Temporary Girlfriend Ch. 02

"That's an embarrassing question," I said. "I exercised all through college and grad school, and now I always seem to always have an excuse."

"Will you jog with me and work out?"

"I'd love to if you don't put me to shame with your superior body." I reached over and lightly squeezed his biceps with two fingers. "In case you didn't notice I need to lose twenty pounds." He ignored my comment.

"I meditate when I exercise," he said. "Somehow when I'm running I tune in to my breathing and then I feel nothing at all other than a sense of unity within and connections to everything. I meditate other times too -- irregular schedule I'm afraid. A rewarding act, I find."

"Will you teach me?" I asked.

Josh chuckled and said, "I will be delighted. The thought of meditating is perhaps a sufficient meditation; or you can just focus only on your foot steps -- don't even count."

The radio cackled again and Josh handled a frequency change. He pointed out the distant city of Chicago off to our right as we coasted by. The weather was crystal clear over Illinois.

Josh said, "One of the things we haven't really talked about is why we do the things we do, for instance, why am I running the Bannock Foundation? We talked about what I did -- the whole portfolio thing -- stocks, bonds and investments but not the other side of things -- the why?"

"So why?" I asked with a wiseass smirk.

"As my 'long time' girlfriend you have to know this; somewhere deep in me is an ever-present voice that says I have to give to others. It's not religious; it's spiritual -- perhaps it's even guilt having so much in such a needy world. It's also a family mission, to try to uplift people in unique ways around the communities we live in and around the world -- and make it stick."

"Like cure world hunger?" I asked more seriously.

"I'd love to but that's a sink hole for money. We're trying to come at issues like that but more creatively -- education programs, establishing schools, rebuilding a hospital, establishing a bank that gives micro-loans, and so forth."

"How much do you donate or fund each year?"

"The foundation is now over $250 million. With our investments we've been able to preserve the principle -- even grow it a little - and invest about eight percent of that a year - $20 million."

I sat stunned at the magnitude of the Bannock Foundation. I knew I was traveling in good company. I looked at Josh with new awe but he didn't see my look.

Our discussion wandered around the mechanics of the foundation and how various causes were identified and funded. As we talked I saw how the family came together, often on conference calls to decide on programs and funding. He mentioned that several well to do friends of his parents had donated very large sums of money to the foundation after they appreciated its goals and management.

"Josh, you are amazing. You are so unpretentious and then you come along and sweep a girl off her feet with all this." I gestured to the airplane.

He shrugged and explained; "I spend at least a couple of days a week looking at where and how we can invest the Foundation's money to get 'bang for the buck,' as they say. Most of the flights I make with this plane are in the U.S. but we also have programs going in the Middle East, Africa, India, and the backwaters of Malaysia. Sometimes I'm gone for a couple of weeks."

"Do you travel all that way alone?" I asked.

"No, we have a couple of pilots we can call on that rotate duties on the long-haul trips. We also add wing-tip fuel tanks that bring the range on the Citation up to about five thousand nautical miles. We need those for the trips to Europe and beyond.

I was glad Josh had other help on the long trips. When I'd been overseas the jet lag alone unfocused my mind so much I couldn't imagine flying an airplane with that infirmity.

The radio came to life again and we were handed off to Minneapolis Center. I was following our route on a map that Josh had given me. It had been interesting until a layer of clouds obscured my view of the ground.

Suddenly a wave of horniness swept over me. I looked at Josh. He was all business and reviewing one of his checklists.

"Honey? Hey, do you like being called 'Honey'?" I asked.

"Yes, dear," he said with a smirk.

"Honey, are you on auto pilot?"

"Yes, dear," he said with a mocking voice.

"Can we join the Mile High Club?" I posed.

Josh's head snapped around and he looked at me with his mouth hanging open. "I've never ... I don't think ... well ..."

I said, "In other words, it's not out of the realm of possibility?"

He nodded dumbly and a lecherous look came over his face.

"Push your seat back," I commanded.

Josh slid the pilot's seat back about eighteen inches. He could still reach the controls but the space opened up a nice area where I could work some magic.

