Mile High Club in a Balloon
The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. Just a touch of dew sparkled on the grassy in the park and there was a slight haze in the air. To the east the rocky crest of the Sandia Mountains was just getting touched by the first rays of sunrise. The sunrays streamed between the peaks like a Japanese fan. The moment was picture perfect. Then the sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan broke the peaceful silence of the morning. Silky nylon fabric billowed in the rush of air as the envelope began to fill and the balloon came to life. This will be our first balloon ride and hopefully an experience we will cherish for life.
We had booked the flight the day before and Jack, the pilot, had told us that we would need to start early because the winds are calmer just after sunrise and the cooler air makes the balloon fly better. We hadn’t gotten much sleep at the hotel the night before. In anticipation of our great adventure, we had a long night of lovemaking. So, bleary-eyed and still a little fuzzy in the head, we had headed out in the dark morning to have our first hot air balloon ride. A friend of ours had recommended Jack when she heard we wanted to take a balloon ride during our stay in Albuquerque. We knew that Albuquerque, New Mexico was the ‘Ballooning Capital of the World’ and we just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to fly there. Our friend and her husband had flown with Jack before so they knew he was a really fun person and, more importantly, a safe and experienced pilot. They also told us that he takes ‘special requests’ for an extra bit of excitement. If we wanted to, we could join the ‘Mile High Club’ during the flight. Sue and I have experimented with swinging and she is somewhat of an exhibitionist, so having sex in front of a stranger didn’t bother us. We didn’t even have to think about it. Yeah … Let’s do it!
We immediately contacted Jack and made the arrangements for our flight. We met Jack and the chase crew at a park in the west side of town and he gave us a safety briefing telling us what to expect, what to do and what not to do or touch. Ballooning is a very safe form of flying but it does have its dangers and risks. Jack made sure we were informed of those and fully understood how to stay safe. He blended serious instructions with corny jokes and his style really put us at ease about the flight. The sly grin on his face told us that he was looking forward to our extra special adventure.
The crew was well experienced and everyone had jumped right in. Everything was unloaded from the trailer and laid out on the grass. The basket was quickly hooked to the envelope’s cables and the burners were attached to the frame above the basket. Jack asked me if I want to help and I enthusiastically volunteered. I was assigned the job of helping to hold the throat of the balloon open so the air from the big gas engine fan could fill the balloon. Another crew member was assigned to hold the other side of the throat open. Jack told Sue to just walk around and take pictures while he did, “all my important pilot stuff”. It seemed to take just a few minutes until the balloon was fully inflated but still lying horizontal on the ground. Jack then gave me some final instructions on how to hold the suspension cables and fabric out of the way and where to stand and then he lit the burners. At first, it was just a small pilot light, then after assuring the other crewman and I were clear …….. WHOOOOOOOSHH!! Jack pulled a lever and a huge tongue of flame shot into the envelope. The blast of heat hit me and I had to turn my face away. Jack hit the burners several more times and the hot air made the envelope start to lift off the ground. He told us to let go of the cables and I stood back. A crewmember turned the fan off and pulled it out of the way. It was marvelous watching this huge thing rise up. After a few more blasts of the burner, the balloon was standing straight up and the shiny fabric seemed to sparkle in the morning light. It was huge! The balloon towered over 70 feet tall and was 55 feet in diameter.
Jack hollered, “Weigh on!” The three crew members grabbed the basket and held it steady as it tried to lift off the ground in the gentle breeze. Then he looked at Sue and me, winked and said, “Ballooning is like group sex. We can’t get it up without a little help from our friends.” There was that grin again.
Jack told us to just help the crew hold down the basket while he did some ‘housekeeping’, as he put it. He plugged in the flight instruments, checked the radio, mounted the GPS receiver and tucked loose items away. Then he told us to hop in the basket. There was a foothole step in the side of the wicker basket and we grabbed the metal uprights to climb over the side. Jack said that there was no graceful way of getting in and we didn’t prove him wrong. He got us situated in the basket and briefed us on where to hold on and what not to touch. He also told us how to stand during take-offs and landings with our legs apart and knees flexed. Most importantly, he told us not to fall out. Well, Duh! But he explained that the landing could be kind of hard and the basket may tip over. So we had to make sure we stayed in the basket and not get tossed out. I put that little bit of advice firmly in my mind for future reference! Then we were ready to go. Although we were told to hold on to the rope handles with both hands, Sue had one arm wrapped around my waist in death grip. With a few more long blasts of the burner and shouted commands to the crew to ‘weigh off’, we slowly left the ground.
