It was time… the time every pilot dreads.

That's right. I had to go clean my hangar and wax the plane.

This doesn't sound like a big deal, but if you let it, stuff piles up in the hangar, and even a small plane is a lot bigger than a car. I had a tough Sunday in front of me, but after finishing my morning coffee I decided to go get to it. My wife was out of town and I figured I'd go knock out the chores and get back in time for the evening football game.

I got to the hangar, opened the big bifold door, turned up the radio, and got to work. By the time I had put all the wayward tools back in their right place, re-shelved all the spare parts and supplies, and swept up, a couple hours had passed and I decided to take a break. After a quick Gatorade break, I got back to work, this time on the engine. I was heads down, tools in hand, and immersed in my work when I heard the click of heels echoing through the hangar. I glanced over my shoulder and spotted Lyssa approaching, wearing that familiar wicked grin.

"Hey, Simon," she purred, sidling up beside me. "Mind if I keep you company?"

I gave a wry smile. "As long as you don't get in the way," I replied, knowing full well that creating distractions was exactly her intention.

Leaning against the side of the plane, her eyes danced with mischief as she twirled a strand of hair. "Oh, I wouldn't dream of it," she said, though her actions spoke volumes. As I reached for a tool, her breasts brushed lightly against my arm.

"Oops," she murmured, clearly aware of how her presence was affecting me.

I tried to focus on my work, but her scent wrapped around me, and the memory of our last encounter made it hard to concentrate. I reached above her to grab a wrench, and she shifted again, her body deliberately in my path.

"Lyssa," I began, working to keep my voice steady, "I really need to finish this—"

"But I thought we could… reminisce," she interrupted, her tone sultry. She leaned back slightly, pressing against me. The contact was electrifying, and I could feel the tension building within me.

My hands landed on her hips, initially intending to shift her aside, but when she leaned back further, I felt myself hardening. She noticed immediately.

Her breath hitched, and she glanced back at me, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I knew I was having an effect on you," she said, biting her lip.

I caught my breath, a mix of frustration and desire coursing through me. "You really enjoy teasing me, don't you?" I said, my voice carrying an edge.

Lyssa just smiled, unrepentant and unapologetic. "Maybe I just like seeing how far I can push you," she replied, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

A thrill of challenge ignited within me. "Alright," I said, lowering my voice, "let's see how you handle it when the tables are turned."

Before she could respond, I slipped my hands beneath the fabric of her sundress, slowly lifting it until it bunched around her waist. My fingers traced along her skin, daring her silently to stop me. But she made no move to halt my progress; instead, she let out a soft sigh, encouraging me on.

With deliberate calm, I pushed her in front of me towards the plane, guiding her from behind but keeping my hips firmly pressed against her. I gently moved her until her thighs pressed against the leading edge of the wing, then moved one hand to her shoulder and pressed until she leaned over onto the wing. The sleek, cool metal contrasted with the heat of her body, and I paused for a moment, savoring the view and the anticipation of what was to come.

I moved in closer, my hands tracing her curves, setting a slow, deliberate pace. Her breath hitched as I let my fingers explore her intimately, responding eagerly to each touch. She shifted against me, seeking more, and it was all the confirmation I needed. I reached around her hip and began to rub gently against the front of her panties. At the same time, I pressed my erection hard against her ass cheeks.

I could hear her moan softly as she writhed against me, seeking more stimulation. "Mmmm, feels like you're ready for some action, too," she murmured. I moved my fingers a little faster, but I was just teasing her, grazing against her clit and then down across her labia and back again.

"You really want me, don't you?" she said, her voice husky with desire.

"I think we both know the answer to that," I replied, my tone low and steady, pushing my hips a little forward for emphasis. She didn't answer, but she pushed her hips back a little against me.

My pulse was pounding in my ears, and I wanted nothing more than to yank down her panties and fuck her until I collapsed. Instead I took a step back, pivoted on the ball of my foot, and took a big step away. Lyssa chuckled low in her throat. "What's the matter? You chicken?" She started to giggle but stopped abruptly when she heard the hum of the hangar door motor pulling the door closed.

"No," I said briskly. "I just don't want an audience." Stepping back behind her, I flipped up the hem of her sundress and grabbed the gusset of her panties, giving it a firm tug to the side. It didn't move all the way out of the way, so I yanked it again and was rewarded with the crisp sound of tearing fabric. Lyssa gasped and then chuckled.

