Life is a Runway

"You're very welcome, darling... and, yes, I will try to watch my future portions."

"Don't be ridiculous, baby! We can store leftovers and I'm sure that barbecue smell is the envy of the entire trailer park."

"All right, then. Say, since you were talking about Senna, could you clarify this whole event for me? I get, from this morning's briefing, that you have tasks and that this championship is a race?"

"Indeed. The very first gliding tournaments were soaring competitions, but some pilots stayed airborne for days and killed themselves after falling asleep at the controls. Now we have tasks... sometimes a trajectory, sometimes an area with a time duration, but in both cases it is a speed contest with a score that is tallied after each day. Obviously, we must stay airborne, but now we also have to choose when to leave the thermals and cruise. That's why glide-to-sink ratios are now more important than thermalling ability and also why we use water ballasts for optimum wing loading, if the thermals are strong."

"And I've read online Senna can do 53:1... that's a world apart from our old 2-33s that were advertised at 23:1."

"Well, it's to be expected, I guess... the people at Junkers spent 14 years of R&D on their design. And yes, I have obviously seen the ads, too... 53:1 is the best ratio in the 18m class. That's what made me choose a JS-1C in the first place."

"Is that why the other ladies don't like you, Fay? The young rich pilot who buys the best machine? Or do they know about you?"

Fay sighed but, this time, she was not irate. "You are empathic to pick up our vibe, babe... and you are right on both counts. Someone once got a peek in a bathroom during a local tournament... as a result, my gender transition is not plastered on walls, but it is known. And yes, I am the only team member in the 18m class and it does have to do with my having the means to fly in it. But I can tolerate this. At least, no one does anything ignorant, like arguing I should compete with the men." She mumbled something afterwards, in Dutch.

"Sorry Fay, I lost that last part."

"I was cursing at our Defense Department... when I was 17, I was already in therapy and ready to begin my transition as soon as legally possible. My coming out was done, both at home and at school. Imagine my disgust when I received my letter to serve for our National Defense!"

"You served in the Dutch Army while transitioning?"

"No... mandatory military service is now phased out in the Netherlands. But it is not abolished. Since I was a man to the Government, I was being advised at the possibility at being called in case of national need. Needless to say, I had my birth certificate amended since that time." Fay was not enjoying this time capsule and was looking rather depressed. "Please, Sam, make me smile now... I really need it." Samuel was mollified.

"Say no more! I have just the thing! Even though it is a little early... desperate times call for desperate measures!" Without further explanation, Sam ran inside the trailer and returned with two skewers and a bag of marshmallows. "Ta Daaa!!!"

"What is this?"

"I knew that a sophisticated dilettante would have never roasted marshmallows before... don't worry, I guarantee you there is absolutely nothing healthy about this treat and you will both smile like a little girl and be in a sugar high in less than 15 minutes!"

Fay was flabbergasted but played along, learning all about the intricacies of roasting marshmallows. She loved them all... even the first one that burned her mouth and the one that she burnt to a toast on the outside. They kept the conversation topics light, mostly about piloting and things to come, and had an absolutely perfect time roasting almost half the bag, to Samuel's dismay.

"Oufff! My sweet Sam, THAT was incredible! But now I need to digest this and it is still only dusk. Tell me... what do YOU do for your pastime?"

"Well, I do my PT in the morning, I'm decent at pool, I am crappy at music and dancing, I am not a collector... I use to be an avid wargamer though."

"I am not surprised! What do you play?"

"I use to play several boardgames featuring accurate recreations of almost all the modern wars. But the scenarios were long to play and the campaigns took forever; the computer age practically wiped out that industry. I still play the good games that are published for educational goals, though. I even brought Memoir44 with me."

"Is it hard to learn?"

"Not at all... but you're not seriously considering playing?"

"A man I respect a lot asked that I open myself to sharing. So let's share!"

"Fay... you amaze me all the time... what do y..."

"Enough of that, please... go set us up Sam, I really want to play with you."

So Sam set themselves up to play a scenario he felt very appropriate for their first game: Arnhem Bridge. Fay understood the rules in mere minutes and, to his astonishment, hugely enjoyed playing the game. But she was not done in amazing him. After Samuel eliminated her first unit, while he was marking his first victory point, Fay nonchalantly removed her sweater. That was obviously not in the rules.

