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FanFic
The Richard Dawson Experience
Last UpDated: 20 September 2001.
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Story Copyright © 2001. Rhonda "StuntChick36" Inc., All Rights Reserved.
TOP GUN
Miramar Naval Air Station (a.k.a. 'Top Gun'), California. June, 1984. 0500 hours.
Skylar walks out onto the deck of her beachfront apartment to watch the sunrise. The air was crisp and refreshing, waking up all of her senses. Today was going to be a good day, or she hoped it would be. She was just transferred to Miramar from Long Beach Naval Air Station about a week prior to begin her duties as an instructor at the Navy's world-famous "Top Gun" flight school.
At 0715 hours, she reports to the base. After getting the necessary security clearance, she proceeds to the base commander's office to receive her instructions.
"Lt. Mason, reporting as requested, sir," she says as she gives the commander a stiff salute.
The commander smiles warmly at her and returns her salute. "Good morning, Lieutenant. Have a seat."
She sits down in the leather chair in front of his desk. "Thank you, sir."
"Well, as you know," he begins, "you will be giving instruction in the latest dogfighting skills and tactics. I've been reading your file, and I understand you've climbed into the cockpit a few times yourself."
"Yes sir. I earned my wings as a RIO (radar intercept officer), but I've never flown a fighter."
"We'll get you up and flying. Don't worry." He turns his attention to the list of students in his hands. "Here's your class roster. There's 13 students on the list, but you'll be getting five more. Four of them are late transfers from Norfolk, one is from San Diego."
0900 hours. Instruction begins. First class requires all students to wear their white uniforms. From here on out, all students will be suited up in their flight gear.
Most of the students are present and seated. Skylar looks towards the door and sees the five new students walk in. She is most impressed by the older looking gentleman in the group. Very handsome with graying hair and a solid build. His uniform fit his body like a tight glove, hugging all the right places. Once she gets her head back from the clouds, she begins.
"Good morning. My name is Lt. Skylar Mason, callsign 'Blackjack.' In my class you will learn the latest in dogfight tactics, radar detection and other aerial combat maneuvers. Before we begin our first class, I want to find out a little bit about all of you." She looks at the four young men and says, "I recognize you four from my short stint at Norfolk. Congratulations on your acceptance here at 'Top Gun'." Then she looks at the older pilot. "I don't think I know you."
The handsome older man stands up and says, "Lt. Richard Dawson, callsign 'Wolfman.' I transferred in from San Diego."
"Welcome aboard, Lieutenant," she says as he sits back down. "Today we will begin our class with some discussion, tomorrow we'll be in the air."
After three hours of lectures and sharing combat experience stories, the class was dismissed. Many of the students take their time filing out of the classroom. Skylar is packing up her briefcase for the day, not paying much attention to the lingering pilots.
"Excuse me, Lieutenant," came a gentle voice. Skylar looks up to see that it belongs to that dashing jet jockey that looks old enough to be her father.
"Yes?"
Now she could see his rugged sexiness up-close. He's glowing with a nice southern California tan that made his green eyes stand out like emeralds on fine white Chinese silk. His soft mouth curled up into a smile as he said, "I was wondering, will you be flying with us tomorrow?"
"Yes, I will. I'll be flying with Cmdr. Whitehall as his radar officer during our maneuvers."
"Oh," he says with a little disappointment in his voice. "I was kinda hoping you would be my wingman."
She smiles and says, "Unfortunately, I'm not a pilot." She closes her briefcase and grabs her hat. "If I could fly, I'd be there for ya."
Following day, 1930 hours. In the air over the desert.
Cmdr. Whitehall and Skylar are watching the new 'Guns' work on some of their maneuvers from the cockpit of their F/A-18 Hornet.
"Charger, take us to 35,000 feet. Let's make these guys use their instruments to find us."
As Charger climbs up into the atmosphere, Skylar addresses her students. "Listen up, gentlemen," says Blackjack, "your objective in this drill is to eliminate your bogey quickly without compromising yourself or your wingman. Use your HUD as well as your eyes." She lets out a small taunting laugh. "Catch us if you can."
"Roger, Blackjack," says Wolfman. Once in position, Blackjack and Charger dive back down into play. Charger is giving the young guns a real mental workout. Both instructors drill the students for almost an hour, letting no mistake go unnoticed.
"I don't hear any communication between planes. What's wrong? You boys asleep?"
"No," says Wolfman. "Nobody sleeping here. I'm thinking."
"Thinking? Don't you know that thinking is what gets you killed up here, lieutenant?"
His voice lowers and sounds obscenely sexy as he says, "I know, but I haven't been able to shake the image of your ass from my mind."
Skylar is a little pissed by his remark. "You're damn lucky my missiles aren't armed, Wolfman. You'd be a lump of smoking charcoal on the desert floor right now."
"You think I'm kidding?" says Wolfman.
"Think I'm kidding?" she fires back, looking out at him in the F-14 next to her. She turns her attention back to the drill at hand. "Ok, gentlemen. That's enough for today. Return to base."
