Disclaimer: Characters are not mine, obviously things would have been much different if they had been.
Bikini Girl and Bikini Girl June come before this story. You shouldn't have to read those first, but it might help!
This is my first attempt to post as I write versus completing the whole story first... I will do my best to update in a timely manner!
Bikini Girl: July
JULY 2000
She pulled out her suitcase and laid it on the bed before turning to the closet. They were leaving in 18 hours and 23 minutes for a holiday weekend at Frank and Trish Burnett's South Carolina beach house and she didn't know if she had ever been more excited.
"That's not going to work," Harm said as he reached for the suitcase, zipping it closed.
She turned, raising an eyebrow, "What am I supposed to use for luggage, then?" She asked as he reached into her closet to replace the suitcase with a sea bag.
"Harm, we're going to be gone for four and a half days, I need something bigger than that," she reached for the discarded suitcase.
"Four days at the beach, Mac," His voice turning low as he moved behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck, "All you need are some bikinis."
God, what this man could do to her. She could feel the heat instantly pooling between her legs. "Haaaarrm," she tried for a warning tone, but it turned to a whine as he nipped her earlobe.
Somehow, she managed to peel his arms from around her middle and step away. "I thought the point of this trip was to go somewhere that we didn't have to hide? To go out? You know, dinner, dancing?"
They had been keeping their relationship a secret for almost three months and as much as she enjoyed private nights at each other's apartments, Mac was tired of take out and movie rentals.
The couple tried going out two months in, driving 45 minutes out of the city to a salsa club in hopes they wouldn't run into anyone they knew. But sure enough, as soon as they walked in, they spotted a smiling Carolyn Imes (of all people!) in a booth to the side of the dance floor.
The excitement of a night out turned torturous. Mac yearned to touch and press against Harm as they moved across the floor. And when she didn't seem to be intimately connected to her partner, several men asked her to dance. After obliging one (old) gentleman and turning down two others, she could tell Harm was about to lose it and they left.
The only good thing was that the buildup of sexual tension made for an incredible night of lovemaking. Desire erupted as soon as they stepped out of the club. She thought they were going to do it right there against the outer brick wall until he dragged her to the car where they began the first of three – or was it four? – encounters. She honestly lost count after five orgasms.
She blushed at the memory before his voice snapped her back to the present, "Ok, so a few dresses and a lot of bikinis," he grinned.
"And what about my toiletries, underwear, pajamas…?" She knew his response before he even opened his mouth.
"They have plenty of toiletries there," Harm moved to pull her against him once more, "and you don't need any underwear or pajamas," grin in place and growing as his hands moved from her hips down and around to her backside.
Mac shook her head and rolled her eyes simultaneously, "It's a carry-on, why does it matter how big it is?"
He chuckled, "I know you like-" she cut him off with a finger to his lips, anticipating the innuendo. "Seriously, Harm, why can't I bring a normal sized suitcase?"
He sighed and loosened his grip, failing to meet her eyes. "Our ride doesn't have any overhead compartments."
It only took a moment for her to read his somewhat guilty expression. "Harmon Rabb, how long have you been planning to fly us there in your biplane?" She said, crossing her arms.
"Since I discovered tickets to Savannah were expensive and the flights were at terrible times. Plus, this way," he reached for her hand, "we can fly directly to the island and skip the hour-long drive to and from the airport."
She looked up, her brown eyes meeting his sad puppy-like expression. "Ok. Just… no emergency landings." She rested her hands on his chest, "and next time, let me know more than 18 hours before we have to leave."
"Yes, ma'am," he said as leaned in for a gentle kiss.
She pushed away when he pulled her closer, sliding his tongue into her mouth, "No more distractions, Squid. I need to figure out how to fit all my stuff in that tiny little bag." He tried the puppy expression again, but she wasn't buying. "Out!"
Mac pulled up next to the hanger and stepped out of her Corvette into the warm sunlight. Harm had taken the day off to get the plane ready for their trip while she had only requested the afternoon. They hoped that with different starting times, their requests for the same days off wouldn't be questioned.
She found him inside, tightening a bolt under one of the wings. His white t-shirt and hands were streaked with black grease as his bicep flexed to steady himself against the movement of the wrench. God, he was sexy. She wanted nothing more than to rip off his shirt and have him rub his dirty hands all over her naked body.
"Hey," he smiled, catching her stare as he took a rag out of his back pocket.
"Is something wrong with the plane?" she gestured to the open toolbox on the concrete floor.
He responded with a head shake, "Nope. Just triple checking to make sure everything is safe and ready to go."
"Good," she smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck to press into him.
Her scent mixed with that of the oil and metal was a turn on he had never experienced before. "I'm all greasy and I need to wash up," he tried to warn, the huskiness of his voice betraying his growing need to be inside of her.
