Message-ID: <35868asstr$1017101406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <00f701c1d3fa$606fa9e0$9a00a8c0@chen> From: "Mike C" X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 07:41:23 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} (new) JAMES 47 (mf+ rom) Date: Mon, 25 Mar 2002 19:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. Copies of my stories can be downloaded from: Send all comments and suggestions to MikeC@NSpace.net ============= James Part VIII. Lofty Goals Chapter 47 We boarded Jewel in the cool of the early dawn. Brenda was there to kiss us goodbye and, while she was picking out more dresses, had a quick update from Sherri about Anna and the 'Forever-Friend' scenario. I held Brenda's hand and kissed her goodbye. She looked at me, softly, "James..." I nodded and we shared a little smile. Chuck came down and shook our hands, "Thank you for all you have done for us. I will re-extend my open door invitation - anytime you or anyone from your group wishes to visit, they would be most welcome... And if there's anything I can do, just ask..." He held out a box for me, "And this is a small token of my appreciation." Inside were a dozen of the beautiful white asparus stalks we had for dinner. My mouth watered. "Thank you Chuck, and also know that anytime you or Anna wish to visit us, you will be more than welcome." I said with feeling. Check helped Brenda with her extra clothes up the stairs and stood there waving until we cleared the bend. Once out in the main river, Sara came out with a coffee and a kiss. Then she disappeared down below with Sherri. Their heartfelt cries of glee and pleasure serenaded the peaceful shores as we coasted down the canals but soon it became peaceful again and a quick check showed them fast asleep, curled up against each other. I followed the canal then turned up the side channel and once more stopped at the showroom where Rhianna worked. I found her at the back, inspecting a 55-footer about to be shipped out. "Rhianna?" I shook her hand, "I'm James Mitchell..." "I remember, Max's Marina." She stopped, "How was your visit?" "It went very well... Can we go somewhere and talk?" We went to her office and she fetched us coffees and croissants. "I want to say up front that anything we say here will not go any further without your say so." She shrugged. "You're Deanna Regan, aren't you?" And when she said nothing, "I saw your picture in the house. And you haven't changed that much in ten years..." "So? I changed my name because I don't want to be a Regan anymore. And if you think you can talk me into..." "No - I'm not trying to talk you into anything. I just want to tell you that you have a very lovely daughter..." "She's not my daughter... anymore..." She looked away and sighed. "She has never forgotten you - she knows to the day how long you've been away." Her eyes suddenly filled and she bit her lip. "The first things Anna said about you were, 'Lake Deanna, named after my Mom.' and 'I haven't seen her since I was six.'" I waited until she dabbed her eyes and blew her nose. "You may not be aware of it, but you very much have a daughter..." I sigh, "And for what it's worth, Chuck regrets deeply the pain he's caused you." I held up a hand as she looked up at me, "No, he doesn't know you're here, or that I'm even aware of your whereabouts." "What do you want me to do?" She murmured. "Nothing - it's entirely up to you. I just want you to know that Anna's fine although she misses you. That must've been the reason you stayed here all this time - so you can be close to her..." She covered her face with her hands. I sighed, "She really is a lovely young lady and despite what happened between you and your father, he's been treating Anna well, and obviously loves her." "A lot has happened since then and... I'm not unhappy." She looked at me, softly, "I've come to realize that really, I should bear at least some of the blame for what happened. I was stupid and proud... a terrible combination. And yes, I stayed because I want to be close to them." Her eyes swam again, "Both of them." she whispered and dabbed her eyes. We looked up at the knock on the door. The girls were looking through the glass at us. Sherri came dashing in and stared at her. "You're Deanna!" Then she hugged her. "I have to tell you what an amazing person Anna is! She's so smart and pretty like you!" I made the introductions and we went over the previous evening. "He even played the Beethoven for you? He must think very highly of you..." Deanna sighed dreamily, "Helene was his strength, his life... After she died, he was devastated and he became different... hard..." She sighed. "I was fifteen, and..." We waited, but she said nothing more. Sara nodded sympathetically, "I can empathize - I spent yesterday morning with Chuck and I seriously considered throwing him off the boat. Twice." They shared a sad smile. "Listen, Deanna, you've waited 4 years, there's time for you to think it over and decide what you want to do." I said, "Brenda, who was here the other day is with them and I can promise you, she'll look after Anna for