Back on the tarmac after all the planes have landed, Skylar and Cmdr. Whitehall discuss their drill as they stroll back to the locker room. Lt. Dawson races to catch up to Skylar.
"Lt. Mason, wait!" She stops and turns to see who called her name. "Please wait!"
"If you wanna stay in this school, Lieutenant, I suggest you keep your mouth shut." She starts walking away again, only to have Dawson walk along side of her.
"I want to apologize. That was totally uncalled for. Very unprofessional." Skylar temporarily goes nuts and drops her black helmet and flight bag to grab Dawson by the shoulders and slam his back into the wall.
"Let's forget about the fact that we're both the same rank, ok? The only reason why I'm teaching you how to be a better fighter pilot is because women aren't allowed to fly. If I had a dick and no tits, you'd be my wingman and keeping the bogies off my ass!" He sees the anger and determination in her eyes, but she's not finished. "You read me?"
He doesn't know what to say. Never in his life has he seen a woman explode with such anger. "Yes, ma'am. I read you... loud and clear." She calms down somewhat and lets him go.
After a shower, Skylar heads to the parking lot to find her car, a red GTO SuperSport convertible, and head for home. As she tosses her briefcase and uniform in the backseat, she stops and looks up at the sky. "Shit." She walks back towards the locker rooms. As she gets closer, she sees Lt. Dawson standing outside the locker room talking to some of the other pilots. As he lights a cigarette, he glances up and sees Skylar. She waves him over.
He jogs over to her, not knowing if she's going to light into him again. "Yes, lieutenant?" he says carefully.
Trying to avoid eye contact, she says, "Look, I... ah... I want to apologize for ah... blasting you earlier. I lost my cool."
"No, you were right. I shouldn't have said that in front of the others. My... emotions got the best of me. I had no intentions of embarrassing you."
"Well, that's what you did. I spent the past seven years trying to fit into a 'man's' navy. I don't have friends here, I got buddies. I'm treated like I'm one of the guys. And I resigned myself to the fact that I'll never fly a jet as long as I'm a woman, so I'll do anything to get as close to that dream as I can."
"Lieutenant-"
"We're on civilian time."
He grins uneasily and says, "Skylar, you shouldn't have to sacrifice being a woman in order to achieve your dream."
She crosses her arms. "Tell that to the Defense Department."
He looks down at his feet, then back at her. "You... wanna... go out for a drink? I feel like I owe you one for what I said."
She sighs and says, "I'm not going to respect myself in the morning, but... alright."
Dawson and Skylar have been talking and drinking at "Salty's" most of the evening. They aren't guzzling, but instead they're drinking slowly and talking a great deal.
"So, how did you become interested in aviation?" he asks as he sips his beer.
"Through my grandfather. He was a Navy pilot during WWII. I remember, when I was a little girl, he would sit me on his lap and we'd flip through old photo albums. His face would light up like a Christmas tree when he'd see a picture of himself with his plane. He was so proud of that machine. I told him that I wanted to fly someday, and be just like him."
Dawson is touched by her story. "What did he think of that?"
"He said, 'My granddaughter's gonna own the wild, blue yonder. Just like her grandpa.'" She chuckles a little as she sips her beer. "He'd roll over in his grave if he saw me now."
"No, I think he'd be proud of you. He sounds like a man who would be proud of all of his grandchildren."
"Yeah," she says with a smile, "I guess you're right. My cousin is a pilot in the Marines at their base in El Toro." Skylar looks at her watch and says, "Look at the time. Quarter after one. We better get going."
"It's Friday. We don't fly again until Monday. What's the rush?"
"No reason, I just don't want to be out too late. That's all."
He looks at his beer bottle and says, "You're still mad at me, aren't you."
She sits back down next to him at the bar and orders another drink. "No. Bruised, yes. Mad, no."
Skylar and Dawson pull up outside his apartment. "See you Monday, lieutenant," she says as he opens the door.
Just as he's getting out, he settles back into the car seat. "We're on civilian time, Skylar," he says. She smiles a little.
"Richard."
Before he gets out again, he wants to set the record straight. "Look, about earlier. I have the worst timing when it comes to telling women what I'm feeling. I picked the wrong time to tell you... how I felt about you."
Skylar puts the car in park. "How you felt? About me?"
"Yeah. What I said up there was something that I wanted to tell you, but I should have waited until we were in private. And instead, I created a lot of tension between us. I'm truly sorry."
She can't help but be surprised that this gorgeous fighter pilot thinks she's attractive. "Well, I must admit, it surprised me. But I won't waste the rest of my life holding a grudge."
"You should."
"No. I shouldn't. Hey," she says as she puts her hand on his. "Don't lose sleep over this. It's over, it's done." He looks unsure about her forgiveness. He gets out of the car and closes the door. He turns to face her and leans on the door.
"Thanks. For the second chance."
