to dissipate the ground fog and its beams lit
the land in stark rays of gold, the vales and hillocks outlined in gilded
relief. We joined hands as we passed over the Forest enclave that surrounded
the Eyrie, then over small towns just waking up for Church.
   Further on, houses gave way to fields of vegetables, then corn and rice,
and the large elevated highways became narrow, single lanes before turning
into gravel backroads. She pointed to the river sparkling in the distance
and I steered for it.
   She glanced out the cockpit, "Oh! Look at that!" One bank of the wide
river was taken up by a large orchard with rows upon rows of trees, heavy
with apples, peaches and cherries.
   The plane's cabin had become much warmer as the sun rose and Jules
shrugged out of her jacket. My mouth dropped at the little black nothingness
she had on. "That's... that's..." I gasped, "That's against the Law!"
   She dimpled enchantingly, "Honey, you're so sweet! It was part of the
collection Kelly left in the boat." She twisted about to show me how it
covered and showed everything all at the same time. "Do you want to see the
bottoms?" She blinked.
   My heart lurched again. "Ahh, no, not yet." I sighed, "But the minute we
land and find a secluded spot..." I paused and looked at her, "In fact I
wouldn't be too disappointed if we were to land now..."
   She laughed and stroked my cheek, "You are such a tease, my lovely man!"
Then she glanced down at me, "Oooh sweet baby! You're not kidding me are
you?!"
   She mulled it over. "OK, Romeo. You're gonna get your wish. But let's
make sure we do this by the books first!" We dropped to 40' on flaps and
cracked the cockpit to eyeball the site. "Looks good... Over 30 inches
deep." We went another 1/4 mile upstream, looped back, checked and looped
yet again.
   "Always land facing the current. The plane has no reverse and if we're
pointed the wrong direction, we'll be screwed before you could get your
pants off." She smiled at me. "OK, I've got the conn... Prepare for
landing..."
   We beached on a small sandbar and I tied up between 2 apple trees. She
switched off and climbed out, handing me a beach blanket as she took my
hand. We went between the rows of neatly pruned trees and found a dry spot
where I spread the towel out. She gave me a soft kiss and began tugging her
sweatpants off. Underneath she had black velvet shorts on, barely covering
mid-thigh. A soft breeze tugged at the fabric and I realized it was made
from inch-wide strips of material which overlapped enough to hide, until the
wearer moved or the wind blew, then it revealed tantalizing glimpses of the
mysteries within. There was a small triangular covering underneath but it
made no matter, there was NO mistaking the intent of that design.
   I pointed to it with a shaking finger, "OFF!" I growled and lurched
forward as Jules smilingly danced out of them and laid down on the blanket.
With frantic haste I flung my shorts off and smothered her body with mine.
   With one smooth thrust I was in her hot, tight, and wet cunt. "Mmmm..."
Jules moaned as she wrapped arms and legs around me, "Fuck me my sweet
lover... Take me..." She hissed as I made long strokes in her, slowly
increasing the rhythm as she wheezed her pleasure, arching under me and
nails digging in her climax.
   Her eyes opened and she pulled me down for a kiss, "Mmm, James, love... I
love you..." She sighed in my ear as her breath caught in pleasure.
   My strokes became shorter, more demanding and I tensed in release, crying
out as I pumped my sperm in her, both of us lost to the ecstasy we were
sharing.
   Minutes, or was it hours, later, we heard noises from the bank. "C'mon
Ginny, I told ya - I saw it crash!" said a boy's voice. A moment later,
"Look, look! What did I tell ya!"
   We scrambled into our clothing and went back towards the plane, as
another voice, apparently one belonging to Ginny said, "Pooh, it didn't
crash! It's not broken at all!"
   "Hi kids!" We greeted a boy of about seven, and a slightly older girl.
"Are you from the farm?"
   "Yeah, Pauly said your plane crashed and dragged me out here to see."
Ginny cocked her head, "You didn't crash, did you?"
   "No," Jules laughed, "We came to see if we can buy some fresh fruits from
you."
   "Oh, you'll have to hurry, we're just on our way to the city."
   We followed them to a rambling ranchhouse and was introduced to their
father. He had trouble keeping his eyes from Jules' black top as well.
   "How much do those weight?" I pointed at the bushel crates stacked up. To
Jules I added, "Lets get enough for Erin and the camp."
   "For peaches, they're 12lbs; apples, 15 and cherries, 22."
