4 comments/ 18589 views/ 14 favorites A Matter of Life or Death Ch. 01 By: BoobyTrapper - Part 1: Dave - Dave was a simple man. His job was anything but simple, but his life was a grinding routine. There wasn't any 'weekend' for him because, obviously, tourists wouldn't reschedule their holidays to suit his convenience! Still, he loved his high-pressure job, a small business he had set up with his childhood friends Matt and Steve. The business was his idea. Almost ten years ago, when Dave realised he wouldn't have money to go to college, he asked each of his relatives and neighbors for a $100 loan. He promised to pay back $300 after 2 years. Fortunately for him, many of them gave him the money and soon he had a substantial corpus with which to buy carabiners, ropes, bungee cords, climbing harnesses, helmets and other such gear. He asked Matt and Steve to put up money for marketing Exhale Adventure Sports and join in as partners. Steve set up a website and Matt got working on tying up with major travel and tourism services. Soon, business was booming. All three young men were expert climbers and their bungee site in the north-eastern corner of New Zealand had the most breathtaking views. After the first few months, they had to start taking tourists by appointment only. The three of them worked hard and Dave was able to pay back all the loans in just 18 months. It was a fantastic way for them to meet new people every day and the thrill of the sport kept them engaged. However, there wasn't much casual small talk. After all, Dave had to focus on ensuring that all jumpers, many of them first-timers, had their harnesses on correctly, all the knots were correct and secure, they followed all safety procedures and such. He knew he couldn't allow himself to slip up even once. After all, their very lives were in his hand. He wasn't particularly bothered about it being 'bad for business' - he knew he would never live down the guilt of an injury (or worse) on his watch. Ten years of this grind slowly eroded many social skills out of the three. On most days, it would be a couple of hours after sunset by which time they finished packing up all their gear and checking all buckles and straps on the harnesses for any cracks or tears for the next day. By the time they were done, they were exhausted. Dave, at 30, hadn't had a girlfriend in the last ten years and was still a virgin. Even when much younger, he hadn't got much further than second base with a high school girlfriend. He didn't even know what kind of woman he liked, but his pent-up hormones seemed to like just about every one of them. What he did know was that breasts and cleavages really turned him on. Being in charge of safety gear and the actual jump, Dave did get a lot of eyecandy. First of all, not many 50+ people wanted to bungee jump and his clientele was mostly young. They would wear the sit-in harnesses in a shed a few hundred meters from the jump platform and Dave would supervise them pulling in the shoulder straps, bending down to find the crotch strap, and clicking the buckles in place (which enhanced their cleavage). He would then double-check every joint to make sure the straps weren't twisted anywhere, the buckles were fastened correctly and the harness was just tight enough. Often, he would have to adjust a strap or two and would get a good look of delicious cleavage, or his fingers would graze against a breathing boob. On rare occasions they might even feather a nipple standing at attention! Maybe his knuckles would tap against a crotch as he adjusted a strap. Sometimes she was too scared to jump and she would wrap her body in all kinds of positions to avoid succumbing to the peer pressure of her friends. Thanks to the harness, almost every pose except for standing straight would further enhance her cleavage and nipples. The clients came in all shapes and sizes. He got big and small boobs in shirts, T-shirts, spaghetti straps, 2-piece bikinis; fleshy and flat hips under shorts, capris or bikini bottoms, tapering off to long, short, atheletic or flabby legs. Some women were more naturally exhibitionist than others and he would catch them trying to suppress a chuckle under his gaze. Some would push forward their chests or lower their torsos just when his hands were strategically placed. All of these encounters were very brief though. While he had a good show throughout the day, no individual event was long enough to cause more than a faint stream of blood to find his dick. They didn't even last long enough for him to archive in his memory for use later in the night! This