I had arranged a dinner date with an old friend, since I had just broken-up with an ex-girlfriend. Anamay really liked to fly, but couldn’t handle her booze. I had taken her on a sunset flight to a restaurant on-field in Venice, Fla. Dinner was quite nice and afterwards we went to the Bar underneath the restaurant, “Runway 69”. Not being a drinker I watched as she consumed at least 5 Creme’ de Menthe’s. At this point she started to get horny. We took off and shortly thereafter I notified TPA Approach of our impending entry into their airspace. After receiving clearance from them to proceed, my seat-mate proceeded to unzip me and give me the beginnings of a MAGNIFICENT blow-job! I rather unsteadily asked Approach if I could instead deviate from the assigned route to do a short(!!!!) sight- seeing tour with my friend. Approach approved the deviation and asked me to call them up when I intended to head back to SPG. Much to my amazement, Anamay decided she wanted me right-then-and- there!!! Do you know how difficult it is to fuck and fly in a 172? It ain’t easy but what the hell I figured. As she climbed over the left- seat position and lowered herself on to my waiting “stick” I noticed the AI………..6.000 ft MSL.HOT DAMN!!! At that time we were over St.Pete Beach, flying an almost erratic course of 359. Around Clearwater Beach I shot my load deep into her clasping pussy. The only problem was as soon as she came, she fell ASLEEP!!! Also, I had found that when we came I had depressed the mike-switch on the yoke. TPA wanted to know who was “cumin’ or going'” I managed to push my now-unconscious partner back into her seat and get her strapped-in. All the while hand-flying a Cessna 172!! And they say good pilots are made and not born. After a few minutes of collecting my thoughts, forget the trousers under my butt, I’d worry about that on the ground, I called-up TPA and asked for a vector back to SPG. Approach called me and asked if I was “finished”, (you could hear laughter in the background). I informed Approach that everything was well-in-hand and that I felt it was time to shoot the approach,(more derisive laughter). After landing at SPG I taxied to the ramp and shut the plane down. Thank God SPG was an uncontrolled field at that time of night!! The next time my friend said she had a really nice time. Turns out when she gets drunk she doesn’t remember anything that happens. I have not told her to this day, but hope for a re match soon. Isn’t this why we learned to fly in the beginning? I didn’t hear from the FAA either so I figured that the guys in the tower must’ve been feeling pretty good that night. Flying sure is FUN!!!
