Seduce Me by Miranda Forbes Page B

invasion. It was only years later that I read about the Eagles, the Americans who volunteered to fight as pilots in the R.A.F., before their country had entered the war.
    I turned to my granddaughter. ‘I met my first boyfriend here,’ I said, ‘he was an American pilot, very handsome.’
    She giggled. ‘I can just imagine you holding hands together under an apple tree, must have been very risqué in those days.’
    â€˜Yes, I suppose it was.’ I smiled to myself. Yes, everything was very innocent then, just as sex should be, but God was it exciting and exhilarating. I’ve never topped the excitement of those first experiences. My mind took me back to that last picnic. It was the beginning of July, another wonderfully sunny day. The day Johnny Genarro flew me to heaven.
    We lay kissing and, feeling him harden, I pushed away from him and began to undo his trousers.
    â€˜Time to fly,’ I said, easing his cock from his trousers.
    â€˜Final lesson today, Janey. If you pass this you’ll get your wings. I’m taking you further than you’ve been, so you need to trust me. Do you trust me Janey?’ His eyes had the devil in them, but a gentle devil. His cock, as usual, was rigid and I began to stroke and caress it. I hadn’t seen him for almost a week and I was already wet, I wanted his fingers inside me.
    I nodded. ‘Of course I trust you,’ and I parted my legs and he eased his fingers into me. Immediately, I began to gasp and Johnny watched me, smiling, then, just as I felt myself about to come, he withdrew his hand, rolled away from me and reached into his jacket pocket.
    â€˜Oh, don’t stop, not yet, Johnny.’ I was still gripping his cock.
    â€˜See this Janey?’ He was tearing open a packet and from it he took out something I hadn’t seen before.
    â€˜It’s a rubber, it means I can really make love to you and we can both enjoy it and there won’t be any risk.’
    I watched as he sat up and rolled the sheath over his cock and I laughed at the sight of it and he laughed. Then he kissed me, rolled me onto my back, lifted my skirt and filled me and the sensation was indescribable and as he filled me, again and again, I kept shouting his name and then he withdrew. He knelt up and began removing his clothes and I did the same and then we lay naked in the fresh orchard and fucked and fucked and it was glorious.
    Afterwards, as I lay in his arms, he reached over to his jacket and took off a small metal brooch.
    â€˜Here,’ he said, laughing, ‘you earned your wings today, Janey, you flew me to heaven. I don’t think there’s another pilot that could do that.’
    I pinned the brooch to my dress.
    â€˜Well, it’s a fine plane,’ I said, ‘you need a good machine if you’re going to fly properly.’
    He laughed and then he said, quite seriously, ‘Janey, when this is finished, will you come home to America with me? You’d love it there and I can introduce you as the British flying ace that could fly a man to heights he’d never been and make him perform like no other. Whaddya think?’
    That day was the happiest of my life.
    I never saw Johnny again. He was shot down whilst escorting a convoy of bombers over Calais.
    I fingered the brooch on my dress.
    â€˜He taught me how to fly,’ I muttered.
    My granddaughter squeezed my hand.
    â€˜I’m sure he did grandma, I’m sure he did.’ 

Fire Down Below
by Landon Dixon
    You see plenty of wildlife from a hundred-foot-high fire tower. Especially with a pair of high-powered binoculars.
    I was manning Tower #2 in the national park one fine, sunny morning, sweeping the treetops with my glasses for any hot spots, when I flashed on to some wild life that soon turned yours truly into one raging inferno. Two camping girls engaged in an early morning skinny dip.
    Nothing too unusual, I thought initially. But as a Park Ranger