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From: selkiegone@hotmail.com (Selkie Gone)
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Subject: {ASSM} A Perfect Landing <*> {Selkie Gone} (MF rom slow)
Date: Thu, 23 May 2002 07:10:02 -0400
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This is my first story for assm. It rather shamelessly relies on my two
main interests in life; namely flying and sex. If you just want a stroke
story, this isn't for you, move along please. I hope that the point of the
story (that landing a plane is a lot like good sex) isn't completely off
the wall!

Whether or not I ever write another story for assm largely depends on
whether I get any feedback or not. So go on, if you like this story, please
tell me so. If you don't like it, at least tell me why. Thanks for your
attention, and now I hope you enjoy the story.

 - Selkie

Usual legal crap: This story contains graphic descriptions of both intimate
sexual acts between consensual lovers and actual aircraft handling
techniques. It may be that because of where you live or your age, one or
another of these things is forbidden to you. Why don't you go be like the
other kids and watch a TV program with guns and violence and healthy stuff
like that instead?

A PERFECT LANDING


With the engine on low power, it was suddenly quiet in the plane's
cockpit. Sarah was aware of the faint rush of wind over the wings and
canopy as she lightly held the Katana's stick, letting the little
aircraft gently descend towards the ever-larger runway threshold. How
slowly she seemed to be moving! It felt as if there was all the time
in the world to glide these last few hundred feet.

Sarah read off her final checks aloud. "Carb heat - off; runway -
clear; approach - satisfactory." She shot an inquiring glance to the
plane's right-hand seat where Rick smiled and nodded in response. She
felt a familiar shiver go down her spine. He was so cute when he
smiled. She would do anything for that smile.

So it was time to land. This time, she was determined that it would
be perfect. There would be no bounce because she landed too fast;
there would be no drop because she flared too high. This time, she
would make Rick proud of her. She had flown a perfect pattern, and
made a perfect approach, and now she was determined to land with the
softness of a sigh.

Sarah took a deep breath as the threshold filled her view, forcing
herself to relax. Not time to pull back yet. Wait.. wait.. now gently
rounding out, flying along only a few feet above the runway. Cut the
power. Fly level, keep flying level. "Don't be in a hurry to get the
wheels down" Rick always said, "The plane will land itself eventually."
Pull the nose back, further, and further.. feel the mainwheels touch
the ground - keep the nose back. Keep the plane straight as it loses
speed and the nosewheel slowly descends. She had landed! And it felt
like a good one! Set flaps for takeoff, select full power, ready to go
again...

"Sarah, abort your takeoff and come off at bravo. Park up and shut
down. We need to talk about that landing."

Sarah's heart sank. She nodded and carefully complied, trying not to
show that she was fighting tears of frustration and hurt. What had
she missed this time? What could she have done wrong? There was
always something. Somehow she never seemed to be able to get it just
right. Maybe flying, and all her dreams, just wasn't for her.

Rick waited for her to complete the shutdown, and then they were
silent, alone in the cramped cockpit.

"So, do you know what I'm going to say?" Rick asked, his face
neutral.

Sarah shook her head, not trusting herself to speak. Rick looked into
her eyes for a moment, and his expression softened.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm just frustrated. How many landings have I done now? fifty? a
hundred? And I still can't seem to get them right. And OK, normally I
know what I did wrong. But this time, I really thought I had it
right. I fucking thought I'd done it right."

She tailed off as she realised Rick had broken into a smile.

"You know what? You did it right."

"I.."

"You did it pretty much perfectly. I would say that was a commercial
standard landing. And for a new pilot with what, uh, twenty hours of
flying? I think that's a pretty amazing achievement."

Sarah found herself blushing. She wiped away the tear that had been
forming at the corner of her eye.

"Furthermore, I'd say every landing you did today and last time have
been of an adequate standard. You know, for training new pilots, we
say any landing you can walk away from is a good one. Any landing you
can use the plane again after is a great landing! So all yours have
been great, right?"

Sarah nodded and gave a half-hearted giggle. She had heard that corny
old line from Rick before. But still, she was pleased. He thought she
was doing OK. She wondered if he knew how much she longed for his
approval.