you." "There's another thing..." Deanna looked up, "I'm married now... and I... I haven't told my husband about Anna, or Regan Boats..." She looked at us, and waved her hand, "He... WE own this operation. Do you understand?" Slowly I nodded, absorbing the revelation. "Hmmm, right - but there's really no rush to decide on anything. Do what you feel is right for everyone. Anna is happy enough - just give her the closure she needs." I took her hand, "In fact, you shouldn't be hasty about this..." She nodded and buried her face in her hands as we took our leave. The girls leaned on me as we followed the canal out to sea, each of us preoccupied with our own thoughts. I called Brenda and quickly updated her on the situation. "Don't talk to Anna or Chuck until Deanna has a chance to think things through. I don't think a mother-daughter reunion is too likely..." I sighed. Brenda had been seconded by the computer simulations people and was working with them on the wave modelling software, then she would be spending time with the dynamics group as they performed measurements on scale models. Many of the staff had volunteered to continue her intensive training in computers and hydrodynamics over the weekend. Then she had promised to spend time with Anna. "A girl could get used to this kind of attention!" She giggled, "It's not easy being so popular!" I called Max and he located Celeste for me, "Hi honey!" she said excitedly, "The exterior's done, right on schedule!" I told her about our delay, "We're just starting out so we may not get there until mid-afternoon." "Don't worry, I'll go pick up Nicole if you can't. I have an appointment in town for tomorrow; the TV station needs the videos Jules took overflying the building." She giggled, "They're doing a special on the Mueller Building! And me!" The interest after the local station broadcast the lead had led to the Regional affiliate picking up the story and they would be taping a 60 minute special on the unique building and its even more unique designer. I took us 20 miles out to sea, explaining to the girls that it would permit us to take full advantage of the 12mph current, allowing us to sail directly to The Eyrie in 5 hours and bypassing the filthy harbor completely. "Oh, we won't be going by Brookhaven then!" Sherri said, "I like the people there!" "And we won't have time for more fishing!" Sara added. She spelled me at the helm and I cooked the asparagus for a midmorning snack, deliciously drenched in butter. "Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Over!" We stared at the UHF. "Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Ultralight MiniMax to private vessel Jewel. Come in! Over!" Sherri grabbed the mike and I pointed to the push-to-talk button. "Private vessel Jewel to ultralight MiniMax. Over!" She excitedly replied. "Go channel 17... I say again one-seven! Over!" "Confirm it, then switch." I told her. "OK... Er, 17. Gotcha... I mean... We copy, over!" I helped her change the channel to 17, the local communications channel. "How are you kids? Over!" Amanda giggled over the set. "We're GREAT! How are you sweetheart?" Sherri yelled, "Over!" She added. "We're good! We're FLYING!" Amanda said excitedly, "Say your 20, I repeat say your 20. Over!" Amanda shouted over the speaker. I replied with our position and added, "35 mph effective, heading 012. Over" "That's a four, lover!" Amanda repeated the numbers back, then, "Maintain present heading, ETA..." a pause, "17 minutes. Over and out!" "See you!" Sherri laughed, "Jewel out!" she giggled as she replaced the mike, "This is way cool, it's so like the movies!" I took the chance to show them the guard channel on the VHF set so that we could monitor emergency broadcasts as well as our own private communications. "C'mon, let's go look for the plane!" Sara dragged Sherri to the front deck. What was just a small speck on the horizon grew rapidly as we watched. The amphibian was a gleaming white with red accent stripes along its graceful lines as it soared majestically over us, its small engine mounted above and behind the wings buzzing sedately. Once astern of us, it executed a looping turn and followed us, slowing as it deployed its flaps. It floated alongside as Jules grinned and gave the thumbs up to the girls jumping and screaming from the fore deck. The plane was about the same length as the boat and its smooth lines spoke of agility and speed. With a small splash MiniMax kissed the water and settled to coast along us as we matched speeds. Jules slid the cockpit canopy back and tossed us a line which I made fast to the side. Amanda scrambled into Jewel and I feasted on the sight of her in her aviator shades and two little pieces of bikini - long and lean and unspeakably sexy. "You look real good." I murmured. "Did you like my landing!" She beamed at us as I handed JulieAnn over. "Jules says I'll be ready to solo with a couple more flights." She leaned on me as Jules was greeted exuberantly by the others. "You really think I'm sexy?" "Yes honey. I hope you haven't been showing up at Harry's like this!" Amanda glowed, "This is all for you!" she