The front of those tight shorts just molded her pussy, clearly outlining the lips of her cunt. She couldn't possibly have been wearing panties. But it... was the top she chose to wear that shocked me the most. It was a cut-off man's undershirt, the athletic kind with straps. And it was just barely long enough to cover her bra-less breasts. Most of the time. But if she leaned just right, or stretched just right, the tight material pulled high enough for a clear view of the rounded undersides of her. After my dad and I went over the aircraft, I got in, belted up, and went through startup. We did have a radio (tube type) that worked fairly well off batteries from the water pump motor, but most little fields didn't have communications. You could announce your location before landing, but it was just blind luck if you didn't run into anyone. That was one of the reasons my dad insisted on a long approach.Anyway, that morning the windsock had me taking off and climbing over the corn field. The. Mike and I resumed our conversation, mostly about work and his plans to expand the company. By this point, he was getting a bit loud, but not necessarily in a bad way I thought. He was just obviously feeling good, as I was as well. After a while, I could feel the wind pick up again. My initial reaction was that the sudden cool breeze off the salt water was a refreshing change on a clear summer night. I hardly noticed that the main sail started to flutter again, but Mike apparently did. Suddenly. “Yes I did.” Her voice sounded a little … different. "Was it a casual goodnight kiss?" "Yes…’ she replied automatically, then paused, “well…” She waited a surprisingly long time before continuing, “well not entirely casual… it was… kind of… a real kiss." “How did it happen?” I asked, intrigued at how the scenario was moving. “I went to kiss him on the cheek but he moved his head and I got his lips instead.” “Did you kiss him back?” I asked, immediately excited. “Y… Yes! But just a.