Cold And Dark

Knowing I would be pre-flighting this in about two hours, I gave some thought to just climbing aboard, but I'm more experienced than that. There are few things more disconcerting than suddenly finding a pitot cover is still in place just before a flight. So, I made sure that there was nothing sticking to it that shouldn't be there, and then climbed aboard. They are quite scary when they're in that state. A long dark tube, and the the imagination plays up. Was that a noise? Has someone sneaked on board? What if they rape me? (Oh Jayney, behave! Does your mind EVER climb out of your panties?) But now, since I've mentioned it, I tugged the heavy door closed behind me and knew, without a doubt, there was only me on board. I'd snared a willing groundstaff to roll the stairs away for me, and now I was truly alone. Flight deck to my left, main cabin to my right, and in this aircrafts configurations, forward galley straight ahead. Fuck it, why not?  I reached for my skirt clip and zipper, letting it fall to the floor. Shoes off, then tights and panties. I gave some thought to running naked through the aircraft, but decided that bottomless was horny enough. No air movement, of course, the air con packs weren't yet activated. Still, standing there naked from the waist down was horny. I leaned backwards against the bulkhead, spread my legs a little, and touched my pussy. Already moist, and tingling with expectation. Flight deck door open. Fuck it. Climbing into the left hand seat means, for a moment, and from certain angles, my nakedness would be clearly visible. But it was late at night, maybe no one would be watching at that precise time. Even if they were, who cares?  I straddled the centre console. Thinking how smooth the thrust levers were, I bet I could take all of them in me given half a chance. But no, I was a good girl. I sat on the lambs wool seat cover, and placed my feet on the rudder pedals. I actually let myself leak a little. I reached overhead for the main battery switches, and flicked them on. Surprisingly, nothing much happens. It's not until later that the aircraft starts to come alive. APU next. This little jet engine mounted in the tail provides enough electricity to run the systems on board, and provides air for main engine startup. But it has to be told where the aircraft is first. So, that entered, and APU started. The main screens lit. I was aching for a wank by now. My plan was to taxi to the stand, naked from the waist down, dressing just before clearing the flight deck door to be opened. My clothes were conveniently draped over the flight management systems. Even though I had quite a long taxi ahead of me, I would need the FMS to get there. A quick diddle of my clit, however, revealed that maybe I couldn't wait that long. The eroticism of being naked in a multi-million pound aircraft, gently leaking pussy juices into the seat was too much. I slid the chair back, scooted forwards, spread my legs and went for it. Rubbing my clit in circles, and alternating between that and finger-fucking myself with two fingers. The cum, when it came, was immense and satisfying. It was accompanied with a squirt than hit the control column, and splattered onto the floor.  Left engine start. And a moments panic when the right engine, which had been serviced, sent a jet of flame backwards. This isn't unusual after a major service as surplus oil burns off. The instruments showed a normal start and things settled down.  Clearance for taxi, and an uneventful wander across the taxiways and main runway until I reached the designated stand. A quick scurry to get my skirt and panties back on (I'll deal with the tights later) and there was a tapping on the flight deck door which revealed a ground engineer with a sign-off form. I took the clipboard, and he said "What's that?" pointing to the wetness on the floor. (Ohhh fuck!) He took a torch from his top pocket, fucking my night vision the process, thanks for that, and shone it on the puddle. Then, to my horror, he dipped his finger in it and smelled it. "Well, it's not hydraulic fluid anyway. Dunno what it is though."  Then he dabbed his tongue on it. "Nope. Definitely not hydraulic. Okay, you're good to go!" I signed the docket, and as he left, I wondered. Does this young man really not know what cunt tastes of? Or was it a case of not being able to place it out of context? Fuck, who knows?  The flight was relaxed an uneventful, by the way. I've found THE best way of relaxing before a flight, and especially before a simulator check, or a route check, is to gave a good wank first. It makes some people drowsy, but it just puts me in a very chilled place where I can work to my fullest capabilities.  I remember the very first time I had a wank before a route check. I hit everything right on the money. Heights, airpseeds, flightpaths, glideslope. Localiser, everything. It felt like it was all completely within my grasp, even when the line captain said "suppose you had low oil pressure in No.1 just as you were approaching the Alps." I told him I'd divert. "Really? Why?" came a rather surprised reply. "Well, Sir, the manual says oil pressure in the red, you shut down, even if thrust and EGT are good. I have eight hours on type, and I don't fancy the Alps on one engine." Challenging a senior line captain after only just having my first position, yet because I was so chilled out, it didn't seem a problem. "Quite right." Came his decision. I find I love masturbating in unusual places. Of course, while actually sitting in the pointy end in flight, it's a no-no. But in the crew rest room? In the lavatory? When the aircraft is parked on the ground and in total darkness? Fuck yeah!  Next time I get a "cold and dark" I'm going to completely strip naked, lay on my back in the aisle, and imagine that every male passenger on the flight is queuing up to take me. I will see how many orgasms I can get out. Other things I really want to do? Well, one is to see where this relationship with Allan might lead. Another is to keep doing stuff I've found I enjoy, and which doesn't compromise safety, wearing nothing under my uniform skirt is a favourite. Some of the older light aviation airfields, like the one I trained on in Shoreham, have WWII bunkers around them. I'd love to go back to Shoreham and rub one out in every old building that's still left.  Oh yes. There is one more thing. I'd like to make love to Claire again. It's been such a long time. I don't mean giving her an accidental cum, I mean properly go to bed with her and let's really make love, as roughly or as tenderly as she'd like.