Free Dreams Take Flight by Jim Dalton

to Heather’s sexual frustration. The small cockpit meant that clearing enough space for Lucas to reach the jump seat required an almost acrobatic maneuver.
    When Lucas reached behind Heather, his bare arm rubbed the back of her right thigh. As he continued trying to release the stubborn latch, his rustling put serious pressure on her leg, even lifting her miniskirt as he brushed against the cheeks of her ass. His skin against her legs, and then her ass, sent a chill up Heather’s spine and caused her senses to come suddenly to life.
    “Mike, remind me to report that fucking latch when we get back,” Lucas said as he finished. “Sorry about the language, Heather; I nearly sprain my wrist every time I mess with it.”
    “That’s OK—not like I’ve never heard it before.”
    With seat and Heather in place, Lucas shifts his focus back to business, trying to forget that his arm was just under the dress of a beautiful young lady. If the latch hadn’t been so difficult to wrangle, he may have even enjoyed the touch of her warm, soft leg. In a different setting, in fact, he would have felt guilty for feeling up a woman he hardly knew.
    Lucas turned and looked at Heather and at the legs he just fondled. Then he looks at Heather’s face and sees her watching him. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Lucas turned away and pulled the checklist from the sunshield.
    “Lucas, are you finished screwing around over there?” asked Mike. “Are you going to make this short trip an all-night endeavor? Fuck!”
    “What got your panties in a wad?” asked Lucas.
    “Can we just get this show on the road?”
    “Sure. Let’s do it.”
    “Lucas, Heather,” Mike said more calmly, “sorry about my little outburst.”
    “Not a problem, Mike. I’m with you. Let’s go,” said Lucas with enthusiasm.
    “Guys, do your own thing,” said Heather. “I certainly don’t want my presence to get in the way.”
    Lucas began to wonder what else the night had in store for him. It only took a few seconds to make that discovery. As he scanned the instrument panel, Lucas found that he could once again see up Heather’s skirt in the BMEP instrument’s reflection. My God! Lucas thought to himself. Here is a lady that I have no interest in, and yet I’ve already had my hand up her skirt and may as well be able to see her business. I am a living, breathing guy—how can I focus on my job when I have her hooch staring at me? We have to get this plane to Omaha and back, and I’m sitting here getting a woody. I’m supposed to be sitting here thinking about takeoff speeds and stuff like that. Instead I’m thinking about getting into some girl’s pants, if she has any on. This was never discussed in flight school.
    Despite Lucas’s distraction, the trio had an uneventful trip to Omaha and everyone arrived in a good mood. Their flight back to St. Louis also started off well.
    As they approached St. Louis, Heather began to frantically wonder what she would have to do to get Lucas to pay attention to her. He’d been nice to her, but he was nice to everybody. She racked her brain to figure out a way to get him to see her differently. The closer they got to St. Louis, the more her anxiety grew, until she had a hard time thinking rationally.
    M aybe I should stop beating around the bush and just throw myself at him. Reality set in. That won’t work. That will just drive him away. No, if we get together it will have to be his idea.
    As they began their final approach, it came to her. She thought to herself, I’ll invite everyone over to my place for a nightcap. Although no one else could tell, a celebration began to take place in Heather’s heart and mind. She became convinced that her idea would move forward her relationship with Lucas. He might see me differently if we can spend some quality time together—away from airplanes and on my turf.
    As the trio descended the airplane’s stairs, Heather took the lead. Just before reaching the ramp, she