by BJ Wane
Knowing he wouldn't make it through lunch and the time it would take to give Eve her first experience at skydiving without wanting to relieve this ache inside her snug pussy again, he pumped his shaft with quick, tight-fisted strokes. Pre-come coated his palm when he cupped his little head, helping to ease his way as he spread the dampness down his length. Images of Eve riding him with abandonment, her small body bouncing on his dick with undisguised enthusiasm and the way her orgasm coated him with her cream when she spasmed around him, had him ejaculating in seconds. Bracing one hand against the tiled wall, he spread his legs and bent his head so the heated sprays landed on his back and ass, leaving him to shudder and groan with the force of his release. Pleasure swamped him as he squeezed out every drop of semen he could, hoping it would be enough to sustain him through a long afternoon.
***
Eve must have picked up her phone to call and cancel the lunch date with Nate at least ten times since last Monday. His request took her by surprise, caught her off guard since she assumed an affair would entail him coming to her home once in a while for a few hours of sex. She conveniently forgot his promise to give her the excitement her life was lacking along with the sex she was craving. Pacing in front of her door as she waited for his arrival, she knew she had no one to blame but herself if today turned out to be a disaster, and by disaster, she meant Nate being put off by her limitations and ending this before it went any further. She didn't count the meeting at the stables because, with the help of Carl and Mark, she was somewhat familiar with those surroundings.
If she were to be honest with herself, it wasn't the unknown that worried her so much as her experiences with men. The pain of rejection from her three college dating experiences still plagued her. Even though they both wanted and agreed to a no strings affair, there was always the risk of getting her heart broken again. As attracted as she was to Nate and his dominant brand of sex, that possibility couldn't be taken lightly. The peal of her doorbell interrupted her musings and taking a deep breath, she opened the door.
"Hello, sugar. Ready for a new experience?"
That low, rugged, toe-curling voice and her instantaneous response to it settled the matter for her. For better or worse, she was going to get everything out of this time with Nate that she could because, chances are, she'd never have an opportunity like he was giving her again.
"Ready, except for one thing."
"What's that?" Nate hoped it wouldn't take long. Seeing her wearing a bright blue tee shirt with the saying, 'I teach, what is your super power?' in pink lettering made him smile and those same tight jeans had him anticipating pulling down those pants, bending her over and sinking into her snug sheath again.
"Would you mind letting me touch your face before we go? I have no idea what you look like other than Carl telling me you have sandy hair and pretty blue eyes. He thinks you're hot, but I'd like to see for myself." She gave him a cheeky grin, guessing a man as virile as he was would be uncomfortable knowing a gay man found him hot.
"And that will put a picture of me in your mind?"
"Yes. If I can feel you, I can see you. That goes for any person or object."
Stepping inside, Nate picked up her hands and set them on his shoulders. "Go for it." Eve lightly caressed the broad shoulders she vividly remembered before moving up the sides of his neck, softly tracing his ears then sifting her fingers through the thick, soft strands of hair that felt long and wavy. Trailing across his brow, she traced his eyebrows before sculpting the curve of his lean cheeks and the line of his taut jaw with just her fingertips. She already knew the shape and texture of his lips, but the lure to feel them again was too much to resist. With one finger, she glided over first his upper lip then the fuller, softer lower lip before moving up to familiarize herself with the shape of his nose. All in all, Nate Radcliff was a handsome, compelling man and, for now at least, all hers.
"Well?" Nate demanded roughly when she dropped her arms, her smile soft, her head at a slight tilt as if she was pondering what she just discovered. His skin still tingled from the feel of her rough fingertips moving over his face, her look one of intense concentration, leaving him semi-hard and frustrated.
"I don't think you need me to tell you what you already know. I'm ready now." Eve refused to inflate his ego by repeating what she was sure countless other women have already said.
"Not quite. I have something for you before we leave."
She heard him close the door behind him then, curious, let him steer her into the great room and over to her sofa. Before she knew what he was doing, he had her shirt whipped off over her head. Next went her bra followed swiftly by his mouth drawing on her right nipple.