She smiles and says, "You deserve it. Look, if ever you get bored and want to go to the officer's club, I live over on Nimitz. Right across the street from the Commodore Perry statue."
His face relaxes and he smiles. "Ok. I guess I'll... see you around."
"Yeah. Goodnight."
For the better part of the following day, Skylar was preparing lesson plans for the coming week. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate on her lessons, she couldn't stop thinking about Richard. Never in her wildest dreams did she ever think she'd be attracted to an older man. But he wasn't like any man she'd ever met. He was honest, caring and drop-dead gorgeous. Not a cobbled-up, shriveled hunchback that everyone imagines when you say "old man." She started to laugh to herself when the thought of him with no clothes on except for his white dress hat. All this fantasizing was making her a little warm, so she stopped working long enough to take a shower. As she walked down the hall after her cool shower, there was a knock at the screen door.
"Skylar?"
She continues walking to the kitchen. "Just a minute." When she gets closer to the door, she can see that it's Richard.
"Hi. I didn't expect to see you. Come on in."
My God. He dresses like a 26 year old. And makes it look good!!, she thought. He was wearing tight blue jeans with a beige knitted v-neck sweater over a white t-shirt. He took off his sunglasses and hung them on the front of his sweater as he stood near the door.
"What's up?" she asks.
"Nothing much. Just in the neighborhood, and I saw your car outside."
"Yeah, I started to park it out there because I ran out of room in the fridge." He laughed. "Come on it, grab a seat before they're gone," she invites. "Want a beer?"
"Yeah, sounds great." He looks around at the decor of her place. Photos of family and aircraft hang on the walls, including one of her grandfather with his plane that's placed right next to a photo of Skylar, standing with a pilot and their F-14 Tomcat. She returns with a couple of beers. "Can I be honest?" he asks.
"If you think your life's in danger," she says, winking at him.
Richard takes a swallow of beer before he begins. "I was... just making sure if you meant what you said last night. About not hating me."
Skylar tilts her head back and squints like she's thinking. "No, I changed my mind. I hate you. That's why I'm letting you drink my beer." She laughs and says, "Of course I meant what I said. I'm an officer in the US Navy. I don't lie."
Richard smiles, relieved that everything's fine, but he looks at his feet as he tries to conceal his elation. "Ok."
She's happy to know that he feels better about the situation. Skylar's never known a man who felt that bad about something he's said. Then she realizes her appearance. "I just got out of the shower and I wasn't expecting company. Hold on a minute." She jumps up and heads for her room.
"I think you look ok."
"Not in my ex-husband's boxers, I don't."
He's shocked. "Ex-husband?"
"Yeah. The bastard. Left me for some chick in the Air Force. And to top it all off, she's a mechanic. All I got to remember him by is his shorts."
"Damn."
She throws on her Marine Corp aviation tanktop and comes down the hall zipping up her fly and buttoning her jeans. "I don't care. We never had kids, so no one important got hurt during the separation." She watches his eyes look her all over. "Do I look ok now?"
"Uh huh." He takes another large swallow from his bottle then sets it down on the kitchen table. "Come on. I wanna go for a walk."
She leads him outside onto the deck where he takes off his socks and shoes. They both go down the steps until they reach the warm sand on the beach. Skylar heads for the ocean's edge, with Richard following along behind. They start to walk slowly along in quiet contemplation as the sea washes over their bare feet.
"Richard, how old are you?"
He doesn't hesitate to answer. "I'm 52. You?"
She starts to moan and laugh. "Promise not to laugh?"
"Promise."
After a brief pause, she says, "28."
"You're 28?"
"Yes," she laughs.
They stop walking and he turns her towards the sunset to get a better look at her. "You look so much younger than that." His fingers just graze her cheek. "But you're beautiful just the same." He steps back a little and starts to walk with her again.
"You know," she starts, "it seems funny that I'm teaching you. I mean, you should be teaching me."
"About what?"
"Aerial combat. You've been doing this a lot longer than I have. You know what you're doing."
"I don't always know what I'm doing. Remember yesterday?"
"Oh. That. Temporary loss of marbles, wasn't it?"
"Yeah, big time." He slowly slips his hand inside hers and squeezes it gently. "I could have thrown away a terrific friendship."
She smiles as she lets their hands swing together as they walk further down the beach.
As they get closer to a large rock formation, Richard stops but lets Skylar walk a couple more steps. When she realizes he stopped, she turns around and he gently pulls her back to him. Her arms have nowhere to go except around his waist. He wraps his arms slowly around her as they look each other in the eyes.
"You're not gonna do what I think you're gonna do, are you?" she asks with a sly grin.
"That depends," he says. "What do you think I'm gonna do?"
Skylar really doesn't want to say it, but she forces it out. "Kiss me?"
His mouth grins just slightly. "Only if you want me to." She doesn't show any resistance on her face, compelling him to lean into her just a little. Her arms squeeze him just a little, drawing him in a little closer. His hand comes up to her face and touches it as he lifts her chin with his finger. Softly, he presses his lips against hers, both of them closing their eyes. When they finish and back away, Skylar looks at him.
