Big Bob’s Little Tours of Nevada (Rough Draft, more to come)

Big Bob’s Little Tours of Nevada

            It was a single prop plane and an Old man, but in the active way.

            The couple were newly married, in the new ways, long known, surely chosen, confident in their union older generations couldn’t understand because it did not depend on social standing or culture or land ownership. The choice was totally theirs.

            The modern day lovers dressed hip professional, with associated funny packs and water containers.

            You Al?

            Yessir.

            Al offered a hand and a smile.

            Al didn’t shake too firm, the young man thought that was nice, most hard old timers did, for no reason.

            Who’s Bob then?

            The owner, doesn’t fly anymore, has us youngsters do the work for him.

            Al smile at his joke, the kids smiled back. It was a happy trio.

            So, what you folks out this way for. Al said as he started prepping the plane, not necessarily for any kind of take off, just so the people thought he would check the plane, ensured confidence kinda thing.

            Its our honeymoon.

            That was the first time she spoke.

            That’s sweet. Al said, and he meant it, most just came out for the marriage.

            East coast babies, both of us, this is the farthest West we’ve ever been, going to see the Pacific Ocean tomorrow.

            So this is your first time seeing the Canyon.

            Yessir.

            Not bad manners for East Coast babies.

            They both laughed at Al.

            Well, I love first timers, lets load up, did you bring any food or beverages? I have an ice chest.

            Yeah, we heard it was BYOB, so we brought some booze.

            Perfect. You guys settle in to your seats there and let me do some preflight checks. Feel free to drink as much as you want but be aware the only restroom is a gallon paint bucket.

            She blushed some.

            I’m just kidding, bathroom is a little tight but very accessible, you will have total privacy in there as well as the cabin. Get settled and I will brief the rest through the intercom.

            Freddy and Jasmine Enter the Lover’s Cabin

            I can’t believe you talked me into this.

            Jasmine, we’re on our honeymoon, let’s drink and fuck in an airplane over the Grand Canyon. Literally unbeatable.

            She laughed, she laughed easily, he knew it, it’s why he married her.

            The two entered into the “Lover’s Cabin”.

            Everything was covered in silk, or at least it seemed like it. Red and pink and heart pillows.

            How often do you think room service changes the sheets?

            Gross Jas.

            The consolation is most people aren’t trying to pull out on their honeymoons.

            Give me a beer.

            Give me a kiss.

            You two settled?

            What the fuck.

            Look to the front and right, you’ll see the intercom. Press the button and talk.

            Freddy walked to the front and pushed the button.

            Al?

            Yessir, y’all settled in?

            Yeah, just cracking cold ones.

            Good, there is only one rule on this flight, I ask that you remain seated and buckled for the take off and landing portions, at all other times, the Love Cabin is yours, please let me know if you need anything, refreshments and food should be in the mini fridge. Time of flight will be about 2 hours. I’ll let you know once we reach the West Rim. Other than that it will be radio silence from yours truly, enjoy your flight, please buckle up now, we’ll be taxiing for take off.

            Freddy and Jasmine moved towards their seats, they both smiled, the whole trip cost about 3 grand, but they wanted it, they both knew life was gonna be normal soon, they would both work, and save and have kids and spend money only for them, but now, they both agreed to spend everything, do whatever they wanted, be extravagant, this would be their only chance until retirement to live for themselves.

            You guys buckled up? You can answer through the headphones next to your seats.

            Yessir, let’s go.

            Jasmine’s voice was pitched with excitement.

            In the Cockpit

            Al laughed at the girl’s tone.

            The couple was very cute, very lovable. He’d never really felt jealous of a man he’d flown on these before, all the couples had just been.

            Either too shy and ashamed, or too blatant.

            These two, they were sweet, non-assuming, didn’t seem rich, they did well he assumed, but he knew Bob’s rates, and they showed up in the Limo, that meant they went for the platinum package. It didn’t match with their attitude but they weren’t star struck by the whole thing anyway.

            They just seemed to love each other. He had kind hands and she had kind eyes. Like his mother and father.

            So strange he should think of them, but how couldn’t he. They looked just like them.

