A couple joins the Mile High during a balloon ride ... and pilot joins in.
The sound of the gas engine of the inflation fan broke the peaceful silence of the morning. The silky nylon fabric of the envelope began to fill with air as the balloon came to life. The morning air was cool but not cold. The summer heat would come later today, but for now it was just right. The grass had just a touch of dew and there was a slight haze in the air. The Sandia Mountains to the east were just getting touched by the first rays of the morning sun rising behind them. The sunrays streamed off the crest like a Japanese fan. The moment was picture perfect. This will be our first balloon ride and hopefully an experience we will cherish for life.
My girlfriend and I had to get up early to get to the launch site before sunrise. Don, the pilot, had told us that we have to start early because that is when the winds are calmer and the cooler air makes the balloon fly better. We hadn’t gotten much sleep at the hotel the night before. In anticipation of our great adventure, we had a long night of lovemaking. So, bleary-eyed and still a little fuzzy in the head, we headed out in the dark morning to have our first hot air balloon ride. A friend of ours had recommended Don when she heard we wanted to take a balloon ride during our stay in Albuquerque. We knew that Albuquerque, New Mexico was the “Ballooning Capital of the World” and we just couldn’t pass up an opportunity to fly there. Our friend and her husband had flown with Don before so they knew he was a really fun person and, most importantly, a safe and experienced pilot. They also told us that for “special friends” he would offer an extra bit of excitement. If we wanted to, we could join the Mile High Club during the flight. Helen and I didn’t even have to think about it. Yeah …. Let’s do it!
We met Don and the chase crew at a park in the west side of town and Don gave us a safety briefing telling us what to expect, what to do and what not to do or touch. Ballooning is a very safe form of flying but it does have its dangers and risks. Don made sure we were informed of those and fully understood how to stay safe. He blended serious instructions with corny jokes. His style really put us at ease about the flight and the sly grin on his face told us that he was looking forward to our extra special flight.
I was assigned the job of helping to hold the throat of the balloon open so the air from the fan could fill the balloon. Another crew member was assigned to hold the other side of the throat open. Don told Helen to walk around and take pictures. The crew was well experienced and everyone jumped right in. Everything was unloaded from the trailer and laid out on the grass. The basket was quickly hooked to the envelope and burners were attached to the frame above the basket. The big fan was started and the envelope began to fill with air. It seemed like just a few minutes until the balloon was fully inflated but still lying horizontal on the ground. Don then gave me some final instructions on how to hold the suspension cables and fabric out of the way and where to stand and then he lit the burners. At first, it was just a small pilot light, then after assuring the other crewman and I were clear …….. WHOOOOOOOSHH!! Don pulled a lever and a huge tongue of flame shot into the envelope. A blast of heat hit me and I had to turn my face away. Don hit the burners several more times and the envelope started to lift off the ground. He told us to let go of the cables and I stood back. A crewmember turned on the fan and pulled it out of the way. It was marvelous watching this huge thing rise up. After a few more blasts of the burner, the balloon was standing straight up. It was about 70 feet tall and 55 feet in diameter. Don told us it holds 90,000 cubic feet of air. Don said, “ballooning is like group sex. We can’t get it up without a little help from our friends”. There was that grin again.
After some “housekeeping”, as he put it, as he turned on the instruments and tucked loose items away, we were told to hop in the basket. There was a foothole step in the side of the wicker basket and we grabbed the metal uprights. Don said that there was no graceful way of getting in and we did not prove him wrong. He got us situated in the basket and briefed on where to hold on and what not to touch. He also told us how to stand during take-offs and landings. Then we were ready to go. Although we were told to hold to the rope handles with both hands, Helen had one arm wrapped around my waist in death grip. With a few more long blasts of the burner and shouted commands to the crew to “weigh off”, we slowly left the ground.
We did not know what to expect but I could not have imagined how smooth the take off was. It did not even feel like we were going up. It seemed that the ground was just dropping away below us. Don continued to hit the burner and we rose up pretty rapidly. The burner is so powerful that it does not have to left on continuously. Just short blasts between longer periods of quiet. In fact, most of the time it was eerily quiet. You could hear birds singing, people talking and dogs barking on the ground. It was amazing. We had been told that once we were in the air, the basket would be very stable and we could let go of the handholds if we wanted to. So, after a bit, I wrapped my arms around Helen and hugged her tight. This was better than I could ever have dreamed.
