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Runways: Part 3

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Runways: Part 3
A Mountaintop Experience

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"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as

we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.

"Someplace special," was all I answered, as I

aimed us for the small trail that looked like it led around the lake. The hike
wasn't long, only about a half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We
finally broke free of the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held
a hand out for her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."

"Okay, but this hike is getting me too damned

hot." she answered. She pulled her gauze white blouse over her head and
tied it around her slender waist. Then taking my hand and letting me help her
up the rock strewn hillside.

I had a hard time not paying attention to the way her tits

swung and bounced with each step, turning my cock once again rock hard before
we had made it even a portion of the way up the hill, on my father’s
mountaintop land. But we continued climbing, little trickles of sweat running
down her naked top, down between and around her breasts as we climbed. She was
clearly not used to this kind of effort, but I had to admit, for a change she made
no complaint. "Here we are." I said as I let go of her hand and stood
on the top of the rocky hill, able to look all the way around us. "This is
the top of the mountain. Highest point around. Well except for those peaks over
there. But they're way too steep to climb without special gear. This is the top
of what the locals call baldy.

"It's beautiful! You can see for miles," she said,

moving slowly around me, looking in every direction at the land laid out far
below us. "It's like being on an airplane without the airplane!"

"Yeah. Sorta is, isn't it? Ready for some lunch?"

"I am!" She said as she came over and sat down

next to me on the rock. I dug in the bag and pulled out sandwiches and bottles
of water. "That's yours," she said, pointing to the one made on rye.
"I think I heard someplace you liked rye bread."

"I do actually. Thank you!" I answered, smiling at

her and taking the sandwich from her. "You know. I think this is the
nicest you've been to me since I've known you."

"Thank you. Self-preservation I guess. I don't want to

get thrown in that damn lake again," she said with a giggle.

"Well, I haven't seen any reason to do it again,

so...mission accomplished."

"Adam," she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I know you don't particularly like me. But I want to

thank you for bringing me up here."

"Aw hell. I don't dislike you. I just didn't expect you

to be quite so..."

"Bitchy?" She finished for me.

"Yeah, bitchy." I agreed. "When you relax and

try to be a normal person you can be quite... Not sure what word to use
there."

"Captivating... alluring... sexy...enticing?" She

suggested, each time getting a shake of my head.

"Pleasant."

"Pleasant?" she asked curiously.

"Uh huh. Pleasant.” I elaborated. “Pleasant

to look at, pleasant to be around, pleasant to talk to. Pleasant."

"Hmm, I would have thought your description would be

more sexual than that. Most guys are."

"I'll admit you're hot, but well, the idea of sex isn't

exactly the first thing I'd say I think about when I see you."

"That hardon you had while we were cleaning fish didn't

say you weren't thinking about sex. And the hardon you have now doesn't say you
aren't interested in sex."

"Are you enticing, sexually? Of course you are. That's

why you get paid what you do. Guys look at you and they wanna fuck you." I
answered.

"But you don't? Come on. With that hardon?"

"Okay. I'll admit it. My body is interested in

exploring your dark damp spaces. But to be honest, I'm actually just enjoying
being able to share something like this view with you as a regular person, not
a multi-million dollar super model."

"If I was a regular person, would you want to fuck

me?"

"God what is it with you and fuck? Do you know any

other way to say it?” I asked, looking into her eyes. “ Fucking is
what you do with someone you don't care about."

"So what do you want me to call it?"

"Have sex, make love. Either work, if you care about a

person. If not, I suppose fucking is as good a word as any to say it."

Kim suddenly stood up and undid the front of her shorts. She

pushed them down her legs and stepped out of them so she was naked except for
her shoes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she leaned down

and started undoing the front of my shorts.

"Getting you naked," she said as if that were the

most natural thing in the world to do at that moment.

"Why?" I asked, reaching for her hand to stop her.

"For the simple reason that you don't want to fuck

me."

"So, you want to get me naked why then?"

She let go of my pants and stood over me, straightening up

and looking around. "Actually, I thought you might want to just lay here
in the sun naked with me. Because we can. We have the luxury of wonderful
privacy, thanks to your family’s wonderful cabin and land. You don't have
to though. I understand," she said, stepping across me and sitting on the
rock again. She lay back and closed her eyes, letting her body soak in the sun
on her front and heat from the rock on her back side. “This nudity is
awesome! Now I think I understand the naturalists!”