kissed me softly, "Celeste called and said you were a little late so we figured Jules can fly you back to the Marina. And we can can have time for some fishing!" She turned to the others and they started talking excitedly as Amanda showed them around the little plane. I took Jules' hand, "How've you been?" I stroke her soft blond hair as we kissed. She was in a white tube top and little shorts and I checked to make sure every part of her was tanned and smooth. "Mmmm, things are going well. Celeste has been more human now that the exterior work is done." She dimpled, "Actually we've all been so busy we don't see each other more than a couple of hours a day." She hugged Amanda, "And my sweetheart here has been just wonderful. Harry's been busier than he's ever been and he's already thinking of expanding." Jules showed us the basic steps in flight preparation, starting with the walkaround to make sure things look and feel right on the plane before boarding. Although MiniMax was longer than Jewel in overall length, the actual cabin was only 9 feet long and not even 4 feet wide. It had side-by-side seating for 2 plus a small jump-seat bolted on the bulkhead in the baggage space behind. I climbed in the co-pilot seat and Jules fit lightweight headphones on us. We cast off and Jewel pulled away, heading for a sunken wreck about ten miles ahead. "And James," Jules voice cut in over the intercom, "There's no potty on board, so you'll have to hold it or use a barf bag." She showed me where a supply was under my seat. "And there will be NO meals served!" she laughed. The controls were simple, foot pedals to turn the rudders - one for flight and a smaller one for in-water navigation, which also worked the brakes on land; a simple throttle and a control stick to control up, down and banking to the sides. Each seat had its own individual set of controls. Jules started the engine and turned us with the current, advancing the throttle as she did. Quickly the craft picked up speed and leapt up into the air with the second swell it crested. Jules showed me the angle-of-climb, or attitude indicator as she reduced the flaps and throttled back a bit to optimise our climb rate at 800 feet per minute. At 500 feet asl, or above-sea-level, she adjusted the engine mixture for efficiency and trimmed the plane for level flight. We were traveling at almost 90mph as we made a lazy circle over Jewel to head back towards the lake. The plane had a small screen GPS as well as a marine radio with Emergency Weather channels. We would not be landing at airports so there was no need for an aviation radio, although there was an emergency receiver on board for both frequencies. From this height, Jewel was a little toy boat in a vast glittering blue ocean. The girls barely discernable as they waved up to us. We could see the earth curve around us, the land, sky and clouds merging into the hazy distance. "There is a simple way to estimate distance to the horison." Jules said, "Take the squareroot of our height in feet and multiply by 1.2 to get the miles to the horizon. We're at 500 now, so the horizon is about 23 times 1.2, or about 27 miles away. At the maximum operating height for this plane of 18000 feet, we get to see 165 miles all around us." She paused, "There is breathable oxygen, but the temperature is minus 35." She knocked on the thin canopy, "We'd freeze in about 2 minutes..." I had a chance to try out the controls next and Jules walked me through some gentle turns using only the pedals and I practiced taking the little craft to different altitudes with the 'stick' or yoke. Once I got the hang of the response delays and the coordination between rudder and aerilons, I managed quite well. As we angled towards shore, the extent of the area affected by the dying seaweed became obvious. Huge swirls of green and brown refuse was clogging the channels and harbors. Jules held my hand as I took us up to 800 feet and watched the blight pass under us. We followed the shoreline and the feeling of total freedom was exhiliarating. It was easy to understand Icarus' fatal flight to the sun - there was a inner need to fly higher and encompass the world. At 4200 feet, we were kissing the lower fringes of the clouds and far below us, the roads and the land were reduced to lines and patterns; the tallest buildings, the largest mansions were mere specks. We could almost see the Lake in the far hazy distance. The view and the god-like power was addictive. "You're loving this aren't you!" Jules whispered over the steady drone. "Yeah, it's like one HUGE power trip! The control, and the freedom!" I waggled the stick and grinned. We found an opening in the clouds and soared up. Jules watched the spinning altimeter, then she announced, "This is the unassailable territory of all true aviators!" she looked at me and smiled, "Welcome to the Mile-High club!" as she removed our seatbelts and loosened my shorts. She gave me a warm kiss as she tenderly took my cock out, running her fingers on me, smiling as she watched her soft touch bring me to hardness. With a happy moan she draped herself over my lap and