"And the reason I asked you to stop and park up here is because I
want to get out."


                         *    *    *    *    *


Rick Allan loved his job. For as long as he could remember, he'd
wanted to fly. As a youngster he'd spent his summers with his face
pressed up against the airport fence, watching the aircraft come and
go. Then later, doing odd jobs for the airport manager, cleaning,
mowing grass, anything in return for a few bucks and, eventually,
occasionally, wonderfully, a short flight in a Cessna or Piper. He'd
worked at the same airport to pay his way through flight school,
fuelling up business jets in midwinter blizzards, until eventually
emerging as a newly qualified commercial pilot.

Eventually, of course, he wanted to fly for an airline. But the
airlines wanted experienced pilots. So Rick spent the last of his
savings on obtaining an instructors rating, and now found himself,
aged twenty-five, teaching basic flying skills to brand-new pilots.
In a year or two he'd have enough hours logged to be taken seriously
by an airline recruiter. For now he was content to be living simply,
flying whenever the weather would allow, and meeting new people.

All kinds of people want to learn to fly; teenagers still in high
school with rich parents; would-be career pilots; middle-aged women
with the kids gone wanting to expand their horizons; newly retired
folks enjoying their leisure time. Some were difficult to get on
with; most were pleasant and keen.

And then there was Sarah.

He watched as she sped the Katana up the runway and executed a
near-perfect takeoff. She was certainly talented, there was no doubt
about that. She would be an excellent pilot.

When Sarah had first walked into the flight school, Rick was
captivated. She was a friendly and enthusiastic twenty-two year old
with flowing brown hair, soft brown eyes, a pretty face and a fit
body. Rick's life, filled with work and study, had left him with only
limited experience of the opposite sex, but he was immediately
attracted to her, and was secretly pleased when she was scheduled to
fly with him.

Rick's eyes followed the Katana as it tracked round the pattern. Her
turns were well judged and accurate. He smiled as he thought of how
excited she would be when she landed.

Rick remembered how her beauty had touched him when they walked to
the plane for her first ever flying lesson. She had been a little shy
and apprehensive, but had smiled bravely as he showed her how to
climb into the aircraft. His fingers had trembled a little and his
voice was unsteady as he leant over to fasten her four-point harness,
pulling the straps tight over her apple-sized breasts. He felt the
warm hardness of her midriff through her clothing as he fastened the
clip over her stomach. There had been complete trust in her eyes.

Sarah was on her final approach to land now. She had good speed and
was correctly lined up. He wondered if he would risk hugging her when
she landed.

They had talked, on that first lesson, as much about themselves as
about flying. Yes, she wanted to have a career in flying - she'd
inherited enough money to pay for her lessons. She'd never had a
lesson before. Her father had been a military pilot, but he was dead
many years before. Later, he found out, no, she didn't have a
boyfriend.

Rick didn't know entirely what you were supposed to do, as a flying
instructor, when you fell in love with a student. Was it ethical to
date them? They didn't cover that at his instructor's school. They
were both adults, so he supposed it would be OK... but that was just
fantasy. He knew he would never ask her out. What if she rejected
him? But still, every time their hands met on the throttle, a thrill
of electricity went through him, and he wanted to prolong the moment.
And she was in his dreams.

The little Katana floated along the runway in the last stage of
landing.


                         *    *    *    *    *

Adrenaline coursed through Sarah's veins as she completed her landing
and taxied in to park the aircraft. She had taken off and landed - on
her own! She had been pilot in command. The late-afternoon sun was
shining, the flowers were in bloom and the world was a beautiful
place. Rick was waiting for her sporting a grin that nearly matched
her own, and she had flown solo!

Sarah shut down the plane and hopped out as Rick walked towards her.
To her surprise, he stretched out his arms and wrapped them round her,
pulling him tight against her. She squealed with delight and returned
the hug, feeling his taut body briefly pressed against her.

"Congratulations! That was a perfect flight! How do you feel?"

"Just... amazing! I can't believe I did that!"

"You were more than ready for it. OK, ready for your official solo
photograph?"