"Huh... Fay... what are you doing?"

"We are not schoolchildren, baby... so why not spice up the ante a little?"

"It's a five points game, sweetheart... how do we proceed?"

"That's for me to know and you to find out, honey!" She had such a mischievous smile and such a relaxed attitude, Samuel had to quell an urge to just grab her in a bear hug right then and there. He played with increasing distraction, with his imagination running wild about her state of undress by the time he would win the scenario. Of course, Arnhem Bridge being almost unwinnable for Fay who chose the Allied side, it was only a matter of time.

When the game was over, Samuel was without sweater and t-shirt... Fay was in her panties. "Sam, This was great fun and we will play again often. Thank you for making me discover this. But now, honey bunny, I am quite cold... what I need is your warmth all over me." That last request was spoken in a slow, sultry voice he had never heard before from her.

Samuel was a man possessed. He opened his arms and invited her inside them. "Come here, baby. These are all for you."

She nimbly avoided the table and snuggled herself to him, cooing in satisfaction. Then followed the kiss. The kiss that Samuel has been dreaming about for the last three days. A kiss of moist and gorged lips tightly pressed together. A kiss of passion with tongues playfully mingling. A kiss of love with mutual moans of happiness echoing inside it.

Fay just let her hands wander in his hair. Samuel was busy caressing with force and friction her shoulders, her back and her buttocks... wherever he could reach and channel both warmth and comfort.

The effect of this heavy cuddling was immediate on both of them, as Fay was now warm... and hot, insanely aroused by the contact between her panties and the bulge in his jogging pants. Neither were letting go of their kiss, though. "Sammmm... Sammmm... Smmmm!"

The third time did it. He was panting as if he had been running his morning 5 km. "Yes, Fay... everything OK?"

"You tell me, Sam... we have never really discussed, sober, if you wanted to be my lover... what say you?"

"That I have died and gone to heaven. Fay, I desire you so much that, ever since I first took a look at you, I have considered intimacy with you a gift beyond my reach. I want you so much it hurts. You make me moist and you make me wet, Fay..."

She hushed him with a finger on his ever so soft lips. "I'm also wet for you, lover, but really... you don't care about..."

He stopped caressing her, never leaving her gaze. Then he kneeled in front of her and lowered her panties in one fluid motion. "There, Fay... that's how much I care about your sex!" And he was, for the first time in his life, fondling balls and gently caressing a shaft. Fay had a panicked reply.

"Hooo, baby, thank you! But please stop... I am a woman, Sam, I want to be your woman... and I am shy about this."

That admission stopped Samuel dead in his tracks. He rose and placed his hands on her cheeks; his eyes were disbelieving. "Why on Earth would you be nervous or shy, sweetheart? You literally have a face that would launch a thousand ships. I feel blessed to have the luck of touching you, of speaking to you; I would never wish anything else than the privilege of worshiping you, body and soul! What can I do to allay your worries?"

Somehow, a part of his message got lost in translation. Fay stiffened. "And what, Sam? Just because I am pretty, do I have to be a porn star or work in a Red-light District? You had two girlfriends who dumped you, boo-hoo! How many relationships do you think a woman like me can have, Sam? Between the kinky lovers, the curious and the gold-diggers, as you called them?!?" Samuel was unsettled and quickly ceding to panic.

"Baby, baby, please stop this! I'm sorrryyy! I have no clue about what your sentimental life has been like and that's not where I was going at all! You talk about relationships... that's what I want to be for you... for the WHOLE you... and now I hurt you instead... and I feel miserable about it. I'm sorry Fay... look... maybe it's best I just let you try to rest. You fly tomorrow. You deserve better than complications during your World event."

However, when Samuel tried to take his hands off her cheeks, Fay held them in place and he saw her face soften; almost melt, in fact. "It's OK... you did warn me about this in your wonderful note, didn't you? Look... if you promise to stop feeling bad, I promise to stop behaving like a prickly bitch, OK?"

"But you don..." she cut him short.

"Shhht! We are lasting precious seconds for ourselves... please Sam, just let me set the pace..." she kissed him with lips that channeled nervous love, not lust "... and please join me in bed."

Samuel was definitely under her command; he closed his eyes and snuggled beside her under the sheets, thinking he would go to sleep after a third false start. He was thus quite surprised to feel, close to his lips, a warm, velvety soft fleshy presence; he opened his eyes to the close-up sight of her breasts and nipples.

