Airgasms Between Orgasms

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This is a sequel to Airgasms Before Orgasms and you will miss much if you haven’t read that. “Just you, me, and the sky then.” “I like the sound of that.” “Does that mean I can bum a ride back to town with you tomorrow?” I knew right after I said it that something was wrong. Randi tensed up like she’d just heard a pilot say, “Oh shit.” She rolled off me and turned her back to me and I could sense the heat getting sucked out of her opinion of me. “Hey. What did I say?” “It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing. I feel like I just jumped into a blizzard. I can’t tell up from down. Is there some reason you don’t want me in your car?” “No, Karl. It’s not that. It’s just… …baggage.” “Baggage? There’s no room for me?” I wonder whether humor is the right approach, but I have to find some way to lighten the mood if we’re going to be discussing past relationships. “Oh, you mean some other guy who hurt you just came between us. Where is he? I’ll find some way to get around him.” “I’m sorry, Karl. I guess I just got scared by how quickly we got together.” “Randi, it didn’t seem that quick to me. We’ve been exchanging emails for weeks. I feel like I know you pretty well. I already know you’ve had problems with guys who were cheating on their SOs. But this doesn’t seem to be about that. If we’re going to make this work, I have to know what I did wrong. I opened myself to you as much as you opened yourself to me, so please don’t shut me out.” “It’s just… …a flashback. This sport… You’re all adrenaline junkies.” “Guilty. But why is that a bad thing? You got hurt by one?” “Yes. A ski bum. If I hadn’t already been broke with student debt…” “Ah, I see. Filthy lucre rears its ugly head. And now I know that I can’t say ‘Trust me’ or ‘Fear not, fair maiden’. You have a trust issue.” I was now comfortable that I could worm my way out of this freezer. But did I want to? Did I want to risk getting hurt again by some other guy’s basket case? Damaged goods seemed to be the norm after age 25, but all it took was a simple request for a ride and I’m out in the cold. Was it really worth it to try to get back in, knowing that I would have to melt ice just to get back to ground level with her? I put my hand on her back and gently began to scratch it. She has a nice back and I love the way she spoons with me. It only takes me a few seconds of thinking about her to decide that she’s worth a little ice melting. I try to make my hand feel as comforting as possible. “I’ve been hurt, too, Randi. I know how bad it feels. I’ll probably be as guarded with you in some ways for a while as you are now with me, but we’ve got to keep the lines of communication open. I catch a ride here with people who need to guard their pennies so they can afford to jump. I try pay for their gas and I can afford it. I’m a trader, not a moocher. When I don’t ride with them, they can catch a ride with me and I try to keep them from paying for gas. “This weekend, I bummed a ride with Skybox. He’s saving up for a new jumpsuit and guys his height pay a premium. He has to leave early tomorrow, because his kid has a ballgame. But şişli escort getting a ride back isn’t a problem, because I can ask others or if that doesn’t work I can get a plane ride to a closer airport and then get a cab. I probably won’t be the only guy here who’s bumming a ride back tomorrow. We’re a pretty generous community, but nobody gets to be a full time leech. “I like to have people to talk with on the ride. It’s a boring 80 minutes when you drive them alone as often as I have. I was just hoping to get you to stay late enough so we could be together for those 80 minutes. “You don’t have to worry about me living hand to mouth and bumming a living off other people. I’ll lay my finances out for you and show you exactly how much of a risk I am to your financial security. It’s an expensive sport, but I know how to help you cut costs. It would probably be good to talk money with you during the week, but let’s enjoy these weekends and let’s not let our baggage get between us any more than we have to.” I felt the tension leaving Randi as I talked. When I stop, she twists around so we’re lying face-to-face. “Just please tell me that you won’t borrow money from me or try to convince me to invest in anything shady or deal drugs.” “We’ll, I don’t know if creating a new skygoddess is shady or not, but the other two are definitely off the table. I don’t need to borrow money and dealing drugs is way off my radar.” “I’m sorry.” I kiss her then. I understand, but I don’t like what I understand. I can’t feel as close to her as I was feeling just a short time ago. I’m not ready to give up, but I’m feeling less enthused. Karen would tell me that I’m overreacting, but the damaged damsel is a lesson I don’t want to repeat. I know that it’s unlikely that I’ll ever meet a woman who hasn’t been hurt by some guy, but to freeze up over a ride in a car makes me wonder what other mistrust might burn me. At least I’ve been able to keep my distrust hidden while I learn whether she deserves it. ————————————————————————– Oh god, what have I done? I’ve blown it, I’ve blown it, I’ve blown it. It was just a fuckin’ ride in a fuckin’ car and now Karl knows what a fuckin’ victim I am. I had to stop myself from leaving instinctively and that would have been stupid, stupid, stupid. He says he’s been hurt, too, but I’ll bet he never fell as hard as I fell for that parasite. I just know I’ve fucked myself now. It felt good when he rubbed my back, but I felt like a total turd when he explained why he bums rides. This culture is just so alien. I can sense reservation in him now. I’m glad he said, “let’s enjoy these weekends”. Maybe he won’t dump me after I give him a ride home. I don’t want to dig myself in deeper, but he wanted communication. “Please. This is such a new culture for me. The ski bums were all broke losers. I hate not learning from mistakes, so I overreacted. I don’t want to rehash old relationships, but if you really were hurt like me, it can’t be easy to trust me yet either. Of course you can ride back with me. I don’t need gas money. şişli escort bayan I guess I missed that in my dislikes, but I don’t really dislike giving