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Date Posted:01/07/2019 12:20 PMCopy HTML

Today was different. She should have been in the air already and made the 7:00 check in call. It was now 7:15 and the station was calling her, unmistakeable irritation in Phil's voice. Instead of Phil stating promptly at 7:15 "...let's check traffic with the Eye in the Sky, Monica?" as was his daily routine, he smoothly said, "We'll have Monica with us shortly to report traffic, sorry for the delay due to technical issues. Now on to more local news."

Monica had arrived early as she had been doing for several weeks now. She knew the pre-flight routine by heart and had breezed through it without problem. Yet she knew that the initial requirement of four to five cranking attempts to start the helicopter had expanded to eight or ten. This difficulty had started two months ago and it seemed that each week it was becoming a little more noticeable. Two weeks ago she had complained to Billy and noticed that he blushed even more than normal as he asked certain clarifying questions: "OK, well are you sure you pumped the primer?" "Of course, I always pump it at least five times." "Did you smell gas while you were trying to start it?" "No, I don't think so." "Has it ever given you trouble in the air?" "Never, I wouldn't fly it if it did, but I'm concerned this is a bigger problem that might get to that point." "OK, I'll call the service mechanics over at Allen Aviation to come have a look." "Thanks, but please make it soon. I can't interrupt my traffic reports." During this conversation, Monica couldn't help notice Billy glancing at her mule-clad feet, nails painted bright red,  and the growing bulge in his pants. Was he turned on by this conversation?

The mechanics arrived within a day of Billy's summons and thoroughly looked the chopper over. Other than a headgasket with a mild leak and borderline low compression in two cylinders, the engine checked out fine. Stating only that there was nothing major wrong but she would be ready for a rebuild in another hundred hours of flying time,  there was nothing they could suggest to correct the issue. Monica was annoyed, but resolved to accommodate her schedule to the situation by leaving her apartment fifteen minutes early every morning. She had been doing this now for two weeks and, even with her problems, was in the air and ready to report right on que.

Today was different. She climbed into the cold chopper, going through her checklist, hooking up the audio and checking with the tower and station and checking that they could hear her. Peculiarly, it would always give Monica a "tingle" as she began to pump the primer pedal and correspondingly bouncing in the seat. As she did so, she began to notice the faint rustlings of desire which could only be compared to those times when she and her now ex began their foreplay associated with sexual encounters. After five quick jabs at the pedal and up and down bouncing she reached for the starter button. Monica quickly found herself reaching the next level of arousal as she heard and felt the effects of the starter cranking the old engine.

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Now the force and rate of her pumping had become the result of a mix of frustration and anxiety blended with arousal. Her mind knew time was growing short to get into the air, look around and make her report, yet she could sense her panties becoming damp with the fluids associated with her arousal increasing by the moment. The vibration and cranking sound together with her bouncing and the tactile sensation of damp leather contacting the sole of her bare foot quickly produced hormonal surges that couldn't be resisted.

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Monica glanced in her rearview mirror and could see puffs of smoke emanating with each churn of the starter, yet not even a chug could be heard or felt yet. Boy, she's really hard to wake up today!

Now Monica decided to do something she hadn't tried before. Instead of placing her feet flat on the floor while cranking (only pumping between cranks) she coninued pumping, fast and forceably, during cranks. She was met with faint signs of life:

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By now it was clear Monica would be late for her report, but the sense of anxiety/frustration was overwhelmed by the crushing orgasm that was produced after the steady building of sexual tension over the several minutes of cranking, pumpin,g and bouncing. She had to pause her efforts to catch her breath as she sat still and limp in the soft leather seat, now warmed by the energy she had been applying to getting this thing going. It had been so long since Monica had achieved such a powerful release and she wanted more. As she sat in the stalled helicopter, she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. There was Billy standing perfectly still in the corner of the hangar, mouth agape, blushing a deep red blush the extent of which she had never seen before with his right hand covering and gently massaging his member. Perhaps is was her state of arousal coinciding with his obvious state, both apparently provoked by the same stimulus that caused Monica to consider Billy and her current situation in a new light.

Monica fingered the mic button "Phil, it's Monica. I can't get the helicopter to start. Sorry."

Slowly climbing out of the glass-enclosed cockpit, mules slapping her heels more loudly than usual due to the sultry manner in which she was now moving, she approached Billy....

The End


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Re:Helicopter Fantasies, Part 2

Date Posted:01/11/2019 7:40 PMCopy HTML

Great story as always!! It will be great to read the part 3 and all others!


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