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Adventures of Big Mike: Part 9

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Big Mike’s Mile High Plans and Soft Landings
Getting stuck in a small Town on Nude Day, turns interesting.

Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.



Owning a

consulting business has its advantages. Over the years I had been quite
successful and enjoyed a few perks for that success. I was enjoying one of
them, flying to a consulting job in my Cessna 350 Corvallis, when a fantastic
series of events was set in motion. I could never afford such an expensive
plane, but after performing several hundred hours of independent testing on it,
as part of a law suit, they sold the state of the art craft to me for a single
dollar. Car type bucket seats and fly by wire technology made it one of the
most comfortable planes I had ever flown.

Amanda, a

professional photographer that I had used a number of times on jobs like the
one we were traveling to; seemed to also enjoy the comfort of this plane
compared to the old 172 I used to fly.

I felt the

first shudder in the engine while I was busy sneaking a peek at Amanda's legs.
With her lounging sleepily in the bucket seat next to me, her already short
skirt had ridden up a couple more inches, and the rising sun was just
brightening the inside of the cockpit enough for me to really see just how much
leg she was unknowingly showing. In fact, if I caught the reflection in the LCD
screen just right, I could almost see up between her legs to the light colored
panties she wore. Yeah, I knew I was almost twice her age, but hell, she was
hot and I was Always horny. How could I not look?

The second

shudder really got my attention, and I went to work in the cockpit; all thought
of her panty color and legs leaving my mind as it went into immediate
troubleshooting mode.

I knew the

electronics of this craft inside out, having done so much testing on the fly by
wire during the legal suit. It only took a few moments to check and confirm
that the dual ignition system of the fuel injected six cylinder engine was
working as designed. We were cruising at nearly one hundred eighty knots, and
everything seemed ok. But that second shudder had me on edge. I did not miss
the third time it shuddered, just as I was in the middle of checking the fuel
system. I caught it in the act. It was just a fluke that I happened to be
looking right at the fuel pressure read out when it did it. Just for a moment,
it blinked lower. Not a lot, a few pounds, but it was enough to set every alarm
bell I had ringing. This baby needed to be on the ground and Now!

I gave

Amanda an unceremonious, almost rude, shove with my hand before I set to work
hitting the GPS navigation system for the closest airfield. "Tighten your
belts, we're setting down." I practically growled as my mind went through
emergency modes and check lists. I had filed a Visual Flight Rules route plan
so I didn't need to contact a controller, but just to be safe I punched in 7700
into my transponder and hit the ident key. The response to my emergency code
was almost immediate, Kansas City flight following had me on the radio in
seconds asking my emergency. After several terse exchanges with them, they
recommended we proceed to Kansas City International for an emergency procedure
landing. I was just about to make that turn when the engine tone changed. Air
speed quickly started to fall as the engine RPM tailed off to a little more
than an idle.

"Negative

KC Center. Looks like I just lost power." I responded as my fingers
started working the GPS system to find the closest airport. It was tiny, some
little 'burg called Milan. I'd never heard of it, but it had a strip. I tipped
the wings over and started dropping at nearly a thousand feet per minute;
hoping that what little power the engine had would hang on until I could get
the wheels on the ground.

In the early

dawn morning it was hard to pick out, but with a little help from the GPS
pointers I was able to find the single strip of the small airport, sitting just
outside what looked like a very small town. KC Center acknowledged my plans and
stayed with me until I was out of radar contact, only a thousand feet off the
ground. It wasn't my finest landing, but given that I only had one shot at it,
I thought it was pretty damn good. The engine had just enough power to idle off
the runway and onto a taxiway before it quit completely. But that was ok...we
were down.

The airport

was small, and to be honest, looked pretty deserted; and the air felt like
stepping into a furnace when I popped the door open. "Looks like we have
to walk." I said to Amanda as I stepped out and gingerly off the wing.
Even for a mid-July morning it seemed oppressively hot.

"Well,

I suppose I can charge you mileage!" She joked as she unfolded her slim
frame barefoot onto the wing. She closed the door and sat down on the smooth
aluminum surface to put her high heels back onto her feet while I shook my head
at her good looking, but less than functional, footwear. She slid down the
smooth metal of the wing and allowed me to catch her before her feet hit the
ground, the edge of the wing catching her skirt and pulling it up as she slid
off. I only got a glimpse of her cream colored panties before she pulled her
skirt back down and blushed a bright red. "Oops. Sorry about that."
She almost whispered.

"Not a

problem. Last time I checked I still liked looking at beautiful women's
panties. Especially if they were still in them!" I responded jokingly,
which only made her blush even more.

