Page 12 of Come Fly with Me

That kind of grit and determination on a woman, fuck, it’s sexy as hell and only adds to the whole attractive package.

Eventually, I grab her board, pulling her closer so our legs are brushing against each other as I hook my foot around her ankle. “Had enough?” I ask, eyes meeting hers.

She bites her bottom lip, her eyes staring back at me. “No, but I think I need a break.”

I grin, nodding as I say, “We can come back tomorrow if you want? Let’s go get some food.”

We paddle back into the shore, and I grab the towels I also bought at the shop and throw one to Taylor. We dry off and then gather our things and walk up to the showers at the edge of the sand, behind the surf shop. Dumping our things, I hit the button and cold water gushes from the showerhead. I move under it, shivering a little as I rinse the salt and sand from my hair.

When I turn around, I see Taylor has taken off the rashie T-shirt and is standing under the shower next to me, the coldness clearly affecting her as her nipples stand at full attention beneath her skimpy bikini top.

The cold water does fuck all to calm my own body’s response, as my dick swells at the sight of Captain Taylor Patterson, under the water, body bent back as she rinses out her long blond hair, her tits and their hardened nipples on full display.

As she lowers her head, squeezing her hair out, her eyes meet mine. “What?” she asks.

I swallow hard, my eyes dropping to her breasts again before slowly moving back to her mouth and then her eyes. The question is out before I can stop myself. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are?”

She blinks, running a hand through her wet hair. “Is that one of your yes or no questions?”

I chuckle. “I think it’s a rhetorical question actually,” I say, my eyes dipping back to her breasts. “Because you seriously are sexy as fuck.”

She blushes now, reaching for her towel to dry off. I grab my own towel, subtly trying to readjust myself as I also dry off. When we’re done, I grab the bag of things and hand her a summer dress I bought, before pulling on the T-shirt I got myself.

She stands wrapped in her towel, dress in her hand as she stares at me.

“What?”

“Why’d you buy me this?” she asks.

I shrug. “For you to wear,” I say, gathering the rest of our things. “Come on, let’s go drop these boards back and get something to eat.”

After we ditch the boards, we jump in the car, and I pull out of the car park and onto the road. It’s only twenty or so minutes to our next destination and neither of us speak on the drive there, the sun and wind drying us off along the way.

“Another favorite?” Taylor asks as we head into the fish and chip shop, the smell of grease, salt and vinegar making me groan out loud.

“Yep,” I say. “You eat fish?” Taylor nods, so I point toward the drink’s fridge signaling for her to grab us something while I go and order.

Afterward, we head outside to the tables and chairs set up under some huge sun umbrellas, overlooking the beach. I unwrap the fish and chips, spreading it out between us, along with packets of salt, sauce, some vinegar and napkins.

We eat in silence for a while, both of us starving after our surf.

“Have you always wanted to be a pilot?” she casually asks, breaking the easy peace.

I nod. “Yeah, ever since I was a kid. You?”

“Same,” she replies. “Where’d you learn to fly?” I cock an eyebrow at her and she shakes her head at me. “Fine, did you go to flight school?”

“Nope. You?”

“Yes,” she nods. “Are you ex-military?”

Now it’s me nodding. “Yep, fighter jets.”

Her eyes widen. “Wow, like Top Gun?”

I chuckle, reaching for another packet of sauce. “No, those guys are Navy. I was Air Force.”

“For how long?”

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