"Do you like my tits, Sam? I know they're not very big, but they're all mine, you know... and now they're all yours... please take care of them, sweetie."

Samuel could only reply "Ohhhh, Faaay!" He chuckled inwardly for an instant, thinking of himself as a male version of a Bond girl, then gave all his loving devotion to her magnificently lean breasts. He caressed them, pressed them together, kissed them, coated them with big, sloppy, tongue licks; her nipples were not neglected either: they were always being nibbled, kissed, bitten or sucked on hard enough for Fay to fear that Samuel was expecting a milky treat.

In any case, Fay was absolutely out of her mind from this tender loving care. "Ooowaaah! Baby, I guessss you reaaally love themmm! God, you're good to meee! Oh, I like that... yes yes just like that! OHMYYYGGOOOOOOD!" And she was dead set and determined to just see if he could carry on all night... and he seemed inclined to try! But a wave of bliss in her loins decidedly set that plan aside.

"Mmmwwwaaargh!!!" Fay propped herself up and she stayed there, straddling Samuel. Her maneuver had hogged the blankets on her back so she just sat there, on him, staring at his panting and naked glory. Samuel did not dare twitch a single muscle. And she had made up her mind; lust had won her over.

"Sammm... what you said before... about my... sex... did you mean it?"

Samuel lit up. His tender smile was radiating joy... pure joy. He remained silent but signaled her, with a finger, to forward herself towards his mouth. As she scampered on top of him, they both laughed when he lost his breath under her slithering tushy... she was lightweight but not weightless, after all. But then came the prize: her glans was within his reach and he kissed it, all the while keeping their gaze locked together in a lustful bond.

"Oh yes, baby! You are so good! That's it, kiss my clit, baby! Just like that! Oh, you can lick it, lick... eat it too, yes baby, hoouuu!" Samuel was propelled on another plane of existence. Fay was doing something to him. Something wonderful. By luck or design, she was making him feel like the greatest lover in the universe. He just could not believe how happy and good he made her feel. And, somehow, this state of mind pulverized his fear and inhibitions.

Samuel got bolder and just wrapped his lips on her glans; he was starting a gentle to-and-fro motion, spreading her precum all over her glans and his mouth. He kept his discipline and just waited for her permission, only barely going a little deeper at every pass. Also, drawing on his own oral fantasies for himself, he started tickling the opening of her glans with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh god Sam! You're too good, too good! What are you doing to meeEEE? Fuck it! Deeper! Deeper Sam! Take it aaaallll! mwaaaRGGGH YESSSS!" Sam eagerly obeyed the order he was awaiting and gobbled her shaft in his mouth as deep as her sitting position allowed. It was a good thing her penis was slightly bigger than his... he really felt that way... just more to love.

Fay was sitting on Samuel's face and would still not let his gaze go. Neither his hands returning to pamper her breasts nor his eyes visibly moistening would deter her from absorbing all the love he could radiate.

"Hoooo, baby! Wow, wow! You're gonna make m..." she halted then and there. Then, as if she was living an epiphany, she gasped and swiftly turned around to position herself to partake this intimacy with his own penis, which was hard to the point of quivering. Gone was the business efficiency of yesterday: her lips smothered his shaft and advanced with purposed sloth, as if they were mapping his moistening erection. This new position also allowed her to thrust deeper in his mouth and she did so with wild abandon. Needless to say, that was too much to take for Samuel's virgin throat and a gagging cough snapped her back to reality.

Her sucking mouth managed to moan an apology on his shaft... that's how it felt, loud and clear, to a mesmerized Samuel. He would not last another 30 seconds under all this bliss over bliss over bliss and he was relieved to hear her own moaning rise in pitch, followed by a throbbing sensation inside his mouth.

He knew she was about to climax and, when he realized that she was trying to lift herself free of his mouth, his hands reacted before his brain: they grabbed her derriere and pushed down hard... gag or no, Samuel was now face-fucking himself with an erupting cock. And it felt like a dam burst. Each tidal wave of semen also brought about a repressed yell from Fay, who just kept her lips closed on his cock. And she would just not stop. She was still cumming when he joined her in orgasm. They kept on lovingly sucking themselves dry, all the while Samuel kept on grasping and kneading her buttocks on top of him.

