Flying Mile High Chapter 7
#16 of Flying Mile High
7:20pm Sydney time: Gwen disengaged the autopilot and manoeuvred the A340 towards the coastline of Port Jackson.
"Tangara 312, turn left heading 357. Descend and maintain 1800 feet. Cleared for the ILS approach into runway 34 left. Contact tower when established on the localiser. Good day".
"Turn left to a heading of 357. Descend and maintain 1800 feet. Cleared for the ILS approach into runway 34 left. Contact tower when established on the localiser. Tangara 312. Good Day!". Gwen replied.
Gwen moved the joystick to the left, causing the plane to bank as they flew closer to the airport.
"Runway in sight". Declared Gwen.
Gwen pulled the throttle back to the idle position and slowed the plane down to 180 knots (333 km/h).
"Set flaps to 3. Gear down". Requested Gwen.
Joe pulled the flap lever handle to position 3 and a hydraulic whirr is heard from the wings. He pulled down the landing gear lever and the whole plane vibrated as the wheels were lowered from the belly of the plane. Joe looked at the LCD screen on his panel to confirm the gear was locked in place.
"Gears down and locked. 4 greens". eported Joe.
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The flaps are an additional flight surface that extends down and outwards from the wings. Apart from increasing the amount of drag, it also increases the amount of lift. (Due to an increased surface area and camber of the wing). This allows the plane to safely land at the slowest speed possible.
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Gwen turned on the flight director as she banked the aircraft to the left to line up with the runway. When she was in line with the runway, she intercepted the ILS localiser of the runway. A green crossbar appeared on her instrument which would guide her to land on the safest path".
"Intercepted the localiser". Declared Gwen.
Joe tuned the tower frequency into the radio and identified himself.
"Sydney tower. Good evening this is Tangara 312. Inbound on the ILS into runway 34 left".
"Tangara 312. Good evening. Continue on the approach into runway 34 left. Altimeter 1014".
"Continue on the approach, Tangara 312. Altimeter 1014".
"Set flaps to full". Requested Gwen.
Joe pulled the flap lever handle to the final position and the flaps were extended to the furthest they could go.
"1000". Boomed the recorded voice.
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An aircraft computer sends out radar signals to calculate how high the plane is, relative to the ground. This is called the GPWS and it plays a recorded warning message when the plane is descending too quickly, when there is adverse terrain, or when the pilot is flying to low. During landing, the GPWS notifies the pilot their height above the ground (in feet).
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"Tangara 312, Number 1. Cleared to land runway 34 left. Winds 348 at 8".
"Cleared to land runway 34 left, Tangara 312". Replied Joe.
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The plane is now flying at 144 knots (277 km/h), around the same speed as a formula one race car. Gwen will be landing the plane at this speed.
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"200". Boomed the GPWS.
The plane would reach the runway in a matter of seconds.
"100 Above". "50". "40". "30". "20". "Retard! Retard!".
Gwen pulled the throttle back to the idle position, and gently pulled back the joystick. Raising the nose high above the ground before making a smooth landing.
"5".
A screeching sound was heard as 10 tires made contact with the earth, and the computer automatically applies the brakes to the wheels. The plane vibrated violently as tonnes of metal fell back to earth. Gwen pushed the joystick forward and the nose wheel of the plane hit the ground. Pulling the reverse thrust levers, the engine started to spool up. Sucking a huge volume of air and releasing it in the opposite direction.
Gwen and Joe lurched forward as the plane made the sudden deceleration. Joe was monitoring the speed of the plane as it decelerated down the runway.
"80 knots". (148 km/h). Announced Joe. "60 knots". (111 km/h)
Gwen disengaged the reverse thrust and the only sound heard was the bumping of the wheels over the concrete.
Joe took over the plane and continued to brake the plane down to 20 knots (37 km/h), before turning off the runway.
Sarah was sitting in her jump seat when she heard the interphone ring. Sarah picked it up and gave her usual identification.
"Sarah, chief flight attendant operating exit 1 left".
"Hi Sarah, this is Gwen from the cockpit. Do you wanna go clubbing tonight?".
"Sure thing!. Will Joe be going?".
"No, it will be girls' night out. He doesn't know where we will be heading to". Replied Gwen.
"Alright then, 9pm at the usual place?".
"OK!. See ya!".
"Bye!".
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Janice was asleep, naked on the couch with the TV on when her mobile phone vibrated. Janice grumbled as she sleepily read the message she received.
"Hi Janice!. It's Gwen. I've just landed from Honolulu and Joe is currently taxiing us to the gate. Sarah and I want to have a girls' night out at the usual place we go clubbing. Are you interested?".
Janice texted back. "Sure! What time?".
"9:00pm".
"OK! See you there!". Replied Janice.
Janice turned off the TV and went to her bedroom to get dressed. She chose a Skull Candy t-shirt and some khaki shorts to follow. She grabbed a pair of Victoria Secret panties and got dressed.
'Not wearing a bra this time'. Thought Janice as she left her home to hail a taxi.
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The door was opened, and Sarah smiled as she bid each passenger farewell. The passengers all looked tired when they stumbled out the door into Sydney.
"Thank you for flying with us. Good bye!. Good bye!. Enjoy your stay in Sydney!. Good bye!. Thank you for flying Air Tangara!".
Most of the passengers ignored her as they left the plane. She was a ghost with no name, standing there, spitting words into the air with a cheerful smile. All except for the last passenger took notice if her.
Mr. Werewolf stared deeply into Sarah's eyes and passionately kissed her. Sarah's eyes flew wide open but relaxed as she took his tongue into her mouth. The exchanging of their saliva was too much for the two of them to handle as they went over the edge. Sarah took off her neckerchief and was about to unbutton the magician's shirt when he stopped her.
"Save that for tomorrow. I love you".
Mr. Werewolf gathered his belongings and left the plane. Sarah disappointedly watched him leave, desperately hungry for more of him.
"DAMN! GO GIRL!". Shouted Gwen.
"ARWOOOOOOOO!". Howled Joe. As the two pilots saw the entire scene from the security camera.
"That guy was hot!". Commented Gwen.
"That was definitely Mr. Werewolf". Replied Joe.
"No way!". Exclaimed Gwen.
Sarah entered the cockpit looking somewhat flushed.
"The cabin is empty, all passengers have left the plane".
"You must be a great kisser. Mr. Werewolf must be proud of you". Commented Joe.
Sarah gasped, there was absolutely no way they could have seen her.
Gwen pointed to the security camera, now showing the other flight attendants leaving the plane. Sarah grabbed her suitcase and stormed off.
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4:50pm, Hong Kong Time: Kyle arrived at his hotel room and fell onto his bed. He was glad that his day was finally over and he could get some rest. He undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. After all these years of being alone, he had never felt so lonely in his whole life.
Sliding off his trousers and boxers, he stared at his white sheath, gently rolling his skin back to reveal his pink member. Gripping his cock he proceeded to move his arms up and down. His member felt soft at first but he began to move his arm faster and faster as his stick began to harden on his hand.
Feeling a tingling sensation in the lower part of his body, it continued to build up as he pleasured himself, holding back the semen that was building in his penis to maximise the effect of his orgasm.
Kyle panted as he knew he was reaching his limits, and yelped as he felt himself become weak. An intense feeling of pleasure washed over him as semen flew out of his cock and landed all over his chest and stomach. He tried to catch his breath as he returned to his senses and noticed there was something strange on the stripes of his left shoulder.
"FUCK!".
There was cum on the left epaulette of his uniform. He reached for the phone to call room service, requesting for the expensive dry cleaning service.