Air Charter Ch. 01

Windblown. That's how I would have to describe her by the time I pulled off the highway nearly twenty miles down the road. With no top and no doors, the jeep was like a convertible on steroids. The wind whipped around the windshield and blew her hair in every possible direction, making it almost impossible for her to see. When I slowed down to turn onto the gravel road leading up the mountain I could see her frown, but had to admit, she was holding her tongue.

I couldn't help but look over at her as we drove up the winding bouncy gravel road. The halter might have covered her large breasts, but it did a horrible job of containing the bouncing mounds, one of her breasts bouncing clear out of the top after a particularly rough jolt. Yeah it was an interesting outfit. I turned onto the dirt track that led even higher up the mountain, leaving the lodge behind us. The gravel road was smooth as silk compared to the two dirt ruts that constituted the road now. I looked over at Kim and actually felt sorry for her. Her short skirt had ridden up her thighs so far I could see the red of her panties beneath, and her tits absolutely refused to stay in the top, both of them now exposed as she held onto the windshield with one hand and the edge of the seat with the other, leaving none free to cover herself back up.

I slowed down to bounce over a fallen log and then pulled to a stop in the middle of the road. I shut the engine off and sat back to look at her. "If you want, you can change." I said as she pulled the material of her halter back over her incredibly sexy tits.

"No. I'm fine," she said after a few seconds. "I'm not going to disrupt your trip, remember?"

"Afraid I'll throw you into the lake?"

"Actually, I am."

"Well, I'll make an exception. I promise not to throw you into the lake if you want to change your clothes." I said with a chuckle.

"Why? You don't like what I'm wearing?"

"Kim. I've flown you to how many photo shoots and catwalks? I doubt there's anything that you can wear that would show more than I've already seen."

"Really? Why do you have a hardon then?"

I looked down at my lap and realized she was right. I had a huge hardon inside my shorts, something I hadn't had looking at her since, well, shortly after I started. Her attractiveness had been completely overridden by her bitchy nasty personality. "Touché." I said. "Just thought I'd offer."

"You don't like what you see?"

"I didn't say that. You're a multi-million dollar showoff. Let's face it, you'd look good no matter what you wear."

"But you don't want my tits bouncing where you can see em?" She asked pointedly.

"Kim. I don't care if you wanna go naked. There isn't anyone out here to see except me and Mother Nature. So there isn't any point in being a clothes horse. Wear what you want to be comfortable."

"That offer to change still stand?" She asked with her brow furrowed slightly.

"Still stands." I answered.

"Good," she said, unbuckling her seatbelt. She stepped out of the jeep and stood on the grass next to the dirt tracks, wiggling her skirt down over her hips until she could step out of it. She tossed it onto the middle of the jeep between our seats and then reached for the top of her halter, pulling the knot around her neck apart. The material flopped down, exposing her full round tits, each the size of a half melon glued to her chest. Her skin was tanned without a single line and her areola, perfectly round and pink were clearly puckered around her rock hard nipples. She finished undoing the tie behind her back and tossed the top on top of the skirt. She bent over and pulled her four inch heels off and tossed them onto the pile as well. "There," she said sliding back onto the seat and starting to buckle her belt back up.

"That all? You don't want to take the panties off too?"

"If you insist," she said, reaching down and sliding the tiny red thong panty off her ass and down her legs, tossing it into my lap, leaving her completely naked on the passenger seat. "You're turn."

"My turn for what?"

"To get undressed. It's only fair, right? I mean you don't expect me to sit here naked all alone, right?"

"Why?" I asked a little startled.

"Well, look at it from my perspective. I get ogled all day. Hell, there's dozens of guys that have seen me completely naked, including you. They see me when I'm changing, they see me when I'm being posed for a photo, there isn't a part of me that hasn't been exposed to multiple guys. Once, just once, I'd like turnaround to be fair play. If I'm naked, you should be too."

I thought about it for a few moments, and without another word, unbuckled my seat belt. I stepped out of the jeep and undid the belt on my shorts and pushed them down, stepping out of them and tossing them on the pile between the seats. I took a breath and a little nervously pushed my boxers down, freeing my engorged cock to stick out its full nine inches at her. I tossed my boxers on the pile and then skimmed off my t-shirt, leaving me naked except for my socks and boots. "Better?" I asked as I slipped into the seat again and buckled the seat belt, my cock sticking straight up in the air as I pushed the clutch in to start the engine together.

