Pilot and Co-Pilot (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Temperature: 75 degrees.
Winds: 10 mph, sustained, from the south.
Ceiling: 18,000 – scattered thin clouds.
It was a good day for flying.
Pre-flight checklist:
- Mood: elevated.
- Front door: closed and locked.
- Flaps (pants): down.
- Recliner: in the zero-gravity position, and locked.
- Cock: hard and ready.
- Thoughts: sexy.
Pre-flight checklist complete. Clear to taxi.
After 67 years alive, and two divorces, I still “feel the need”. 😉
So, I start to imagine the next wife that God has in store for me. He “knows my needs and the desires of my heart,” so I’m confident that she will be smart (smart is sexy!), beautiful, witty, curvy, and just as eager for sex as I am.
Her thick, dark, long, straight hair cascades over her shoulders like a mountain river, and then down her back to her waist. Her thick, dark eyebrows match her hair—because she refuses to have her hair any other color than the one that God gave her. Her big eyes glimmer, reflecting her inner arousal. She wears no makeup, confident in the beauty that God gave her.
She is a little on the “big” side, and yet very well-proportioned. Her shoulders are soft, smooth, feminine—and yet, they also show that she is not afraid of working in the yard. Her tits are big, firm, and full—not only in physical appearance, but also full of sexual energy. Her nipples are swollen and aching to be sucked by the expert that can bring her to orgasm by that alone. She stands near the recliner, enjoying both watching and being watched.
Engine at full speed. Ready for take-off. 😉
My hand slides off the recliner arm and I grab the “joystick”—slowly, gently, savoring the moment. (Today is a recreational flight to enjoy the journey, and not a “scramble” flight to get off quickly and fire my load.) My cock is so warm! The heat feels good to my hand. Even at my age, I admire its thickness and the fact that it still gets so hard. I imagine my next wife watching eagerly as I begin stroking my cock—slowly at first. In her mind, she can feel it sliding into her pussy. She is enjoying the show, which has only just begun.
Take-off roll is active. V-2. “The needle is alive.” Wheels up.
The roar of the engines (my balls) can be heard by only me, but it is a powerful sound. This flight is only just beginning, but I already let out my first moan: “Ohhhhh, fuck!”
My imaginary next wife’s eyes widen with excitement, and her gaze narrows. She doesn’t notice anything else in the room but my hand pumping my dick with steadily increasing speed. Wanting to give me a good “flight”, she is standing nearby in full view of her curvy, naked body. She is a good flight “attendant”, and right now she is very attentive. 😉
At cruising altitude. Autopilot set.
My eyes half close as I change my focus from surveying her hairy pussy and full thighs to the pulsing sensations in my own nether region. My dick is rock-hard now. My grip is tighter. Somehow, by a design that only an amazing God could truly understand, even though my dick is this hard, there is a loose layer of outer skin that slides back and forth with my hand. It is giving that “good friction” to the layer of skin beneath it, which is tingling all the way to my brain. I begin to realize that my breathing has increased.
My “flight attendant” also has noticed it. “Mmmmmm,” she moans, staring intently as my hand “pilots” my joystick with decades of experience and skill. She has been playing with her tits, juggling them up and down, for the pleasure of both of us. She smiles as she does it, with that special smile that she often gets just before she says, “Cum on my tits!” But, this time, we both know that the moment is still a while away.
To pass the time, she slides one hand down toward her aching pussy. She looks me straight in the eyes as she gently slides a finger in and lets out her own guttural moan, proving that she needed her finger in there just as much as she wanted to show off for me.
Afterburner on! Zoom-climb!!
My breathing increases rapidly, along with hers. My stroking becomes full-on jacking. We are headed to the stratosphere.
With a twinkle in her playful eyes, she takes her finger out of her pussy, steps closer to me, and puts her finger in my mouth. Like a fighter pilot struggling against the G-forces, my eyes bug out a little as I suck the pussy juice off of her finger while still breathing so heavily. She wisely recognizes the effects and pulls her finger back out. I can breathe normally again, but not for long. She grins again, bends forward, and dangles one of her big tits right over my face.
I know what she wants. But before she gets it, I tease her nipple a little bit with my tongue. She lets out a playful giggle. Then she bends forward just a little more. My mouth takes in all the nipple and areola that she can give, and I begin to suck.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she half-screams.