kissed me, adding her tongue as I sighed and caressed her soft hair. She looked up, "You won't crash us and you WILL keep an eye out for other planes, right?" she lapped me, "I KNOW you'll tell me if I'm doing a good enough job or not!" as she turned her attentions back my now throbbing shaft. I sighed my gratitude to the designers of the plane, the narrow cockpit allowed Jules to use both her hands as well as her mouth and lips. There was only time for her to sink her mouth on me a dozen time when I erupted into her. Again and again, to the most blissful agony, I emptied myself deep into her churning throat as she milked my balls of their load. She untangled my fingers from her hair as she cleaned me with soft kisses and licks, as I resolutely kept an eye on the Artificial Horizon, gasping and trembling with the force of my explosion. Jules tucked me away and sat back, fumbling out of her shorts. She guided my hand on her very wet crotch, then she took my finger into her mouth for a generous dollop of my fluid and joined me in drawing hearts on the dashboard. "Ahhh!" Jules breathed as I return my hand to her warm cunt. "You have the conn, Mr Mitchell, take her outta here!" And so I did, accompanied by her lusty screams and gurgling. Cautiously I adjusted us so I could lean down and taste her sweet cunt. With a moan Jules wrapped a leg around me and grabbed my hair, squealing delightedly and grinding herself on my face. "Mmm, you're such a gifted cunt nuzzler!" Jules sighed as she finally let me retrieve my tongue, "I come all the time - even when you don't touch me in the proper places!" "Maybe that's why!" I croaked as I gingerly felt my neck for dislocation. She leaned over and kiss me softly. "I love you James, you ARE the best lover a girl can have!" she leaned on my chest and said dreamily, "Amanda had a theory that because of the lower atmospheric pressure at this height, there's more force when you come, and so it's more enjoyable. Is she right?" She smiled up at my vigorous nods. She buckled us back in and spoke into her microphone, "Come in Jewel, Come in!" "Jewel here," Amanda's excited voice crackled over the set, "How'd it go?" "Real well!" Jules grinned at me and winked, "The experiment went according to plan - with maybe better than anticipated results!" "Oh goodie, we'll know what to expect next time!" Amanda giggled, "Jewel out!" "Did she say what I think she said?" Jules nodded, "You have to do it with everyone who gets a licence." she dimpled enchantingly. "And since I'm the designated instructor, I can pretty much assure you it'll be everybody!" "Why don't you just let me crash? You're gonna kill me either way!" "Oh...? But I'm glad you mentioned that," she grinned, "Looks like you're ready for your next lesson!" Without waiting for my answer she reached out and turned the engine off. The sudden silence was eerie and little plane seemed to hang there, as if waiting for me to start screaming before plummeting down. Jules cinched her seat belt tighter and watched me. I tried not to stare at the earth rushing towards us, "Honey, is slamming into the ground part of this lesson too?" JuieAnn smiled, "There are times when you have to implicitly trust the instruments, and this is one of the most critical ones. Our attitude is -30 degrees, bad, but not as bad as your brain tells you. But our speed is climbing too high - the wings are only designed to take 180mph so first thing is to pull us up, GENTLY!" She waited as I slowly levelled the plane according to the instruments. "OK, hand lightly on the stick and feel for it. As the air-speed drops, the surfaces will start to flutter, or lose control. The key is to angle the plane by using the stick or, if we're high enough, to use the trim to tip the nose down JUST ENOUGH to maintain the minimum speed you need for control - that's the bottom of the green band on the airspeed indicator, or around 45mph." She watched me and, apparently satisfied, continued, "Power outs are a major concern for single engine aircraft so proper reaction and recovery is crucial." she looked at my performance for a few minutes, "In case you think it's just a trick, remember there is a chance the engine will NOT re-start! So as you stretch your glide path, start looking for a good landing spot. Keep an eye out for signs of an updraft - usually it's a lake or a rise in the land. On the ocean, look for dark bands of water. Thunder-storms are notorious for them too, but I wouldn't advise flying near one." Once over the initial fear of falling from a mile up and the strangeness of flying without power, there was a special tranquility as we sat and listened to the wind whispering outside the cockpit. "This is nice too," I sighed, "We're more bird than airplane." I felt the sudden tilt of the plane as we hit a small updraft and quickly turned both wings into the lift and rode it, not unlike a rickety elevator, gaining about 200 feet of the 1000 feet we lost during our lesson. "OK, time to find out if this is a real emergency or not!" Jules laughed as we levelled off and she reached for Ignition switch. Fortunately, the