   I ran the numbers in my head, "How 'bout 1 case each of the cherries and
Macintosh apples, and 2 of the peaches." I looked at Jules, "That's all we
have room for."
   "Yeah, we can carry another 50lbs, but there's only room for four of
these cartons."
   We paid and they helped us load the plane. Soon we were on our way, still
following the river, which had become deeper and faster running as we neared
the lake.
   The shoreline to both sides were thick with oak and deciduous trees, with
more and more evergreens towering up as we flew into higher grounds.
   The camp was on an island situated inside a wide bay, about 500 feet from
the mainland. From 200 feet up we could little stick figures moving about
and a couple of little canoes on the sheltered side of the island.
   We made a couple of passes while losing altitude and a small crowd
started collecting on the beach, some of them waving as we began our landing
procedure. There was a clear calm strip of water over a mile long that we
picked for our landing.
   "On strange waters the best way is to go in a trifle fast with flaps and
some throttle, then use the stick to drop the craft down. All too often
you'll find yourself too high and, without the speed, you might stall and
end up in the drink." Jules said as we started the final. "Why don't you
take this one? Wave off if you're not comfortable..."
   I brought us down to about 25 feet off the water, staying at about 50mph
and 1/4 throttle. I rocked the nose, dropping a few feet each time until we
made contact with the water. Landing in wide open areas allowed for extra
safety margins not possible in a crowded airport or flightpark, still I had
used up almost 1/3 of the course.
   We slowed to 25mph before I turned for the beach, which was now filled
with dozens of gawking and screaming kids and counselors.
   As we neared the shore I engaged the landing gears and rolled Minimax up
the sandy incline to the edge of the grass.
   "James!" Erin screamed as I climbed out. She launched herself at me and
gave me a bone-breaking hug. I smiled at her coach Angela who was coming
through the throng and managed to extricate a hand to shake hers.
   "Welcome!" She smiled, "I see you made it!" She looked at the plane, "In
a somewhat unusual way!"
   "We've also brought you some fresh fruits." I said, as I boosted Erin up
and together we handed the cases down.
   "This is so thoughtful of you! You have my heartfelt thanks." Angela said
as she grabbed the cases we handed her and sent them off to the kitchen.
   Jules came up from tying the plane down and I introduced them. Angela
looked at Jules' hot trim bod and said, "I would like you for the demo too -
are you game?"
   Jules smiled, "Sure, no problem!" then exchanged hugs and greetings with
Erin.
   Angela looked over at the milling crowd and stuck two fingers in her
mouth and released a piercingly loud whistle. Everyone went dead silent.
"OK, you've wasted enough time, back to your groups!" The beach was deserted
in 10 seconds.
   Then she said to Jules, "Please come with me so I can get some
information on you..." she turned to us, "James, why don't you go with Erin
to practice and I'll come for you in a little while?"
   "That was the coolest entrance I've EVER seen!" Erin gushed as soon as we
were alone, "How'd you manage to get THAT!" pointing at Minimax.
   "It belongs to the marina..."
   "And you FLEW it up here?"
   "Yeah, isn't it something?" I grinned, "Actually, Jules has been giving
me flying instructions."
   "JULES!?" Erin's eyes popped, "The numnut? What happened? How'd she
suddenly get so smart and SO hot?!"
   "Yeah - she's really come into her own..." I laughed.
   "I'll say!" She pulled me inside a large quonset structure. Inside were
about twenty kids Erin's age or older working on apparatus. She whispered,
"They've been pumping me about you all this time and now after this, Brother
dear, the Peanut's gonna RULE!"
   We walked up to a white haired man at the uneven bars, "Coach Brian, this
is my brother James." Erin announced. We shook hands and she continued, "Can
I show my brother around the gym first?"
   At his nod she took my hand and gave me a quick visit to the vault, the
balance beam and the floor, along with explanations of what the girls were
doing on each. We went back to the balance bars with my mind buzzing with
round-offs, layouts, Yurchenkos, flairs, Sukaharas, punch-fronts and
Portocarreros.
   Erin started chalking up and introduced me to a girl who had just come
off her bars routine, "James, remember Ami?"
   "The Beanpole?" I blurted. Ami used to be this really skinny kid about a
foot tall who hung around the house with Erin. The girl turning bright pink
in front of me was buff, 5'-2" and had CURVES. "Sorry, Ami, er, hi!" We
shook fingers.