She hummed against his neck, "You know what? I think I need to wash up, too."
"Oh, really?" he grinned, raising an eyebrow as his hands slid to the waist of her skin-tight jeans; his fingertips teasing a sliver of exposed skin.
"Yeah," she pulled back as she threaded her fingers through his hair, "I'm feeling a little," her tongue rested at the top of her mouth, "…dirty." She smiled back at him.
He moaned and moved his hands to her rear, squeezing as he lifted, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist.
Kisses trailed down her neck as he pressed her against the side of the plane. The height and curve of the body met them at an odd angle, forcing Mac's feet back to the ground. "Damn," he breathed, "I've always fantasized about that, guess it's not really possible."
"About what? Having your way with a woman against your plane?" At his sheepish smile, she continued, "You've never…?"
He raised his eyebrow, encouraging her to finish the question. "Had sex on my stearman? Uh, No." His eyes darkened as he continued, "…and I haven't fantasized about just any woman."
"Really?" She smiled, sliding her hands up his broad chest, surprised and somewhat thrilled by his revelation.
"None of my girlfriends were ever interested in flying, and I never really wanted to take any of them." He moved his hands over her sides, "Well… I did take Jordan once, but she hated all the loops and dives – you know, the fun stuff… And then she psychoanalyzed me afterwards to figure out why I 'felt the need to take such risks.'"
"Hmmm, that's no fun," she purred as she kissed along his jaw, pausing millimeters from his lips, "So… do you have any other plane fantasies?" She looked up to find a full Flyboy grin in place and couldn't help but slide her hand down the front of his jeans to press against his growing erection.
"Oh, yeah," he smiled as he moved her hand from his nether regions. He pulled her to the lower wing before stepping over the edge of the plane's body.
"The cockpit, huh?" she grinned.
Mac barely got the words out before Harm grabbed and lifted her over the side, setting her on his lap. She straddled him as best she could, her knees wedged between his legs and the side of the plane.
He immediately slid his hands under her shirt, caressing the soft skin of her sides before grazing up her spine. She crossed her arms, pulling the white t-shirt over her head and quickly tossing it over the edge with her bra. He smiled, moving his hands to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in his palms, then dipping his head to circle his tongue around a stiff peak.
She held him, her fingers raking through his hair as he pulled one nipple into his mouth, continuing to slide his tongue over it as he sucked, gently nipping it before providing the same treatment to her other breast. He was rewarded with a moan as she ached to feel him closer.
Mac reached between them, trying to rub her palm over his straining member, but the narrow space had her trapped. She groaned in both pleasure and frustration as he continued lavishing attention on her breasts while she could only brush him with her fingertips.
Finally, she pulled his head up from her chest, bringing her lips to his in a hungry kiss that turned almost violent as the confines of the cockpit made it impossible for her move her hungry sex against him. She moaned when he stroked the rough fabric of her jeans, trying to give her the friction she so desperately needed.
"Harm, this isn't going to work," she said as his lips moved to her neck.
He grinned as he pushed her to her feet. The windshield and controls at her back forced her to lean over him, her breasts at the perfect height to lick and suck as he pulled her jeans and panties down.
She instantly reached to release him, pulling his hardened length through the opening of his boxers. It was his turn to moan at the contact as she stroked him, moving her thumb over the moisture that had collected at the tip.
Before she had time to process what was happening, Mac found herself spun around and pulled to Harm's lap, his cock pressing between her legs. She leaned back and lifted her hips, groaning as her body stretched to accommodate his heavy girth.
Her naked shoulders arched into him, and Harm couldn't resist dipping his lips to kiss and nip. His hands were occupied, squeezing her six before sliding to her waist and thigh. She pushed backwards against him, swirling her hips in a way that drove him crazy.
"Touch yourself," she felt more than heard the whisper in her ear. Harm never got a chance to wash up, but he was dying to pleasure every inch of her perfect body.
She obliged, sliding one hand down to circle her clit while the other squeezed and pinched her breast. Mac ground into him as best she could, unable to adjust her body angle. She knew he was holding back to torture her and retaliated by gently raking her nails from his knees to his thighs.
The sensation had its intended effect, causing him to buck upwards. She cried in delight and grasped the edge of the cockpit, holding her body up to allow him to drive into her.
It was the nip to her neck, the way he sucked an earlobe into his mouth as her fingers circled her bud that pushed Mac over the edge. She moaned, his name coming out in multiple syllables that turned into a shriek as her body shook around him.
Her hands grasped the windshield and he continued to thrust into her through several aftershocks. She scraped at his thigh once more, and he came, filling her with hot jets of his seed.
She leaned back in his lap, his arms wrapping around her waist as their chests heaved, damp with sweat.
"That was fun," he smiled.
Mac shook her head in agreement, humming as he began to nuzzle her neck. "It's time to get going, Flyboy."