"I… I thought we would do this somewhere else," Eve gasped after escalating arousal replaced her initial surprise at his quick moves.
Nate released her nipple when it hardened into a pointed nub perfect for slipping on the rubber coated clamp of the vibrating nipple clamps. "We are after I give you your new toys. Is that too tight?"
The tight pinch from the loop of soft rubber fitted snugly around her distended tip didn't startle her as much as the way the pressure was just tight enough to ratchet up her arousal a notch. "No, it's not cutting off the circulation or anything. What is it?"
"These are nipple clamps that come with a battery operated remote with a variety of patterns of vibration, pulsation and escalation. You'll love it."
He moved to her left nipple, giving it the same deep suckling treatment until she felt the pucker turn into a pinpoint that made slipping on another rubber loop easy. "Oh! What…"
"There's a chain attaching the two clamps. That little tug was to give you an idea of what's to come. Very nice, Eve. Now take off those jeans for a minute and bend over the couch."
Eve was too excited as well as curious to waste time asking questions. The only toy she had ever used on her body was a plain vibrator and with her nipples throbbing in constant, low key arousal, she was realizing she'd been in the dark in more ways than the obvious. Pushing her jeans and panties to her ankles, she braced her hands on the sofa, feeling positively decadent in this position, especially with him standing behind her fully clothed. When she felt his fingers push a small object past her slit, she stiffened, but her dampness made it easy for him to embed the object snugly deep inside her. Oh my God. Tiny pulses beat all around that special spot he was so adept at finding, drawing a soft moan from her.
"Nate, what is that? God, I don't think I can wait, it's too much." The vibrations stopped immediately and Nate helped her rise, giving her a light kiss as she swayed against him.
"I'm always so fucking amazed at how fast you respond. That's a small vibrator called a bullet. It too is remote controlled. I'm leaving both toys off for now though, so you can relax. Let's get you dressed and go."
Her body still humming from the small doses of stimulation, Eve pulled her jeans back up and didn't argue when Nate slipped her shirt back over her head without her bra.
"You won't need that, you've got me," Nate told her when she reached for her cane at the door. "Bring it if you'll feel more comfortable, but even the laser beams inside the cane that makes it vibrate when an object is in front of you can't be as reliable as my eyes."
"How did you know about that technology? I was told this cane looks almost identical to a plain white one." Eve carried her cane despite having the comfort of Nate's hand enfolding hers as they walked down her walk towards the curb.
"I do my homework. The electronic canes have been out a while and the laser not only detects obstacles, but drop offs and similar hazards and has three distinct audio signals, each one signaling a specific distance. Your handle vibrates when there's an object in front of you. How am I doing so far?"
Opening his door, he surprised her again by setting her hand on the top of the seat so she could guide herself down. Settling inside, she looked up to where she knew he still stood with the door open. "I never imagined you would take the time to research… well
anything about blindness. Thank you, Nate." She tried and failed not to be touched that he had gone the extra mile for her.
The smile blossoming on her face, lighting her vivid green eyes, had Nate stifling a curse. "I'm not a complete moron," he grumbled before shutting the door and moving around to the driver's side.
Eve's grin widened further hearing his disgruntled tone. He didn't like her categorizing him in with the other people she had come across in the last twelve years who weren't as insightful of her needs. Knowing he took the time to look into ways to make her more comfortable about going out went a long way towards making her relax, enabling her to anticipate what he had in store for an afternoon of hedonistic pleasure instead of worrying about making a fool of herself over a mishap.
"So, where are we going?"
"A favorite restaurant of mine about twenty miles out of the city. What other instruments do you play besides the piano?"
"I can play just about anything except drums, but my first loves are the piano and guitar. I was lucky. My love for music came at a very young age and my parents indulged me with lessons starting when I turned six. I had a good ear, and talent, by the time I lost my sight, making it easier for me to continue doing what I love most." Despite losing the chance to study her art at Julliard, Eve found teaching as satisfying as playing.
"Mind if I ask how you lost your sight?"