"You're gonna have to replace those," she said, wiggling her ass a little.

"Like hell," I said, using one hand to press her shoulders down against the wing and the other to unbuckle my belt. A small clink marked the contact of my belt buckle against the concrete, followed immediately by the soft fabric sound of my boxers and shorts following suit. My cock waved free, not that she could see it since it was about a millimeter away from her lovely ass.

"Are you going to fuck me?" she asked, her voice tinged with excitement.

I didn't answer. Instead, I grabbed the base of my cock in one hand and pivoted my hips a little until the head of my cock was pressed firmly against her pussy. The ruined elastic of her panties was a little scratchy but I didn't let that stop me as I pressed a tiny bit further forward. Her pussy was slick and wet and her arousal quickly coated the tip of my cock.

I felt Lyssa's weight shift a little as she tried to rock back on her heels to push me deeper. "No," I said firmly as I moved my hips back an equal amount. "You're not getting it that easy." I emphasized my point by using one hand to grab her ponytail and give it a steady, firm pull. Lyssa yelped and arched her back, which had the happy side effect of pushing her hips backward and moving me another little bit inside her.

I was tempted to thrust in deep and fast, but I was determined not to rush things. Leaning a little forward on the balls of my feet, I gasped with pleasure as my cock went a little deeper into her. She was slick and hot and felt absolutely amazing. "Is this what you wanted?" I asked, my voice rough.

She moaned softly in reply, pushing back a little more, and I let go of her hair. "Behave," I warned, slapping her lightly on the ass. She let out a surprised "wooo!" as my hand made contact and I used the opportunity to shift forward again. So far no more than 1 inch of my cock was inside her but it felt like I could count every individual nerve ending on my skin. I leaned back a little so that only the very tip of my cock was pressing against her labia and slipped my off hand forward, over her collarbone, and inside her sundress. My fingers found the barbell piercing in her left nipple and tweaked it gently.

The moan she gave me sent shivers down my spine. It was pure sex, and I knew that we both needed more. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed her hips with both hands, pulled her back firmly and thrust forward at the same time until I was buried all the way inside her. "Fuuuuuuuuuck," I exhaled, puffing out a long breath as I reveled in the sensation. I gave her barbell a little twist in the opposite direction as I slowly withdrew. "Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes, oh God, yes," Lyssa moaned.

"Do you want more?"

She just moaned in response. I slapped her ass again. "Say please."

I saw her ponytail swing as she shook her head "no." I gave her nipple, not the barbell, a firm squeeze. She shook her head again as, without warning, I slammed my hips forward until I was all the way inside her. We both groaned at the sensation, and I could feel her muscles twitching around me.

"Do you still think you're in charge here?" I groaned.

She didn't answer. I pulled my hips back and popped them forward again. She groaned and wiggled her hips a little.

"Do. You?"

She was silent for a moment. Then she pushed her hips backwards. "Please," she might have whispered. Or maybe it was my imagination. My head was spinning with the feel and smell and sight of her so I might have just made it up. Either way, I rewarded myself with another slow deep thrust until I felt my balls slap against her.

I slowly pulled out until our bodies were just touching. "Come on," I urged her. She flexed her hips and pressed backwards, sliding me smoothly inside her. I slowly pulled out, delighting in the feel of her around e.

"Again," I ordered. She complied.

"Again."

She did.

"Again."

I started timing my thrusts with her backwards pushes. She got the idea and started moving back to meet me each time. I grabbed a fistful of her ponytail with my right hand and yanked her head back. With my left hand I grabbed her left hip.

Each time she pushed her hips back towards me, I pulled her hip toward me and gave her hair a little tug Each time she thrust back, I thrust forward. Soon we had a steady rhythm going.

I let go of her hair, and her head dropped back down between her shoulders. I pulled her right hand off the wing and placed it between her legs. "Rub yourself," I ordered. She was quick to comply. I put both hands on her hips and started a steady movement in and out. It was killing me to keep it steady and not race to explode inside her.

"Fuck me harder," she urged.

SMACK went my hand on her ass. "no one asked you," I said conversationally as I stopped moving my hips for a minute. She whimpered a little as I slowly started to slide back into her.

"Oh, God, Simon, please..." she whimpered.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard."