"Be right back," I said. I set my seat back and went to small washroom and retrieved a couple of towels and got a large soft cushion I'd seen tossed on the sofa in the back of the plane. I also removed my underwear.

I went back in the cockpit and got back in my seat but sideways so I could lean across the console. I reached over and unzipped Josh's slacks. I was overly inefficient about finding and removing his inflating penis through his pants. Josh unbuckled his belt and shifted the pants down his body to help my apparent bumbling. The bumbling had really been on purpose. I bet he really liked having me feel him in all those different ways and positions.

At one point I sat upright and pulled the blouse from my body. The bra went next. I looked out the windows and asked rhetorically, "Do you suppose the neighbors can see?" Josh appreciated my humor. One of his hands came and fondled the nearest breast.

I reached back and slowly masturbated Josh. As I did he reached across with both hands and started to massage and tweak my breasts and nipples. Soon we both had each other panting for more significant sexual contact. Josh's rod pointed towards the sun.

"Can I mount you?" I asked looking at all the controls.

"Yea, I think with the seat back this far. Just don't bump the control wheel. Come around the console."

I pulled my skirt down my legs and revealed to Josh that I was now totally nude in the co-pilot's seat. I struck a sexy and very revealing pose. "This is so whenever you fly this plane again, you'll always remember your favorite co-pilot."

I moved out from the seat and wiggled by the console and onto Josh's lap, facing him. He immediately sucked my right breast into his mouth. I moaned.

I masturbated Josh again, rubbing his swelling cock against my slit.

After only a few seconds of that kind of foreplay I judged him ready for penetration and I rose and directed him into my pussy. I pushed down slowly so we could both enjoy every fraction of an inch of his cock sliding into my body.

Josh uttered, "Oh shit, this is nice." I moaned even louder as his cock bottomed out against my cervix.

I moved above his body since he was severely motion restricted. He massaged my breasts with his hands and guided my hips up and down on his rod.

I pulled away and looked him in the eye. He looked back and we kissed passionately.

"Welcome to the Club," I said. We both grinned at each other.

"I'm not going to last too long," he warned.

"Neither am I. Just cum in me. I want your juice."

Josh's hands made my up and down frequency on his cock increase along with the stroke length. We were both getting near.

Then we were there. Josh yanked my body down on his with four powerful down strokes and then froze. I felt his cum shoot into me and I came with just that single sensation. I arched back, careful not to disturb the flight controls.

We kissed each other passionately all around face, neck, ears, lobes, breasts, and shoulders, anything we could reach. Our tongues probed deep into each other's mouths, tasting and sharing. The whole time we were groaning and moaning.

Suddenly Josh sat upright. "Wait," he said to me. He pulled the headset microphone back down in front of his mouth and said, "Roger, Minneapolis. Could you repeat that frequency?" After a second he repeated, "OK, over to Denver Center on one-three-three-point-seven-five. Thanks and good day."

We both broke up laughing. Josh reached forward again to the microphone button and checked in with Denver Center. I noticed his voice had an unusual edge to it as well as a little pant.

I reached across to my seat and retrieved the hand towels I brought. I gave one to Josh to catch his soggy penis as I pulled off of him. I clutched the other towelette to my full pussy as I rose.

In what was far from a graceful maneuver I somehow twisted and turned around Josh and dismounted without touching any of the plane's equipment. I shuffled off towards the rear of the plane to clean up. I told Josh, don't go anywhere; I'll bring you a wet washcloth to help you clean up.

Five minutes later I returned to the cockpit only wearing my bikini underwear that I had packed with two sanitary mini-pads I'd found in the jet's small bathroom. I leaned in and kissed Josh very tenderly, rubbed my breasts all around his right ear, and then passed him a makeshift washcloth and watched as he wiped himself clean of our juices.

"I could help," I offered, purposely running my tongue over my lips in a very suggestive manner.

"Later," he smiled at me. He hitched his pants up and re-dressed himself, awkward in a seated position. When he was through he hitched his seat back into its regular position.

I shook my breasts at Josh one more time in a blatantly exhibitionist move; turned and retrieved my bra, blouse and skirt; and went into the back of the plane again to redress from our love making. I also took the opportunity to touch up my makeup and hair that had become mussed in all the excitement.

