Come Fly With Me

Come Fly With Me BATTRATT

I would venture a guess that not many people know what they want for a career by the age of nine. Only a fraction of those could say at 26, that they made it happen.

I can say that!

My name is Connor Finnigan. My friends call me 'Finn.' I am a pilot, flying a de Havilland Twin Otter float plane for Spring Creek Air Services, based in the inner harbour of Victoria, British Columbia.

Some people call us bush pilots. I don't refer to myself with that moniker.

Most boys grow up idolizing hockey or football players. I like sports and athletes just fine, but my earliest reading memories were of history of flight.

My heroes were the original bush pilots from the first world war era. 'Punch' Dickens, "Wop' May and 'Doc' Oaks. I don't think anyone knew their given names. Regulations weren't a big thing then, but I don't believe they would have adhered to them in any event.

Those pioneers of aviation provided access to the remote areas of Canada with no roads or railway connections. Neither were there landing strips. Outfitting their open cockpit flying machines with floats and skis, they became the lifeline for transporting supplies and delivering mail to the otherwise isolated population.

Yeah, I liked it just fine when someone asked, "Are you a bush pilot?"

Garrett Finnigan founded Spring Creek Air Services a year after I was born. Flying a second hand, single engine Beaver float plane, he provided charter service to remote areas of Vancouver Island and the lower mainland of British Columbia.

One of my earliest memories is being in the cockpit with my father when I was four years old. Modifications to the right seat rudder pedals, allowed me to fly the plane at nine, under my father's supervision, of course.

I lived to fly. My first water takeoff occurred at twelve and I performed an unassisted water landing when I was thirteen.

My 17th birthday couldn't come soon enough. That was the earliest that I could apply for my pilot's license.

Nine years later, our family business is thriving with a fleet of three Twin Otters. Mom is the company administrator. My father, my older sister, Kathleen, and I, pilot the aircraft.

After completing some routine maintenance on my plane one late summer evening, I made my way along the floating dock toward the parking lot. A man and a woman stood beside a pickup truck at the end of the gangway, engaged in a heated discussion. As I approached, he dropped the packsack and duffle bag he was about to load in the vehicle. He jumped into the driver's seat and burned rubber in his hurried departure as the angry woman flipped him off.

She turned toward me as I approached, and I was immediately dumbstruck by how attractive this women was. There was an instant connection, on my part at least. The fact that she was in the late stages of pregnancy probably explained the glow about her. In my mind, a woman is never sexier than she is during pregnancy.

"Can I help?" I offered.

Despite her predicament, she managed a smile and spoke, "Thanks, no. I can call my sister for a ride. Sorry you had to see that."

"Don't be silly. My truck is right here. I'll be happy to give you a ride. Besides my mother would be very disappointed in me if I abandoned a damsel in distress."

She shrugged and walked to the passenger door as I loaded her baggage into the box.

After settling into the passenger seat beside me, she extended her arm to shake hands, "Giada Marino. I'm so grateful for the rescue."

"My pleasure. I'm Connor Finnigan. Call me Finn."

"You're Kathleen's brother?"

"The one and only. How do you know her?"

"Kathleen flies me to our mining camp at Compton Point once a month. Been doing that for the better part of two years. I'm the company geologist."

"Well as a valued customer, I am extra happy to chauffer you. Where to?"

On the half hour drive to our destination. I took every opportunity to glance at her. Giada was captivating. Once or twice, it even seemed like she might be checking me out as well. I guessed her to be a few years older than me.

Three months passed and we did not cross paths again. That didn't stop me from thinking of her often.

In early autumn, my mother called me at home one evening. "I have a job for you tomorrow. Unexpected hop to Compton Point. Your sister usually looks after this client, but she's scheduled for a flight to Vancouver. You leave at 7:00AM."

The next morning, I supervised the loading of the cargo. At just before 7:00AM, I proceeded to the customer lounge to escort the client to the float plane.

As I entered the lounge the next morning, there was a sudden realization that the client was Giada Marino. Dressed in sky blue coveralls, she sat beside another woman at the far end of the room. Her left arm was outside the jumpsuit and she was nursing an infant, her modesty protected by a baby blanket.

