Big Mike’s Mile High Plans and Soft Landings: Part 1

Getting stuck in a small Town on Nude Day, turns interesting.Based on a post by m storyman x, in 2 parts. Listen to the ►podcast at Steamy Stories.Owning a consulting business has its advantages. Over the years I had been quite successful and enjoyed a few perks for that success. I was enjoying one of them, flying to a consulting job in my Cessna 350 Corvallis, when a fantastic series of events was set in motion. I could never afford such an expensive plane, but after performing several hundred hours of independent testing on it, as part of a law suit, they sold the state of the art craft to me for a single dollar. Car type bucket seats and fly by wire technology made it one of the most comfortable planes I had ever flown.Amanda, a professional photographer that I had used a number of times on jobs like the one we were traveling to; seemed to also enjoy the comfort of this plane compared to the old 172 I used to fly.I felt the first shudder in the engine while I was busy sneaking a peek at Amanda’s legs. With her lounging sleepily in the bucket seat next to me, her already short skirt had ridden up a couple more inches, and the rising sun was just brightening the inside of the cockpit enough for me to really see just how much leg she was unknowingly showing. In fact, if I caught the reflection in the LCD screen just right, I could almost see up between her legs to the light colored panties she wore. Yeah, I knew I was almost twice her age, but hell, she was hot and I was Always horny. How could I not look?The second shudder really got my attention, and I went to work in the cockpit; all thought of her panty color and legs leaving my mind as it went into immediate troubleshooting mode.I knew the electronics of this craft inside out, having done so much testing on the fly by wire during the legal suit. It only took a few moments to check and confirm that the dual ignition system of the fuel injected six cylinder engine was working as designed. We were cruising at nearly one hundred eighty knots, and everything seemed ok. But that second shudder had me on edge. I did not miss the third time it shuddered, just as I was in the middle of checking the fuel system. I caught it in the act. It was just a fluke that I happened to be looking right at the fuel pressure read out when it did it. Just for a moment, it blinked lower. Not a lot, a few pounds, but it was enough to set every alarm bell I had ringing. This baby needed to be on the ground and Now!I gave Amanda an unceremonious, almost rude, shove with my hand before I set to work hitting the GPS navigation system for the closest airfield. “Tighten your belts, we’re setting down.” I practically growled as my mind went through emergency modes and check lists. I had filed a Visual Flight Rules route plan so I didn’t need to contact a controller, but just to be safe I punched in 7700 into my transponder and hit the ident key. The response to my emergency code was almost immediate, Kansas City flight following had me on the radio in seconds asking my emergency. After several terse exchanges with them, they recommended we proceed to Kansas City International for an emergency procedure landing. I was just about to make that turn when the engine tone changed. Air speed quickly started to fall as the engine RPM tailed off to a little more than an idle.“Negative KC Center. Looks like I just lost power.” I responded as my fingers started working the GPS system to find the closest airport. It was tiny, some little ‘burg called Milan. I’d never heard of it, but it had a strip. I tipped the wings over and started dropping at nearly a thousand feet per minute; hoping that what little power the engine had would hang on until I could get the wheels on the ground.In the early dawn morning it was hard to pick out, but with a little help from the GPS pointers I was able to find the single strip of the small airport, sitting just outside what looked like a very small town. KC Center acknowledged my plans and stayed with me until I was out of radar contact, only a thousand feet off the ground. It wasn’t my finest landing, but given that I only had one shot at it, I thought it was pretty damn good. The engine had just enough power to idle off the runway and onto a taxiway before it quit completely. But that was ok…we were down.The airport was small, and to be honest, looked pretty deserted; and the air felt like stepping into a furnace when I popped the door open. “Looks like we have to walk.” I said to Amanda as I stepped out and gingerly off the wing. Even for a mid-July morning it seemed oppressively hot.“Well, I suppose I can charge you mileage!” She joked as she unfolded her slim frame barefoot onto the wing. She closed the door and sat down on the smooth aluminum surface to put her high heels back onto her feet while I shook my head at her good looking, but less than functional, footwear. She slid down the smooth metal of the wing and ...