Then I remembered the other part of our flight. I looked at Don and, grinning of course, he gave me a wink. He said that we were about 2000 feet above the ground, still rising and no one can see what we are doing. Let the play begin. Still holding Helen tight, we kissed lightly. Then again, long and deep. Don had moved into a corner and was concentrating on the balloon …. or least that what he appeared to be doing. While we kissed, my hands found their way to Helen’s breasts. She was wearing a t-shirt, khaki shorts, panties, bra and sneakers. I could feel her nipples stiffen under the fabric. I also had on shorts, t-shirt, briefs and sneakers. Helen still seemed a little nervous and her nails were gripping onto my back. We continued to kiss and fondle and Don announced “We are passing 3000 feet up”. We broke our kiss and looked around. “Oh my God!” What a view! We were high above the Rio Grande valley over the outskirts of Albuquerque. The mountains were so clear they seemed to be right next to us even though they were actually many miles away. I stole a look at Don and he still had that sly grin on his face. He was really enjoying his job. As he hit the burners again, Helen and I kissed again. This time, she let go of her death grip on me and moved a hand around to my cock. Needless to say, I was already hard and my shorts were bulging. She started rubbing my cock through my shorts and then worked it until it was poking out the leg hole. She squeezed it tight and a moan escaped my lips. I’m sure it was loud enough for Don to hear. He was still grinning. I ran my hands up both sides of Helen’s body under her shirt and squeezed her breasts. Both nipples where stiff and erect as I pinched them through her silky bra. It was her turn to moan.
With this being our first ever balloon ride along and our first ever sexual encounter in a balloon, I was really unsure of myself. I felt Helen’s hesitancy also. We had never even had sex in front of someone else before. The basket is about 3 ½ feet wide by about 4 feet long. There are two vertical propane tanks in opposite corners. Don was squeezed into the space between a tank and a corner. We obviously couldn’t lay down to fuck. I finally looked over at Don and asked him, “So, just how do we go about this?” He replied, “If it were me up here with that beautiful lady, I’d be naked by now.” I’m surprised that I didn’t lose at least one article of clothing over the side as I stripped out of all my clothes. Helen pulled her shirt and shorts off in a flash also. The floor of the basket was soon littered with discarded clothing. My cock was hard and sticking straight out. I grabbed Helen again and we kissed. She started stroking my cock and I unhooked her bra. Her plump breasts swayed loose then she mashed them against my chest. Don was grinning bigger. Then he said, “It depends on what you want to do, but you’ll have to do it standing up. Blow jobs are easy, you stand and she kneels down. Or, you can kneel down, pick up one of her legs and eat her”. Helen was grinning now as she broke our kiss and slowly licked and nibbled her way down until she was kneeling in front of me. With her hands on my ass she sucked my cock into her mouth. I looked around at the view and thought that it just doesn’t get any better than this. Way up high in a balloon with a beautiful lady sucking my cock. Don’s grin was even bigger. He announced that we were at 4000 feet above the ground.
Helen sucked me for just a couple of minutes and I was ready to cum. But I didn’t want that so soon. I reached down and lifted her back up. We kissed and I could taste my cock in her mouth. I stooped down, slid her panties off and they joined the pile of clothes. I went to my knees and she raised one leg up and rested it on a fuel tank. She looked at Don questionably and he nodded that it was OK to do that. That was great because I was already devouring her wet pussy. I have never seen her so wet. It seemed that I couldn’t lick her juices up fast enough. Quicker than she had ever climaxed, she started cumming. With one hand on Don’s shoulder, she grabbed the back of my head with her other hand and pressed my face into her slit. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. I just kept licking and sucking her clit and pussy. I was sure that people on the ground could hear her moans of ecstasy. Spasms engulfed her body and I had to help hold her up. Her supporting leg finally gave out under her and Don and I both had to keep her from falling to the floor. I think Don got a nice “feel” in the process. The Cheshire Cat grin was still there.
Like Denver, parts of Albuquerque are a mile high elevation. So to get to a mile above the ground, we had to climb to over 10,000 feet above sea level. As any pilot will tell you, the air starts to get thin up there. At 12,000 feet, you should start seriously thinking about using oxygen. The mountains across the valley are 10,500 feet high and we were starting to see the plains of eastern New Mexico beyond the tops of the peaks. My head was starting to spin. I don’t know if it was the altitude or the activity. Probably both. I’ve read that the first sign of altitude sickness, called hypoxia, is a feeling of euphoria. Well, I don’t know about all that technical stuff but I was feeling great! Don told us to look at the altimeter in the basket. It read “10,600 feet”. Wow! We were over a mile above the ground and over two miles above sea level. Don pointed to the fuel tank next him which was about three feet high with a wide, flat steel ring at the top. Almost like a stool. Don told us that the best way to fuck up here was for Helen to lean forward over the tank and then I can fuck her from behind. So Helen leaned forward, rested her arms on the tank and put her chin on the padded rim of the basket. She spread her legs as wide as the basket would allow and I entered her from behind. Her pussy was wet, warm and seemed to suck me in. She moaned and bit on the padding. I made long, slow stokes in and out of her pussy enjoying every bit of this exquisite moment.