"Whoa. You know, you're the first man I've kissed since my divorce."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She laughs and says, "I was afraid I forgot how."
He lets her back out of his arms but he refuses to let go of her hand. They continue walking again. "How long has it been since you split from your husband?" he asks.
"A couple years. But it seems longer." She looks over at him. "How about you? I guess since you kissed me you're not with anyone."
He laughs. "I've never been married. Guess I'm not that lucky." He looks at her as she flinches. "Are you cold?"
"No. I'm fine."
He stops and takes off his sweater. "Here. Put this on." She takes it and wraps it around her shoulders. "I meant for you to put it on." He takes it off her shoulders and helps put it on over her head. "28 years old and you still need help dressing."
"Maybe getting dressed, but not undressed." She looks at the sweater as it hangs on her, the sleeves hiding her hands. Both of them start laughing.
"Um... I think you're too small for my sweater."
"No. I think your sweater is too big for me." She holds her arms open so she can get a better look at herself, but Richard steps into them and sets his hands on her waist, grabbing the sweater and synching it up to show off her figure. Skylar looks at his face, seeing that he's wearing a smile so genuine that he looks like a little boy.
"Oh, well," he says as he continues to laugh. She pushes the sleeves up to get her hands out in the open. She rests them on his chest, feeling his hard body underneath. His physique shows through the tight white shirt. He wraps her up in his arms again as they both continue to smile and laugh.
"Kiss me again," she asks out of the blue. He slowly stops giggling and looks deep into her eyes as his hands gently rub up and down her back. Skylar's fingers make their way up his chest and touch his face, drawing him closer to her. "Please."
Richard closes his eyes as her mouth touches his. He can feel their mouths getting warmer to the point of becoming white hot as their lips push hard over one another. Slowly his desire for her rises as he tastes the wet undersides of her lips. Skylar slowly lets her tongue go inside his lips, causing him to moan as his tongue slips forward to meet hers. Their lips open up and get out of the way so they may taste each other without any obstacles. He keeps one hand on her hip as the other comes up and touches her cheek, letting her know that he likes what she's doing. Her hands found their way onto the back of his head, holding him close and stroking his hair. She backs away but refuses to let him go.
"I haven't felt this comfortable with a man in a long time," she says as she continues to stroke his hair. "Especially a good lookin' man."
"Making you uncomfortable is the furthest thing from my mind." He says as he hugs her tightly. As they embrace, she speaks.
"I have to be honest with you. You are the most attractive fighter pilot I'd ever seen. My eyes almost popped out of my head when you walked into class yesterday."
"Really? More so than the younger guys?"
She shakes her head. "Much more than the younger guys. You looked like a million dollar dream in that white uniform."
"See, this is the time that I should have told you that I'm attracted to you. Now everyone in the squadron knows how I feel."
"About my ass?" she asks with a smile. He says nothing, just gives an affirmative nod.
"I bet you'd like to see it without the confines of a skirt, wouldn't you." Her fingers play with his dog tag chain. Richard doesn't have to say anything to let her know what he's thinking.
She decides to give him some instruction. Off the books, of course. "Well, lieutenant. Would you like a little... private lesson with your instructor?"
His eyes blink slowly as he smirks. "If you think it'll help me." With that, they both turn around and slowly head back to her apartment.
When they reach the back patio of her place, Skylar takes his hands and leads him up the stairs to the inside.
"What's the first lesson, lieutenant?" he asks as he's lead into the living room.
"First lesson is rather simple," she begins with a smile. "It starts with helping me out of your sweater." She puts both arms up as he begins lifting the shirt up and over her head. "Now take this one off." He smiles a little bit as he takes her tanktop off, tossing it aside.
"What's next?" He watches her hands rub down his chest as they start to un-tuck his t-shirt from his pants. She slowly lifts the shirt up to his nipples until he takes it and removes it from there. He looks at her as she gently touches his chest with her fingers, then her mouth. He smiles and holds her close as he says, "I like this lesson right here. Mmm, yeah..." She backs away slightly, takes his hands again and slowly leads him down the hall.
"Now we get to move on. This is where I help you... take your pants off." As they're walking, she releases his hands so she can unbutton his pants. As she drops his Levi's down to his knees, he bends down to free his legs from them.
"I think I'm getting the idea," he says with an evil, playful grin.
She returns his grin with one of her own and a 'come here' motion with her finger. As his hands work on her pants, he rests his face on her neck. He places hot, sweet kisses on her throat as his warm hands slid inside her jeans and worked them loose from her perfect backside. Her pants seemed to drop easier than his did, but neither of them seem to care. She continues to guide him towards her bedroom.
"What's next, teacher?" he asks in between kisses. She breaks away from him momentarily to escort him into the bedroom.