We didn’t know what to expect but I could not have imagined how smooth the take off was. It didn’t even feel like we were going up. It seemed that the ground was just dropping away below us. Jack continued to hit the burner and we rose up pretty rapidly. The burner is so powerful that it does not have to left on continuously. Jack just used short blasts between longer periods of quiet. In fact, most of the time it was eerily quiet. You could hear birds singing, people talking and dogs barking on the ground. It was amazing. We had been told that once we were in the air, the basket would be very stable and we could let go of the handholds if we wanted to. So, after a bit, I wrapped my arms around Sue and hugged her tight while she took more pictures. I looked up and the colors of the balloon’s envelope were awesome. The low sunrays shining through the side made the fabric glow like a stained glass window. This was better than I could ever have dreamed.
Then I remembered the other part of our flight. I looked at Jack and, grinning of course, he gave me a wink. Guessing what was on my mind he told us, “Well … we are about 2000 feet above the ground and still rising.” He gave the burner another long blast. “No one can see what we’re doing, so if you guys what to have some extra fun you can start anytime.”
Sue put the camera away, turned toward me and we kissed lightly. Then again, long and deep. Jack had moved into a corner and was concentrating on the balloon … or least that’s what he appeared to be doing. While we kissed, my hands found their way to Sue’s breasts. Anticipating our extra activity, we had dressed simply in clothes we can easily remove. She was wearing a t-shirt, khaki shorts, panties, bra and sneakers. I only had on shorts, t-shirt, briefs and sneakers. I could feel her nipples stiffen under the fabric as I rubbed them. Sue still seemed a little nervous and her nails were digging into my back.
We continued to kiss and fondle and Jack announced, “We are passing 3000 feet up.”
We broke our kiss and looked around. “Oh my God!” We exclaimed in unison.
What a view! We were high above the Rio Grande valley over the outskirts of Albuquerque. Now that we were above the haze, the mountains were so clear they seemed to be right next to us even though they were actually many miles away. I stole a look at Jack and he still had that sly grin on his face. He was really enjoying his job. As he hit the burners again, Sue and I kissed again. This time, she let go of her death grip on me and moved a hand around to my cock. Needless to say, I was already hard and my shorts were bulging. I had been rubbing it against her for a while now and I´m glad she finally got the hint. She stroked my cock through my shorts and then worked it until it was poking out the leg hole. She squeezed it tight and a moan escaped my lips. I’m sure it was loud enough for Jack to hear. He was still grinning. I ran my hands up both sides of Sue’s body under her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Both nipples where stiff and erect as I pinched them through her silky bra. I don´t know if it was because of the cool air or the excitement of the balloon ride, but I didn´t care at this point. I was just happy to feel those big hard nipples. I pinched them harder and it was her turn to moan.
With this being our first ever balloon ride and our first ever sexual encounter in a balloon; I was really unsure of myself. I felt Sue’s hesitancy also. The basket is only about three and a half feet wide by about four feet long. The padded rim is just up to my stomach. There are two vertical propane tanks in opposite corners. Jack was squeezed into the space between a tank and a corner. We obviously couldn’t lie down to fuck. I finally looked over at Jack and asked him, “So, just how do we go about this?”
He replied, “To start with, if it were me up here with that beautiful lady, I’d be naked by now.”
I’m surprised that I didn’t lose at least one article of clothing over the side as I stripped out of all my clothes. Sue pulled her shirt and shorts off in a flash also. The floor of the basket was soon littered with discarded clothing. My cock was hard and sticking straight out. I grabbed Sue again and we kissed. She started stroking my cock as I unhooked her bra. Her plump breasts swayed loose then she mashed them against my chest.
Jack was grinning bigger as he took on the role of sex coach. Then he said, “Now, it depends on what you want to do, but you’ll have to do it standing up. Blow jobs are easy, you stand and she kneels down. Or, you can kneel down, pick up one of her legs and eat her pussy”.
Sue was grinning now as she broke our kiss and slowly licked and nibbled her way down until she was kneeling in front of me. With her hands on my ass she sucked me into her mouth. I looked around at the view and thought, “It just doesn’t get any better than this! Way up high in a balloon with a beautiful lady sucking my cock.”
Jack’s grin was even bigger. He announced that we were at 4000 feet above the ground.