(Authors Note) Pt. 6 is very long. As Ethan's life changes directions, there is a lot of background that needs to be explained. This story contains some episodes of Non-violent Bondage/Roleplaying, adultery, Incest, and variations of sexual encounters. All Characters are at least 18 years old.
The Masseur Pt. 06
***Learning to fly***
When I walked into my new home in Park City, Utah. I was impressed by the work that had been done. Jacobsen had hired the best for me. I had the workout machines I wanted, and they were in their own room next to the indoor pool. The place had been cleaned top to bottom. He'd also put on contract a pool service, house cleaning, laundry, and food service company for me. I would never have to go to the grocery store or liquor store unless I needed something special!
The most expensive thing I had done was to install a hidden room in the basement. I'd learned from Tami that insurance was a good thing. Every room in the house now had been wired with video cameras. Military-grade that were undetectable unless you knew what to look for. All of them connected to a computer and hard-drive set up in my secret room. It wasn't to spy on people but to provide proof of what goes on in my house if someone tried to blackmail me.
I didn't waste any time on my flying lessons. I signed up at old man Zimmerman's Cessna Pilot center and was scheduled to take my first lesson the next day. But first, I needed a vehicle, so I went to the nearest dealership and paid cash for a new S.U.V. It was a dark blue Toyota Highlander with 4-wheel drive. I was told I'd need it when winter came, so I went with it.
***
My introduction flight was in a Cessna 150. A little two-seat airplane that looked more like a bug than something that would fly. My instructor introduced herself as García Sanchez, but I was to call her Grace. Now I appreciate a good looking woman, and Grace was stunning!
A beautiful Latina woman that could easily have been a model. I guessed that Grace had to be around 25 years old. She had long, thick black hair, dark brown eyes, and sensual big full lips on her beautiful face. She had a beautiful brownish/olive skin tone. To top all of that, were her curves. I followed her around the airplane as she pointed out the various parts and explained what they did.
She certainly wasn't fat but deliciously curved. The front of her flight suit bulged with her breasts. And I couldn't take my eyes off her butt when she bent over to point out the landing gear and brakes. Her butt wasn't large but had a beautiful round shape that made me want to grab it.
She made a lot of eye contact with me as she explained things. I found myself trying to pay attention and wanting to unzip the front of her flight suit down and see her boobs.
"Are you paying attention?"
"Huh, yeah, sorry I was thinking about work."
"You need to put all that away when you are going to fly," She told me, "You have to concentrate, or you'll end up dead."
"Got it!"
I was a little embarrassed because we both knew I'd been staring at her tits. I got over it quickly when I realized a woman like her was probably used to it. The only thing I didn't like was the wedding ring on her finger. I knew It would make things a lot harder if I made a play for her.
I climbed in the left door, which is the pilot's seat, and she took the right one. We went through a check-list and started the engine. It seemed simple enough with a steering wheel (Yoke.) I thought it was like a car, but you steer with your feet on the ground. I zigzagged a bit because I wanted to use the yoke.
Grace gave me instructions, and I quickly got the hang of it. We did this engine run-up to check the magnetos, which are the things that make the spark plugs work. Then we taxied out to the runway, and she talked to the tower for permission.
Grace told me, "Hold on to the controls, and keep your feet on the rudder pedals lightly so that you can get the feel of this."
Grace pushed the throttle forward, and the little plane quickly began to run down the runway. When we reached 60 knots, she pulled back on the yoke, and we began to climb out. I could feel it more than I ever had in a commercial jet. It was exciting seeing the ground get smaller below me.
We flew to what was called a training area, and she demonstrated some basic flight maneuvers and then let me try them. It was amazing to actually be flying a plane! By the time the hour was almost up, and she landed the plane. I felt pretty confident already.
After parking the plane and tying it down. We walked back towards the office.
"Ethan, are you sure you've never flown before?" Grace asked me.
"Nope, that was my first time. Why?"
"Because you picked it up so fast."
"That's good, huh?"
Grace stopped and smiled at me, "You might be a natural but don't let it go to your head. You still have a lot to learn."
"You're the boss."
She laughed, and we went inside to get my book to study for the written test. Grace and I would have a year's long friendship that started that day. And I owe her a lot for teaching me how to fly.
***
I soloed with just five hours of dual instruction when it usually takes 10 or more hours. It was quite the feeling of flying alone the first time and not having Grace in the right seat to save me if I screwed up! When I did my 3 touch and goes, and parked the plane. Grace took me inside and signed my logbook.
Then she wrote on the back of my T-Shirt the date, first Solo, and signed her name. Then to my surprise, she cut out that big square that she had written on! All around the office walls were many shirt cut-outs signed and hung up. I got to hang mine on the wall with them and went home without a shirt!
To keep this from getting boring, I'll say that with unlimited funds and no job, I progressed rapidly. When you can log 5-8 hours a day, you move along pretty fast. My love life suffered during this time, and I had to drop down to one pill a day or wear out my cock masturbating!
I hoped that would change sooner than later.
***
Summer was coming on, and I went out for a run after working out on the weight machines. There were trails all over the property through the woods, and it was beautiful! I was jogging down the path when I came upon a girl dressed in shorts like me. She had on a t-shirt that said, "Park City H.S. Track."
She was stretching her legs and looked surprised to see me. I stopped and put my hands on my hips, catching my breath.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, Are you new around here?" She asked, straightening up and looking at my face.
"Ethan Lee, I just moved in."
"I'm Mandy Hamilton," She replied, "I live down Copper Mine Street."
She was a tall girl around 5' 8" or 9". She had dirty blonde hair pulled back into a ponytail. It was easy to see she was a distance runner. With a thin and athletic body, long legs, small boobs, and lovely green eyes.
"Yeah, I moved in a couple of weeks ago."
"Really, where at?"
"I gave her the address."
"Oh, we heard someone bought Hanson's place."
"Yeah, I'm getting used to it."
"Your folks liking it so far? She asked.
I laughed, "No, they haven't seen it yet."
"Huh?"
I guess she didn't expect someone not much older than her to have that kind of money.
"I bought it, lock stock and barrel."
"Sorry, it's really none of my business, but you seem kind of young to be buying a big place like that."
"No problem, I get that a lot," I told her, "Come on, let's jog, and I'll tell you about the businesses I own."
I took off down the trail at an easy jog, and she caught up with me. I told her about the work out centers but not that I'd inherited them. She seemed pretty impressed and opened up about her own family.
"I bet you run cross-country," I told her as we jogged on a trail that led back to my house, "You in High School?"
"I graduated already, going to college this fall," She replied, "How'd you know I ran cross-country?"
"Your body looks like it was made for long-distance."