I looked at her for long seconds, trying to understand her.

I stood up next to her and pushed my shorts off, freeing my rock hard cock to
stick out in the sunshine. I skimmed off my t-shirt and dropped it next to my
shorts and then lay down next to her in the sun.

I lost track of how long we lay there, the sun baking the

two of us. I started to think that maybe I'd get a good burn laying here too
long and was about to suggest that we head back down when I felt her hand find
mine. She stroked the back of my hand with her fingers, gently teasing her
finger tips and nails on my skin. I lay there for long minutes as she stroked
my hand before she wrapped her fingers around my hand and drew it up off the
rock to her body, placing it gently on her hip, moving her fingers from around
it back to the back of my hand again, stroking my hand as my palm and fingers
lay on her bare skin. I really didn't know what she expected or wanted, and I
really didn't want to ruin the surprisingly pleasant mood she had been in.

She gently used her fingers to coax my hand more onto her

body, working it closer to her bare mound until she had coaxed my finger to
rest on the firm hump only inches from her pussy.

"Would you like to touch me?" She asked softly.

"Do you want me to?"

"I wouldn't mind if you did," she said a little

breathlessly, her hand leaving mine and reaching across to gently rest on me,
her finger tips brushing my long since softened cock.

"Kim. Are you horny?" I whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back. "I really want to

come but i want you to do it."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but I do." I answered her.

"What if I can't explain it?"

"When you can, tell me." I whispered, starting to

draw my hand away from her.

"No! Please!" She practically begged, grabbing my

hand with her other hand. She held my hand and pulled it down toward the
juncture of her legs, spreading her legs and moving one across mine to give my
hand access to her pussy. "Please," She whispered.

I nodded, as much to myself as to her, and gently let my

fingers stroke her surprisingly wet pussy lips. I felt her wetness as I dipped
one finger between her lips, feeling her slick hot juices. She moaned softly,
her fingers now stroking along my hardening cock, teasing along its length,
concentrating on and around my head as my fingers gently stroked up and down
her lips. I let my finger tease just into the entrance to her tunnel and then
up to her clit, her hips trying to lift off the rocks toward my fingers with
each stroke.

"Do you like touching me?" She whispered

breathlessly as her hand wrapped around my hard cock, giving it a gentle
squeeze. "So you like me touching you?"

"Uh huh." I answered honestly.

"I'm glad. I like how you feel too," she said

softly. I concentrated on her clit, still sliding my finger down to her tunnel
entrance and back again, but spending longer and longer each trip circling and
teasing her clit, her hips lifting and rocking, her body wiggling and writhing
on the rocks as my fingers drove her body closer and closer to climax. "Oh
gawd, Adam. You're going to make me come!" She moaned loudly. "You're
going to make me come."

While I was stroking her pussy she was busy stroking my

cock, her hand moving slowly up and down my shaft, sliding all the way up to my
head and over it, pushing my under used cock closer to shooting as well.
"Shit. I'm going to come." I groaned, trying to hold back while I
concentrated on her clit.

"Do it!" She moaned loudly. "Let me make you

come too! Oh shit I'm so close. So close."

"Oh Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my orgasm hit, my

hips bucking up off the rocks and shooting a stream of cum into the air,
gravity taking hold and drawing it back down to land on my cock and her hand
before another shot could lance up into the air.

"Oh god. You're coming!" She cried softly as she

felt my cock surging in her hand, her own climax deciding at that moment to
unleash its chemical cocktail of hormones into her blood stream, making her
whole body shake and tremble. "Fuck!" She groaned as she held my
cock, her own body climaxing and leaking her juices between her legs onto the
hot rocks.

I lay there, still stroking her clit, not really able to pay

all that much attention to what I was doing as my own climax surged through me,
pumping shot after shot of cum out to collect on my chest, cock and her hand.
She reached down to my hand and pressed hers over mine, stopping my motions but
holding my fingers to her hot wet pussy.

