15: Take off
You make an amazing breakfast," I complimented Kelly. He was showing a creative cooking side that totally impressed me. He had pulled together a gourmet breakfast of pecan waffles, fresh fruit, and scrambled eggs with smoked ham. We both sat in the warm sun enjoying the moment. Plus he looked amazing wrapped inside the colorful swimsuit. "What are you doing this afternoon?" I asked as we finished up breakfast.
"No plans, just hanging out, you got any ideas,". Kelly asked. He gave me his best inviting smile.
"I have to run out to the farm for a few hours," I replied. "But after, I have a surprise idea, maybe around 2? You are welcome to hang here if you want." I added.
"I promised Sky and Alice lunch, but 2 sounds great."
"Deal," I replied. "Plan to stay over, too."
We made short order of the dishes and I headed off to change into jeans and a pull over shirt. When I returned Kelly was out lakeside playing with Ashland, still bare chested and in his swimsuit. "Wow, look at you, right down to the Deere hat," he teased.
"Yeah, the other side of me, potato farmer," I replied. We chatted for a few minutes then Kelly grabbed me for a hug. It was very sweet, and sent a clear message that we were becoming very close. We parted and I headed out to the truck, Ashland trotting along side me.
"Hey," Kelly called out. "Mind if I keep wearing your Funky Trunks?" he asked. I gave him a thumbs up. I knew he was hooked.
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Alaina was still asleep as Peter quietly slipped out of the cozy hotel room. The weather was beach perfect, unseasonably warm heading for a hot day on Maine standards. The wind was calm and the Sky crystal clear. It was just past six, the hotel was quiet, but for a sole swimmer trying his best to do laps in the modest hotel pool. Peter was still aroused, not erect, inside his orange print Tyr swimsuit with its two inch sides. Other than the swimsuit, he only had on running shoes and no show socks. Unlike the first day, he was confident, even comfortable in just his swimsuit. He noticed the guy in the pool was in a brief suit, as well. Peter smiled at the irony that the only two guys awake were both swimsuit dudes.
Peter crossed over the dunes, the wood footbridge flexing with each landing step. The tide was in, making the beach narrow. He headed north, the ocean to his right, passing the guard stand of last nights endeavor. A tingle of erotic urge pulsates through Peter as his mind wandered back. The two mile run went by fast, as Peter turned back south at the outcrop of cliffs that marked the far north end. Two cute young ladies watched as the muscular Peter ran by, his body glistening with sweat, his tight swimsuit clinging to him. He looked hot in every sense of the word.
As Peter finished his run, Alaina made her way to the beach. She watched as Peter, seeing her, sprinted that last 100 yards of the five miles. He grabbed Alaina's hand and pulled her to him. "I love you," Alaina said as they embraced at the base of the footbridge, Peter still sweating from his run. Alaina soaking up his moisture in her yellow and pink bikini, not minding a bit. He felt so masculine in her embrace. She slid her leg between his, feeling him as she gently rocked. He grew aroused and hard.
"I love you, too," Peter replied. He was now rock hard, very aroused. After the escape from the guard stand, Alaina fell fast asleep, leaving Peter with a pent up urge to explode. He could feel that urge growing rapidly, the tight swimsuit feeling very stimulating on his sensitive man parts. He pulled her tight into him, wetness seeping into his swimsuit. Peter quickly was right back to the erect and aroused state he ended with last night, unreleased desire mounted up. The soft Lycra of his Tyr swimsuit struggling to contain him. Alaina's gentle rocking exciting him more and more.
"Don't let go," Peter whispered in her ear as he felt Alaina start to pull away. He wrapped his legs tight and close. She felt him, every bit of his hardness. His legs wrapped tight on hers, a powerful grip as he pressed into her body. The beach was still quiet as Peter and Alaina became absorbed in each other.
"I want to hold you," Alaina whispered as she slid her hand down Peter's chest and wrapped her palm and fingers over the front of his massively bulging suit. "You feel amazing," she added softly as Peter started to moan. He could feel the urge of explosive release swelling inside him.
Peter's body jolted as the first surge shot from him. Alaina held him, feeling every powerful thrust as the long awaited climax exploded within the tight swimsuit. Peter's heart raced, his breathing hard. The tiny swimsuit was getting soaked. Alaina felt the final thrusts of release tail off. "I hope that was as amazing for you as it felt for me,". Alaina said.
"You know how to turn me on,". Peter replied. "Thank you," he added.
After a long dip in the ocean, the cute couple went on their last walk on the beach. They looked romantic and cute, her in the tiny bikini and him in the sleek, colorful swim brief. A long drive home ahead of them.
"This was awesome," Peter said.
"Magical," Alaina replied.
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The afternoon was perfect for flying. The sky was still clear, very light winds and only a few reports of mild chop at 1500 feet. I guided my four passenger Cessna on a 500 foot flyover of the lake, a warning to boaters that I was coming in for landing. Clearing the east shore I turned back on final approach to the west, heading into what little breeze there was. Two kayaks far left and a slow pontoon far right gave me a straight run down the middle of the nine mile long lake. The pontoons skimmed the water, a perfect touchdown, the plane was now a boat, as I put it to headway speed and taxied to my house. "There is something cool about landing on the lake," I thought to myself. I idled at the dock and jumped out into the water, latching Betty, my nickname for the plane, the the tie down. My jeans soaked to the crotch with water, I walked around and freed Ashland from the co-pilot seat, he jumped to the dock. It was a bit past 1:00, time to get changed and pull together a lunch basket for our next adventure.
"How about if I pick you up?" I texted Kelly.
"Perfect," he replied. "What should I wear? What are we doing?"
"What are you wearing now?" I texted back
"Your swimsuit," he replied.
"Perfect, I will wear mine, too" I typed back with a smiley face. "Be there shortly."
I changed into my Aussiebum Superhero swimsuit. I matched it with a red tank, and grabbed two back up pairs of shorts, one for Kelly, in case we needed them. I also threw in a couple extra swim briefs, just in case.
Ashland laid across the back seat of the plane as I did my preflight check. I had never mentioned to Kelly that I was a pilot, so this was going to be a total surprise. I started the engine and guided the plane slowly out from the dock. It was not the first time I had flown wearing just a swimsuit, a very brief swimsuit, but I always found it a bit humorous.
"I hope you aren't afraid to fly," I called to a very surprised Kelly. He looked handsome standing at the end of the dock, naked but for the colorful swimsuit he was wearing. He had switched to a different Funky Trunks classic cut. "Cute Funkies," I added.
"So cool," Kelly said excitedly. Alice came out to see the plane, as well. She had on a red print one piece, still wet from swimming.
"Sky will be so jealous," Alice said to Kelly as he climbed aboard.
I reached in my bag and handed Kelly a Tshirt. "It can get a little cool up there." As he put it on, I promised Alice a trip sometime. I then handed her a map of our flight plan. "I always try to leave this with someone, just in case...".
We taxied out to the middle of the lake and took of heading WNW into mild breezes. "Take off is pretty fun on the water," I said to a very excited, somewhat nervous Kelly through the headset. The engine quickly reached full power and the plane bounced over the mild chop of the water, lifting off and climbing over the lake. Our next adventure started with a picture perfect take off.
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