After the CRJ landed in Santiago, I bid farewell to others including David and especially Terri who had decided that I was her little sister! But we knew that in a few weeks, we’d reconnect in Whistler and I quickly connected to my A350 for the long flight home.
Andy had given me a spare Surface and I now had a Rapid Response logon. There were several emails I needed to answer so they could complete my onboarding. Once I had done this, I fell into a deep sleep knowing that while I would be alone this week, I would be busy, and Andy would likely have a bit more time to call me.
On Monday, I had my arranged coffee with my boss Adrienne. We discussed my imminent change of plans. The deal was that, while away, I’d work part-time for her and part-time for 10B. She was pragmatic about my reduction in hours but happy that I had such a good time away.
On Tuesday evening, I arranged with my pub run group to run from our usual The Thistle 7k to the Old Inn and do the 5k there, though at 80%, before running back to our haunt for dinner. Pre-Patagonia, 19k would have killed me, but the final 30k run there gave me confidence. After the run, we chatted animatedly as I filled them in my match with Andy and experiences with The Pests and the unworthies.
Next morning, was TLS’ Girls Day, which I’d happily agreed to this. I woke, feeling sore and annihilated which surprised me, then I wondered if it was the missing post-run relaxations that was the cause. The filming was outside, and I put on my usual dark top and jeans, as I still was not inclined to hypothermia, and kept my skin natural and untarnished.
The taxi arrived at a stunning stately house and, as usual, I was the last there. All the brides were in semi-party gear, showing plenty of skin and their usual dosing of make-up. I was not surprised at being welcomed in a rather stiff but friendly manner after The Dinner’s happenings.
The filming area was a large crescent with a table stacked with antipasti and a few bottles of wine. After tasting a bit and a few sips, I thought that someone had ordered Budget Party Pack as, unlike last week’s soul-caressing wines, the wine was sweet and bland and the meat paled in comparison with the succulent, sweet local cuts that we had there. Worse still, was the absence of any meaningful salad which would have ameliorated the situation and balanced the saltiness of the meat. Decent salads is a habit that I’d picked up from my love on the Honeymoon and heightened last week by the chefs.
I let them carry on chatting and realised that this was the opposite of Patagonia, where I’d received an immediate warm and engaged welcome into the group. They started asking soft questions about the time away and I replied, “B and I had a great time away,” unconsciously using his nickname’s abbreviation, but the girls thought I said, He. I gave the headlines about the Lodge and the scenery. I said that, at Saturday’s Dinner, the crew was going to show the video that I had shot while away, though I wondered whether it would be as long the video we’d wanted to shoot, but maybe not the one The Pests wanted.
They asked what Andy was like and I replied, “Down was amazing as there was a good balance between family and group time. Bat’s great: we get on well and have a lot in common. But he’s not here and there are always two sides to a story. In fairness, I want us to share our experiences together next week.”
Lindsey, a bride, asked, “Bat, Down?” and I twigged, realising that last week, everyone referred to people by their Tag, not their name and I suspected some of the younger kids didn’t know Andy’s actual name.
I replied, “Andy. That’s his nickname,” and smiled, remembering I had been gifted Cen, and then explained about [stand] Down vs [stand] Up weeks.
They asked me about the row we’d had that caused me to cut Andy off. I had a go at explaining this: that he had been rushing to check Falcon 1’s newly installed sensors following an urgent re-tasking and that The Pilot [Weasel] had fired the APU to commence start-up as she needed to get airborne quickly. This went over most of their heads and I realised that, a fortnight ago, it would gone over mine too.
They asked me if we’d discussed it and I replied, “We had an open and frank discussion about it,” smiling as I remembered that it had happened when we were nakedly entwined in bed and concluded our discussion with a long, sensuous kiss and back caress.