She seductively lays down on her bed and says, "A hands-on demonstration." He lays down next to her, leaning over and looking into her eyes. Skylar takes his dog tags off and throws them across the room, prompting him to do the same to her. She runs her hands up and over his thick shoulders until they come to rest around his neck, pulling him down onto her. Their noses are close enough to touch but don't.
"What do I get to put my hands on?"
"Anything you want to." She lifts her head to kiss his mouth, prying his lips apart with her tongue. But he surprises her by opening his mouth willingly, letting her tongue caress his. He lets his full weight rest upon her as he lets his tongue explore her deeply. Her hands start feeling the muscles on his back, rubbing the smooth skin that covers them as his hands hold her close.
"Can I... put my hands all over you?" he asks in a seductive whisper, bringing one hand up to lightly touch her chin.
"...Yes..." He starts to lovingly layer slow, hot kisses from her chin down to just above her breasts. "...Keep going..." she pleads with her fingers in his hair.
Richard gently gnaws on the skin that isn't hidden underneath her bra. He goes from one to the other hoping to please her. With his face buried in her bosoms, his hands work to unhook her as she lies on her back. His hands slide out and up to her shoulders, sliding the straps down towards him. He stops kissing her chest as he takes the bra off completely, letting her breasts sit undisturbed. She smiles as he tenderly rubs his fingers over her nipples, making them stand at hardened peaks.
"What do you think?" she asks him playfully as she tousles his hair.
"I think... your ex... is an asshole for denying himself... the pleasure of letting your body... get close to his..." He lets his tongue make a slick trail between her mounds before he begins sucking on her nipples.
"Aaaahhh... yeah..." Her hands went from his head down to his back, then down just inside the waistband of his military issue boxers. Her fingers touched the top of his warm, smooth ass, making him moan.
"Do you really want me?" he asks as proceeds down her chest, to her stomach, then finally to below her navel.
"...Yes...."
"Do you want me to show you... how a real man is supposed to love a woman?"
"Yes.... make me scream for mercy... yes..."
He gets up and rests on his knees as he pushes his shorts down, watching her face as he exposes his stiff extension. She stays reclined as she attentively watches him kneeling between her thighs.
"Ooo, yeah...." she says. "This is gonna be fun."
Once he pulls his shorts off, he begins the sensuous task of removing hers. He carefully takes hold of her shorts at the sides and begins to tug them down. She pushes her hips towards the ceiling, making it easier for him to slip them off. After he pulls them down to her knees, she lowers herself again and watches him as he throws them carelessly on the floor. He looks deep into her eyes as he gently touches her skin, running his fingers over the full length of her legs and flat belly.
"When two people make love, they're worshiping each other's bodies. In the most sensuous way possible. And when you reach the point of ultimate pleasure, that's when your souls touch."
"Mmm... wow..." she says, soaking up every movement of his hands. "I never thought of it that way."
Richard holds his hand out to her as he gets up and moves to the foot end of the bed. "Come here." She takes his hand, gets up and walks around the bed to him, not sure of what he's going to do, but willing to go along with it. "Turn around and lean up against me." Skylar does as he commands. He guides her backwards until she sets herself down on his lap, putting her sex on his thigh. "Relax, love. I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to touch you." His arms come around her and embrace her, squeezing very lightly. As his arms open, he lets his hands stoke her soft skin, moving up and down her arms and around her neck. She reaches back behind her to touch his face and run her fingers through his hair as his lips dance across her shoulders. Looking down at her breasts, she sees his hands moving slowly over them, his fingers rubbing under and across her hard nipples.
"My God," she gasps. "Aaaahhh..."
"Is this ok?"
"It's unbelievable." Her hand finds its way into his hair and rides his head as he kisses her.
"There's so much more to sex than just the act, darlin'," he says. "It should involve the entire body, not just the obvious areas. You've got to touch the other person, to hold them, snuggle them... caress them..."
His light touch is creating a tingling sensation all over her body that's emanating from between her legs. His actions are nothing short of magnificent. Then he picks her up in his arms and lays her back down on the bed. Richard lowers his body down onto hers, feeling her naked warmth against his own nakedness. Passionately she kisses him as they hold one another.
"I'm gonna love you in ways your husband never could. I'm gonna satisfy you..."
If he means everything he's says, this will be a night that she'll always remember. "Please," she begs in between their passionate kisses, "the suspense is killing me." Skylar brings her knees up around in desperation.
"Don't rush it, love. Let it build. Believe me, it'll be worth it."
She gets lost in the green forests of his eyes. They both look deep into each other's minds and souls, making an almost spiritual connection as they touch each other. For the first time in her life, Skylar was finding out what love really was. It's more than just holding hands and intercourse. Love is an art, something that must be mastered. Like a painter who mixes certain colors for his canvas, Richard has blended touch with a soothing voice to paint an exciting picture for Skylar. He's using something to stimulate all of her senses: he smells good, he's handsome, gentle, his kisses are sweet like candy, and his voice is as soft and as warm as fleece blanket on a cold winter's night.