We lay there panting for long minutes before she let go of

my cock and hand, pushing herself up onto one elbow to look at me. She leaned
herself toward me, her tits pressing against my side and chest as she brought
her face toward mine, her lips gently kissing my lips, her tongue teasing my
lips softly. I kissed her back, letting her choose the pace and duration. She
finally chose to break the long soft sensual kiss, holding her lips barely
brushing against mine as she whispered a single short statement. "Thank
you." Her eyes looking deeply into mine

Thought she was done, but to my surprise she tilted her body

over farther, her lips kissing my chest and then one of my nipples. She gently,
slowly kissed her way down my body, finding the remains of my cum on my chest
and gently licking it off of my skin before kissing lower. I couldn't help but
get hard again at her attentions, my cock, growing in her hand as she kissed
and licked closer and closer to it. The woman had a huge appetite for sensual
pleasures.

"You sure you want to do that?" I asked as she

opened her mouth and closed it around my head, engulfing me with her hot lips.
In response she swirled her tongue around my head, teasing me and gently moving
her mouth up and down my shaft, teasing my again hard cock even harder as she
stroked my shaft with her hand and lips. "Oh god." I groaned as she
worked my cock slowly, teasingly. Her hot mouth teased my head and her tongue
worked under and around my head, trying to find where I was most sensitive, and
locating that spot with her tongue when I suddenly jerked in response to her
touch. "Oh damn." Groaned, noticing a sound in the background, but
not quite making the connection to anything more than another groan coming from
my lips.

"Oh god Kim." I groaned softly, my hips trying to

lift toward her mouth as she worked my shaft. "So damn good."

"Oh!" She cried suddenly, pulling her mouth from

my cock.

I didn't need to ask. I knew exactly what surprised her

before I could ask. The cold drops started large and slow, the mixture of sun
and ice cold rain drops a huge surprise.

"Shit!" I grunted, sitting up and looking around. I

could see it now. I'd heard the thunder and not connected the danger. Being on
a mountain top weather wasn't what one expected. The sun was still shining from
the west, but the clouds rolling up the mountain side from the north were just
starting to top the mountain, the updraft carrying the first drops of rain up
into the air to fall on us miles from the edge of the clouds. "We have to
go!" I said abruptly, standing up and grabbing the backpack. I stuffed our
clothes into the pack and grabbed her hand. "Now!" I said sternly.

"I'm not afraid of a little rain. Slow down!" She

said, pulling back at me.

"Kim, you're not going to be in a gentle rain. And it's

not going to be particularly warm." I said as I tried to pull her along.
"You're at the top of a mountain. In a few minutes were going to be inside
the clouds that are making this rain and what falls is going to feel like
liquid ice. Think thawed blizzard." I said, pulling her without stopping.

"Oh shit." Kim answered as the first wisps of

cloud blew across the landscape in front of us. We were still a ways from the
trees when the heavier fog rolled in over us, almost immediately chilling us
with its clinging moisture.

"Come on." I said, wrapping an arm around her

shoulders and guiding her to where I knew the trees had to be, even though we
couldn't see them for the thick fog. I preferred the fog, knowing what was
coming next. I'd been caught in one of these on the lake once, only a short
fifteen minutes from the cabin, but it was a miserable fifteen minutes that
took hours to feel like I had warmed up from. This time we were a lot farther
away and a whole lot less dressed.

"You know where the trail is?" Kim asked with

concern.

"Yeah," I lied, "Just watch your step and

we'll be fine." At least I thought I knew where the trail was, I just
wasn't positive we hadn't wandered off target towards the cliff or the other
direction toward the long slope that would take us eventually down to the lodge
a couple thousand feet lower. We'd never even see it in this fog and if we
could we'd have hypothermia long before we got there. "Stupid. I should
have watched closer." I muttered as we walked, a few small trees appearing
in front of us.

"You couldn't know it was coming." Kim said as

larger trees started to appear though the fog.

"My job to watch. You couldn’t know, but

I’ve made this mistake before. It’s something you vow to never let
happen again. That is, if you survive the first time." I answered, as I
turned us a bit farther to my right, hoping to find the trail ahead of me.
"I let myself get distracted. I hadn't planned on staying up there that
long."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm not blaming you."

"But I am." I said, angry at myself.

She frowned at me and almost snapped at me. "Knock it

off. I'm a big girl. I can make my own choices. You don't have to protect me. I
didn't ask for you to protect me. I asked for you to share something with me.
Something I wanted and something I enjoyed. So we get a little cold on the way
home. Deal with it!"