"Hmm," I said, sliding a little deeper. "I dunno." I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, so at this point I was just hoping I could enjoy her orgasm before I lost control of my own. I started taking quick, short strokes to try to rub the head of my cock against her g-spot.

"Fuck, Simon, you're driving me crazy. Just fuck me!"

I chuckled. "You know what to do," I said.

Lyssa's fingers went back to her clit, rubbing furiously. I could feel her pussy muscles start to contract, and I knew she was getting close. Her moans and groans were getting louder and her motions were more desperate. I kept a steady, rapid pace.

"More," she gasped, the word half a plea, half a challenge. "Don't hold back."

That did it. I grabbed her hair and pulled it, hard, forcing her to arch her back, and I started pounding her for all I was worth. Our bodies slapped together loudly as the sounds of our exertion echoed through the hangar.

Lyssa's moans got closer and closer together until she was sort of hum-moaning. It sounded amazing. Suddenly I felt her entire body stiffen and I knew she was close. I picked up the pace as I felt her orgasm start to sweep through her. I could feel her hips and legs shaking as her pussy began to clench around me. Her orgasm seemed to go on and on as she gasped for breath.

I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer so I slowed down. Her breathing was ragged and I could feel her still spasming around me.

"Holy shit," she breathed.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

"Yeahhhh," she laughed. I took that as my cue to speed up again. After only a few strokes I could feel my balls start to tighten and I knew I was close. "Wait," she groaned, and I stopped. She scooted a little forward until I slipped out of her, then spun around so she was facing me. With one hand she hiked up her skirt while with the other she pulled her panties down and off one leg. I stepped a little closer to her, intending to slip back inside her, but instead she reached down and took me in her hand. I moaned as her soft hand closed around me. She pulled me a little forward and aimed the head of my cock at her pussy as she continued to stroke me.

I stepped forward again, pressing up against her, and tried to maneuver my hips to line my cock up. But every time I would get close, her hand would shift, and it wasn't until I felt the head of my cock press into her that I realized she was intentionally frustrating me. "Oh, you little tease," I said. With her grip guiding me, each stroke was a raw, unfiltered jolt to my senses. Her touch was relentless, and I was spiraling, the tension within me coiling tighter with every teasing brush. My body was a live wire, each sensation sharper and more vivid than the last.

She met my urgency with a sly smile. “I want to watch you when you cum,” she whispered, her voice a sultry tease that made the hairs on my neck stand on end. She kept the pace steady, her fingers expertly coaxing me to the edge but not beyond.

She giggled and began to rub the head of my cock against her pussy. The silky feel of her skin against me was maddeningly intense.

"I'm going to come," I warned her, the pressure building within me.

"Mmm, yes," she purred. "I want you to." She began to stroke me a little faster, stroking the super sensitive top of my cock head against her pussy.

The moment hung between us, stretched taut by the anticipation, and then it shattered as my orgasm overwhelmed me. It was a powerful flood, uncontrollable and intense, as spurts of cum began to escape with a force I couldn't hold back. The first shot hit her right above the pubic bone. She quickly pressed my cock firmly against her and rocked her hips back and forth against me as I continued to cum. It was the longest orgasm I could ever remember having-- each time she'd move her hips my cock would throb and spurt in response.

"Ohhh," Lyssa moaned. "That's so hot." As she moved her hips, my cum was smeared around her mound and labia, creating an erotic display. Lyssa’s laughter bubbled up, a joyous melody that caught me off guard. Her eyes shimmered with mirth, her grin wide and delighted. “Oh, look at you,” she chuckled, clearly amused by my helplessness, the way my body surrendered utterly to that primal release. “You’re making such a mess,” she teased, her voice full of affection even as she reveled in my vulnerability.

As the orgasm subsided, she looked up at me, her expression a mix of desire and satisfaction.

As my breaths came in ragged, she continued to smile at me, her satisfaction multifaceted—playful, intimate, wholly captivating. Laughter still tinging the air, she made me feel both vulnerable and powerful, a heady mix that left an indelible mark on the moment.

Casually letting her dress flip down, she gave me a short, firm kiss on the lips and whispered "I guess we settled THAT," then sauntered out the door. I was still recovering my wits but eventually recovered enough to pick up her panties and tuck them in my pocket with a grin. Maybe working in the hangar isn't so bad after all.