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I leap out of the car and run around to her side so I can open the door for her.
Standing close, I make sure she has to brush her hip against me as she stands up.
Fear is spread across her face, and I feel an overwhelming desire to wrap her in my arms and kiss her on the cheek, tell her everything is going to be okay.
Instead, I hold her hand and look down into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. Momentarily lost for words as the full force of her beauty hits me head-on. Like a monster truck running over a trailer, or a hurricane crashing through a town and sucking up everything in its path.
“Do you trust me?”
Her eyes look down to where I’m holding her hand. “I don’t even know you.”
“But, do you trust me?”
“I guess,” she says, “but if you think you’re getting me up in one of those planes, you’ve got another thing coming.”
“Charlotte,” I close the gap between us until our bodies are touching, “I will never let anything bad happen to you. I promise. I’ve done hundreds of jumps, all over the world. You’ll be strapped on to me. Our bodies locked together. Falling through the sky with nothing but the sound of the wind roaring in our ears, and the earth crashing towards us. There’s nothing more beautiful in all the world… or at least that’s what I thought until this morning.”
Two hours later, and we’re both wearing jumpsuits. We’ve been through all the safety training. Charlotte still seems nervous, but now there's a glimpse of excitement in her eyes as we step onto the plane.
Strapped together, my cock pushes against the crevice of her ass. It thickens noticeably as she looks over her shoulder into my face. The pilot shouts out the altitude as we rise higher and higher into the sky.
“We can turn back,” I shout over the roar of the engine. “Just say the word.”
“No!” she screams at me, a playful smile now covering her face. “I’m right where I’m meant to be!”
The door opens and the wind blasts into us. Terry, the jump instructor, guides us to the opening. He asks me if I’m ready, and does a couple of last-minute checks. I give him the okay sign and then I take Charlotte’s jaw in my fingers, and as she turns her head towards me, I lower my mouth and kiss her passionately on the lips.
Her eyes are wide with shock as I step forward, and suddenly we’re tumbling through the air.
She grabs onto my wrist so hard I feel like she might break something. But after a few seconds, her grip loosens. I hear her screaming and shouting like she’s having the time of her life.
When I open the parachute we begin to glide peacefully towards the landing zone. It’s the perfect day for a jump, and the wind isn’t strong. It’s like I’m in a dream as we steadily make our way down to earth again, with Charlotte’s body so close to mine. Just a few pieces of fabric separating us.
I take extra care to make sure the landing is a soft one, and, once we’ve unfastened ourselves from the chute, Charlotte runs to me and jumps up, wrapping her legs around my waist. “I can’t believe I just did that!” she smiles, kissing me.
I open my mouth, inviting her tongue to explore the depths of my being.
We roll around on the floor for a while, kissing, and panting and groaning sweet words of horny, adrenaline-fuelled delight.
“Come on,” I tell her. “Let’s go. This is just the beginning.”
5
Charlotte
The rest of the day goes by in a blur… literally.
Zane takes me to a race track and we spend an hour zooming around in high-performance cars. Driving at speeds that scare the hell out of me… but also excite me in ways I didn’t think possible.
I've never considered myself an adrenaline junkie. My idea of fun is more along the lines of a few glasses of wine and some good company, but today has brought out a wild side in me I didn’t even know existed.
After the race track, he takes me to a fancy restaurant and gives me his pitch.
“I want to start a website,” he says. “Adventure sports. A YouTube channel, a podcast. Maybe even a TV show. White water rafting, skydiving, surfing, skiing. Everything and anything that’s exciting. And I need someone to run it for me. And I want that someone to be you.”
“Like, an editor-in-chief?”
“Exactly,” he smiles at me and reaches across the table, squeezing my hand gently.