Sarah posed against the plane, her face flushed both with the
excitement of the flight and the unexpected intimacy with Rick. She
had realised she was falling in love with Rick from their first
lesson together. He had been so strong, and handsome, and so
competent. He seemed genuinely interested in her. Since then she had
tried to please him in her flying as much as possible.

"Now there's one more ritual you have to go through. Let's go
inside."

The flight school was dark and deserted; there were no other students
to fly that day, and the other staff had gone home. Rick opened the
blinds and sunlight streamed in over the desk and chairs around the
coffee machine.

Rick rummaged in a drawer and pulled out a pair of oversized scissors.

"I hope you aren't too fond of that tee-shirt. Tradition demands that
I cut off the tail and put it in the hall of fame."

Sarah smiled. She knew this was coming - it was a common tradition at
flight schools throughout the country.

"Go for it. I'm all yours."

Sarah sat down on a chair, facing backwards. Rick pulled out the few
inches of tee-shirt tucked into her jeans, trying not to let his hands
linger too obviously on her smooth, warm body as he did so. Her jeans
were loose, and with the tee-shirt gone, Rick had a clear view of her
panties and the crack of her bottom. He felt a stirring in his own
underwear and blushed - it wouldn't do for her to see him with an
erection. Rick sighed and brought the scissors up to the tee-shirt

Sarah's body tingled as she felt Rick's touch on her hips and waist.
The room was warm and silent. She could feel the sunlight on her
back, and the cool air on her body as the tee-shirt was lifted. As she
sensed Rick's hesitation, she realised he might be able to see her
panties. He was looking, she was sure he was! The thought thrilled
her. In her excited and emotional state, she quickly grew wet. She
heard Rick's sigh and felt him attack the tee-shirt.

"It's not working. These scissors are too blunt, or your tee-shirt is
too tough, I don't know which. But it's not cutting."

"Let me see?" Sarah twisted her arms behind her, grabbing the
scissors. She tried to engage scissors with fabric herself, but the
angle was hopeless. "Damn it this is no good. Wait a second." Sarah
knew what she wanted to do.

With an adrenaline-fuelled surge of confidence, Sarah began to pull
her tee-shirt off from behind.

"Wait, I'll..." Rick protested

"No. It's OK"

Sarah pulled her tee-shirt up, past her bra strap, over her head, then
off entirely. Her heart was pounding. How could she be doing this?
She blushed furiously then made a determined show of attempting to
cut the tee-shirt.

Rick was stunned. From his vantage point above and behind her, he
could see the curve of her lithe, lightly tanned shoulders. He could
see her smooth, toned waste. He could see the white strap of her bra
behind her. He could see the enclosed mounds of her breasts in front
of her, pert and compact beneath the plain fabric. He could see the
distinct nubs of her nipples through the cloth. Rick knew he
shouldn't look - but if she didn't want him to see, why would she
take her tee-shirt off in front of him? Could it really be that she
wanted him to see her body? Rick felt his manhood stiffen further in
his pants. He desired her completely.

"So, uhm.. I was wondering..." he began.

Sarah paused in her still futile attempt to cut her tee-shirt.

"With today being your first solo flight and all... would you, maybe,
like to have a celebratory dinner... with me?"

Slowly, deliberately, Sarah turned in her seat to face Rick. She
seemed more beautiful than ever to him now. Her smile was full, her
eyes were sparkling pools. Her breasts rose and fell inside her bra
as she breathed, nipples standing out prominently. Her hard, flat
stomach and delicate navel awoke something primal in Rick - every
part of her was beauty fulfilled for him, and he wanted to possess her
wholly.

"Yes." She said quietly. "I think I'd like that."

Smiling, Sarah pulled on her still-whole tee-shirt.


                         *    *    *    *    *
                      
"...so the controller says, 'Anahuac, Texas? Is that intentional or
will you be declaring an emergency?'" Rick finished, with a smile.

The two of them laughed together. Rick had long ago exhausted his
repertoire of appropriate conversation for a first date and moved on
to flying jokes. That was just fine with Sarah - she didn't want
anything other than the real Rick Allan.