It was a

fairly long walk from where the plane decided to park itself, to the office
complex of the small airport. It didn't take much looking around to find out
that there was a mechanics office, but that Freddie was in town and didn't work
on Wednesdays. That was just great! Freddie didn't leave a phone number either,
but did leave the address of his shop in town. I figured maybe we could talk
him into making an emergency repair.

Using my

i-phone I looked up the address and found that it was only a couple miles from
the airstrip. A quick call confirmed that it was still too early for Freddie to
be there. It was going to be a warm walk into town, but then it was better than
sitting out here and roasting. After a short consultation with Amanda, we
decided to trek into town and see if we could track down Freddie.

City Café

It was still early

as we approached the small town, and it showed. The streets were deserted
except for a few cars passing by. We found the address of Freddie's shop, but
it was still locked up. I decided some breakfast might be in order and the only
thing that looked open was a small diner across the street.

"Looks

like breakfast!" I said as I led Amanda across the still empty road and
entered the tiny diner. To say I was shocked would have been the biggest
understatement in the book. There were a number of people sitting around
eating, all naked! It looked like a nudist convention. But you could have
knocked me over with a feather when the waitress came out of the kitchen with a
tray of dishes, and not a stitch of clothing on.

"Be

right with you!" She said as she turned and bent to put the dishes down,
her easily double D tits swinging enticingly. She turned back and walked up
with a smile on her face and only a tiny apron around her waist that failed to
completely cover the junction of her legs. "So I take it your new in
town?" She asked, looking past us toward where our car might be parked, if
we had one.

"Would

you like a booth?" She asked cheerily.

"Yeah,

actually we would." I answered, after which she led us to a booth toward
the rear that was a bit less in the line of site of the windows and most of the
other patrons.

"Um,

Yeah. Did we come at a bad time?" I asked, looking around at the naked
patrons.

"Nope,

it's the fourteenth." She said as if it explained everything.

"And

that means?" I asked, cocking my head and lifting my shoulders to
encourage her to explain.

"Oh.

Yeah. I guess you’re not from here. It’s a City ordinance. No clothes in public
for National Nude day, unless of course you are from out of town. We can't
force you visitors to participate, but everyone in town does, or they stay
home." She said with a smile and a shrug. "I can loan you a bag for
your clothes if you want." She said, as she set our table with cutlery and
menues. She was also eyeing the growing bulge in my pants, as I watched her
absolutely fantastic tits jiggle over our table.

"Just

so I understand, everyone in town goes nude? And this happens why?" I
asked.

"National

Nude Day. The whole town had a say in it and we decided to make it a town
holiday. Some of the townsfolk floated the idea as a joke. Me and a few others
called their bluff. It’s been that way a few years now. Everybody seems to like
it. E used to set it for the actual day that the rest of the nation observes,
but the town just turned into a traffic jam and our residents became internet
fodder. So now we have a town committee setting a random summer day, and only
give a 48 hour notice. The result is really good for business, since a lot of
travelers come here hoping to get lucky, and patronizing the businesses all
summer long."

"I can

see why." I said looking around at the mostly male population of the diner
and thinking that most of them were probably not here for the food.

"Here

you go” she said, handing us our menus. “And really, I'd be happy to loan you a
sack for your clothes. I mean if you want to take them off and all." She
said with a wink. "I'll be back in a sec with menus."

True to her

word she was back in a few moments to take our orders, and if I was any judge,
her tiny apron hiked up a tad more. From my seated position I could easily see
her shaved mound, complete with a tiny blue butterfly tattoo. As she set down
the menus she stepped her feet slightly apart, allowing me to see her
protruding lips, which to my experienced eye, looked like they had been freshly
stroked. My attention was temporarily fixed on her glistening lips until she
bent over to place silver wear on the table and her large tits hung literally
inches from my face.

"So

what can I interest you in to drink? Coffee, juice, milk?" She asked,
pulling her little pad out of the tiny apron.

"I

think some Orange Juice." Amanda said, her voice clearly displaying her
nervousness.

"Actually

I've always been a milk lover." I said with a smile.

"I'm

sure I can find you a nice tall glass." The waitress said with a smile,
turning to walk off, allowing her cute ass to wiggle seductively as she headed
toward the kitchen.

"Seems

like a nice young lady." I said to Amanda as I opened the menu. "What
do you think?"

"I'm

not sure I could go around naked all day." She replied as she looked
around the small diner.

"Why not.

You're a very good looking woman. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

"Like

you're going to run around naked?" She answered with a smirk.

"Sure,

why not?" I answered.

