The Beechcraft Baron or BE-55 is a, what is called a heavy light twin engine airplane. I say heavy because it's a bigger twin engine but not a large commercial twin engine. It seats six passengers but flies like a commercial twin, very stable, fast, pressurized cabin (when you wish to fly over 10,000 feet), auto-pilot (not Otto Pilot from the movie Airplane)...
Take Off: G-Spot In The Sky The evening flight from New York to Tel Aviv was full as usual. My lover Kim and I had feigned a business trip from our spouses and were on our way, 6500 miles away, from peering eyes. Well, the ten plus hour flight would have lots of peering eyes, but we were determined to begin our journey by joining and rejoining the Mile High...
I was flying as a corporate pilot for a company in West Texas. The job required me to make a daily round-trip from Midland-Odessa to a remote airstrip in a resort community on the Rio Grande. Bored, since I was flying alone most of the time hauling only cargo, I invited residents and workers in the resort community to ride with me. Over the next few weeks se...
The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. Just a touch of dew sparkled on the grassy in the park and there was a slight haze in the air. To the east the rocky crest of the Sandia Mountains was just getting touched by the first rays of sunrise. The sunrays streamed between the peaks like a Ja...
A note to readers: This is a long story that unfolds chapter by chapter through the eyes of two protagonists - Mark and Elsa, and as in many of my other stories involves a growing spate of horny characters. Every ten chapters or so I will provide a short summary at the start of that episode to bring new readers up to date (see start of Ch. 30). This story c...
"Alrighty folks, you are free to unbuckle and move throughout the cabin. We are on our way," said our pilot, Joel. Thank goodness. Takeoffs were not exactly my thing. As an engineer I am perfectly okay with climbing to the tippy top of a wind turbine, but when it comes to getting on a plane I start to get a little worried. I don't know what it is but takeof...
If you have never had a really close friend of the opposite sex, you probably can't understand. Mary was my friend, we grew up together, fighting and playing and getting muddy and into trouble. There was a wide spot down at the nearby creek, Mary and I would sneak down there and go swimming. We weren't supposed to, both of our Mom's had warned us, or rath...
A classical, high-intensity microburst dropped out of the thunderstorm cell above them and killed the bus. Worden and MaryLiz had met only yesterday, at the start of this five-day bus junket to visit remote little towns and scenery in the southwestern desert. For her it was relaxation after six weeks of hard work – she was British, this was the end of her...
Traveling for work is the best. You gotta love it when your boss, or whomever, pays your airfare, hotel and most importantly, your food and beverage. New Orleans was our venue that particular year. And seriously? They expected us to accomplish something? Suffice to say, I was drunk for about four days straight. It was such a party that I would wake up ever...
During times when my wife and I have had to be separated by business assignments we like to swap fantasy stories to keep each other titillated and ready for action when we do reconnect. This story is a fantasy I wrote for her several years ago and damned if she didn't make this happen almost exactly as I wrote it almost two years earlier. She remembered the...