Sarah was happy. Her entire world consisted of this little table,
with the last of their desserts and a bottle of wine, and the man on
the other side of it. He was funny. He was honest. She had longed for
him for several weeks, and now, she was with him; not in a plane but
on a date. Sarah sighed with happiness. She had no idea what had
overtaken her back at the flying school and caused her to act so
boldly, but she was glad it had happened. It had felt good, and right
to show herself to him a little. She had been left buzzed, and horny,
a feeling intensified by the unmistakable bulge in his pants she had
noticed as he had nervously gazed at her. Sarah shook her head,
amazed with herself; she was just not the kind of girl to do something
like that. She was also not the kind of girl to have sex on a first
date; but now she felt she would fuck him right here on this restaurant
table if he suggested it.

Rick had been in a state of shock and sexual excitement since their
afternoon encounter. After weeks of secret longing for her, Sarah had
suddenly upped the ante on him, and everything seemed to be happening
at once. It was wonderful simply to be here with her; but the mere
fact of her physical closeness seemed to be causing a reaction in him.
He burned with desire for her and longed to explore and possess her
body, to please her and to be pleased by her. He had hid an erection
beneath the table for most of the meal. But Rick didn't want to scare
her off by looking for sex too quickly; he had been watching her
breasts and imagining her naked in the close quarters of the cockpit
for the last weeks, sometimes having to hide his erection beneath
charts and checklists. He could wait a while longer. He poured them
each another glass of wine, and grasped her hand across the table.

"Uhm.. this is hard to talk about... but.."

"Then have some more wine first then try!" Sarah giggled.

"Yeah. I think I will!"

"I know it's going to my head already. My cheeks feel very hot. Are
they red?"

"Maybe a little. Anyway, this is hard to say, but, I want you to
know..."

"Yeah?" Sarah prompted.

"It's just that, I think you're pretty amazing, and I really like
you, and... I'm really glad you agreed to come out with me and all."

"I'm glad you asked me. You want to know a secret?"

Rick nodded. Sarah blushed and fortified herself with another sip of
wine.

"I've been kind of hoping you'd ask me."

"Really?"

"For a while now. About since I met you in fact."

"Oh wow. That's amazing"

"You're the amazing one. I think you are the sweetest guy I've ever
met."

"What can I say to that?"

Sarah raised her finger. "Don't say anything. You're a great guy. I
love flying with you and I love being with you. And I don't want this
meal to end because then we have to go home."

"We don't have to go straight home... we could go for a drive, or
maybe a walk somewhere?"

"Yeah! Howabout we go for a walk over at the beach?"

"Let's do that."

                         *    *    *    *    *

They walked hand in hand along the sandy expanse. It was a clear,
warm moonlit night, and the swell of the ocean roared nearby.

"It seems so different from down here compared to from up there,"
Sarah remarked, as they stopped at a promontory with a view along the
beach.

"Yeah" Rick agreed. He wasn't looking at their surroundings, but at
Sarah. She was so beautiful, so completely desirable. And there
seemed to be such a perfect connection between them. He gently placed
his arm around her shoulder. Sarah looked up at him with a smile, and
rested her head against his neck, one breast gently pressing against
his body. Her dress clung and emphasised her figure.

"Sarah, I love you" he whispered to her.

"And I love you too" she quietly responded, nodding shyly.

Emboldened, Rick turned and encircled her waist with his free arm.
Suddenly they were in a tight embrace. They pulled tightly against
each other, feeling their bodies meet.

Sarah felt her breasts push against Rick's chest. Her nipples were
sensitive and erect, and it was so good to feel them pressed against
his body. She could feel the solid pressure of his erect penis
pushing onto her stomach. Rick's hand slid down her back and slowly
onto her bottom, squeezing her and pushing her yet tighter against
his manhood. At his touch Sarah felt herself losing control, and she
kissed him, purposeful but yielding, on the lips. She found herself
feeling his ass with both hands, kneading and pulling on it. It felt
good, so god damned good. Sarah slipped a hand inside his pants and
underwear, feeling the hardness and warmth of his bare ass. She felt
Rick's body spasm at her touch. This was it. This was the time.