"I've

worked for you for how long now? Five years? I think I know you pretty well, and
the way you were checking out that waitress you've got to be hard as hell. You
sure you want to show that off to everyone who looks your way?" She chided
with a grin, her directness surprising me.

"Oh?

Sounds like you've been watching me when I wasn't looking."

"Why

not? Are you going to tell me you didn't notice how far my skirt was hiked up
in the plane? Come on, I'm not that naive. I know you like me wearing these
skirts. I just prefer to keep my sexual activities a bit more private."

"Well,

if that's how you feel. I dare you to strip for me." I said, wondering if
she really would.

"Sure.

Like I'm going to run around naked? Fat chance."

"That's

a shame." The waitress said as she set two glasses on the table, the smell
of turned on cunt clearly evident as she stood close to me. "You look
cute. You might find it fun to go naked like this. It's kind of a turn on
actually."

"I'm

not sure I can actually go naked in front of strange men." Amanda replied.

"You

should try it. It's actually kind of fun to tease them."

"Aren't

you afraid of getting molested?" Amanda asked her seriously.

"Hasn't

happened yet. Besides these old geezers come in every year to watch me. It's
kind of fun to see what they will come up with next to get me to do something
with them. I never will, but they don't know that." The waitress said with
a smile. "So how about it? You two going to join us?"

"Oh, I

don't know." Amanda whispered.

"Ok.

Why don't I get your order and in the meantime you can think about it!"
The waitress said, smiling at me sweetly.

"Well,

I'll have the ham and eggs, over easy, white toast." I told her as she
scribbled on the pad.

"And

you miss?" She asked looking at Amanda.

"I

think the biscuits and gravy look pretty good."

"Good

choice. I'll be back in a few minutes with your food. And if you change your
mind you can use the ladies room to undress, you may find that more
comfortable." The waitress said as she turned and headed for the kitchen.

"Might

as well, Amanda. Never going to get a chance like this again." I teased.

"Let's

admit it; you just want to see me naked!" She shot back at me with a
frown. "Sure why not? Besides, didn't you just tell me a little while ago
you've been intentionally wearing sexy stuff just to tease me? Just think how much
of a tease this will be!"

"Ok,

hot shot. I will if you will. But you gotta strip, right here, first! Let's see
how cocky you are when you have to show off that boner!"

"So I

get up and undress, and then you do? No running to the bathroom and
hiding?" I said with a crooked smile.

"Um,

Yep." She sighed realizing that she had walked directly into a trap.

"Ok!

You're on!" I said, sliding out of the booth and standing up. I was just
pulling my shirt tail out of my pants when the waitress came back.

"Oh;

decided to join me?" She asked with a smile.

Seems that

way." I answered as I turned to face her.

"Well,

in that case, let me." She said, reaching out for my shirt and pulling it
up and over my head. She tossed it onto the bench seat of the booth and then
stepped closer. "This will drive those old geezers nuts." She
whispered as she placed her hand on my hard cock and rubbed it through my
pants. She stroked me with one hand while the other deftly undid my belt, and
the button of my pants. Her hand moved long enough to unzip my pants and then
slid inside them, rubbing my increasingly hard cock through my underwear as she
pushed my pants down.

"Nice."

She said as she crouched down, bringing her face level with my underwear clad
cock. She untied my low top hikers and pulled them off, and then worked my
pants over my feet, leaving me in nothing but my socks and underwear.
"Now, let's take care of this too." She said with a smile, looking up
at me as she reached for my briefs. I closed my eyes and tried not to moan as
she pulled my underwear down and closed her lips around the head of my cock.
"Hmm" she mumbled around my cock, as she licked and sucked on it
gently. She continued to suck my engorged cock while she worked my underwear
down my legs and over my feet. "Tasty." She said quietly when she
pulled her mouth from my cock. "You wouldn't mind taking care of a really
horny cunt with it, would you?"

"That

depends on whose it is?" I breathed.

"Mine."

She said as she stood up in front of me and reached for my hands. She pulled me
across the aisle to the booth on the other side and sat her ass on the edge of
the table. She let go of one hand and reached for my hard cock, pulling it
toward her cunt as she pulled my hand toward her chest.

"Oh God

yes." she whispered, as she rubbed my engorged head around her wet lips.
"Slide it in now." She practically begged.

By that

point I was thinking with my dick and willingly leaned into her, allowing my
cock head to spread her lips and slowly push into her cunt. I let out a quiet
moan as I felt my head expand her tunnel and pass that first point of
resistance. I felt her velvety smooth walls slowly engulf my shaft, teasing its
length and the sensitive spot under my head, as I slowly pushed deeper into
her. Finally I felt my head press against the end

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