"Actually, yeah, it is," she said, still looking at my cock and making me nervous. I shifted into gear and took off up the road again bouncing our way up the last mile toward the cabin. I pulled into the clearing in front of the lake and stopped, shutting the engine down and letting Mother Nature bathe us in the sound of the breeze blowing through the soft pine boughs and the birds starting to chirp again after our arrival.

"Wow. This is...well, incredible," she said, undoing her seat belt and standing up, holding onto the windshield. She turned to look around, her pussy slightly higher than my face, but only a little more than a foot away, her completely shaved mound and pussy completely exposed as she moved. Her lips were fat and round with only a tiny bit of inner lip peeking out from between them, little bits of moisture glistening between her lips sexily. If my cock had softened any on the remaining drive, the view in front of me ensured that I was once again rock hard.

"Yeah, it is." I answered, thinking more about how she looked framed against the sky and trees in front of me than anything else.

"You know this wouldn't be a half bad place if I didn't have to shit in a wooden box," she said as she stared at the little outhouse behind the cabin.

"And then it's gone." I muttered. For a few minutes she was acting like a real person. Hell, I'd even felt a little sorry for her having no control over who sees her naked. Stupid of me I know.

I climbed out of the jeep and started carrying the gear into the small cabin, Kim walking in behind me. "Jesus! Doesn't anyone clean around here?"

I turned around and looked at her, took two steps and picked her thin frame up in my arms and threw her over my shoulder, clamping her kicking legs to my chest as I walked out the cabin door. She struggled and squirmed, twisting in my arms and trying to hit and kick me to put her down all the way to the rickety wooden dock sticking like a tongue out from shore into the lake. It wasn't the most graceful thing I'd ever done, but the squeal as she hit the cold water was worth the several bruises I was sure were going to pop up for my effort.

I walked to the shore and stood there, waiting for her to walk naked from the lake, her hair now laying in a flat mat, water streaming from her hair and body. She walked up the shore staring daggers at me. "Bastard," she muttered.

"I told you what I'd do if you pissed me off." I said as she walked past me.

"That water was fucking cold!"

"Uh huh. Matches your attitude. I think if I were you I'd warm it up a bit or you might be sleeping out in the jeep."

"You wouldn't!"

"The hell I wouldn't." I said with a scowl. "Remember the rules. This is my fucking vacation. You're along because I said you could, not to baby or pamper you or put up with your diva shit. If you don't like it, the road works two ways.

"Fine! I'm outa here!" She said stomping off toward the jeep. She climbed into the front seat and turned the key, the jeep lurching forward before coming to a stop again. "What's wrong with this thing?"

"It's a stick shift." I said with a frown as I turned and walked back into the cabin.

"Okay. So I don't know how to make it work," she said quietly as she came in and closed the door quietly behind herself.

"Not surprised. Come eat." I said, dishing some chili from the pot on the stove into two bowls. I was starved, having not gotten any lunch and it was already half way to dinner. I sat down and dug into my bowl, ignoring her.

She slipped gently into the seat across from me and meekly apologized. "I'm sorry," she said barely above a whisper.

"Forgiven." I said simply, pushing a bowl of chili across the table toward her. "Better eat."

She looked at the bowl cautiously. "Is it organic?"

"Nope. Just plain cow and beans and spices." I answered.

"I don't eat much meat," she said quietly, looking at the bowl as if it might bite her.

"Well, then you're probably going to be hungry a lot of the time, because I didn't bring a whole lot of vegetables and crap like that." I said, reaching out to hand her a spoon.

She took the spoon and gingerly scooped a small bite from the bowl, lifting it to her lips and tentatively tasting it. A few moments later the spoon was emptied and headed back for another trip. "This is good," she said with a little surprise in her voice.

"Thank you."

"You made it?"

"Uh huh."

"I didn't know you could cook."

"You never asked." I answered with a shrug.

"I don't know how," she said quietly.