Kim’s Hypothermic Therapy

"Keep that thought." I muttered as I finally found

the gap in the trees that heralded the trail. Forty minutes later we walked out
of the woods into clearing of the cabin, both of us shivering uncontrollably in
the torrential downpour of icy drops. Kim had been stumbling for the last half
mile, her legs losing their coordination, the first sign of serious
hypothermia. I carried her the last 200 feet to the cabin. We stumbled into the
cabin and I dropped her into one of the chairs and grabbed a towel from my bag
and moved to her, rubbing her body all over and then grabbing the heavy wool
quilt and wrapping it around her.

Still shivering myself, I used the sticks in the firewood

box next to the fireplace to build a small fire, my hands almost shaking too
hard to get the match struck. The small flame grew in the sticks and I
carefully fed larger sticks and then small pine logs onto the fire, allowing it
to quickly grow so that I didn't have to huddle over it to feel its heat. With
the flames growing larger I stripped off the wet clothing that was robbing my
body’s heat. I stepped to the chair and scooped Kim from it, drawing her
with me to the bearskin rug in front of the fire. I peeled the blanket from around
her shivering body and pulled her to me, pressing her bare skin against mine. I
sat on the thick fur rug, then reached a hand up to Kim, to come lay on my
chest. Then I wrapped the wool quilt over the two of us and lay down across the
front of the fire, letting the heat slowly warm the quilt and the two of us
inside it. I closed my eyes, my arms wrapped around her, holding her chest
against mine, our legs tangled together in the blanket as we shivered together.
The shakes soon turned into drowsiness.

Her kisses woke me. Soft, gentle, caring. Soft sweet tender

kisses on my cheeks, my nose and my lips, each one slow and unhurried. As I
became more awake I could feel that we had warmed, no longer feeling the cold
of the rain but the heat of the fire still seeping through the blanket.
She’d slid over to my side, with one of her naked legs slung over mine. I
could also feel her hand between us, wrapped around my cock, gently, slowly,
tenderly stroking me as she kissed me.

"Kim." I started to say, as I rolled a bit to face

her.

"Shush," she whispered before planting another

soft kiss on my lips to quiet me.

I felt her push with one leg, gently returning me onto my

back, leaving her partly on top of me. She continued her kisses, softly and
seductively kissing my lips as she teased my cock harder by the moment, finally
using her knees to lift her hips up from mine, her soft tits still pressed
against my chest. I felt her slide herself up my body as she pushed my dick
down between her legs, guiding my engorged head to her wet lips. I felt
emotionally safe with her. She’d become a completely different person in
less than 24 hours.

"Kim." I whispered as she straddled over me, then

pushed herself back, letting go of my shaft and sliding her arm up my body to
rest on the furry rug next to my body.

"Shush," she half whispered, half moaned as she

pushed herself back down my body, lowering her mouth to mine and pressing her
lips to mind as my cock was slowly enveloped by her hot cunt. "Yum"
she moaned as she lifted her chest from mine, and worked her knees up next to
my hips.

"Oh damn." I moaned as she lifted her lips from

mine, her hips slowly rocking up and down, sliding her pussy on and off my
rigid dick, working me deeper and deeper into her tunnel.

"That's it. Just enjoy. Let me do this, please,"

she whispered. She was making love to me. Not just desiring sex. She wanted to
please me.

I was beyond wanting to stop her. Between her attentions on

the mountain top and her attentions now, my body was more than ready to let her
have her way. I let my hands slide up her hips and sides, reaching for her
breasts. She grinned down at me and one by one, reached for my hands and pulled
them away from her breasts, moving them to next to my own head and holding them
there, clasped with her own as she slowly rocked on me, her rock hard nipples
grazing back and forth across my chest with each stroke.

"Does it feel good Adam?"

"Very!" I groaned back as she continued to stroke

on and off of me, the heat from the fire and the heat from our bodies making us
both sweat in our loose cocoon. I could feel her soft tunnel stroking my shaft,
teasing my engorged head with her tight confines. On and off she slid, her big
tits dripping sweat onto my chest and sliding around, her nipples rubbing against
mine.

"Oh god," she moaned as she rocked on and off of

me. "Oh god," she moaned again, her hips rocking and trying to grind
her clit against the base of my cock with each new stroke. "Oh god, Adam.
Oh god I'm going to come!" She gasped over and over as she continued
rocking on me, her legs trembling and making it harder for her to continue
rocking. "Oh god, Adam," she cried softly, practically whimpering,
but refusing to let my hands go to participate in any way. "Come for me
Adam. Come for me!" She practically begged.