A few minutes later I went back to the cockpit. I kissed Josh and said, "Thank you. That was very special in many ways."

"You just wanted to be a bona fide member of the Mile High Club," he said in a matter of fact voice.

"Were you already a member?" I asked, interested in his response.

"No, but I sure am now," he grinned.

"Thank you lover." I stroked his cheek.

I put the headset on just in time to hear Denver Center come on line: "Citation One Bravo Foxtrot descend and maintain flight level two-four-zero." Josh replied and made one small adjustment to a dial on the panel; instantly I could feel the plane smoothly nose over and start to descend.

The cloud deck disappeared about ten minutes later and I could look ahead and see the Rocky Mountains. They were spectacular, with many of the higher peaks still carrying some snow. Josh pointed out Denver ahead of us. Gradually we came to the foothills and then were deep over the Rockies.

ATC also had us descend further, gave us some vectors, got us to the approach course for Aspen's runway 33, and soon I watched as Josh executed a flawless landing as Aspen. I noticed we used most of the runway to land and stop. We taxied back towards one of the hangers.

A lineman directed us to parking slot and almost immediately another lineman drove a rental car right next to the Citation jet. Josh went through the shutdown checklist as a lineman and I put our things in the car.

When he was through with the plane Josh went into the Atlantic Aviation office and checked in for the car and made arrangements to refuel the jet and stay for our overnights. He also arranged catering for the flight back to Boston.

As I looked around at the surrounding mountains I couldn't help but notice the absence of snow. When Josh came out of the office I pointed and asked, "Are you sure we're going to ski on Monday?"

He frowned and said, "Perhaps we'll have to come up with some other kind of aerobic activity. You're right, I think the ski season is over." His mood then brightened and he held the car door for me; did he ever have a bad day?

Josh drove out of the airport and got on the main highway for a short distance before turning off and snaking his way up a winding mountain road. I was captivated by the dramatic homes, and then saw one that took my breath away near the top of a ridge. I pointed it out to Josh.

He smiled and said, "That's where we're going. I jointly own it with my brother and sisters. It's called Chateau Eagle Pines."

I think my mouth was hanging open again. It seemed to do that a lot with Josh.

As we turned into the mountain estate I couldn't help but notice how the house was landscaped into the mountain to make it less obtrusive. Also, natural woods and stone had been used. That said, the house was palatial and extended equally on either side of a majestic circular driveway and entryway.

Josh led me into the home. Inside the home was just as impressive -- an impressive mix of wood, stone, Navajo art and contemporary furniture all with muted tones to not overshadow the elegance of the house.

Josh yelled, "Hellooooooo! Anyone home?"

The high vaulted ceilings had attracted my attention when a woman's voice shouted with glee. "JOSH!" There was a clatter of running and a pretty light brunette hurled herself into Josh's arms, locking both arms and legs around his body in a near smothering hug as he swung her around. Josh looked most pleased with his welcome.

The pair kissed and hugged again and he set her down and turned her towards me.

"Fiona, this is my girlfriend Megan. Megan this is my sister Fiona and the cause of this wonderful celebration this weekend."

I put my handout to shake her hand, but Fiona would have none of that. She came to me and said, "We are a hugging family. Body contact is important." With that, the two of us hugged. It wasn't a girlie hug either; we made full body contact and then she kissed me.

"Welcome to Eagle Pines," Fiona said. "Come and let me get to know you better. You are soooo pretty. Josh barely told us anything about you at Christmas so this is such a treat that you could come to the wedding." She cast a smiling frown at her brother and added, "And he's not the most communicative person either -- unless it involves the Foundation."

We followed Fiona, who I rapidly learned was often just called 'Fi', into a huge kitchen with a sit down counter. Fi gestured and we each took a seat. Fi went to get us something to drink but before anything else could happen another brunette blur ran into the kitchen and threw herself into Josh's arms with another flurry of more kisses and hugs.

Josh extricated himself from the clingy female and said, "Megan, this fur ball of activity is my other sister Katelyn and like Fiona she thinks I walk on water and talk to God. Now that they are meeting you they will surely think the same of you and I shall be forever demoted to more mundane human status as you are elevated to the status of Goddess."

