Chapter Nine
“Where are we going,” Carla asked as Falcon steered her straight to a golf cart parked outside.
He had barged in on Carla’s meeting with a local mason, an expert on wattle and daub. Carla knew the man was a key player in the renovation process. Since Falcon rejected the Mann for the façade, she opted for the wattle and daub design as an alternative for the exterior cladding.
“Falcon, wait…” Carla protested.
“He’ll still be here when we get back.” Falcon reassured her.
“Fine,” Carla retorted crossly, “just tell me where we’re going.”
“It’s a surprise,” he replied heading for the woods before coming to the edge of a dell.
Carla gasped. In a dip in the middle of the clearing was a hot air balloon. She looked at him, puzzled.
“You’ve only seen the town from the helicopter. The view is even more breathtaking from the balloon,” Falcon informed her.
He stopped and helped her out of the golf cart. Jacques, her self-proclaimed assistant, stood nearby holding on to a thick piece of rope that tethered the balloon to the ground.
“Meet our pilot,” Falcon said grinning.
“Do you even know how to fly this thing,” Carla asked in disbelief.
“Oui, mademoiselle,” Jacques replied.
Carla stepped back, unsure if this was the wisest thing to do.
“C’mon live a little,” Falcon encouraged, holding the back of her waist and pushing her forward.
Carla mounted the wicker basket as Falcon and Jacques followed her in. It had more space than she first thought, noting the fuel tanks and other contraptions. She squealed when Jacques released a lever that held the propane gas and flames shot into the balloon interior.
She was glad Falcon held her close as the balloon slowly ascended. Her initial fright slowly turned to delight as they hovered gently above the ground. It wasn’t as intimidating as her first chopper flight and the landscape below was as green and refreshing as when she first saw it. They were elevated just enough for her to see cars and people moving down below. It was like spying on a whole town except that people turned and gazed up as the hot air balloon passed by.
Jacques steered the balloon confidently as Falcon pointed to landmarks that appeared. The pitched roofs in various shades of gray and copper, the churches with their spires soaring into the air, everything was mesmerizing from this height.
“It’s enchanting,” Carla said, struggling to make herself heard with the wind blowing all around them. She was grateful for Falcon’s reassuring arm around her waist.
Then he led her towards one corner of the wicker basket and stood behind her, still holding her close. Carla thought that something was odd as he proceeded to mention and point out another village below.
Suddenly Carla jerked in surprise. She felt him grind against her ass. She thought it was purely accidental until he did it again.
“What do you think you’re doing,” she whispered, stealing a glance at Jacques who seemed fascinated with something in the distance.
“Shhhh,” Falcon said softly against her ear, still pretending to point out the sights below.
Carla felt his cock grow hard as he pressed himself against her. She was thankful for the propane tanks that kept them partially hidden.
She felt his arm snake slowly upwards, the side of her that was hidden from Jacques view. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled, feeling his hand suddenly cup her left breast. Her whole body tensed as his fingers fondled her nipple making it stiff inside her shirt.
Falcon, please,” she begged him.
Her vulnerability only seemed to excite him more.
“Oh god,” she sighed, as she felt the familiar heat flare between her groin.
But she couldn’t move. She was afraid that Jacques may notice what Falcon was up to. She felt embarrassed and helpless and hot all at the same time. She was taken aback when he slipped a hand inside her shirt, his fingers making direct contact with her rigid nipples.
He shifted slightly so that his body blocked half of hers from sight.