Rick was driven by desire and love. This would be no one night stand.
This was someone special. He knew then that his love for Sarah was
real, and would last. She was perfection for him. Right now he needed
her, both emotionally and physically. Oh yes, he needed her
physically. It was time for that.

Rick pulled up Sarah's dress enough that he could reach inside it.
Looking into her eyes, he began to rub her back with one hand, while
the other went lower, pressing the firm mounds of her bottom through
her panties, exploring the valley in between.

Sarah brought her hands round to Rick's front, and pulled open his
shirt at the bottom. She ran her hands over his lightly haired chest
and strong, muscular midriff. She found his man-nipples and rubbed
them, teased them. She breathed in sharply as Rick brought his own
hands round to her breasts and began to massage them, teasing her
erect nipples, feeling the intimate glory of her breasts. She undid
the remainder of his shirt buttons, while Rick lifted her dress above
her head.

Rick was in awe of Sarah's breasts. In the moonlight the two perfect
orbs cast a shadow down her body. She had perfect brown nipples, with
no areola, which were hard and pert. He brought his mouth to one
nipple, licking it, sucking it while his hand possessed her other
breast. He let his free hand roam back to her bottom where he slid it
down inside her panties again, stroking and kneading her.

Sarah's lust burned wild within her. She pulled her panties down at
the sides then kicked them off her long, lithe legs. Standing naked
in front of Rick she felt wild and free. She gently moved his mouth
from her breast, and pulled him into an intimate embrace, with her
breasts pushed hard against his chest, and the exciting feel of his
dark denim pants against her crotch and clitoris. She began, gently
and deliberately, to undo his belt and insert her hand behind it.

Rick moved his hand to Sarah's crotch, covering her labia and
clitoris with his palm and outstretched fingers. She moaned at his
touch and kissed him deeply. She pressed her tongue against his. He
moved his hand gently against her warm wetness, feeling her breathing
shallow and her hips begin to shudder.

Sarah finally pushed down Rick's pants and underwear releasing his
hard penis. It felt so big and so wide! She cupped his balls in one
hand, gently fingering them while Rick brought her close to an
orgasm.

When she could stand it no more, she separated from him, and lay down
on her dress in the sand, bare nipples pointing to the stars, and her
legs apart, the moonlight revealing her strip of brown public hair,
and the dark, glistening skin of her labia. Reaching up to Rick, she
pleaded with her eyes for him to come down, to enter her.

Rick stood above Sarah, wanting to preserve the moment forever. His
beautiful, beautiful Sarah, offering herself to him. His own rampant
organ jutting over her in his view.

And then he was down, and he felt his penis-head against Sarah's
labia, and then the smooth, warm velvet of her interior as he gently
entered her. He gasped at the stimulation as he began to thrust.
Don't let me come! Not yet!

And then Sarah whispered something. Soft, but insistent. Confident, as Rick
continued to thrust.

"Wait.. wait. Not yet... Just like landing.. Just like you told me.
Hold off. Just wait a .. ngh .. little. Don't be in a hurry .. uhn ..
the plan will land itself .. aai .. when it's ready .. aaii.. ahh ..
aaan"

Sarah's cheeks reddened and her body convulsed as she arrived at her
orgasm. Rick felt her vagina contract around his penis once, twice,
three times and then he too was there, letting out a wail of pleasure
as his penis injected load after load of his semen into her. Rick's
body convulsed against Sarah's.

                         *    *    *    *    *

They lay together afterwards, naked in the sand. Hands entwined, they
said nothing for a while, and then Sarah spoke.

"Will it be difficult for us, back at the flying school? Maybe I
should get another instructor."

"No way! You're my ticket to the mile high club!"

Sarah giggled. "Seriously though."

"Seriously, there's no problem. We're adults. I guess maybe if we had
bad feeling towards each other it'd be awkward..."

"You know, I don't exactly have a lot of bad feeling towards you at
the moment..." Sarah pointed out.

"Well that's OK then! Hey, you've had a long day. First solo, then
this - you want me to take you home? Get some sleep?"

"Yeah. Take me home. But no sleep. I want you to make love to me
again."

And so they did.

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