            Tower, this is Cupid 77, requesting taxi instructions.

            Cupid 77 this is Tower, proceed to taxiway A11 and you are approved runway 02.

            Cupid 77 proceeding.

            Tower, Cupid 77 is on Runway 02, requesting approval for launch.

            Cupid 77, approved takeoff, proceed to flight level 080 on current bearing and then conduct flight plan C22.

            Cupid 77 copies all. Proceeding to take off to 080 at current bearing and then will conduct flight plan C22.

            All right folks, we’re gonna begin our take off, ensure you’re buckled back there and remain so until I have come back on when we have reached cruising altitude.

            Yessir, we are all strapped in.

            Copy that, sit back and enjoy a cocktail, should take about 15 minutes and the cabin will be all yours.

Cruising Altitude

            Jasmine had been sucking Freddy’s dick for a few minutes and then Al’s voice came over the intercom.

            Lady and Gentleman, we have reached cruising altitude, feel free to roam about the Lover’s Cabin and please alert me if you have any questions. The next call you’ll get from me will be Western Rim worthy.

            Freddy had jumped when the voice came across. Jasmine yelped and then laughed.

            She unbuckled first and threw herself on the pillows.

            Your turn now husband.

            And she spread her legs, lifting the skirt to show clenching panties.

            Yes wife.

            He hungrily approached and began to make love to her with his tongue. They shortly commiserated to copulating, laughing at the experience, the engine roaring and the turbulence bumps, everything was new, they were new, the plane was new, making love thousands of feet above the ground was new.

            She hoped it would make a boy, he hoped it would make her happy. They both hoped and so as only two people hoping in love could, the whole experience was amazing.

            Eventually they came, her before him, and they were still and sweaty.

            I love you bear.

            I love you Jas.

            Want a drink?

            Yes, very much.

            She rose, fighting the feeling of gravity that came with a plane ride and walked to the cooler. Her ass cheeks a perfect, tan heart.

            You know, you are absolutely beautiful?

            Tell me more.

            I wouldn’t know what to do without you, never felt comfortable with a woman naked during the day, you were the first.

            You don’t say.

            I do.

            So only vampires before me?

            Only trash before you, the whole female race should bow before you, you are their queen, if it wasn’t for you, the sun would not rise, the ducks would stay north and freeze, we would all be lost.

            You jest sir.

            I sha’ant, one would not jest with one so beautiful. One would only tell the truth or forever be condemned. That’s a punishment straight from Dante.

            Those lasts semesters of literature classes are paying off.

            The bards couldn’t control this tongue, only the goddess does.

            Your worship does not go unnoticed my acolyte.

            He smiled and drank deeply from the glass he was handed.

            My dear, I believe I love you.

            I would hope so.

            They held each other for a while in silence.

            You think we will always be this happy?

            I hope so Jas, why wouldn’t we?

            I just see all our friends, they don’t seem to be like us. They seem wrapped up in something we’ve never touched.

            Yes, well our friends aren’t us. Our friends got married early or stupidly or pregnantly. We chose this, we love each other.

            Yes, yes we do.

            She affirmed and smiled, but she still held the fear she voiced, she just put it in a place Freddy wouldn’t be able to see, a compartment only for herself. She had a few of those compartments.

            We’ll be ok Jas, we have to be, I ran out of things to do, it’s just you and the world is wanting.

            You don’t regret not going?

            No, it would have been fun, but no, I like you, I love you, why go away for 2 years and pause this?

            She smiled and kissed him. They drank and enjoyed.

Back with Al in the Cockpit

            Auto pilot good.

            Instruments good.

            Coffee good.

            Al sat back and blew on the cup in his hands.

            10 more minutes and they would be at the rim.

            90 more minutes and he would be landing.

            120 more minutes and he would be in his car.

            160 more minutes and he would be home.

            180 more minutes and he would be in bed.

            The clouds were great today.

            It never got old, being at the helm of such a great invention.

            The old girl was a great thing, and what she gave to the world was admirable. Al was happy he got to provide some free spirited love to the beautiful couples who came. He was a therapist in his own right. Maybe a little more expensive, but maybe a little bit cheaper.