was obviously compounded by the fact that at the time he was actually concerned about the safety of each person rather than any wank he may have deserved. - Part 2: Chelsea - The day was closing in that Tuesday evening. Steve had had to leave early to go to the bank in town. The 2:00pm group hadn't shown up and Matt spent the afternoon packing up all gear except what was required for the last clients of the day, who were scheduled to arrive in a few minutes. Dave went over their booking to familiarize himself with their details: Chelsea and Heston, age 25 and 27, on holiday from America. A couple of minutes later, he heard footsteps outside the shed. A striking young brunette walked up to the window and sang out a shrill, "Hi!" Sitting at a desk a little away from the window/counter, Dave could see her straight jet-black hair reaching out from under a light tan hat to kiss the nape of her slender, long neck. She had a cute face, and her dimples would draw any man's (and some women's) attention. Her thin lips were painted a deep maroon. He couldn't tell exactly from this distance, but her eyes seemed to be light brown with dark pupils, looking a little deeper than they should because of very tasteful make-up. Her shoulders supported a loose-ish sleeveless white shirt, which allowed light from her black push-up bra to reflect back out. This wasn't necessary though, as her left bra strap was peeking out from the prison of the shirt's shoulder, eagerly displaying it's fine satin material. Her grapefruit-sized breasts were scrunched upward and inward by the bra, but Dave imagined they may defy gravity even without it. The rest of her remained a mystery behind the counter, but Dave was stricken. He gathered himself and said, "Hi! You must be Chelsea. Welcome to Exhale. I hope you and Heston are ready to get your adrenaline pumping." With that, Dave walked up to the counter and handed her two forms. "Standard indemnity forms. Please fill them up and we'll get you both ready for your jump." Chelsea gave the forms a glance and then looked up at Dave. "There's been a small problem. I don't think we'll be able to make the jump today. Do you think we can reschedule it for tomorrow morning?" "No, ma'am. Tomorrow is fully booked. What seems to be the problem, anyway?" "We were driving up here in a rented SUV and it broke down. Our mobile phones can't catch a signal anywhere in this area. Heston is with the car right now trying to make other arrangements. I had to hike it up here to see what we can do about the jump, and I must get back to Heston before it's dark. Frankly, I wouldn't even have shown up, but I thought maybe I could ask you to help." "I'm sorry about the mess. As I said, we can't reschedule the jump, but maybe we don't need to. MATT!" Dave shouted, turning his head away from the counter. Matt trotted out from behind the shed where he had been preparing gear for the next jump. He gave Chelsea an appraising look and said, "Hi there. Yeah, Dave?" He had full view of her from outside the shed. "Matt, this is Chelsea. Chelsea, Matt. Her boyfriend Heston's car broke down a little way away. Why don't you drive down there and bring him up here? After their jumps, one of us can drive them down to the car rental and help them get a different car." Turning to Chelsea, he said, "Would that suit you fine, ma'am? After all, you've already paid us in advance." "That would be just great. Although Heston isn't my boyfriend. Thanks!" "Cool. Matt, take your radio and let me know once you get a hold of Heston. In the meantime, I'll have Chelsea fill out these forms and get ready for their jump. That will save us time once Heston gets here." "Sure thing, bro. See ya, Chelsea." - Part 3: Temptation - As soon as Dave heard Matt start the car, he opened the door and invited Chelsea in. "Why don't you sit down?" he offered, pointing to a chair at the desk. "Matt will be a while. Here, fill out these forms and Heston can sign his when he gets here. Would you like some water or soda?" Dave could now see that the shirt reached down to her navel - two buttons closed below the two open ones. An inch below it started a pair of shorts, matching her tan-colored hat. A pair of hiking shoes barely showed the tops of her socks through. They held a very athletic pair of well-toned legs. She grinned her thanks, took off her hat, sat down and declared that a non-flavored soda sounded very agreeable. Dave got a can from the cooler and tossed it to her. As soon as she opened it, some of it fizzed out straight on to her shirt and cleavage. "Oh God!" she screamed. Dave