I stop sucking and open my mouth wide. She understands the signal. She stands up straight again, giving me room to focus on the task “at hand”.
By this time, I’m jacking away like crazy. She steps over directly in front of the recliner and enjoys the show. (She knows that I like for her to watch me jack off, and she knows that I know that she likes to watch.)
“Mmmmmm, I see your balls bouncing up and down,” she comments in her smooth, sexy voice.
“They’re full for you, baby,” I reply.
“I hope so,” she says. “I just love your cum—seeing it, feeling it on me, tasting it, feeling it inside me.”
“Mmmmmmm!” A moan is all that I can reply.
There is one last “maneuver” left in my pilot skill set. I put my other hand gently over the end of my dick. Even at my age, and the hundreds (thousands?) of times that I have played with my dick, I’m still amazed at the contrast between how hard my dick is and how smooth the skin on the top side of its head is. It feels as smooth as a baby’s cheek—only much warmer! 😉 I contrast the hard-pounding jacking with one hand, and slow gentle rubbing on the head with the other hand. I’m at “maximum capacity” right now.
Softly, coyly, she asks, “Would you like me to finish the job?”
Between pounding breaths, I manage to mumble, “OK.”
She grins, bends her beautiful, shapely body over the side of the recliner, reaches out her hands, and “takes the controls”. I release my power-grip from my cock, and turn my attention toward her feminine beauty. My right hand drops from the recliner arm, and then meanders up from her calf to her full thigh. Meanwhile, my left hand reaches up and begins playing with one of her tits, and then the other. I roll each nipple between my fingers, making sure that they are super-hard. I have her in my control.
And, it’s mutual. She skillfully jacks my dick with her left hand while gently cupping my balls with her right hand. She knows how much it turns me on to see her beautiful face so intently focused on looking at my dick. She is like a violinist playing a masterpiece. And then, she asks me “the question”…
“Do you want to cum in my hand?”
My whole body twitches in reply. My right hand has worked its way up her thigh, and now I squeeze her ass hard. (Never hard enough to hurt her, but definitely hard enough to signal that she is about to get what she has asked for.) My left hand tries to playfully bat her tits back and forth for a little bit, but she is winning, and so my left arm falls back onto the arm of the recliner. My right hand is now “pumping” her ass cheek, like a nurse taking a blood-pressure reading. It won’t be long now!
Then, she pushes the “jettison” button. 😉
While still pumping my cock with her left hand, she moves her right hand slightly, and presses on my perineum with a firm but gentle pressure. The move gives my aging prostate gland the little boost that it needed, and a load of hot cum launches into her hand and onto her forearm. She giggles with glee at another “mission accomplished”.
My body begins to relax, sinking into the recliner, as I come back down for a “landing”. She makes a show of putting her hand up to her mouth and licking up some of my cum. Then, she rubs the rest of it onto her tits. Then she licks the cum off of her tits—all while staring straight into my eyes.
Having caught my breath, I smile and say, “One good turn deserves another…”
She straddles the arm of the recliner, giving me better access to her soaked pussy. I put my finger in, and she begins to hump my hand. We get to groovin’ in such a way that it becomes unclear whether I’m fucking her pussy with my finger, or she is fucking my hand with her pussy. 😉
We continue like that for a little while, as she grips the top of the recliner to keep her balance. And then I curl my finger, hitting her G-spot.
“Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhhhhhhhhh!” She begins to convulse with orgasmic bliss, humping my hand even harder, and then she squirts a load of her hot pussy juice into my eagerly-waiting hand.
Not wasting a drop, I rub it into my beard, and then lick the rest from my hand. Her deep moan indicates both her pleasure at the sight and her relief from “the need”. She stands back up, turns her back toward the recliner, and then sits that big, beautiful ass down and leans back into my arms.
“We can shower later,” I tell her. She curls up for a snuggly nap in my arms, and we drift off to sleep together.
That’s a fun take on flying solo 😉
Thanks!
What a fun and erotic story! I enjoyed it very much. God bless you and yours! Stay horny !
MamaGG,
I was hoping for a bit more "detailed" reply…. 😉
I agree with Kingdom man. I wrote a similar story several months ago, but haven’t submitted it yet. Here’s an excerpt. I married Yvette, the girl I met in chapel ten years ago. My first rendezvous to her docking station was two nights ago.