Feeling a hot wetness on his cock from where her legs met, Richard props himself up on his hands like he was going to do push-ups. To her, his arms looked just like the strong stone pillars that held up a glorious Roman temple. She watches his face as he bites his lip the moment he penetrates her, joining their bodies together. Ever so gently he begins to rock her back and forth.
"Mmmm..." he says as he closes his eyes, losing himself in their passion. He can feel her holding his arms as they slowly and rhythmically sway in time with each other.
"Take it slow... real slow.... aahh..." she instructs. Richard's thrusts are direct but not forceful. At least, not yet. He carefully pushes deeper inside with each stoke, letting her body get used to his size. It didn't take long before she could accommodate him completely.
"You feel... so incredible..." she moans as he massages her inner tissues. Skylar watches his body push against hers with a steady, almost graceful current.
"You make it feel that way... aaaahhh..." he says as he cranes down and kisses her. She strokes his chest and stomach, feeling his hard abdominal muscles constrict and release as he jostles to and fro.
"God, you're good..." she groans as her hands slide off of him, her arms laying open by her head. "...Oh, yeeeaaahh..."
"Practice... makes perfect..." he heaves. "I wanted to be good... before I met a woman... who could appreciate me..."
She can see his face clenching with pleasure as he asks, "Please let me... do you a little faster..."
"Yes," she whispers, "do me faster... ooh...."
She could feel his body bouncing against hers as he starts to thrust a little faster. Her eyes close as she lets him work his magic all over her, inside and out. He watches happily as her head rolls around in delight.
"Feels like.... every nerve in my body.... is going to explode...." she pants.
"That's what... it's supposed to feel like...." He tosses his head back and opens his mouth slightly. "Aaahh... you're gonna give me... a heart attack..."
"Do... you wanna stop?"
"No.... aaaahh.... this is the way I wanna go... ooohh...." he moans, "making love to you..." He leans down and kisses her neck again. "Stop my heart, Skylar... kill me... Let me have it..." he breathes in her ear.
"I don't... wanna kill you..." she says as she holds Richard's face to her neck. "I want you... to do this to me forever..."
He slows his thrusting down for a moment as he looks in her eyes. "If you want me.... I'll be here..." This brings a small smile to her face. She holds his face to her neck as her legs tighten their grip around his waist. As he kisses his way up to her ear, he giggles a little and says, "You... are gonna have... the most intense... mind-altering orgasm..."
"How can you tell?.... aahhh..." she asks him as she fights for air.
"You're gonna make me... have one... I want to... give one to you..."
"Don't let me... stop you..."
Richard pulled himself back up to his original position, only this time gripping her hips as he snapped forward into her.
"Aaahh... yeeess," she wails. "Ooohhh... right there.... don't stop... don't stop!..." The pitch of her voice raises just a little as he gets just a bit more aggressive.
He looks down at her nether mouth and watches as he slides in and out of her. Just the sight of them together almost pushes him to the point of spilling. "Oh, man... are you ready?"
Skylar quickly takes his hands and puts one on her abdomen and the other just above her pleasure mouth. His fingers find their way to her sensitive node and begin to pinch it gently. Almost immediately her loins explode with the force of the orgasmic atom bomb he dropped into her. She grabbed the brass bars of the headboard as he drilled her as hard as he could. Both of them screamed and shouted as their bodies jerked for several minutes until the last drops of desire were extinguished within. He holds his position over her as he looks at the woman who made him feel young again.
Physically drained, Richard lays down on top of her, resting his head on her heaving chest. Skylar holds his tired body gently as they both try to catch their breath.
"Are you gonna make it?" she jokes, petting his damp silver hair.
He laughs and says, "Yeah, I'll make it. To tell you the truth, I've never felt more energized in my life."
She kisses his forehead as he lays his head back down. "You move like a 20 year old. You can't be as old as you say you are."
"I am." Keeping his head down, he turns his eyes up to her. "I'm really 52. You just make me feel younger."
Both of them laugh as she moves to get under the blankets. He follows her under and takes her in his arms. They become very comfortable and slowly fall asleep.
Four hours later, Skylar wakes up. She looks around to find that Richard is still holding her close. A smile finds its way onto her face as she rolls over to face him.
He looks so peaceful, she thinks to herself. She leans in and kisses his chin, then slinks up to his lips. He kisses her back without opening his eyes.
"Good morning," she says. Slowly, his eyelids crack open to show off the ice cold gems she has come to love so much.
"Nnnngggrrr..." he says as he stretches. Once he gets awake, he remembers what they did a short time ago. "Hey, baby." She kisses him again before she crawls out of bed. He watches her naked form walk across the room to get their dog tags. Just watching her move nude across the floor sent a jolt down to his pleasure handle.
"What are you doing?" he asks.
She tosses his tags on the bed. "Going out for a jog. Why?"
He sits up and puts on his tags, then he lays back down. "After that wonderful workout we just had?"
Skylar smiles and picks up her shorts and puts them on. "Sounds crazy, doesn't it? But I always go for a jog in the evenings."
