The Beechcraft Baron or BE-55 is a, what is called a heavy light twin engine airplane. I say heavy because it's a bigger twin engine but not a large commercial twin engine. It seats six passengers but flies like a commercial twin, very stable, fast, pressurized cabin (when you wish to fly over 10,000 feet), auto-pilot (not Otto Pilot from the movie Airplane) and a pretty spacious cockpit. The earlier version of the BE-55 has what is called a "Throw Over Yoke". See, the plane has only one door to get in and out, Beechcraft saw that the yoke (steering wheel for non pilots) got in the way of the people getting in and out so they designed it so the yoke could be used from either of the front seats. They changed the design in later models and yokes are on both sides. Does that make sense? Imagine it's a car with one wheel that can be moved while driving down the road to the passenger side so someone else can drive.
The day is bright, though there are climbing cumulus clouds in the morning sky. For me, perfect weather for flying, the temperatures are in the mid 70's and just a breath of a southerly breeze. I finished my preflight and weather briefing as I see her get out of her car at St. Augustine Airport. The plane is fueled up for her first flight lesson and I've filed a flight plan to St. Croix in the Bahamas. The weather brief was unremarkable for the hour and twenty minute flight.
To keep up appearances, I met Kathy as I do any student in the FOB office, shaking her hand and giving her a brief of the daily lesson, though we've been secret lovers for six months. I'm dressed as usual in my khaki shorts, blue Hawaiian silk shirt and tan canvas Topsider boat shoes...yeah I'm a beach bum by heart. The manager steps out of the office and I was able to comment on how nice and sexy she looked in her brightly flowered sundress with deep V cleavage that tied behind the neck.
"You'll like this too." she whispered in my ear, turning slightly in her chair in case the airport manager stepped back in. Lifting the hem of her dress she exposed a brief glimpse of the tuft of hair covering her hairy muff.
Instantly at the sight, my mind races and my cock swelled in my shorts. "I too have a surprise." I whisper back then open the bottom of my shorts to expose the soft pink head of my cock. The outline of my swollen cock was pronounced in my shorts and clearly, she saw I wasn't wearing underwear either. With a nod of my head toward the door we stand and quickly walk out before the airport manager comes back in and notices my bulge, our flushed face or the funny way I walked.
Climbing into the plane the "throw over yoke" is already on the left, where I take my seat as I instruct Kathy how to secure the door on her side of the plane. I read off the pre-start checklist out loud and turn on the headset, switching on the intercom. Engine one starts without a problem then two with just a little cough.
"Okay, let's do a run up and magneto test, then were off and into the wild blue yonder" I chuckle.
"Tell me...are you going to teach me a lesson or make me a mile high clubber?" she asked in a serious inquisitive voice at the end of the runway.
"Perhaps a little of both... this is where we do our TITS check." I say with a wry smile.
She immediately lifted her breasts out of her dress "Like this?" she queried.
"I do like checking your tits that's for sure but I mean the acronym is Time, Instruments Transponder and Safety." then clicking the transmit button. " St. Augustine tower this is Baron niner five five two eight ready for take off on two eight for a southeast departure with AWOS." I call.
Two seconds later the response comes back from the tower "Baron two eight, your cleared for take off on two eight."
"Roger cleared for two eight, thanks." Putting the plane on center line, I reduce the flaps twenty degrees and hold the brakes as I run the engines up to full throttle.
"Okay everything is in the green...hold on we're doing a short field take off demonstration." I warn. Releasing the brakes sharply the plane launches forward. "The airspeed is coming alive... forty...when we hit seventy I'm going to rotate slightly and fly in ground effect until I hit Blue line or one twenty miles per hour, then climb sharply...sixty, seventy here we go!" Off the ground only a foot or two, the plane accelerates even quicker "Blue line...hold on." I said in mocked excitement. We pitch up sharply until all that's seen is blue sky above. "Five hundred feet or clear obstacles flaps up, gear up and clean up... piece of cake huh?" I say in a matter of fact tone. But the look in her face wasn't matter of fact... the excitement of the experience left her with rosy cheeks and wild eyes.