Captain: Flight suit checklist, First Officer
First Officer: Captain’s flight suit. Interesting. I never encountered a sack of jewels in the simulator. I need to become more familiar with these. I’ve been warned about completing a thorough examination of the captain’s suit and the risks regarding pre-mature rocket launches. Inspection complete.
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This whole thing was sexy n made me 😆 🤣😂. I thought the “joystick” was a nice touch… oops, double meaning there!
LOL. 😉
Nice story! I'm not usually one to combine funny/figurative imagery with sex, but I can still appreciate the relationship this one describes! While intercourse would be difficult to give up even for one encounter, I do look forward to the idea of the occasional mutual masturbation session with my future wife.
On a bit of a tangent, this is one line that caught my attention: "Somehow, by a design that only an amazing God could truly understand, even though my dick is this hard, there is a loose layer of outer skin that slides back and forth with my hand. It is giving that 'good friction' to the layer of skin beneath it, which is tingling all the way to my brain."
This is actually God's normal and natural design for the penis, even when erect. In the natural, intact (uncircumcised) penis, this is one of the main functions of the foreskin. It helps create a smooth, gentle gliding sensation (like you describe) during thrusting for both the man and the woman. Unfortunately, this function is usually partly damaged or totally destroyed by circumcision, to different degrees for different men. It often leaves men with their penile skin tight and immobile when erect—sometimes uncomfortably or painfully so—which is NOT the natural design. This MH post on circumcision came to mind (https://marriageheat.com/2024/11/17/cut-or-uncut/), and I see you commented that you ARE circumcised, so it sounds like (thanks be to God) you weren't impacted as seriously as some men, and you retained some of the functionality of this loose skin. I'm grateful to have been spared the worst of the damage of circumcision as well, even though I was circumcised as a baby and never was given the chance to choose for myself. And I'd reverse that decision forced upon me in a heartbeat if I could.
It's a tragedy that this important part of men's anatomy is so callously disregarded and damaged under the guise of a supposedly harmless medical procedure (which deviates dramatically from what God prescribed in the Old Testament, but that's a different discussion). I pray that as a society, and as people of God especially, we would learn to respect the integrity and beauty of God's design for the body once again.
Sorry to take this off the topic, but it's a rare opportunity to highlight a truth that is almost universally overlooked.
PatientPassion,
I wrote the story to spark discussion, and so it is not "off topic".
Although I do understand your point, I was not talking about the foreskin area. I was talking about along the shaft. There seems to be an "outer layer" of skin that moves separately from the "core muscle" inside. At least, that's how it feels to me.
Some of the difference might also be caused by the fact that I did not get circumcised until I was 19 years old and in the Air Force. The military doctor questioned me as to whether my decision was "some religious thing". It was not. It was a matter of hygiene. I was prone to a lot of "smegma" beneath my foreskin, and I wanted to prevent that because it smelled bad.
During the recovery from surgery, there was quite a bit of pain. But, after that, there was no diminished sexual feeling because of the circumcision. In fact, quite the opposite — at least, at first. It took months to become accustomed to the new level of sensitivity. But now, nearly five decades later, it simply feels normal.
I feel bad for some of the difficulty and discomfort that you have experienced.
Thanks for the clarification, but I did understand what you meant (about it being along the shaft and not right around the tip), and I still think what I said applies.
Allow me to explain my thought a bit more. The skin all along the penis is connected, obviously. That means slackness or tightness in the skin in one place transfers up and down the shaft, not only near the tip. If it's tight all along the shaft, then they will clearly be no slack skin anywhere. But if there's slack skin anywhere, that slackness creates a gliding sensation all along the shaft. It's just the amount of slackness that dictates how far that gliding motion can go. Because of that, the foreskin has an effect on that skin slackness not only near the tip, but all along the shaft. Consequently, the more skin that is removed in circumcision, the less of that slack skin will be present all along the shaft.
So you see, the anatomy and effects of the foreskin are not limited only to the tip of the penis. This part of male anatomy is not very well understood by most people, which I think is partly why many are so willing to discard it without giving it much thought. I'll leave it at that for now to avoid getting too far off into the weeds!
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