"But... can't you skip it for tonight? I need you here."
She stops dressing for a second and looks at him. "Need me?"
He throws the blankets off and exposes his hard, naked body. "Yes. I need you. Again." He slides his hand down between his legs and takes his cock. "Please." With that, he starts to slowly massage it.
Her eyes leave his as she watches him manipulate himself. A wet warmth starts between her legs again as she sees his hand stroke that wonderful organ that brought her so much pleasure only a few hours earlier.
"You have no idea," she begins, "what you're doing to me right now." She licks her lips as she watches him get harder. Her breathing becomes a little faster.
"Come here and save me," he says. She stood across the room and watched him continue to stroke himself as he ran one hand through his hair and closed his eyes. He looked so fine, she couldn't take anymore.
"You didn't have to do that," she says as she takes her shorts off again.
He sees her walking towards him so he leans back against the brass headboard, still holding himself. She climbs on top of him and rests on his thighs before she lets the fun begin.
"I watched you, now you get to watch me," she says as she sticks a finger in her mouth. After getting it wet, she placed it between her legs on the little fleshy hood above her cleft. He watches with hungry eyes. As she entertains him, she starts to move over his lap the same way she will move over his hard manhood. She made some suggestive movements with her tongue, teasing him and enticing him to lean forward. Their tongues flicked each other as if they both had a mind of their own. Skylar continued to rub herself and kiss him as she leaned forward and lowered herself onto his hot, strong cock. Slowly and effortlessly she begins to oscillate over him, watching his body flex. He sat back and let her work herself on him, every once in a while handling her breasts and kissing her chest. She set her hands on his shoulders as she moved, feeling his hands touch her hips and then move to her back.
"Oohhh, yeah...." he moans. He leans forward and keeps one hand on her back as the other travels up to her neck to hold her as she bounces. "Yeah, that's it... aaahh... come on..."
"Ooohh, God.... aahhh..."
"It won't take me long... to come this time..." he pants.
"Me neither... oohh... I think I'm... aaahhh!..."
Richard begins to bang her as hard as he can from a seated position. As she's drowning in pleasure, he's just beginning his luscious ride.
As he pushes the last of his love into her, he lays back against the brass rails again. He watches as she rides the last waves of passion into shore. She straddles him with her eyes closed, her mouth open and head tipped back slightly.
"Us old guys still got it," he says with a smile.
"You old guys never lost it." She laughs as she dismounts and sits on the bed next to him. "I thought you would have been spent from earlier."
"Never," he says as he tickles her and kisses her.
Later that evening, after they went for a jog on the beach, Richard made plans to spend the night. Skylar had no objections and liked the thoughts of a man around her house. Both of them were in the kitchen when the phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hello, Mason. This is Cmdr. Whitehall. Have you seen Lt. Dawson?"
She looks at Richard, who looks back with concern written all over his face. "Yes, sir. He's standing right next to me."
"Put him on."
She hands Richard the phone. "Cmdr. Whitehall. He wants to talk to you."
His eyebrows go up as he takes the phone. "Lt. Dawson, sir. What's wrong? Uh huh... what?... Yes, sir. We're on our way." He hangs up.
"What's going on?" she asks.
"We're on scramble. Come on!" Both of them dart for her car and zip over to the base.
All pilots and RIO's are being briefed by Whitehall. "This is the situation. The Russians are encroaching into American airspace over the Pacific. Now, about two hours ago, approximately 1930 hours, four Soviet fighter aircraft were picked up on radar and they were heading this way. Your job will be intercept them, but do not engage. Engage only if you have been fired upon. No reason to start a war over some pilots with itchy trigger fingers." He picks up a clipboard and reads off who will be flying with who.
"Here are your plane assignments. Masters, you will fly with McDougall. Huntington, you will fly with Deitrich. Harrison, you're with Berger. Mason, I'm putting you with Dawson. His RIO turned in his wings this morning."
RRRRRAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!
Everyone jumps out of their chairs and runs out towards the runway as the scramble buzzer sounds. For a few moments, Richard and Skylar forget about what happened that afternoon.
She follows him to his plane and climbs in the backseat. The plane captain helps them both get strapped in as they get ready to taxi. Once strapped into their jet, the canopy closes down and the captain gives the signal to taxi down the runway.
As they slowly roll down the cement runway, Richard says, "HUD check, everything's ready to go. Are we gonna kick ass, Blackjack?"
"I'd rather kick it than kiss it." He laughs and sticks his hand as far back behind him as he can.
"Help me get us back alive."
She takes his hand and gives it a firm squeeze. "Roger that, Wolfman. All systems go, radar is on, weapons are armed. I'm ready when you are."
Blackjack and Wolfman are third in line for runway clearance. While they wait, Richard switches to a private frequency to talk to Skylar.
"Hey," he says.
"Hey, hey."
"You nervous?"
"We'll find out if we get shot down."
"Don't you worry." He waits a few seconds before he speaks again. "Skylar?"