Katelyn came to me, "Megan, I am so glad to meet you. I wish I could say I knew a lot about you but Josh has been keeping you a secret from us all. We weren't really sure you even existed until today."

I made a note to myself to try not to spill the beans about my sudden relationship with Josh.

I hugged Katelyn as I met her halfway in her welcome. I also got a kiss from her too and big welcome into the family. I liked this family; they were all touchy-feely.

I said in a conspiratorial tone, "Sometimes Josh even keeps it a secret from me that I'm his girlfriend. You must tell me all his deep and darkest secrets this weekend." I gave him a suspicious glance and we all laughed.

I learned the two sisters had been up at the house from their homes in Denver since the start of the week consulting with various local places about the wedding. Van - Josh's brother, his wife, and Katelyn's husband were due in on a commercial flight from Denver just in time for dinner. Other members of the bridal party including the groom to be and his parents were staying down in the romantic little town at one of the resorts.

Both Fiona and Katelyn were short but thin brunettes. There was no doubt they shared the same parents and inherited the good looks from each side, however, I think they'd both had breast enhancements since they seemed a little rounder and more erect that one might expect. Both were happy and secure in whom they were and both adored Josh -- their 'big' brother. Josh was a year older than Katelyn and three years older than Fiona. Van was the youngest by another year.

I learned the wedding was to be at three o'clock on Saturday afternoon at the Elkhorn Lodge in Aspen followed by a reception at the exclusive resort. Apparently over three hundred guests were coming for the event. That evening, Fiona informed us, we were part of a rehearsal and then a large family dinner at the Century Room in the Hotel Jerome.

Suddenly Josh's sisters swept me up and spirited me away to one of the upstairs bedrooms to help dress for dinner and have 'girl talk'. Josh followed closely behind with my suitcase and clothes bag. He showed me the room that we'd claim for our visit and then he disappeared. Our room held a king-size bed as well as an assortment of new, woodsy furniture that fit the décor of the house. The view out the window was spectacular. I loved the Rocky Mountains.

I got my little black dress and makeup kit and joined Josh's sisters a couple of doors down the hallway in Fiona's bedroom. We all stripped down to our underwear and started to dress more upscale for the dinner and rehearsal. At the same time we continued some girl chatter they'd already started before our arrival about the wedding, honeymoon and -- much to my surprise -- their sex lives. The sisters were VERY open with each other and I learned a lot from their conversation. Turned out they were learning things about each other for the first time too.

The discussion turned to some of the more interesting places they'd had sex in their lives. Katelyn talked about doing 'it' under a stadium blencher during a football game, the backseat of car, a rocky tor along a frequented hiking trail, and in the ladies room of a popular Denver pick-up bar called Blue 67. I got wet listening to her abbreviated descriptions of how she and her dates, and later Carl, now her husband, had almost gotten caught over and over again.

As Fiona tried on various cocktail dresses from her closet she talked about how she had recently given Ray, her fiancé, a blowjob under the table at an upscale jazz joint called '1515'. Apparently several others at the table knew of her efforts and applauded as she finished and arose from her under-the-table efforts with a small telltale sign on her cheek. She laughed uproariously as she remembered the event.

As she and Katelyn swapped clothes and went from near nude to clothed and back to their nearly nude state, I actually felt my temperature rise. They were making me horny.

Suddenly they both turned to me and I realized I had to 'stand and deliver' as the saying goes. I figured I'd surprise them a little.

I said, "Well up until today I was not a member of the Mile High Club, but somewhere over Western Illinois as we flew here I stripped down to my necklace and over Iowa I mounted Josh and sorted out that missing piece of my life with your brother. He told me it was his first time in the Club too. My God can he fuck! I think we lasted all the way across the state and into Nebraska. Good thing the jet has an autopilot. I can't wait for our return trip, maybe we'll try to last for four or five states instead of one and a half."

I turned to both girls with an innocent look on my face to see their mouths agape at my candid portrayal of our trip earlier in the day not to mention their seeing a dimension of their brother that they hadn't thought about.

"That is so hot," Fiona said. "I didn't think Josh had it in him."