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But it didn't happen straight away. The next two I had were in broad daylight with way too many people around. This had to be at night. And one night, I got my wish.

The aircraft concerned, had been discovered to have a pitted windscreen and it had been replaced over near the maintenance hangars. Interior hangar space is valuable, and they don't put aircraft in there is the repair can be done safely outdoors. 

A 777 is, to use the technical term, "fucking  huge". Especially when it's sitting there cold and dark at night. Internally, in fact, it can even be a bit scary. It's wide bodied, and seems to go on for miles. Even when cold and dark, there are still one or,two tell-tale lamps in the cabin, but that's where I wanted to be.

Because what I planned would be career ending, I made bloody sure the aircraft was empty. It's not unknown for maintenance staff to bed down in an aircraft, so I walked from stem to stern, making sure.....and it was in the rear galley that I took off every stitch of clothing that I was wearing. Every. Last. Stitch.

Then, I slowly walked the length of that aircraft right up to and into the flight deck. I'd taken my security badge with me, and as I walked, I felt myself getting wetter than I've been for a while. I knew my clothes were at the rear of the economy class cabin....and therefore no way I would get to them in a hurry. I was exposed, and to some extent, trapped! Fucking horny as well. Through the flight deck door, I saw....nothing. The main hangar doors were closed, and there was no movement outside. Neither were there Air bridges. No one could see. So I sat in the captains seat and placed my feet on the rudder pedals. 

That let my knees flop apart, one almost on the centre pedestal and one hear the tiller. I was leaking into the soft, lambswool seat cover, but hey, I'd be flying this beast in about an hour, so who cares. 

My hand found my clit, and I rubbed out what must have been the fastest, rawest orgasm I've had for a long time. 

On my return walk, I felt wetness on my upper inner thighs. I can only imagine what I'd left on that seat! I dressed again, and slowly walked back to the flight deck. 

Starting these things is, as most things are in aviation, a process. Step by step. Switch by switch. 

What is particularly nice is the main engine startup. 

I've flown these things empty. And by empty I mean me, a co-pilot and that's it. No cabin crew, no passengers, no luggage, no freight. Remember, they are designed to be able to take off, fully loaded, in hot, thin air on one engine. Can you imagine what they feel like on full power when empty......I tell you.....it's almost sexual! 

Taxiing to the stand was, as usual, uneventful. I parked, and immediately people were all over it. Fuellers, ground crew checking it over (we have to do a walk around anyway), cleaners, cabin crew and outside, baggage handlers were already loading the holds. I sat there and watched as our route was uploaded automatically from ops. (Something we used to do, painstakingly, by hand), and then my first officer boarded. I've never met him before, but then, as so often happens these days, you never know who you're flying with. We introduced ourselves, and decided who would be pilot handling on the way out and the return. This is going to be a medium range flight.....an over night while the aircraft is flown back and out again with different crews, and then we bring it back the next day. 

I realised as I chatted to this rather dishy young chap that I was sitting on a puddle of my own cum. Now, that's rather horny in itself. He, of course, had no idea. No wedding ring, I noticed, and in response to the question "How does your other half cope,with your duty roster?" He replied there is no other half. As I said, (unlike cabin staff) I don't fuck with crew, but masturbation fantasies are a different thing. 

That night, he had the room next to mine, and I wondered. Was he lying there on his bed, watching hotel porn, cock in hand? Might he have been thinking of me? Thinking of screwing his Captain? Perhaps bending her over the pedestal and entering her from behind, her panties pulled to one side? 

I realised one thing, as my hand slipped between my legs and into my knickers in that hotel. I'm making a fuckload of money throwing large chunks of metal and people around the sky. I teach flying in my down time, and I even take private charter work as well. It's quite possible that I could retire at 40 and not need to work again. 

And I'm wondering if being shagged over a centre pedestal might not be one of the more interesting ways of resigning?