10 Twas A Fun Ride

The ride back to the airport was quick and the flight out was furiously slow. We are slowly building cred in the world; so hopefully we can eventually use some favors that can get us out faster!

Never realized all those favors that the cartoon Kim Possible called in for was built over time. Something so obvious was so easily forgotten.

The good thing was that Mrs. Z paid for everything. Both the flight in and the flight out.

Ah, Mrs. Z, I will gladly forget about this entire encounter.

Me: "What cha doin', K.P?"

Kim: "Algebra homework. I see you didn't bring your books with you.'

Me: "Ack, heckin' no! We went on a mission all the way on the other side of the world. No way I would bring that along with me!"

She just rolled her eyes at me.

Me: "Which is why I finished it while you all had cheerleading practice."

She threw a peanut at me and I made sure to catch it with my mouth. I most definitely did not have a cocky grin on my face.

Kim: "Cheeky prat."

Me: "You're just jealous of my genius mind. No one can handle the Ron-man."

Kim: "Oh really?'

Me: "Yes rea-"

No no no. Avert thine eyes, Ronald! AVERT!!

AAAGGHHH!! Dang it. I saw the puppy dog face.

Me: "Okay fine. What do ya need."

She placed her book in front of us to make things easier and questioned me on dang near everything. The four major classes down and she finally relented. Thank goodness I am a lot more studious this time around. And the classes are so much easier than I remember them. Huh, I wonder if I have a 'Zorpox' personality hidden within... Nah.

Kim: " Thanks Ron. Now we can relax on the rest of the flight. Only twelve more hours to go."

Blah! My discomfort must have shown on my face because she just giggled at me. She's lucky I'm tired or I would so tickle her to death.

I had asked the stewardess for some blankets and pillows. I'd rather sleep this whole flight away if possible.

But seeing as I am a gentleman, I make sure to do the right thing first.

And that's making sure Kim was comfortable first.

We had a whole row to ourselves so it was easy for her lay out across three seats while I sat up in the fourth one. I was patting the pillow to urge her to lay down.

Kim: "You know you don't have to do this Ron. I can just sit up with you."

Me: "Nah nah, K.P, lay your head down. I'll even help you relax."

Don't perk your eyebrow up at me; just lay your head down girl.

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.Like I said before. This is sensual. As an unfortunately no longer licensed massage therapist due to freaking Covid I know the damn difference between a good massage and a 'really good' massage.

Age requirement is 'be mature ya duckwit'

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When she laid down I pulled the blanket over her and gently massaged at her shoulders. She instantly relaxed at my touch, making this easier for me. Keeping my fingers closed and applying pressure with my whole hand wasn't easy when I couldn't use my body weight as leverage but I made it work at least.

She made light groans just from the tension being released from her neck and upper shoulders. With a slow effluerage down her back and up again, rinse and repeat. Keeping it methodical, I must have zoned in and forgot where we were.

With the movements I made, her shirt was riding up her back and soon I was touching her bare skin. She had goosebumps at the first touch but thankfully the hand was warm. Slowly repeating my gliding motion she arched her back and muffled into the pillow.

I paid close attention to where she responded to my massage. Keeping focused on where she groaned most so I would press down on those areas to alleviate the knots she didn't even know she had gained. Young ladies shouldn't have knots yet, but she has taken on alot of stress with the missions we put in.

I got on one knee so I could lean over her to make it easier on myself. Soon I was gliding up and down her back. My fingers were on her side and I could feel the tightening of her abdominus and oblique muscles.

I really did try to ignore her hot breathe on my pant legs. I absolutely abhor therapists who tend to their patients and have their junk in the patients' face! But let's ignore my mistake, and the stewardess who is watching me, and focus on what I am doing.

Straightening my arm to my shoulder, I used my body weight to press all the way down from her shoulders to the small of her back. Any further and I might see just how well she works out...

I would push that thought out of my mind if she wasn't moaning and groaning into that pillow so much. She's too young to be making that many erotic noises! Ugh. Just a few more years. Yep. Focus.. Few more years. Only two more.. Maybe even one more.. Ack!

Focus!

I gave her the extended massage, that's one hour, and sat back down. I shouldn't be this worn out, but man am I ever.

I shouldn't have looked down at Kim.. I really shouldn't have.