"Yes?"
He lowers his voice and says, "I had fun this afternoon. You know, just the two of us."
"So did I. I didn't feel that great on my honeymoon," she says with a laugh. "Thank you."
"Why are you thanking me?"
"For showing me what love is."
He doesn't know what to say to her. All he can do is look back at her in the rear view mirror. Dead air takes over their channel until the tower breaks in. "This is Control Tower. You are clear for takeoff on runway 3-0."
Richard speaks into his mask, "Roger Tower." He starts the jet taxiing down the tarmac to the end of the runway. Both of them secure their masks before takeoff.
"Alpha Bravo, you are clear for take off," says the tower.
"Roger," answers Richard. "Ready back there?"
"Let's light this mother up."
The plane starts to roll down the strip, gradually picking up speed. As they near the end of the runway, Richard breaks in and says, "This is just a normal maneuver I do, so hold on tight." Once they have cleared the runway, he retracts the landing gear and without warning, he pulls back on the stick, throwing the Tomcat into a steep 90 degree climb.
"Holy... shit...!" she says as the G-forces hit her from out of nowhere. She uses her training to prevent her from passing out from lack of blood to the brain. Just as she's about ready to conk out, Richard levels the plane off.
"Whoooo!" he yells.
"Wolfman, when we get back to terra firma, remind me to kick your ass..."
Then the most feared signal from any fighter pilot comes over the waves. "Mayday, mayday! Blaze's been hit! He's going down and I got bogies all over me!"
"Lonestar, this is Wolfman. I'll be there in ten seconds."
"Hurry!"
Skylar radios the base and gets a recovery helicopter dispatched to the area as soon as possible. Richard comes from underneath the action and locks onto a target right away. "I got a lock, I got a lock... firing!" A Sidewinder missile rocks their jet as it speeds towards the black Russian plane, blowing it into a thousand different directions.
"Nice shot, Wolfman," says Skylar. Suddenly there is a squeal inside their cockpit. She turns around in her seat and looks out the canopy behind them.
"Holy Jesus, where did he come from? He's getting a lock on us!"
"Alright, hang on!" Richard yanks the bird into a sharp bank in hopes of shaking his trace.
"He's still right behind us."
"I can't shake him!"
"Yes you can! Kick the afterburners wide open."
"What?"
"Trust me!"
He throttles up and streaks off. "Ok," she says, "when he closes in on you, shut off your afterburners, pull up, and let him fly right by you. You'll only have a second to recover so dip back down quick and get on his tail."
"Got it."
She looks behind them. "Alright, here he comes. Get ready. On three, cut your speed. Three... two... one... cut speed!"
He pushes the throttle forward and pulls back on the control stick, letting the bogey zip right underneath them. Once he has a visual of enemy, he powers up and locks onto him.
"I'm goin' to guns. I'm in too close." He squeezes the trigger and fires a few rounds at the intruder. Richard laughs as the plane spills a little fuel before blowing up.
"Hot damn! It worked!"
"Of course it worked. I've done it before." She turns her attention back to Lonestar. "Lonestar, this is Blackjack. How're you holding up?"
"A walk in the park now, Blackjack. You guys got here just in time. I bagged a couple of these guys and Dealer got three."
"Glad to hear it. Tell the tower we took out the garbage, will ya?"
"Roger."
After their de-briefing, the pilots and RIO's are released and allowed to leave the base. Everyone is heading over to "Salty's" to celebrate, but Richard and Skylar stay behind. They take a slow walk out to the tarmac and look at the sunset as the jets are silhouetted against it. Skylar climbs up the ladder into the pilot's seat of Richard's jet and sits inside.
"Someday," she says hopefully, "someday I'll be in this seat." He climbs up the ladder and sits on the edge of the cockpit.
"That'll be something. Maybe then you can be my wingman, eh?"
"Yeah." She looks out at the sun. "Damn, I wish I could fly."
He smiles. "You've got what it takes. You yanked on my stick pretty good." She gets up and sits on the headrest.
"And I'll do it again, too."
"Promise?"
She says nothing, but she smiles and shakes her head 'yes.'
"Now?"
"Not in the cockpit, there's no room."
"No shit, Sherlock. I meant go back to your place and... you know..."
"Fool around?"
"Yeah. Fool around. All night long, all over the house. Maybe even the backseat of your car."
She looks like she's thinking it over, but she knows they're going to make love again. "I don't know. You drive a hard bargain." She leans towards him. "On one condition."
"Name it."
"Let me out of the plane so we can get home. And... fool around all over the house."
He jumps down off the ladder and helps her down. "Maybe," she begins as they start away for the car, "we can go over to your place when we run out of places at my pad."
"I don't believe you just said that. I think I'm dreaming!"
"No. Dreaming happens when you sleep. And I'm nowheres near tired. Are you up for it?"
He looks down at his crotch. "I'm up right now." She looks down to see that he wasn't lying. Both of them scurry off to her car and speed for home.