Free Flying High by Rachel Kramer Bussel Page A

gripped the controls, and waited for a response. I watched the small choppy waves passing far below us. For several agonizing moments, there was nothing. I heard no sound at all. They were either looking each other over, or sitting quietly on their own, stunned.
    Finally, I heard the sound of a seat belt being unbuckled in the back as Justin crawled forward in the narrow aisle. I heard the same from the seat beside me. I looked toward them as Justin touched Eric’s shoulder lightly and looked intently into his blue-gray eyes. Eric stared back, only glancing at me briefly for approval before Justin covered his mouth with his own.
    I was startled by how different their kiss seemed. Everything seemed harder, rougher. They gripped one another’s shoulders and made low mannish sounds. It seemed more forbidden and more full of emotion. They pulled each other closer, moving their muscled bodies together. I felt my clit pulse gently as I watched them. I shifted in my seat.
    I looked down at the chart in my lap. I felt like we’d crossed some kind of meridian, finding ourselves in an unknown place. I thought of the maps from ancient sailing vessels, of uncharted territories marked with pictures of churning seas and tentacles and sleek scales, scratched with perfect penmanship by elaborate quills. But this wasn’t new land we were charting. It was open sky, completely unreachable by everyone else. We could do as we pleased here. Now that they had kissed, we had completed the circle. This place wouldn’t let us go, desire pulling us in closer like an abyss, a black hole. It was our own Bermuda Triangle and it had claimed the three of us.

    After a few minutes, they stopped. They still clung to one another, breathing hard.
    â€œTake off each other’s shirts,” I told them.
    I heard the whisper of their hands as they fumbled against the fabric. First Justin’s came off, and then Eric’s was removed. Eric was still seated in the pilot’s chair, Justin in the aisle between us. Their naked chests rose and fell as they panted. As I looked down, I could see that Justin was getting hard.
    â€œEric,” I said. They both turned to look at me. I took a piece of heavy black fabric from my pocket. “Put on this blindfold.” Without a word, he took it from my hand and brought it up to his eyes, tying it securely in the back.
    â€œNow, Eric,” I said. “Put your hands on the controls. I’m going to give you control of the airplane.”
    â€œBut…” He began to protest, but I cut him off.
    â€œYou don’t need to see. You only need to listen to my voice, and do everything I say. Do you understand?”
    â€œYes,” he whispered. He put his hands on the controls.
    â€œGood.” I flipped the switch, allowing him to control the plane again. “Now unzip your pants. Pull them down.” He did as I said, keeping one hand on the plane as he lowered his pants halfway down his thighs. He was hardening more each second.
    I turned to the aisle and kissed Justin hard on the mouth. “Justin,” I said. “I want to watch you blow him.”
    Justin smiled. I watched Eric’s dick twitch with excitement as I said this. Slowly, Justin crouched near the pilot’s seat. Beneath the blindfold, Eric allowed this stranger to position his mouth over his naked lap. I heard Eric’s sharp intake of breath as Justin brought his lips to Eric’s cock. He took it into his mouth, moving his lips slowly along the shaft. It was completely hard now.
    I slipped my hands inside the waistband of my pants, testing my pussy. It was soaking. I almost ached I wanted it so badly. I
watched the horizon tilt and felt a queasy but strangely pleasant feeling in my belly as the plane moved.
    â€œWatch your pitch,” I said. “Tilt down a little.” He did as I said. “A little more. There. Perfect.” He obeyed, now holding his hands perfectly