Her hair was still perfect.. But those eyes. Those emerald green eyes were glazed over like a woman who experienced euphoria. Her lips were puffed up and wet, probably from her licking them. She has a habit of doing that when they are dried up.

I really didn't mean to do it but I did it. I had cupped her cheek and rubbed my thumb across those lips. Gods did she look like the perfect woman at that moment.

I moved my hand quickly before I made any more mistakes. Pushing my dang luck here at this point. I straightened out her shirt and covered her back up before her senses returned.

Kim: "Thanks Ron... For everything."

I barely heard her, but I did.

Me: "Anything for you K.P"

I was lightly scratching her scalp and running my fingers through her hair when she fell asleep.

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.Meh, I'm not a great author. Get over it! :-)

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As I have mentioned before, I hate cliches. But apparently I attract them like homeless crackheads begging for money.

So as such, the damn plane is only an hour away from the airport is now in a wonderful descent down to ground. And by wonderful, I mean we gonna die.

Now let's explain how this happened. The airplane was jostling about enough that Kim actually fell out of her seat onto the floor. And boy was she not happy. I think I heard her grumbling about ruining her happy ending. So she took off to the pilot's cabin and left me behind in my seat. Well, I was in my seat until another jostle up and I went flying into the aisle.

Kim over the intercom: "Ron - I need your help! Now!"

Motherfu- And now the plane is taking a slow nosedive down. I had to hustle it out of coach and into the VIP section. But would you know it, yet another cliche scenario. Turns out the flight stewardess was not buckled in and was flung forward down the aisle. Great news for her is I'm an awesome catcher. Bad news is the trolley, from way back in coach, is now on a speed run down the damn aisle!

Now I wanted to dodge, man I really did, but the pilots' cabin was wide open and there was another stewardess, this one was smartly buckled in, who was close to the door. If I dodge, there was no promise that I could stop it from hurting Kim or bouncing off the door frame and hurting thr stewardess.

So I did the dumbest thing possible. I curled the captured stewardess in front of me and blocked the damn trolley with my body. Do I regret it. No.

Did any passenger on the side get injured. Nope, they had only one VIP and she was up front.

Was my back in goddess awful pain. Sweet bejeebus it was.

I did the age old trick of alleviating my pain by kicking the object of my hatred. Which also I have hurt my toe but the trolley is safely secured in the seats. Heh.

Don't ask me why I still held onto the stewardess, but I for some odd reason I felt it was best to drop her off with her fellow co-worker and head in.

Kim was struggling to pull one of the yokes down to steady the plane back to normal. She had her pilot already pushed to the side, but I needed to get the other pilot off his wheel. So I pushed him over and ignored the banging noise of his head hitting something and pulled down hard.

Just so ya know. I really hate these missions now. One thing leads to another and now we are flying a freaking continental plane back home. Well near home at least, gotta get an hour long drive back to Middleton after this nonsense.

Kim, being the awesome champ that she is, was communicating with the tower control and directing us back safely. I just held onto my wheel and followed whatever directions were needed.

It was both a quick and slow hour back, but we made it. We freaking made it! Kim went to check on everyone while I had to relax my back. With the adrenaline wearing off it was now starting to hurt even more.

I looked out the window to see Kim being hailed as a hero. Heh, it was cute seeing her blush in front of the camera. Ugh, guess I gotta get out of here now. I see the medical unit coming in and I need to get out of the way so they find out what happened to these pilots.

One step out of the cabin and I was blocked by both stewardesses.

Stewardess Numbah 1: "Thank you for saving me Mr. Stoppable. I hope you know I really appreciate it."

Me: "Aw, it was no big thang. We always do this sort of thing."

Stewardess Numbah 2: "Well we wanted you to know we thank you from the bottom od our hearts."

She slipped me a peice of paper and they both winked at me before pushing me out the door and down the 'fun slide'. Which honestly is the only thing you can call the emergency slide down. Just wish they were more gentle! I'm an injured young man, dang it!

Oh well, heh heh heh, let's see what this note says before Kim finds me and gets nosy.

[ I hope you had a fun ride, Mr. Stoppable. My ladies were instructed to give you a real heart stopping experience. Many expectations from you, Mrs. Zheglov.]

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Mrs. Z. I pray I never see you again. You freaking psycho woman you.