When they regained their senses somewhat, both rose to seek each other's mouth. There was an urgency and desperation in their kiss, to add to the erotic sampling of each other's semen.

When they laid down in bed afterwards, Samuel was moved by seeing tracks of tears under her elated blue gaze. Fay was still seemingly effervescent. "Sam... Sam... what have you done? What have you done to me? I will never be the same, Sam... hold me, please!"

Samuel did just that, softly caressing her back. He waited for her to drift asleep to release the caged impulse within his heart. "I love you, Fay... sweet dreams."

---

May 18th started with a hiss and an aroma for Fay. As she was slowly extracting herself from an exquisite slumber, the second thing she realized was an absence beside her. "Mmm... Sssammmm, where are you?"

"I'm right here, sweetheart." He answered in a calm, soothing voice... but Fay also heard that he was coaching himself on some procedure; that was the eye-opener. And when Fay did, she saw Samuel meticulously pouring milk in a small, foaming cup. An opened Internet page on lattes was shining bright on her laptop.

"Rise and shine, honey! Good morning!" Samuel placed the cup on the table, beside a bowl. She stumbled out of their cot and walked the two steps required to sit at the table, but not before kissing her man first.

"Good morning, baby... what have you been up to this morning?" She was looking at his offered latte with pure marvel. He had tried for a milky pattern on top of the foam.

"I hope this is drinkable, honey... and that my pitiful first attempt a free pouring doesn't make you laugh. You should also eat your cereals before they become too soggy... now, will you want some scrambled eggs?"

"Didn't I already crush you yesterday, Sam? Why do you try to make me any more plump? And the latte looks nice... but what is it?"

"The design? Well, a tried for a heart and, when I saw I was about to fail miserably, I tried for the 3 gliders of the FAI logo instead. And you know what they say about breakfast: it's the most important meal of the day!"

Before answering, Fay took an apprehensive sip of her latte. Her eyes popped open and this morning's clamor made yesterday's sound like a whimper. "OOOH! My dear Sam! That is succulent!"

But Samuel wasn't biting... yet. "Nice try... it can't be THAT good, Fay, but I'm happy you appreciate my morning offering. Did you sleep well?"

"Heavenly... and like a log. What time is it?"

"A little after seven... I hoped we would have time to eat a decent breakfast and get our PT routine back on track before this morning's briefing. Will you run with me?"

"That is a superb idea, honey... but you can stick to your girly-girly calisthenics, I will be hopping on my spinner: after all, I have to burn brats, chicken drumsticks and marshmallows!"

"Okey-dokey. Now eat... I'm starting your eggs and toasts."

And the morning went pretty much according to plan. Samuel ran around the Aeroklub perimeter, which proved to be a very nice distance for him; Fay did her own routine. Then came morning ablutions, the briefing, a brief stint at the market and they were all prepared for assembling Senna, with time to spare, before the 1h00 PM take-off.

For this practice round, despite the fact that almost all gliders returned to the field early, Samuel saw Senna giving a true go at it, chasing after two Czech gliders. When she vanished from sight, he wished her well, sat down in Betrouwbaar and read a book.

About an hour later, he heard a familiar voice in his headset, on the team frequency. "Sam, are you listening? This is Fay."

"Copy Fay, this is Sam. What's your 20?"

"What?"

"Your location, Fay?"

"I outlanded, Sam. But I made it to an airstrip, so I think the Committee will let you retrieve me. Track Senna's GPS and bring a transit cable please."

"Roger, wilco. I'll call back before take-off with an ETA."

"What gibberish are you spewing out?"

"Fay, we are working on your radio discipline tonight. Sam out."

Samuel was indeed granted permission to retrieve Senna with Betrouwbaar. Fay had flown a wee over 113 km of the task and was less than 45 minutes from Zbraslavice. But she had asked for the longer transit tow-cable so Samuel was not surprised, when they were airborne again, to see Senna settle herself in a low tow position: her flying day was done and she would just let herself be towed back. He had been bracing himself for a Fay in a murderous mood so, in fact, he was pleasantly surprised by the soft kiss he got while he was hooking her up.

By 4h30 PM, Samuel's workday was done and Senna was already disassembled for the night. They were both back at the trailer and it was only after supper that Samuel brought up her flying day. "So, Fay, how did it go up there, today?"