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.