"Guess you're going to have to learn." I answered her, looking at her face pointed down at the bowl almost as if she were ashamed to admit she couldn't cook. "Not to worry. I won't let you starve. Eat up now. Maybe I'll teach you how to fish."

She looked up at me curiously and then back down at the bowl, scooping another spoon of chili.

"Adam. Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what?" I asked between bites.

"This. Here. Me?"

I sighed and leaned back in my chair. "As a favor to Amy."

"You like her, don't you?"

"Yeah. She's nice. Not interested in me, but nice just the same."

"She might be interested in you. She talks about you. I've heard her say your name when she comes."

I looked at her in surprise. "Huh? She does what?"

"She sometimes says your name when we're fucking. You did know didn't you? That she was lesbian, right?"

"Uh, no. I didn't. Explains a lot though."

"Sorry," she said softly.

"Well, at least I know where I stand... with both of you," I answered her between bites of my chili.

"Don't assume. The main reason I don't do guys is that I hate having the guys coming on to me all the time. Makes me feel dirty or something. Seems like every guy on the planet wants to get into my panties."

"Can you blame em? I mean hell, you're one of the hottest looking women on the planet. You could have the pick of any guy you want."

"Who says I want a guy?"

"We all assume that, until you prove us different."

"Is that why you don't try to come on to me? Or is it professional ethics?" I chuckled and didn't answer her, but continued eating my chili. "Come on. I know you're turned on by how I look. I saw that boner on the way up here."

"Didn't say your body didn't turn me on. Hell, sitting here looking at your bare tits turns me on. I'll admit that."

"But you don't want to come on to me?"

"Not particularly."

"Why?"

"When I took this job, I thought about it. Shit I had a hardon the whole time on those first few photo shoots I flew you too. But I stopped going to them and stayed with the plane because it just wasn't that interesting any longer."

"Why not?"

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Yes! I do!"

I set my spoon down and leaned back in my chair. "Even if it hurts your feelings?"

She was silent for several long seconds. "Yes, even if it hurts my feelings."

"Because the longer I knew you the more I realized that you had a personality that was less than attractive."

"What do you mean?"

"You act like a class A bitch. No one likes a bitch, especially a guy. Anyone that's gotten to know you feels the same way." I said.

"Well, as you say, at least I know where I stand," she said tilting her head up defiantly.

"No. You don't. I fly you because I need the money. You're here screwing up my vacation, the vacation that I've been planning for six months because Amy begged me to take you. You had a stress attack. Your body tried to shut itself down because you're over stressed and under rested. She's afraid of something happening to you. She wanted you to get away and relax so badly that she offered to spend a whole weekend having sex with me, just so that I'd take you along."

"She did?!"

"She did. But I told her no. I only agreed to take you when she threatened to find another pilot to fly you while I was gone, so you're here so that I don't lose my job as your pilot."

She got up from the table and walked to the cabin door. "Well you don't have to worry. I won't fire you, and since I'm stuck here with you I won't be flying with anyone else. So you're safe. You don't have to worry about being nice to me or doing anything for me. You clearly don't want me here, so you do what you need and I'll just find something to keep me busy," she said before turning and walking out the door.

I shook my head, leaned over my bowl and finished the last few bites. I cleaned up both our dishes, put the food in what served as a refrigerator in the small cabin, and then dug into my gear, pulling on some shorts and a shirt and then getting out my fishing gear. It took me about ten minutes to get my rods put together, threaded and my artificial baits organized to go fish.

I saw her sitting on the shore, still naked, looking out at the lake as I walked to the little boat. I flipped it over, put the little electric motor and the oars in the boat and then went back to the cabin for the battery. I lugged the fifty plus pound battery out to the boat, settled it into the back and then attached the cables. She was still sitting against the tree as I pushed off and headed out onto the lake to fish.

It was dark by the time I came in. The moon was already up, and while not full, it provided plenty of light for me to make it to shore and then to the cabin. I reached into my pocket for the lighter that I knew was there as I headed for the porch. I pulled the lantern down from the hook on the porch, pumped it up, having checked to be sure it had fuel in it before I left. I held the lighter to the hole in the side of the lantern and it puffed to life, the yellow flame quickly changing to blue and then bright white as the mantel did its job converting the gas flame into a more refined reaction.