little 4-stroke fired immediately and we turned back on course. "I was watching the temperature gages here," she pointed, "CHT is the Cylinder Head Temp and it should be above 200 for easy restarts. "The Exhaust Gas Temperatur gage, or EGT allows me to correct the gas mixture. Too rich, I waste gas and foul the plugs. Too lean, I get overheating in the cylinders." She talked me through the adjustments as we coasted back down to 400ft - the cabin was becoming quite chilly at the higher altitudes and the view was much more interesting closer to the ground. I looked around the boundless sky and sighed. Jules smiled, "That's what we felt too - even after the PPC, this was amazing. And the guys I teach at Harry's get all wide eyed at this." "Are you sure it's not because of what you're wearing, or NOT wearing?" "Could be!" She laughed with me, "At least at the start that would be the reason." and confidentially, "You know how turned on it gets me with all those guys coming on to me?" she sighed and gripped my knee, "Then Mandie and I have to sneak off and pretend you're there with us..." "Was I any good?" "Um-hmmm! The darling girl sure is hot..." she sighed, "I think Celeste got a little scared of us, the way we attacked her every night!" she giggled. "What about you, did you have a good time?" I grinned and started telling her about the trip. She stopped me after I told her about Brookhaven. "I'm glad you told me about the reaction to the boats, with that kind of reception, once the new models come out their shares may well start strengthening again." she hmmm'd and bit her lip, "We'll have to speed up our program and pick up as much as we can, we can either cash in when it's stronger or... maybe we can short it and get a big enough block to put Nicole on the board." she grinned, "Although that should be no problem. The industry trend is to put high visibility members on the board, and Nicole is EXTREMELY visible! But we'll definitely need the confidence votes once they realize she intends to DO things while she's there!" Within an hour, we turned inland to follow the river, Jules laughed, "Harry calls this ifr, lower case, which, instead of meaning Instrument Flight Reference, which we definitely don't have, means 'I Follow Rivers' because they are such useful landmarks. Following rivers also help avoid the number one killer of ultralight pilots - tangling with power lines. Most of the light poles are about 50 feet off the ground, but the high-voltage grids are 200-300 feet high. A critical point to remember! We'll have to watch for bridges, though!" she laughed. "Can we fly to pick Nicole up?" "No - the plane needs to be FAA certified for flights in and out of airports. And we're supposed to stay a thousand feet from any commercial flight paths. Given how closely we're skirting the legalities here, I think it's best we avoid being noticed." Less than 2 hours after we took off from Jewel, we were already approaching the dam and the lake - Minimax had saved 4 or more hours of sailing time. We got down to 150 feet as flew over the lake and she showed me how to zero the altimeter to account for the increased elevation. The marina looked completely different from the air and the Wheel was easily visible. Its smooth curves seemed to flow out of the rugged terrain but exuded a warmth, like a smile in an empty room. Celeste had added a second storey of offices over the front of the existing building leading out to a patio covering the wheel, with a wooden mosaic that clearly spelt 'MAX' from the air. At our approach, Celeste came out on it and waved to us. Jules slid the canopy back and we grinned back and blew her kisses. Then we turned to the mouth of the small bay, skimming over the water's surface. "Eyeball the landing site to make sure it's clear of boats and debris!" She yelled over the wind noise. A mile down, we made a 180 and Jules added flaps as she went off the throttle. Minimax sank sluggishly until with a light splash she settled in the water at a docile 30 mph. We taxied up to the marina and Jules smiled, "This part is why it's called an amphibian!" She reach forward and pulled a ratchet back, "The bar lowers the wheels, and..." she applied some throttle and the little plane rolled up the ramp to the parking lot. By modulating the pressure on the foot brakes, we maneuvered the plane into a parking spot freshly marked out in yellow paint. Jules powered down and I took her hand, "Thank you Jules, it was an amazing experience." She twinkled, "Oh, the blowjob wasn't THAT good, and I should thank you for MY amazing experience as well!" she smiled and kissed me softly. I held her hand and we looked out at the incredible sight of the Wheel. It sat 12 feet above the lot and reached out almost 30 feet over the water. Its gleaming side panels absorbed your attention as they reached skyward. It was exciting, it was powerful, and it was a breathtaking reminder that this was home. ============= (C) Copyright 2002. M.C. All Rights Reserved. All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden. 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