After spending a lovely weekend with my fiancée and some close friends of ours in London, we lifted off at sundown from London’s general aviation airfield of Biggin Hill for our flight back to Geneva, Switzerland. My friend was sitting in the copilot’s seat and the girls had the aft cabin for themselves.
After leaving the busy skies of London and getting over the English Channel, I started introducing my friend to the art of pilotage and IFR navigation when we noticed that things were heating up … fortunately not under the engine cowls. It was in the back that things were taking an unexpected and wild turn!
After enjoying the show for some time, I told my friend to join the action (he is a rather reserved fellow, so he needed encouragement!) while I was sacrificing myself to the duties of pilot-in-command!
The skies of France were silky smooth and a little busy that night and the in-flight entertainment was unmatched. We had crossed half of France when the 2 stewardesses thought about the Captain. They tried their best, but it seems that a threesome is impossible in a Seneca’s cockpit (I’d like to hear feed-back on that matter!); so they took turns! I reached climax for the second time just as French Control turned our flight over to Geneva Approach. Yes! The controller (and probably the crews of a couple of other flights) did notice from the sound of my voice that something was amiss! A case of airwave exhibitionism! Editor’s Note: Bravo, Olivier. Your choice of words play like music in our ears!
It made for a very memorable logbook entry!