Chapter 5
As James was talking himself back into anonymity, he saw the first of the television vans pull up to the lobby. Then there was another. Then another. Local reporters quickly exited those vehicles, and he soon realized that he was about to be a top story on local television. He had no idea what the rules were regarding nudity on Mexican television. He had no idea whether he'd only be on Mexican television.
As the flurry of activity continued to escalate, James looked back over at Sarah. Still hanging, she was as beautiful as she'd ever been. It was at this point that he realized that he no longer felt cold. Looking up, his penis had worked itself out into a full blown erection. He was sticking out, the organ protruding awkwardly from his helpless body. He tried to will it away, but it was no use. She was so beautiful. His mind seemed to be ignoring his own predicament, looking instead at the angelic creature hanging helplessly to his side. He hated to admit it, but her humiliation was arousing. He felt a little drip of pre-cum at the edge of his manhood. How visible would that be on a news camera?
James was unsure as to whether the shrunken state or the erection was more embarrassing. He was sure that both were duly immortalized on camera. He wasn't sure what to do or how to feel. He wanted to hide. He wanted to latch on to the amazing creature to his side. Like a teenager, he was almost afraid he'd just have an uncontrollable orgasm.
The minutes seemed to stretch on endlessly. They seemed no closer to finding a solution. James tried again to will his erection away, but it stubbornly persisted. There had to be a dozen different news vans at this point, with numerous reporters chatting away as the cameras captured every ongoing moment of their humiliation. He tried to keep calm and think of a solution, but it was just no use. He couldn't figure out how he would release his ankles without falling. Even if he could somehow pull himself on top of the cable, he doubted that he could safely walk it all the way back to the platform. Even if he could, he certainly couldn't rescue Sarah and bring her along.
He looked at her again. She hung with her eyes closed, naked as the day she was born. Again, he was distracted. He caught himself daydreaming. He wanted so desperately to take her, hanging desperately in front of all of these people. He'd ravish her right there, right in front of the news crews, the cameras, the cell phones, and possibly the entire world. As the dream broke, his penis was so hard that it hurt. He needed a release. James was so turned on, that he felt that a breeze or a light touch might lead him to orgasm. He felt completely out of control. It was a feeling so unfamiliar that he had no idea what to do with it. That is, beyond wanting desperately to ejaculate.
He noticed that the skies to the south had darkened. The main storm seemed to be going that way. Yet, he could see evidence of a light breeze moving along the ground. Then, the wind picked up again. It didn't seem to bad below, and he realized that everything was moving much faster at their elevated location. The bench again began to sway, and James could again feel movement in his ankle straps.
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Sarah opened her eyes, looking at James with concern. "James," she said, "I'm scared." The entire time, Sarah had kept it together. Just like an awkward moment on live television, she felt that the best course of action was to ride it out. Drawing more attention to the situation by panicking could do nothing to help. She knew she was on display. She knew that any number of people would now have permanent reminders of how she looked without clothes. She had done her best to put that aside, closing her eyes and pretending that she was anywhere else. Earlier, she had seen James' erection. "That bastard," she thought to herself, "is this actually turning him on?" Almost as quickly as she had thought it, she put it out of her head. She was the one who wanted to take the Skyline so desperately. He was just as helpless as she was. After a few minutes, she had talked herself into believing that the entire situation was her fault.
There was something oddly liberating about hanging helplessly. For someone who spent so much time trying to create a calculated image, it was an amazing sensation to realize that you were both in an embarrassing situation and there was no way to fix it. In fact, it was with this knowledge that she had finally surrendered. Besides, she knew that she looked good. Hoping that no one would realize who she was, she nevertheless didn't mind the idea that she was the center of attention. She was so humiliated that she wanted to cry, and yet she found herself dreaming of men dreaming of her.
As the wind picked up again, this trance was broken. "Sarah, I'm going to grab you," said James. "If we both hold each other, we might be able to give each other some support before these straps break." Out of alternative ideas, she did as he asked. As they were already partially facing each other, this wasn't excessively difficult. Additionally, the straps in the center of the bench seemed more secure, and the move did seem to transition their weight in that direction. As they swayed back and forth, it seemed to be helping.
