Mid-Air Awakening: My First Taste of the Dentist’s Wild Side
The cockpit hummed over Grenoble’s scorching valleys. Mme Besson, my usually frosty dentist, sat topless beside me. Heat had melted her reserve. I’d handed her the controls after some pointers, sneaking caresses on her bare skin. Heart pounding, I took back the yoke. ‘You did great, but I shouldn’t have touched you like that.’ She…