"I'll meet you at the plane in five minutes." She said as she noticed me waiting.

By the time she settled into the right-hand seat, the engines were warmed up and take off check lists were complete. I taxied into the harbour and pushed the throttles forward to the stops. We were soon airborne, commencing our two and a half hour flight to the mining camp at Compton Point.

When we cleared the Victoria area, I was able to divert some of my attention to Giada. Her aura was still as captivating as it had been at our first meeting.

I was brought back into the moment when she spoke into the mic on her headset, "It's good to see you again."

"Yes, a pleasant surprise for me too."

"It's not a surprise to me. When Kathleen was unavailable, I requested you for the job."

We spoke easily during the flight and by the time we neared the mine, I had learned that Giada had delivered a baby girl about two weeks after our first meeting.

The angry man who abandoned her at the dock that day, had been her significant other for nearly seven years. He began to withdraw emotionally when they learned of the unplanned pregnancy. The last contact she had with him was the day after the argument I had witnessed, when he called to arrange pick up of his personal belongings at their shared residence. Giada now shared her home with her sister, who, looked after baby Gina, as she transitioned back into a full-time working schedule.

Just before splash down at Compton Point, Giada spoke. "I will probably be tied up until early afternoon. We can grab a lunch to go here and should be headed back to Victoria by around 2 or 2:30."

While Giada took care of business, one of the company labourers and I manhandled the bulky cargo to the dock. I cleaned the hold and made sure everything left was strapped down securely.

after I carried out the routine maintenance checks of the oil in both engines and verified that all the moving parts on the wings and tail looked in good order, I pulled my fishing pole out of the rear compartment. There is a lot of idle time, when you are a charter pilot.

I sat on the end of the dock and cast my line into the cold ocean. I found myself thinking more about Giada more than the wily salmon, who were successfully avoiding my lure.

Some time later, I was pulled back into the present as Giada approached with two bagged lunches in hand. "We are good to go."

Just as I started to reel my line in, I got a hit. Minutes later, I landed a nice Coho salmon.

With my rod stowed and the Coho chilling in my ice chest, I started the engines and proceeded with the preflight routine.

While the engines warmed, Giada spoke. "Slight change in plans. On the way back, I would like to divert to Birch Lake. Do you know where that is?"

"Sure, no problem."

"It will be a quick grab and dash to pick up some core samples at our consulting geologist's outpost cabin."

Giada spent the next hour and a half, reading and editing a report.

"Birch Lake dead ahead." I alerted her.

She stowed the material she had been working on and spoke. "We are looking for a rustic log cabin at the south end of the lake. It is located close to the water. He won't be there, but said we should look for two wooden crates on the end of the dock."

A few pellets of sleet bounced off the wind screen as we taxied in. As we neared the dock, the intensity increased, and by the time I had stowed and secured the crates, we were in a full-blown squall.

Shutting down the engines, I spoke to Giada, "We will have to wait this out until visibility improves. Hopefully not too long."

An hour later, the sleet abated significantly, however the wings and fuselage were coated in a thin layer of ice.

Both Giada and I checked our cel phones for bars, but we were in a dead area. Next, I used the radio to attempt contact with anyone. Finally, after trying multiple different frequencies, I heard a faint conversation through the static.

"This is Spring Creek Air Services Twin Otter Sierra Charlie two niner. Can anyone hear me? Over."

"Two niner, this Buffalo Pond RCMP. What can I do for you? Over."

"Buffalo Pond, we set down on Birch Lake, but a sleet storm has caused icing of our plane. We are scheduled to return to Victoria tonight but given the current conditions, that is impossible. Pilot Connor Finnigan and passenger Giada Marino are safe and healthy, and we have shelter for the night. Please advise Spring Creek Air Services in Victoria of our situation. We should be good to fly tomorrow. Over."

"Will do two niner. Best of luck. Buffalo Pond out."

"How do you feel about a night in a rustic cabin?" I asked.