I picked up the lantern and walked into the cabin, the light filling the small cabin and illuminating Kim sitting in one of the two chairs in the room, wrapped in a blanket, her knees pulled up to her chest with the blanket wrapped around herself.

"You're back," she said barely above a whisper.

"Uh huh. You could have lit a lantern." I told her.

"I didn't know how," she said with a frown on her face. "Seems like I don't know a lot of things."

"Well, come here." I said as I pulled an oil lamp down off the wall. "Matches are here." I said, stepping to the fireplace and pulling open a box sitting on the mantle. I set the lamp on the table by the lantern and took the glass globe off, striking the match and touched it to the wide wick. The flame slowly grew and threw light of its own, though dwarfed by the bright gas lantern. "I have to deal with my fish. You can come outside if you want. If not, you at least have some light."

"You caught some?"

"A few." I answered as I turned and walked out of the cabin with the lantern. She followed behind, wrapped in the blanket and followed me to the boat and then to the table by the dock.

"So that's what this is for?" She asked as I laid the three fish on the table to clean them.

"Yep." I said as I used my pocket knife to cut the lower jaw and the belly, pulling the guts out and tossing it into the water by the dock. It only took a few short minutes to completely clean and rinse the three rainbow trout that I had caught. "Breakfast." I said, holding up the three fish in one hand and picking up the lantern with the other.

"So what now?" Kim asked as she followed me into the cabin, closing the door behind us.

"Well. Usually I'd just go to bed." I answered as I put the fish in the ice box and set the lantern on the counter.

"So early?"

"It's probably past eight." I said with a shrug. "Are you hungry?"

"I snacked on some crackers, but I wouldn't mind something," she answered meekly. "I would have made something, but I didn't know how to make the stove work. I turned the knobs but the flames never came on."

"Yeah, gotta light it with a match." I told her as I walked back to the icebox and pulled a Ziploc bag out. I walked to the stove and lit two burners, dug out two cast iron pans and put them on the flames. I dug in my food box for a container of oil and poured some in each pan. Putting away the oil I pulled out two large potatoes and quickly sliced them, dropping the white slices into one of the pans and then laid two marinated chicken breasts from the Ziploc into the other pan.

It only took a few minutes to cook the potatoes and chicken breasts, ladling the fried food onto two plates. I set the pans aside to let the oil cool and then set the plates on the table. "Might as well come eat." I said as she stood near the wall watching me.

"I'm not supposed to make you cook for me," she said quietly.

"I know. But I did. So come eat."

She walked to the table and sat down, carefully taking a few bites of the food. "Damn this is good," she mumbled as she began eating quickly. "I don't get much fried food. Not good for my figure, but this is so good."

I chuckled. "Thanks."

Kim was finished long before I was, and sat curled up in her blanket across from me, watching me eat. "Are you good at other things? Besides cooking and fishing and flying I mean?"

"I think I'm pretty fair at a lot of things. What in particular are you asking about?"

"I don't know. I mean most of the guys I know couldn't figure out which end of a fry pan to hold, let alone cook something good like this. But it seems like you know how to do everything you try. I mean you drove that jeep up here, you know how to fish, it's like you're a mountain man in steroids or something."

I laughed quietly. "No. Just learned when I was young how to camp and handle myself in the woods. Come on. We'll go get water and I'll show you how to be Jane of the jungle. You can do the dishes."

"Sounds fair," she said, getting up and standing expectantly next to the table.

"Here." I said handing her a bucket. "We have to get water." I picked up the lantern and walked out of the cabin with her following behind. She followed me to the dock and dipped the bucket into the water. I smiled to myself as she struggled to carry the bucket and hold the blanket, but didn't offer to take it for her.

I showed her where the big pot was, and let her fill it with her bucket and start it heating. We both sat in the chairs, waiting for the water to heat on the gas stove. She got up, walked to one of her suitcases, sitting against the wall and open, pulled out a rather slinky looking robe and slipped it over her still naked body. "Use another pot to scoop water out into the wash pan. You want to save some of that water to wash yourself with."

"Wash myself?"