"Oh yeah. Almost." I moaned back at her as the

tingles radiated out from my cock through all the reaches of my body. Her
spasming pussy, already so tight, seemed to try and grab and milk me like her
hand had done, trying to draw me into her as she stroked on and off of my fat
shaft. "Gonna come." I grunted, knowing that I couldn't hold back any
longer, even if I wanted to.

"Oh shit!" She cried as my body bucked, jamming my

cock deep into her and pumping a huge gush of cum up into her pussy. "Oh,
Fuck Yes" She cried loudly, dropping onto my jerking body, her hands
pushing mine farther over my head. Her big soft tits smashed flat against my
chest, her mouth lowering to mine, her lips trying to kiss mine between gasps
and moans. My body continued to buck several more times under her, adding more
cum to the load already poured into her from within me.

Finally I stilled under her, only an occasional jerk still

showing my fading climax, my cock twitching within her as it started to soften.
She lay on me, her breathing easing, but her lips still erotically working
against mine.

"God that was incredible." I whispered between

kisses.

"You liked it?"

"Very much." I whispered. “You made love

with amazing insights into my soul.”

"I'm glad," she said as she let go of my hands and

slowly pushed herself up off of me. She tossed the blanket off of us and sat up
on my hips, trapping my cock inside her as I softened. I reached for her hips
and gently stroked my fingers up and down them before she reached for my hands
and pulled them to her breasts, pressing my palms against her still hard
nipples. "You know. I don't know what it is about your hands, but i want
them on my body all the time for some reason."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Ever since you made me come, up there. I just

want to be naked and have your hands all over me."

"Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not. But

why?" I asked.

"If I knew, I'd tell you. Why did you do what you did

up there?"

"I don't know exactly. I just wanted to." I

admitted

"Me too," she answered with a smile, still sitting

on me, her hands on mine, encouraging me to squeeze her breasts. "Thank
you. For letting me do that."

"Trust me, it was my pleasure." I answered with a

smile. "I think we need something to eat though."

"You don't want me sitting on you anymore?"

"I'm not minding one bit." I chuckled. "But I

do have a question."

"Yeah? What's that?" she asked, leaning down against

my hands sliding off her chest as she lowered her tits to my chest, her face
inches from mine.

"Why aren't you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Soft, sweet, sexy, intimate, wonderful, caring,

alluring, sensual, did I say incredible yet?"

"No, you didn't."

"Well. Incredible. Since I hadn't said it yet. I've

never known you to be like this. What happened? What changed?"

"You did the one thing that was required of any man who

wanted me to be this way. You earned my respect and you treated me with
respect. No one else deserved this side of me."

"How did I earn your respect?" I asked a little

confused.

"Well, throwing me in the lake the first day was a

start. You showed me that you set limits and that you weren't going to let me
push you around. Second, you showed me skills. You showed me you believed in
me. In my abilities that I hadn’t yet discovered. Not just how to get
around town or do your job, but skills in many things. Not only could you do
things, you weren't afraid to teach me how to do them as well.

And the third thing, maybe the most important, you showed me

compassion and respect when I clearly didn't deserve it. Those are the
hallmarks of a man worth working to keep. Those are the things I've been
looking for in a man for the last fifteen years."

"I think you over estimate me." I answered.

"And did I mention that you are an overly modest

man?" She asked with a giggle. "Now, we only have one problem."

"Yeah?"

"Well, two actually."

"Okay, what two problems?"

"First, I know you like Amy. The question is can you

treat her as well as you treat me, because we do come as a package deal. She's
like a sister to me and we share absolutely everything."

"Everything?"

"EVERYTHING!" She answered emphatically, wrinkling

her nose before she smiled.

"What's the second problem?"

"How do we call her and tell her to come out here and

join us? There's a lot of the two weeks left to find out if we can make this
work."

Cryptic Messages

In some ways it wasn't quite fair. I mean I've never been

one to be deceitful, but in this case it seemed like the right thing to do. Kim
was waiting back at the Rocky Mountain cabin and my job was to get Amy there
without any argument. I stood by the plane as the car door opened.