"It wasn't what I expected when we left this morning, but the company seems charming."

I made sure the plane was securely moored to the dock and we set off to check the accommodations. The cabin was solidly constructed of logs, with two small windows visible.

The heavy timber door was unlocked, and upon opening it and stepping inside, we found ourselves in a single room with a dirt floor.

There was a stone fireplace on the wall directly across from the door. A good supply of firewood was piled beside it. Some open shelves on the exterior wall displayed a meager selection of cans which included soups, stews, tomatoes and various fruits. A plastic water barrel sat precariously on a rickety wooden table. A battered coffee pot rested atop a pot-bellied cast-iron stove on the other side of the fireplace. An aluminum pot and cast-iron frying pan hung from wall hooks beside the stove. The only furniture in the room was a single bed. There was no plumbing or electricity.

"Welcome to the Birch Lake 'all inclusive' Recreational Beach Club." Giada laughed. "Aren't you glad we could get a last-minute reservation?"

I became even more fascinated by this gorgeous woman as she gleefully explored the 'Club.' I was indeed glad we were able secure a reservation.

She was treating this as an adventure and I was reminded of a quote I heard somewhere. 'Adversity does not develop character, it reveals it.'

Without hesitation, she proceeded to start a fire in the fireplace.

"I am going to check the plane. Do you want anything brought in?" I asked.

"Just my leather pack."

I returned with her backpack and the recent salmon catch. "Dinner solved." I said holding it up as if in triumph. I also found an outhouse at the side of the cabin," nodding to the wall the bed was on.

"Is it too early to talk about the sleeping arrangements? I asked hesitantly.

"I have already decided that no one is sleeping on the dirt floor. We'll drag the mattress in front the fire and share. No arguments, please."

"I never argue with an assertive woman."

"Good. Now next, it's been several hours since I breast fed my baby and I'm feeling the pressure building. I brought a pump in case this problem arose, and I need to take care of it now. If that is too uncomfortable, you can take a walk in the cold rain or stay here and start a cooking fire in the stove. I've been the only woman in too many mining camps for your staying to bother me."

"I'll start a fire."

As I worked at the stove, Giada sat on the bed with her back to me.

"Damn." She muttered a couple of minutes later.

"Problem?"

"Batteries are dead. I didn't bring back ups."

"I have some in the plane. What do you need?"

"9 volt."

"Sorry, no 9s. Any other options?"

"I can try expressing manually, but it hasn't worked before. I managed to get enough with the pump to relieve the pressure. I'm good for now."

I retrieved the oil lamp and ensured it was full before I lit it.

The warmth from the two fires and the soft glow of the lantern created a pleasant ambiance.

Giada rummaged through the rustic pantry while I cleaned and filleted the salmon.

In no time, we were dining on fried fish with rice and cold corn. For me, the company made it seem like a gourmet feast.

We cleaned up and moved the mattress to the floor, in front of the fire.

While sitting facing each other, Giada spoke, "So what's the girlfriend situation?"

"I just ended a ten-year relationship with my high school sweet heart. We couldn't agree on how our futures were unfolding."

"Does that close you off to future relationships?"

"No, not at all. I still like women very much."

"Kathleen tells me that your types are 'older' and 'pregnant.'"

"Why on earth would you two be talking about my preferences in women?"

"Because I asked her. When we met, I was both types. Do you mind that I'm interested?"

"I guess not. At the risk of being rude, may I ask your age?"

"Thirty-eight. Scared yet?"

"A little. You're quite direct, aren't you?"

"Do you remember when we met? For me, no man ever had that instant effect on me. As you drove me home that day, I thought that you felt something too."

"I did. It happened again when I saw you this morning."

The conversation drifted to various other topics as we learned more about each other, until she said, "It's time for bed."

After adding a couple of logs to the fireplace, we stripped down to our undies and pulled the blankets up over us. The size of the mattress forced us to be close. Eventually, we found that the most comfortable arrangement was spooning, with me behind her.

Predictably, I had a reaction to the closeness and my penis was soon throbbing against her ass. She reached behind and gave my cock the freedom it desired. As she backed into me again, she moved her panties to the side and guided me into her wet pussy.