Eve didn't like talking about the accident, mainly because the discussion would inevitably lead to Bobby and she refused to share her last happy then painful moments with Bobby with anyone. "A car accident twelve years ago, right after high school graduation. What do you do?"
Nate recognized a closed door when he heard one, probably because he had so many himself and he respected her need for privacy. His tone dry, he answered, "Haven't you heard by now I'm filthy rich, sugar? I don't 'do' much of anything."
Eve frowned at his derisive tone, somehow getting the impression it was self- directed, as if he expected her and everyone else to think he was a complete wastrel. "Somehow, I find that hard to believe. You're too smart to be content to sit idly back and live off your parents."
"Let me give you a heads-up, Eve; I'm a sure thing until I tell you otherwise. You don't have to butter me up with compliments to get me to have sex with you today. That's already a given."
Eve didn't like his cool, mocking tone any more than she appreciated his view of her compliment. "Let me give you a heads-up, Nate. My handicap requires me to deal with people in a straight forward manner and my remarks aren't meant as compliments," she returned in a frosty voice.
Nate took a few minutes to call himself an ass before replying. "I'll remember that. I'm a financial investor, for lack of a better term, and I invest in companies that look profitable, some that don't and attempt to turn them around as well as playing the stock market. It's mentally challenging, and you're right, I couldn't abide doing anything that wasn't. I guess we have that in common; we both need stimulating mental challenges. We're here."
Chapter Seven
Eve heard what sounded like the whir of an airplane or helicopter blades when she stepped out of Nate's car. Cocking her head, she listened intently, hearing the fast whoosh of spinning blades slow until the sound stopped all together. Frowning, she looked toward Nate when he took her hand and started walking. "Are we at the airport?"
"It's a small, privately owned airstrip for pleasure planes. My friend, Fin O'Dell, owns it and O'Dell's, the restaurant we're going into. Do you prefer eating inside or out?"
"The sun feels so good; I'd love it if we could sit outside."
Nate picked a table on the edge of the covered patio where Eve could feel the sun and wouldn't be uncomfortable maneuvering between tables. Setting her hand on the chair, he waited until she took her seat to get Fin's attention to let him know they had arrived. Returning his wave of acknowledgement, he took his seat noticing Eve held her head at a slight tilt back. "The breeze you're feeling is from large fans crafted from airplane propellers."
"Unique and fitting, I like that. I prefer a light lunch. Do they have a salad selection?" she asked, making it easy for him. He had maneuvered her to their table with ease, his steps slow but not noticeably, she suspected, to the other patrons.
Nate gave her the choices while she grazed her fingers lightly over the area in front of her, feeling for the placement of silverware and glasses. She had just sat back, confident she knew what she needed to know, when a cocky, sexy voice drew her attention.
"Afternoon, Nate. Well, darlin', you must be Eve. You're as comely a lass as Nate said you were."
"Kiss the Blarney Stone much, do you?" Eve smiled up toward that smooth voice, holding out her hand.
Laughing, Fin squeezed her hand, saying, "As much as I can, darlin'."
"Eve, the guy with the exaggerated Irish brogue is Fin. The afternoon sun highlights the red in his hair, but it's women who bring out his lilting dialect," Nate drawled.
"I can't argue with that. I've got an extra chef today, so I can take you up whenever you're ready. Just let me know when you're done going over the instructions. In the meantime, I'll take your order and get on it."
"Thanks, Fin," Nate said after ordering his usual burger and Eve's choice of a Cobb salad.
"What'd he mean, take us up?" Eve asked with suspicion when Fin left.
"I'm taking you skydiving after lunch. Fin'll take us up in his plane and, after I go over some basics with you, we'll dive tandem. You'll love it," he stated with utmost confidence, reaching into his pocket and switching the nipple clamps and bullet on low.
The slight, arousing pulses around her nipples and in her pussy distracted Eve for a minute, but then his words sank in and she found herself not only enjoying the small hum of arousal coursing through her, but the fast pulse of excitement at trying something so daredevil.
"What's tandem?"