I looked up at Don and he was obviously enjoying the moment also. Helen was right next to him and her shoulder was rubbing on his side. She had her face turned toward him and his grin was big and wide. Helen then reached up to him, pulled him to her and planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. One of her hands dropped down and started rubbing the bulge in his pants. I asked him if he could fly the balloon and get a blow job at the same time. His grin broke into a huge smile and he said, “Sure, we’re just cruising along now. I only have to hit the burner every minute or so”. Helen didn’t take any coaxing. She stood back up and kissed Don again full on the lips. Their tongues intermingled and his hands caressed her breasts. I wondered if he could taste my cock in her mouth. The thought of that gave me a strange sensation. Carefully, Don sat up on the ring at the top of the fuel tank and leaned back against the metal upright basket frame. From there he could still reach the burner handle and give it a blast every so often to maintain our altitude. He then helped Helen loosen his belt, unfasten his pants and unzip his zipper. I think he has done this before. Helen pulled out his erect cock and immediately slid her mouth down on it. She rested her arms on his thighs as her mouth and hands worked on his cock. Don still had his heavy leather pilot gloves on and had one hand on the burner lever and the other on the back of Helen’s head. Damn, that leather was sexy. I need to get some of those. I resumed fucking her again with long, slow strokes. The experience was almost more than I could handle. My head was spinning, my cock was throbbing and my knees were weak. The smile on Don’s face had changed to an expression of glee. Helen’s head was bobbing up and down on his cock and she was pushing her butt back into my thrusts. Don hit the burner. The extra heat made beads of sweat run down my face. Helen’s moans turned into screams as an orgasm engulfed her. Her mouth came off Don’s cock as spasms coursed through her body. Her hand was still squeezing his cock and the head was bulging big and red. My climax came just then and I shot jets of hot cum into her pussy. I could feel the warmth and extra lubrication it provided and I continued to fuck her. We stroked and thrust in unison as we climaxed together. Finally, as our spasms calmed down, she returned her attention to Don’s cock and resumed sucking him. My cock was still hard enough for me to keep giving her those long deep thrusts she loves so much. She sucked and stroked him rapidly and he quickly started to cum. He moaned and jerked as his semen rushed into her mouth and down her throat. Helen continued to pump and suck him until his cock started to go soft and she had cleaned up every milky drop.
It took a while for our breathing and heart rates came back down to a more normal level and I said, “Damn, that was something else, ….. Uhhhhh, Don? Are you still flying?”. He jerked out of his reverie and instinctively hit the burner. He looked at the altimeter and sighed with relief, “Uh, yeah, we’re fine …. still over 10,000 feet”. Helen stood up and Don slid off the tank. She turned toward me and without warning, locked her lips to mine. As her tongue entered my mouth, I could taste Don’s cum. I had never tasted another man’s cum before and it gave me that strange sensation again. I’m not bi or anything but surprisingly, I wasn’t repulsed by this. I might even have enjoyed it. We just might need to look into this some more.
Well, all good things must come to an end and what goes up must come down. We collected ourselves and got dressed while Don concentrated on our descent back to earth. Helen and I cuddled together as were finally able to fully enjoy the scenery. We descended more rapidly than we had gone up and soon we were just over the tree tops approaching an open field. Don again reminded us where to hold on and how to stand for the landing. He called the chase crew on the radio and directed them to our landing site. They were there waiting on us. I thought it would be bumpy but with the help of the crew, he set it down softly in a clump of weeds next to a dirt road. We got out of the basket, Don pulled a rope and our beautiful balloon deflated to the ground. We helped the crew disassemble the balloon and pack it up. We all climbed into the van and drove back to the park where we had started an hour ago.
At the end of all balloon flights the tradition is to have a champagne toast to commemorate our experience. As we toasted each other with champagne in plastic cups, Don recited the Balloonist Blessing:
The Winds have welcomed you with softness. The Sun has blessed you with his warm hands.
You have flown so high and so well that God has joined you in your laughter and
He has set you gently back again into the loving arms of Mother Earth.
I don’t know if the crew knew what had happened up there but, if they did, they showed no sign of it. I guess that just like Vegas, what happens in the air… stays in the air! I shook hands with Don and Helen hugged him and gave him a light kiss. We said our goodbyes, got into our rental car and, as we drove away, Don waved to us with that now familiar sly grin on his face. All I could think of was, “It’s a tough job but somebody has to do it. Why can’t I find a gig like that?” We still had some time before we had to check out of the hotel room so we hurried back for round two and to plan our next adventure. Maybe sex on roller coaster? A train? A plane? Sky diving……….?