I found her clit and stimulated her with my finger. Fearing losing control and flooding her with a deluge of cum, I tried to limit my thrusting movement. Giada refused to allow this as her climax seemed imminent. Soon she increased the tempo and tensed. I came a few seconds after she did.

By the time my softening penis slipped from her pussy, I heard her purring softly in sleep. I joined her soon after.

I was awakened sometime later when Giada writhed and moaned beside me. As I came more awake, I realized she was in pain.

"My breasts are about to burst. I must do something now. I have been trying milk myself, but it's not working."

"Are you open to something more radical?"

"Short of cutting them off, I will try anything."

"My friend told me that his wife had the same problem while they were away from their baby. He said that he sucked on her and it did the trick. Is that objectionable to you?"

"You would do that for me?"

"Let me put it this way. When I saw you breastfeeding this morning, all I could think, was 'lucky baby.'"

"I wish the father of my child was a man like you."

"I don't. If that was the case, he'd be here now, and I wouldn't. How do you want to do this?"

After some trial and error, we eventually found a position that worked. I happily depleted the milk supply in each breast.

When she backed into me, she felt my erection poking her once again.

"I got very aroused while you were sucking on me. Were you hard the whole time?"

"Harder than before."

"Let me take care of milking you." She said as her head disappeared under the blanket.

I haven't had many blow jobs in my life and would certainly never say I had a bad one. This one was exceptional. She did things that brought me close and then eased off with her mouth as she teased my balls with light finger touches. She sensed when I could take no more, she took most of my cock down her throat. Just before I climaxed, Giada stuck her finger into my ass, causing me to erupt with multiple gushes filling her mouth.

When my heart rate returned to near normal, I kissed my way down her body until I reached her throbbing pussy. I was overcome by the intoxicating aroma and had to taste her sweet nectar.

When I sucked on her outer lips, she grabbed my hair and pulled me into her. As my tongue penetrated her, she increased the tempo of her hip gyrations and panted, "I should warn you, I'm a squirter."

I had no experience with squirting, but found out what that meant when I sucked on her throbbing clit. It pushed her over the edge and I was deluged by a massive gush of hot liquid as she maintained her firm grip on my hair.

Soon after, we fell into a deep sleep in the spooning position. The incessant honking of a flock of Canada Geese, feeding at the shoreline beside our plane, woke us several hours later.

"I'm hungry," she said as I looked into her probing eyes.

"Let me see what I can find."

"It's not food I want. Until we land in Victoria, you're still on the clock. Make love to me."

"The client is always right."

I rolled her onto her back and threw the blanket aside. In the morning light, I saw her naked form for the first time. No goddess could look more beautiful.

I started with light kisses on her face. Soon our lips were locked together and our tongues began a gentle duel. I moved down to her breasts next and gently kissed one nipple and then the other, getting a taste of her sweet milk as I gently suckled her.

"Lower." She said pushing my head downward. When I teased her navel with my tongue, her hand applied more pressure to the top my head.

Getting guttural and louder she said "Lower. I want to feel your lips and tongue on me again."

She opened her legs fully as my hand brushed her neatly trimmed pussy.

My lips found her labia and she squirmed beneath me as I sucked gently. She moaned louder as my finger teased her clitoris and I probed her softly with my tongue.

When I began sucking her clit, eager to feel her gush again, she screamed, "Now!"

As her orgasm started, I gave her the same treatment she had given me and slipped my finger into her tight ass. She didn't disappoint. Amidst the moaning, squirting and thrashing, I couldn't discern if she had one big climax or several. Whatever it was, she sobbed softly as she held my head against her pussy.

We made love quietly one more time after that.

When I extricated myself a bit later and checked the plane, the sun was shining and the ice had melted.

A half hour later we were airborne and homeward bound.

As we taxied into the Spring Creek Air dock, Giada said, "Do you think Kathleen will be offended if I request that you be my pilot from now on?"

"Probably, but I had already planned on telling her there is going to be a new arrangement."