In the taxi after, I felt that I had got to know the girls better. Some I had started to like, but the rest I remained cold about as some were dissing their husbands hard, and others were taking shots at their fellow brides. We had agreed early on that we would never kick the other in public which made me dismayed at their actions. I wondered what Guys’ Day was like and mulled that if it was similar to Girls’ Day, Andy would have been bored shitless as he has a similar enjoyment of carping. Worse, for him, is that I knew he has a near-absence of interest in team sports as when we were skipping through the sports pages, he was semi-interested in what Jim Radcliff is doing at Man U, but completely uninterested in what Ten Haag and the gang were doing, though some, my ears found Andy’s comments were simultaneously derogatory and witty.
Things had changed between us. On our calls, we no longer felt the need to hold our emotions, and we now admitted that we missed each other and were looking forward to his return. He was sending me pics from the aircraft’s centreline camera: stunning mountain scenes, dawns, dusks, and coastals. He told me that he’d taken the dawn and dusks himself as the camera wasn’t used during take-off and landing, so he could control it as the pilots flew the plane.
These lifted my soul and reminded me of our time in Patagonia, but the thought of our naked bodies entwined opened my pussy and raised my nipples.
Andy’s schedule had changed authorities wanted low tide imaging of rivers and coasts that the quake had deformed. To do this, Dog in Falcon 2 was flying during the daytime low tides and Weasel in Falcon 1 was doing the nights. Andy got the short end, having to split his sleep to accommodate. The unintended result was that he would go to bed at the same time I was, and we would reminisce about our bedtime snuggles, sharing other pics.
I had just got back from Girls' Day and saw that Andy had sent some stunning nighttime pics that he’d used the aircraft’s camera to shoot. I saw his status was Active, so I video-called him.
I had just got back from an evening out and saw that Andy had sent some stunning nighttime pics that he’d used the aircraft’s camera to shoot. I saw his status was Active, so I video-called him.
“Hey sexy, hot pics, what are you doing now?” I asked.
“Missed you, I’m just out of the shower,” he answered as his video turned on showing a full frame of his hot, naked body in the mirror.
“You look peaky,” I replied, smiling at the sight of his peak.
“I was thinking about the longest run we did, where the sun bathed us in its soft, early morning brightness, the amazing lakeside and the snowcapped mountains framing us and I had this stunning chick next to me, then our shower together and the after-run,” he replied and I saw his peak grow.
I was starting to think about the after-run too. My peaks were growing, valley opening, and it was starting to flow. I replied, “Never thought our first would be like that. Tell me, but let’s use the proper cams.”
We switched to our desktop cams, and he continued in full hot view of me, “We came into the room after post-run breakfast and the sun was bathing us, making you look so hot as we kissed.”
“We were hot and sweaty, but you made me feel sexy. Our hands wrapped around each other, and we held tight, kissing deeply and slowly, tongues exploring and connecting,” as my nipples hardened, and my slit opened reminiscing and seeing his erect cock.
He continued, “I turned you around, so your back was against my chest and held you in my arms, feeling our breathing sync as I kissed your neck and rubbed your tightly clothed chest, then nipples.”
I moaned, rubbing my clothed bust and feeling the hardening peaks, “You were kissing me, then you pulled my top and bra off, leaving me topless,” and removed my top and bra.
“Such a sexy body and an even sexier mind,” he said causing me to blush, “I kissed your neck, fondling those tight tits.”
I pushed my tits up with my hands and fondled them pushing them up like he loved doing to me, moaning gently and remembering how we relaxed into each other, “Your hands caressed my tits, your hot chest on my back, that hard cock pressing into my bottom.”
“My cock was growing into you. I turned you around and kissed those soft lips again slowly and gently, then moved down to kiss and suck each tit making them so hard.”
Seeing his hot cock grow and my self-massage, my tits were getting hard, pussy wet and I pushed my nipples so he could see, “Such a soft kiss, so relaxing. Rubbed shoulders slowly as you worked down, you kissed my chest.”
“I found your shorts and undo the strings, pulling them and the tights down, then kissed that gorgeous valley.”
I dropped my jeans and panties and rubbed my pussy on cam showing him how wet and open it was as he rubbed his thick cock. “It’s so open and wet. I lead you to the shower.”
