Dreams Take Flight by Jim Dalton Read Free Book Online Page B

help but wonder what is being concealed by the darkness, he thought.
    While Lucas tried to get a good fix on the weather, Mike focused on flying the plane, with an occasional lapse into a trancelike state as he reflected on other events in his life. When this happened, Mike was oblivious to anything going on around him. Such behavior was typical for Mike, and Lucas knew about his tendency to allow his mind to wander. Lucas believed that Mike’s short attention span was, at its core, due to the drinking problem that he’d had for years.
    The flight continued to go smoothly, and Heather enjoyed her new experience. Flying was not new to her, but she’d never before realized that so much went on at the head of the plane. The busy cockpit almost overstimulated her senses—there were so many instruments, knobs, and switches. It was hard for her to imagine how anyone could keep up with so much at one time.
    The instrument panel exuded a warm, red glow, so nothing in the cockpit kept its real color—everything and everyone adopted a very seductive glow.
    Lucas busily adjusted the radar to get a good feel for the line of thunderstorms ahead. They would either need to pick their way through them, or fly around them; that decision would in large part be determined by what he saw, he knew. Thunderstorms are very dynamic, and radar summaries obtained prior to departure don’t remain accurate for very long.
    Though trying to focus on this single task, Lucas couldn’t help noticing Heather’s presence. She sure is warm, he thought to himself. Her right leg is all but rubbing my left arm. It’s like every hair on my arm has become a nerve linked directly to my dick. Even the hair on my arm is getting stiff. I don’t even know whether I’m brushing her leg, or just think I am. I would never admit this to Mike, but having her on board is sort of nice. It’s a lot nicer having her on board than some of the guys we fly.
    I have to focus on the radar, but I can’t help but wonder if she is wearing panties. Get a grip! I’m paying way too much attention to the reflection of Heather and those beautiful, long, gorgeous legs that I’d love to explore. Bet I would find out about her panties then! Panties—what is happening to me? I’m obsessing! Radar, radar, radar.
    The radar looked bright and full of color, lit up like a Christmas tree. Anyone with any experience seeing thunderstorm activity—even on TV—would characterize it as being ominous. Lucas decided that he had to give Heather an update.
    He turned to look over his left shoulder so he could look Heather in the eyes. As they made eye contact, he saw a beautiful young girl with the face of an angel, her eyes dark and inviting. Shifting in his seat, he could see her more clearly—straddling the console with her miniskirt as high as could be. Conscious of how exposed she was, he had to be very careful not to break eye contact and explore her lovely, soft body, and especially the place where her legs came together.
    “Heather,” Lucas said, “we have some weather we’re going have to go through, so it might get a little rough. I want you to pull your belt tight and hang on. We’re going to be busy, so we won’t be able to talk to you. Don’t worry; we do this stuff all the time.”
    Having briefed Heather, Lucas swung back around and tightened his own belt. He then turned to Mike to share his thoughts about the approaching weather.
    “Mike, we have about twenty-five more miles of good weather, with about fifty miles of thunderstorm activity we’ll have to pick our way through. Mike, did you hear me? Mike , goddamn it, are you sleeping? MIKE, wake your ass up! You’re supposed to be flying this plane!”
    As Mike jerked his head up, he turned to Lucas and said, “Bullshit! The autopilot is flying it, and I might say it is doing a better job than you would.”
    “Mike, we’ve been through this before. Were you drinking before we left?”
    “None of your fucking