   "Coach, can we try the 'Mitchell'?" Erin said after showing me where to
sit.
   "No - not until you've done a full routine with the 'Chev."
   "What's a Mitchell?" I asked Ami, who had settled next to me.
   "It's a move that Erin's invented, like a front Hindorf on a half-eagle."
   "Mm-hmm, if you insist." I nodded, "And a 'Chev? Or shouldn't I ask?"
   "Short for a Tkatchev. Just watch, she's getting ready for it... now!"
Erin had been doing giant swings on the high bar and as she reached the top
of her swing, suddenly released her grip, allowing her momentum to carry her
flying bum first over the top bar. Then she reached down between her split
legs to grabbed it again.
   "Whew! That looks scary!" I breathed sincerely.
   "It is! I've been trying to get it all week but..." She sighed.
   "Not working out?"
   "No, and I need it to qualify for the National team!" She grimaced.
   Erin flopped down next to me, "Did you like my routine?"
   "It was excellent, Peanut, although the eagle was a little off." I
nodded.
   "Will you please stop being an idiot, Jam?" She elbowed me, "I didn't do
the eagle grip this time!"
   "Didn't I tell you it was off?"
   She giggled, then elbowed me again. "I'm not talking to you. You're too
stupid for words."
   Then it was Ami's turn, we all wished her Luck. "Poor kid," Erin sighed,
"She's really worked hard, and this is affecting all her other routines!"
   "What's her problem?"
   "It's her 'Chev! Her legs are not clearing the high bar, and when she
tries to drive herself higher, she can't catch the bar in time..."
   "Is that why she's wearing the bandages on her foot?"
   "Yeah, they're just heel protectors... Ooof!" Ami's ankle clipped the bar
and she slammed face-first into the crash mat 8 feet below her.
   "Oh my god! Is she OK?"
   "Yeah, the mat dissipates most of the force, but it still hurts... Brave
kid." Erin sighed again as Ami dusted herself off and climbed back on the
apparatus.
   "Ouch!" We cried, as Ami crash dived again.
   "Geez," I said, shaking my head, "Now I know why gymnasts have no boobs!"
   "Don't kid! THAT'S really painful!" Erin said.
   "Peanut, when you do yours, how do you know when to release and when to
catch?"
   "Hmmm, I don't know. Just practice until you get the timing, I guess!"
   I scratch my chin, "You know, the word timing implies that there's some
way to measure it..." I stood as a tearful Ami came back to us. "Ami, can I
talk to you for a minute?" I took her hand and we went to the side.
   "I can't do it..." she sobbed, "I can't..." She broke up on my shoulder.
   "Ami, hush... Don't cry..." I stroked her hair, "Let's talk about the
'Chev for a sec, there's something I'd like you to try..." She looked up, "I
was watching your routine and I noticed that you are starting your splits a
little before Erin does hers." She frowned as I continued, "And that looks
like the reason why you can't clear the top bar." She still looked unsure.
"OK, try this, you do 2 giants before the 'Chev, right?" She nodded, "OK,
start counting at the bottom of the first one, like this, one, and, two." I
used my extended hand to illustrate. "Now you're starting your splits at
'two', which is too early, try adding a *click* before you do it, like this,
one, and, two *click*-splits, Release, catch!"
   I could see her working it out in her head, "One... and... Two,
click-splits, release... Catch..." She held my hand as we returned, still
mumbling and nodding to the rhythm. Erin had just finished a flawless
routine culminated by another Tkatchev.
   "OK..." Ami breathed, standing, "One... and... Two, *click*-Splits,
Release... Catch... Keep your fingers crossed." she gave me a small smile.
   She went and spoke to the coach. Instead of her mount she just climbed on
to the high bar and started her giants. I found myself counting along with
her, "One... and... Two, *click*-splits, Release... Catch." Except this time
she sailed clear over the bar, her hands completely missing the catch. She
rolled on the mat, then jumped up and ran back on the low bars, starting her
sequence again.
   "That's good," Brian encouraged her, "Cleaner than before!"
   She also missed the next attempt - although her hands had actually
touched, they slipped and 'pinged' off the bar. She was smiling widely at me
as she tried it again. This time her grips slapped with authority on the bar
and Ami finished her grab. She had made her Tkatchev.
   She pumped her fist at me with shining eyes and I pointed a finger-gun at
her. Click.


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