Nate was expecting her to balk at first, question whether she was capable or even willing to attempt something most people didn't have the courage to try despite skydiving being a safe sport. He liked the way she consistently surprised him as much as he liked her flushed face and aroused voice. "I'm certified, so you'll be harnessed securely to me and I'll control the dive. All you have to do is enjoy the ride. The freefall will last for about a minute before I release the parachute. I can add turns and flips if you're adventurous enough, or we can keep it simple." Leaning over, he cupped her head and brought her mouth to his, the aroused glaze in her eyes too much to resist. "Imagine climaxing as you're dropping from the sky at a hundred and twenty miles an hour."
He followed the whispered enticement with an open mouth, tongue exploring kiss. Eve forgot they were in a busy, popular restaurant and returned his kiss eagerly, her nipples throbbing along with the aching pulse between her legs from the vibrating toys. "I think," she whispered tremulously, "that if you want me to pay attention to your instructions, you'd better turn off the toys while you're giving them."
"Good idea," Nate agreed, his thumb gliding unobtrusively over her nipple before he pulled back just in time for their food.
It was difficult to divide her concentration between eating and listening to Nate's instructions on how her harness would work, how to exit the plane on his command and tips on how to land, but she managed to absorb everything he was telling her and get through her salad without embarrassing him by missing the bowl or her mouth once. By the time he was leading her to Fin's hangar to get suited up, the nervous excitement and jittery nerves sweeping through her made her glad she had a light lunch.
Eve didn't need to see to know the airplane was small, she could feel the tight confines as Nate helped her inside and she felt her way to a seat. She wasn't fond of flying in even large commercial jets. As the engine roared to life, she couldn't keep from asking tentatively, "Are you sure this is safe, that you two know what you're doing?"
"Did she just question our flying skills?" Fin asked, turning a mock scowl on them from the pilot's seat.
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sp; "I believe she did. I may have to punish her later for doubting us."
"Cool. Can I watch?"
"I don't know. Can Fin watch when I put you over my knees, Eve?" Nate loved the combination of embarrassment and interest obvious on her face even though she scowled at them.
"Hey, it's a legitimate concern for a newbie," she tossed back, desperately trying to ignore the way their teasing suggestion both intrigued and excited her.
"Trust us, darlin', we know what we're doing and Anabelle here is as sound as anything you'd fly out of an airport in," Fin reassured her before backing out of his hangar and taxiing toward the runway.
"Anabelle?"
"Fin is rather fond of his plane," Nate responded dryly.
Eve had no choice but to trust both of them as she felt the plane pick up speed and then begin its slow ascension skyward.
"Let's take your mind off everything but fun." Reaching into his pocket, he set both the nipple clamps and the vibrator on low speed again, his reward the glazed look of pleasure replacing the trepidation in Eve's eyes.
Taking the few minutes she knew it would take for them to reach eleven thousand feet, Eve leaned back against the comfort of Nate's large, hard body and let herself enjoy the low hum of arousal running like liquid heat between her nipples and her pussy. The feel of the plane's small vibrations and the sound of the engine smoothing out soothed her raw nerves and lulled her into relaxing and enjoying the flight.
"I'm hooking us together now," Nate told her ten minutes later as he attached their harnesses then leaned over and slid open the back door.
The cold blast of air that hit Eve's flushed face startled her even though he'd told her how much colder it was going to be at this altitude, but he didn't give her time to balk. Her only warning they were jumping was his whispered, 'let's go' right before she found herself airborne, the cold instantly replaced with heated stimulation in both her nipples and pussy from the increased vibrations from her toys. She screamed in fearful excitement, the stunning, breathless moment of floating on air, their bodies buffeted by the wind, enhanced from the assault of pleasure ripping through her body. As promised, Nate let them soar aloft for as long as possible, surprising her with a complete flip that made her laugh with the sheer fun of it and sent her aroused adrenaline soaring along with her body. His timing impeccable, Nate sent the vibrations to high speed on her nipples and inside her sheath while pulling the parachute cord. Their bodies jerked upward as she splintered apart with a body consuming climax that sent her senses spiraling out of control, the pleasure following their bodies' downward spiral.