rides, it’s just that you phrased it exactly the way he would, knowing I was a sucker for his approval and couldn’t say no. I’ll try to think about anything else I might be overly sensitive about and let you know, but please be patient and I’ll try to be worth it.” “I’m willing, Randi. That’s just the first sour note between us and I’m sure there will be more. I’m sure I’ll try your patience, too. We’re good now? Let’s get ready for bed.” I wake in the morning feeling pretty content. The tiny camper bed isn’t the most comfortable, but I was so exhausted I slept better than I expected. It feels good to have a man snuggled against my back again. His morning wood is pressed against my ass and I want to remind him of what he’ll be missing if my faux pas scares him away, so I raise the back of my borrowed T-shirt and ease his cock into my pussy. He reaches up under the shirt and caresses the first breast he finds there. I love this closeness. He starts thrusting gently and I say, “I love to wake up this way. You?” “Mmmmm. Me too. Nothing could be finer.” I laugh and sing “than to be in her vaginer in the morning? Yeah, I know that song.” It feels good to laugh. I start to rub my clit and soon have a sweet little orgasm. He has a good long slow build up and then cums into me with soft satisfying moans. We shower in the rigging shack and he gets me a DZ T-shirt. Then it’s into the nearby small town for breakfast and day planning. He’ll have to see if the school needs any tall humpmasters before he can commit to my AFFs, but he’s hoping I’ll get in two AFFS and then at least one unassisted freefall with him as a flight instructor. As we’re leaving the restaurant, we meet Racer X and Dew Drop as they’re entering. Debbi takes a look at both of us and suddenly seems kind of angry. She sticks her finger into Karl’s chest. “Forget Layla!”, she commands. Sensei looks a little guilty and she looks satisfied that her cryptic message was delivered and received. On the ride back to the airport, I ask, “Who’s Layla and what was that about?” “Um, well, I told you I’ve been hurt and Debbi’s appointed herself as my relationship advisor. She thinks I’m unfairly comparing you to this woman that was high maintenance after she got burned by another guy.” “Oh. She got that by looking at us?” “She thinks she did.” “Is she right?” “Layla was… …quick to get upset over little things and very insecure.” “Oh.” This is not good. Apparently I stepped on a ‘too something’ mine and Debbi knows it was there. “Randi, I’m a little more wary now, after last night, but if you were really anything like Layla, it would have shown up long ago. It looks like we both have relationship issues, so I plan to work as hard as you to work them out.” “I was wondering if you being hurt was just something you said to make me feel better. Now that I know that it happened, I sorta feel better. I don’t think you have to worry about me being high maintenance. I’m used mecidiyeköy escort to living alone and I’m kind of introverted. I like my movies and my books, so I’ll guard my space and respect yours.” “That’s not like Layla at all and that’s very good. I feel better now, too.” Later in the morning, we’re in the AV room doing a post-dive review of my second AFF when Debbi finds us. We have our heads together as we watch the dive on a small screen. She notices the improvement and smiles. “Don’t worry, Randi. Between me and Karen, we’ll help you whip him into shape.” Sensei says, “Hey! That’s not fair. The estrogen brigade is ganging up on me.” “It’s for your own good, Gomer. If it wasn’t for us you’d have nobody to keep you from dressin’ funny.” I laugh as she finishes picking on him and turns to me. “It’s going to be Racer X and Stinky and me for your next AFF. Steve will be on your right. Stretch here has a tall student to hump. Same load.” I feel a twinge of jealousy as I watch Sensei go out the door at 7500′ humping the ass of a 5′ 9″ woman with a base body. Skybox humps her 6′ boyfriend. We go up to 10,500′. My dive is smooth, uneventful, and strange without Sensei, but I get the pleasure of watching Dew Drop fly gracefully in front of me rather than behind and above as she films my successful attempts at a few freefall maneuvers. Under canopy, she teaches me how to spiral to drop altitude. With her flying beside me, I flare without instruction and make my first standup landing. All in all I feel like I’ve made good progress. I review the video with Sensei and Brian, the owner of the school, and they pronounce me ready for unassisted freefall. The school needs the jumpsuit that I’ve been using, because it has grip enhancements sewn in for the instructors to hold an AFF student. So I get one of the jumpsuits that the tandems wear. It’s basically a mechanic’s coveralls. Sensei is going with me on my first solo freefall to make sure I get stable and to show me how to turn and stop without assistance. We do a dirt dive to cover all the maneuvers we plan to try, and then catch a ride to 12,500′ for a 50 second freefall. It feels very strange to bale out of the plane unassisted for the first time. I hit a hard arch, just like I’ve been taught, but as I get to terminal velocity, I start to turn left. I quickly realize I’m in a flat spin. I’ve been taught how to counter this, by curving my body against it, but it’s not working and the longer I wait, the faster I turn. I’m not supposed to open the chute in a flat spin because of the high probability of malfunction with entanglement, but I also have to avoid blacking out from the spin and deploying my chute is the last hope for that. I’m still trying to turn against the spin when suddenly I get tackled by Sensei and we’re tumbling in the sky. We stabilize belly-to-belly with my back to the planet until he grabs my jumpsuit on my left shoulder and flings us around. Now we’re stable again, facing the ground and turning very slowly. I can see he’s straining to keep us from turning faster as he gives me the ‘Pull’ signal. I know we’re still very high, so I give him an ‘Are you sure?’ look and he gives me back a ‘Dammit. Don’t argue.’ look and an emphatic repeat of the ‘Pull’ signal. I deploy my pilot chute and watch in horror as he goes tumbling off beneath me.

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