Jumping from a plane.
When Jenny Taylor was twenty-one her father took her skydiving. It was for the first time. The young woman was petrified. Not because of the little plane bumping and making all sorts of noises as it jumped off the tiny tarmac and leapt into the sky. Not even the noise and the smell of fuel as it climbed higher and higher into the sky and made the little tarmac look even tinier. No, she was scared stiff because her pussy was saturating her panties and her nipples were so hard in her jumpsuit that she was having difficulty breathing. She was on the verge of orgasm when she waddled crouched over and strapped to the front of her Dad as he opened the side door of the little aircraft and asked her if she was ready to go.
She could barely hear him in the earpiece of their helmets. Her breath was loud in her ears and when she felt him kick them both free of the door it happened. She came. Hard and in a gut tensing and breath robbing few seconds of absolute bliss. She went limp in her Daddy's arms and she thought she heard him chuckling in her headset. Her eyes opened and she knew she was grinning from ear to ear.
"My first jump, Jen," he said softly, "I filled my jocks with cum."
"Uh huh," was all she could respond. Her gut was still trembling and she desperately wanted to spread her legs. It was as if her father understood. She felt him tip them over and his legs and arms flew out in all directions. Following his lead she began to giggle as the force of the air ripped over the fork of her jumpsuit and pressed her bulky clothing hard into her sodden pussy.
The feeling was so good she found herself rubbing her tight little arse back into her father's crotch. He chuckled again and lowered his hands down to take a firm grip on her hips. "Oh yeah, fuck me, Daddy," she whispered to herself as they continued to fall.
His hands suddenly clenched tight on her hips and a long low groan came into her ears. His hands let her hips go and she felt the sudden jerk as the ripcord released the chute behind them. The sudden jerk of them catching the wind and the almost sensual pressure of the harness pulling up harder into crotch almost caused her to cum again. Her Dad's body was so tight against her and she imagined his hard cock still pressing against her smooth rounded arse.
She looked down and watched the ground and the tarmac edge away to her right. Looking up she expected to see her father's hand on the toggle that would correct their descent. It wasn't there. Instead the toggle flopped empty and useless just above her head. She looked left. The same. She nudged her arse back harder against the body behind her. He did not move. Without panicking she reached for and retrieved the two controls and took them in her hands.
"Base this is Jenny Taylor. My Dad seems to have been hurt. He is not controlling our chute. Can you help me? Over," she said into her microphone once she switched the channel with a hurried press on her helmet with her right hand before returning it to the control. Her mind raced over the thousand things her father had told her. They had done at least a score of practice runs, both on the tarmac and in the wind chamber. He had shown her how to control the chute and make it turn and glide. She tried to clear her mind but the thoughts that her beloved father was hurt kept impeding.
"Jenny, this is Andrew Shelton at Base. Do you have your hands on the toggles? Over," the crackling voice served to focus her mind. Checking her hands she made a slight pull on the right hand control and was almost happy that the chute above her slowly turned them back towards the two little buildings and the strip of asphalt many hundreds of metres below her.
"Yes, Base. I have turned us back towards the target area and holding descent steady. Over," she replied softly.
Andrew Shelton sighed. He had been daydreaming about fucking that little bit of tight woman that he had watched get into her flight suit with the Commodore. The tight arse, in cut-off jeans that almost cut her pussy in half. The tight T-shirt stretched around the round tits with the obviously excited nipples almost poking a hole in the blue material. Commodore Taylor had taken a long time to ensure that the woman's suit had been snug. He could have sworn that the woman pressed his hands tightly into her crotch and had almost closed her eyes in bliss.
Shelton had chuckled as he checked their body monitors and saw both of them had elevated pulse rates, breathing and skin moisture. The girl's got heated even more when they boarded the plane and Shelton imagined her submissively pressing her tight little arse back into the crotch of the male and finding herself intimately strapped to him. Her pulse rate spiked.
He gave up on the monitoring when they were halfway through their ascension. It would be another twenty minutes or more before he would be called on to monitor their jump. He had put them out of his mind until the softly voiced woman had called him on the emergency channel. "Shit!" he yelled as he pulled their life sign readings up on the screen again. Commodore Taylor was all red and zeroes. Not only that it seemed that the woman Shelton had been ready to jerk off over was his daughter.
"Jenny, this is Base. We have medical and catchers waiting. Just hold steady and come on home. Wind is zero, zero. Just take it easy and keep your descent rate as is. Otherwise everything looks 5 by 5, over," he replied. Already he could see the two medics and the two burly catchers rushing through the doorway and heading towards the landing area just to the left of the strip. He busied himself warning off all other aircraft around the busy little strip and advised all jumpers to abort or steer clear to the northern end of the landing zone.
"What's wrong with my Daddy?" the soft voice over the intercom almost broke Andrew Shelton's heart.
"I'm not sure, honey. We will check him as soon as you get yourself and him safely on the ground, Ok?" he replied. He dropped the formal radio chat. Damn them if they found fault with that later on. For now he had a very frightened girl trying to come in safe and sound with a dead man strapped to her back that weighed almost three times her small frame. He made sure his wireless helmet was in place and unplugged. He ran to the area where he could watch her come down.
"You two make sure you get her. The Commodore on her back is dead weight, understand,
dead weight
!" he yelled at the two watching men in their brightly coloured yellow and red uniforms.
The two men looked at him and then back at the rapidly descending dark blue dots far above them. "Slow her down, Andy. She is coming in too fast," one of them said before turning his eyes back to his target.
Andrew Shelton turned his microphone off mute. "Jenny," he said softly. "I need you to listen carefully to what I am going to say." Softly and clearly he instructed her in how to wash speed off her descent. All was going well as he watched the pair descend lower and lower. He was beginning to feel extremely confident that they were going to save the girl until the windsock that he had been staring at and praying that it would not lift from its limp position suddenly flipped over. His eyes flew back to the still descending woman and her hunched over companion.