“We go into that sunbathed shower. Your body looked so sexy in the mountain light, and I turned the hot water on, wrapped my arms around you, and started a deep, slow French, letting the hot water run over our entwined bodies.”
“Your cock was against my stomach again, pressing in as we Frenched deep and slow, our breaths in sync again. One day, that cock will be inside me in the shower and I hand it thinking of it inside my hot, wet pussy.”
“I stepped back and rub your chest as you shanked me, making me so hard. Your wet, tight bust and chest glistening and your open valley shining in the light as I softly rubbed them, then worked down to that open wet pussy and kissed it.”
“I felt those hands, then lips down me. So soft, so sexy. My turn and I pulled you up and kissed you all the way down. Your body made me hot and wet,” and I rubbed my tits and open, wet pussy.
“We were hot and wet as you sucked me to hardness.”
“We Frenched again, our bodies deep in sync as we kissed in slow motion. So sensuous, my love.”
“I turned off the water now we’re clean, and we diligently towel each other off.”
“Very diligently: every part of our bodies is dry. Well, nearly,” I smiled and showed him my wetness. “I took the bed and lay down,” and lay on the bed in full cam view, showing my open valley and hardening peaks.
He lay down too, “I lay on top of your hot bod, Frenching you slowly, our tongues connecting gently, roaming your side.”
I motioned my hands roaming over my side and tits, “My tits were so hard from your kisses. I kissed you slowly and deeply, feeling those tight balls on my wet pussy. Feeling our bodies so tight and our breaths slow.”
“I moved down, kissing that sweet, sexy neck, then those hot tits.”
I responded by kissing my tits and rubbing my pussy so he could see. “You lifted and hardened them with each suck, relaxing my body, but I feel relaxation waves run down my spine.”
“I’m relaxing too as I kissed further down your chest, then turned around, burying my lips into your valley and presenting my mountain to your mouth.”
“That big cock isn’t! I take it and started sucking as you start kissing my valley, I’m really relaxing now and breathing slowly as I suck,” and used my fingers to show how open and wet I was.
He stroked his fat pole, “I relax, and felt your mouth on me, sucking as I licked your lips and taste your wetness.”
I was really open now and fingered myself and sucked my other fingers to show him, moaning gently “I rolled you over and turned around, Frenching you deeply and sensuously slowly.”
He moaned thinking of our lips locking, stroking himself, “Such a soft, deep kiss, our tongues connected as our breaths slow, I’m drowning as the sun bathed our hot bodies.”
“The sun is on my back, warming me and illuminating that red hot chest with its sexy pert nipples. I kissed that soft, yet hard chest, kissing those nipples, then moved down to that cock again which I needed to taste more,” I replied, “I spun around and took that pole and start licking the balls.”
He moaned, “I flick my tongue across those open, wet lips,”
I flicked my fingers across them, sucked fingers again, and twinged visibly and audibly, “I suck those balls harder and move up, kissing that tasty shaft,” showing my open pussy to the cam.
“I kiss deep into those lips, feeling your soft, yet strong lips on me.”
“That tongue, so acid on that bimbo Sally on the call last week, is so soft and sweet on my pussy as you roamed inside me. I took you all the way into my throat,” sucking my fingers fully.
“You made me soft and sweet, mostly,” as he pulled himself tight and hard.
“I moved back to kiss your lips, rolling onto our side and turning around so we kissed mouths,” I said.
“We saw the snowcaps behind with the sun heating our naked bodies and I felt your peaks against me.”
“I felt your mountain against my wide open, soaking valley,” and fingered my pussy.
“We held each other tight, Frenching deeply and sensuously, feeling our chests move together as our breaths slow and I felt waves of pleasure and relaxation down our spines,” as I saw his slow breaths on the screen as he felt them too.
“But three peaks are getting hard and tight,” I smirked, “Our hands caressed backs and I felt every movement of your fingers as we kissed deeper and slower, our breathing unites. My waves are hitting my pussy, such a sensuous feeling. I felt your balls on my valley as your long, thick mountain pushes on my stomach making me so wet,” and fingered deeply.