"Adam! What's' going on? Your phone call was more than

a little bit cryptic," Amy asked as she practically ran across the tarmac
at the Chicago DuPage County Airport, pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her.

"Oh. Kim is having an absolute fit. She's demanding

that you come at once and refusing to come home until you come get her," I
said with a scowl. "You so owe me for screwing up my vacation!" I
said pretending to be angry as I took the case from her and stuffed it into the
hold under the cabin of my twin engine turbo prop. Truth be told I'd had a bit
of a crush on Amy since I started flying her and Kim around the country. I'd of
course told her about it, sorta, but been shut down cold every time I'd tried
to entice her into anything personal.

As Kim had told me, Amy was the perfect professional

personal assistant. She was a whiz at keeping her schedule in order, able to
handle a myriad of details without bothering Kim and in some cases, was as
adept at running the lingerie business every bit as good as Kim. The only real
difference was that Amy wasn't a super model. In her own right she was good
looking. Five and a half feet, not skinny but not fat, modestly large chest,
creamy white skin and short cut auburn hair. To me she looked damn sexy, no
matter what she was wearing. Today, in a tight fitting, short skirted dress,
she looked even more so.

I followed her up the stairs to the plane, closing the

stairway door just in time to watch her bend over and thread her way into the
right hand co-pilots seat of the plane, her skirt pulling up far enough to show
me that she had on pink lacy panties under the powder blue dress.

"I'm so sorry. I know I pushed you to take her. I'll

make it up to you somehow," she said as I stepped over the center console
and settled into the left seat. I handed her a pair of bulky headphones with a
microphone attached and then picked up my own somewhat slimmer designed headset
and mic. I remained silent as I flipped through the startup procedure, spinning
both turbines up before keying the microphone.

"Dupage tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven ready for

departure."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf. You are cleared to taxiway W

William to Runway 2 Left. Hold at the ramp."

"Roger. Taxiway W William to 2 Left and hold," I

answered as I throttled up, the only aircraft at the moment on the tarmac with
an engine running. In moments we were bouncing along the narrow strip of
pavement that would take us all the way south to the very end of the
seventy-five hundred foot runway. It was well more than we'd need with the light
load I had on board, but I wasn't going to complain. I stopped just before
reaching the end of the runway and checked both engines and props, making sure
everything was working properly before radioing the tower back. "Dupage
tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf holding at two Left."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf, you are cleared onto the

runway. Depart turning left and contact Chicago flight following at five
thousand."

"Roger that tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf rolling," I

answered. Taking off from a smaller airport like this one was always more
relaxing than trying to fight the big boys at someplace like O'Hare or Midway.
I let off the brakes and rolled onto the end of the runway, turning the plane
to line up down the center line before pushing the throttles full on.

"So how long?" Amy asked over the headset as the

plane launched itself up from the pavement and I snapped the landing gear
handle into the stow position.

"About four hours, sooner if the wind doesn’t

fight us, and we can avoid any August storms." I answered, letting my
voice soften, no longer having to maintain the fiction that I used to get her
here and on the plane. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope
that Kim had for her, an envelope I wasn't supposed to give to her until we
were in the air.

"What's this?"

"A note from Kim," I answered.

"What's it say?"

"I dunno. She told me not to read it," I answered

with a shrug. "Chicago center, X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven climbing to
fifteen thousand."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Climbing to

fifteen thousand."

"And you didn't? Read it I mean?" she asked as she

unfolded the paper.

"Nope. I guessed it wasn't my business. I'm just

following orders to get you on the plane and get you there anyway I can."

Amy frowned and looked down at the note, reading it slowly.

She flipped the paper over and back again, as if looking for more information.

"And you have no idea what this is about?"

"All I know is that I have specific orders from her

highness to fetch you. She said everything else you needed to know was in the
note."

"But it doesn't tell me all that much."

"Well, she was adamant. She wasn't coming home until

you got there. I couldn't very well leave her there forever, could I?"

"Well, no. But what triggered this? I mean did you do

anything to her?"

"Besides throw her ass in the lake the first day? Not

really," I answered.

"You really threw her in the lake?"

"Yep. Picked her up, hauled her ass over my shoulder to

the end of the pier and threw her right into the water. She was none too happy
about it either."

"I don't imagine she was," Amy answered quietly.

To be continued.

By m storyman x, for Literotica.

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