His cock was huge now and glistening, “Felt you slow as we kissed deeper and caressed slower. I’m so hard.”
I was really wet now and feeling the pleasure waves. “Felt a wave through my spine as our kisses deepened and slow right down. There is a wet patch on my stomach,” and moved some of my wetness onto it to illustrate.
“Balls tighten as I feel your soft back with my hands and your tits against mine. Hear your moaning.”
I moaned gently as I really was slightly cumming in part due to fingering deeply, “Felt the wave through me and down my pussy as I came,” as I spread more moisture from my pussy onto my flat stomach.
He pulled his dick, and I could see the cum start to flow, “We kissed in slow motion, feeling every move of our lips, every sensuous sensation of our touch, breaths united, your hands were like soft waves on my spine as I felt a huge wave gently flow over my spine and through my pussy.”
He moaned, “Your hands sent wonderful waves down my spine too. I feel my cock fill, then empty on your stomach as I feel your wave travel right through your sexy body as we kissed deeply and our breaths in slow, perfect sync,” and blew his load on cam so I could see.
“We kissed deeply and slowly as I feel your cum spread over my stomach. Such a sexy feeling, then I reached down and scraped your sexy juices onto my fingers, and we sucked them clean,” and sucked my fingers seductively as I orgasmed.
“I sucked those fingers and kissed you again my love,” as he went limp.
“I held you tight sexy guy and kissed you deeply,” I replied.
“We held each other tightly, but softly and kissed a deep, gentle down, our breathing so slow and united and gently touching” he replied.
I went into bed and turned the lights off, apart from the sidelight that illuminated my hard tits and open pussy, “We hold each other until we fade my sexy love.”
“The sun bathed our entwined bodies as we slept. So much to love, so much to admire, so much to miss,” he concluded.
“A lot to miss, but only for a few more days my love ‘til we meet again. Kiss,” And turned off the camera and light completely sated.
The rest of the week sailed past as I had a lot of work to do. Like the last Dinner, I went to Ellie’s for the day to see her and get changed, again being filmed. From the moment he gave me the dress, I knew that I was going to wear it to The Dinner. I got dressed and pinned the Tag on the dress above my heart. My love was hard on and in my heart.
I had several calls with Wing checking in and also from 10B which was nice of her. David and Terri called as she wanted to grab my pics to make some videos and we agreed that we would collaborate as I was making a couple in my sparse spare time.
When I opened the door for the filmed reveal, this time Ellie just smiled as I’d told her about everything last week and showed her the vids I had made. She agreed that The Lodge would make a great place for a honeymoon. I showed her my Tag that I had been gifted and she thought it was sweet but didn’t really get the context. I knew that, in my dress, I would still stand out from the over-made brides, but again my heart was full as I was wearing a gift made of pure love, and material! As last time, I had my watch and phone with me in the hope of some hot messages or hot, cold pics.
As last time, I quickly fell asleep in the taxi, wondering what this time in The City of Sorrows would be like, but relaxed that this would be my last time there alone. From Girls' Day, I knew that there were a few worthy inhabitants and hoped that they would remain so, for I live in a realistic hope. But my Dream, my love, was still two days from my embrace. This time, The Pests had decided not to double down on their stupidity and greed, so Andy was either unmolested by them in the cold Apella hangar or dreaming of me in bed alone.
As last time, I arrived last and walked through the door. The female More Worthies came and greeted me and got me a Malbec, though this was a rather tannic Mendoza one, not one the rounded southern ones that had caressed my soul last week, then reintroduced me to the group who were respectful, but wary of me. Once bitten, twice shy? I realised.
Most of the brides were in their usual, over-painted, and generally revealing attire. Some of the guys had more tits on display than I do in tri gear, and I realised that most were musclier than Andy, but wondered whether they could do 30k on the road or 30Qs on the tablet like he could. While the guys looked hot, Andy is, and made me, hot in so many ways.
I was asked the same questions by the guys as by their wives and responded with the same answers, but this time I remembered to use my love’s name not his Tag, though occasionally, I would subconsciously rub my own Tag forcing it closer onto my heart where he lay. By then, my glass was empty, and Lindsay helped me to a Methode. Again, the bottle looked stylish, but the contents paled in comparison with that served at Patagonia Lodge. Already, both genders were engaging in point scoring, and I realised how childish that seemed, except that was an insult to Terri and the kids who were treated and behaved as near-equals. When they were going hard on the adults, which was surprisingly often, it was a respectful deepening of their understanding.
The producers put the Patagonia video on the screen that they’d compiled from my supplied footage, but I was disappointed that they made our time away look rather boring. Tommy, a husband, asked who shot the footage and why I now looked off. “We shot most of the footage, Mr and Miss Weasel took the ones with both of us in. We had an amazing time there with the families, but the edit they did seem lacking,” I damned with faint praise and thought of our half-finished one that even now, reflected the week better.”
“Weasels?” He replied and I twigged.
“Weasel is one of the pilots, Mr, my nickname for her husband and Miss for their daughter,” I replied.
Sally piped up, “You didn’t seem too happy seeing each other on the runway?”
I recognised her revenge kick after Andy had keel-snapped her on the link-up, “We’d been stuck in a cold plane while they unloaded it. Andy and his crew had a late finish and had just done Bring Up: same as when he was on cam with us, then they briefed the new crew, so they were wrecked and frozen. We were relieved and very happy to be together,” and I felt a slight wave down my spine reminding me of how happy I was that day with his hands running down my spine.
Someone asked what was next for Andy. “Crew 1 are up again on Saturday and Andy will fly home. Things are calming down, so he thinks they’ll call Hib mid-week, and Crew 1 will fly home and give the birds a quick trip to the shop. They’ll call Washup about a fortnight after that,” I answered.
“Hib, shop, Washup?” Tommy replied.
Again, I realised how much I’d picked up, “Hib: Hibernate/suspend operations: the stuff they brought out either gets dumped, donated, or packed up so it can be shipped back later. Birds to shop: aircraft go to the maintenance hangar. Washup: they have a debrief and lessons learned exercise.”
Tommy and I carried on chatting, but his wife caught his attention and wanted it exclusively. I tried to mingle with the group, but, unlike at Down, they generally stayed in their covens, so I remained on the outer and disappointed.
Dinner was served and I was alone again, but I looked forward to having Andy with me next time. Unfortunately, the food was, like Girls’ Day, superficially attractive, but actually boring and bland and there were more tosses, lobs, and aimed smashes than at Centre Court. Worse, was that they were engaging in their pile-ons and I was being ignored which I found very rude, though I had no interest in baiting anyone, and was clueless about most of the barking. The ones in Patagonia were the opposite: mostly led by the kids, they took a subject and ran with it to gain and share more information instead of trying to score points.
I was really bored and was happy when my watch pinged. Carelessly, I pulled out the phone and saw some mountain shots that he’d pulled from Falcon 2 showing a fault line that had blown. “Sad, but stunning”, I replied, “Bored as here, all point scoring, only thing learned is how not to behave. XXX my love.”
“Hugs, kisses, back finger,” he replied, and I felt a shallow wave percolate thinking of his hands on my spine. That was the only excitement tonight, I realised, but thankfully a basic Eton Messe was served, and the tedium concluded shortly after.
In the taxi, I realised I felt quite sad. We are all in this together, I had heard here and from Weasel and Wing. Tonight was loud and people were taking shots aiming to injure as more distrust and disrespect flowing than the average wine being poured. Patagonia was, at times, louder and more boisterous, but at worst was a very vigorous tickling to extract and share knowledge based on absolute respect and trust.
At the dinner, we were all in this, but some definitely against, not together. In Patagonia, we really were all in this together and I knew that Whistler would be louder, but even stronger bonds would be formed, for Rapid events were truly based on trust and respect.
I messaged Weasel: Definitely all in together, unlike this shit show!, fell asleep.