quickly pulled out a towel from somewhere. "Hang on," he said, "it's just fizzy water. Don't worry, no harm done." He handed her the towel and watched as she wiped down her shirt in front of each breast. Her milky white skin was pushed up even more and now Dave was most definitely feeling a little blood creeping into his dick. He couldn't avert his eyes as she took one end of the towel and reached for her cleavage, pushing the towel into the massive crack and then rubbing her breasts under her shirt. Finally, she pulled it out and reached for her crotch, where a little fluid had left a dark patch of evidence of the accident. "Thanks," she said, finally finishing the wonderful show. "These forms are ruined though." Dave was able to look up at her eyes just as she looked at him. "It's ok. Just an accident. There's plenty more where those came from." He handed her two more forms. "Thanks, you're so sweet," she replied and started fiddling around the desk for a pen. Dave leapt to the desk, pulled out a pen from the drawer and handed it to her. Normally, this is when Dave would have gone out back to bring in the harnesses and helmets when Matt wasn't available. He couldn't move though. As Chelsea filled out the forms, his eyes caught the smoothness of her bra through her shirt's large armholes. He stepped a little closer, as if to inspect what she was writing, and he could see straight down her shirt. The tops of her boobs were very inviting and Dave desperately wanted to touch them. He wanted to fit a finger or two between her cleavage and feel her flesh pressing back. Of course, no such thing happened. What did happen, though, was that Dave surreptiously picked up a camera from one of the shelves. He wanted pictures of this stunning beauty, but he knew the camera would make those stupid 'shutter' sounds that digital cameras produce artificially with every photo he took. So he switched it to video mode and hit record. The camera gave a soft 'blip' and started recording Dave's palm. As soon as he was able to get to a more advantageous position, he flipped the camera in Chelsea's direction and started fiddling with the zoom to get the best frames possible. Standing behind her, he panned the camera from around one armhole to the next, lingering around the top for a while to capture as much of her flesh as possible. A few veins were threatening to push out of her ample bosom, creating intricate art forms across her bulge. He could see her chest rise and fall rhythmically and every second caused more blood to rush to his dick. A large spot of her shirt that had been drenched in the soda was almost transparent, not that he needed this window. He felt himself trembling a little at the thought of being caught - he had never done any such thing before! His dick was half erect under his tight jeans, causing him to reach down and adjust it violently. He wanted to bring the camera from underneath to get a view of her bust from under her shirt, but he knew this would be too dangerous. Having captured a few minutes worth of footage, he stopped the recording (the camera sounded another 'blip') and put the precious cargo away. - Part 4: Losing Control - As soon as Chelsea finished with the forms, she looked up to see Dave standing behind her, grinned and handed them to him. Unconsciously, Dave let out a sigh of relief that Chelsea didn't seem to be on to him. However, years of working in close quarters with thousands of customers had taught Dave one thing - most women know when they are being ogled or letched at. He could only conclude that either Chelsea was too naive, or she was enjoying it. Just about then, his radio came to life, "Come in, Dave." "Dave here. Have you found Heston?" Chelsea looked eagerly at Dave as he spoke into the radio. "Yes, I found Heston and his car, but there's a slight problem. It seems he was driving without his license. Cops are taking him to his hotel now to prove he has a valid license. If that isn't his last stop, I'm guessing it'll be the slammer for tonight." Fear descended into Chelsea's eyes and she stood up. "Oh, God! This day just keeps getting worse! What else could go wrong?" Dave put an arm around her shoulder and spoke into the radio, "Thanks Matt. You go on home, then. Chelsea and I will figure out what she wants to do, and I'll pack up here." "Okay. We finished most of the packing earlier anyway. Over and out." The radio went dead. Chelsea looked into Dave's eyes with a questioning look. He said, "Look, Heston has a license, right?" She nodded. "The cops here are reasonable, especially with tourists. They'll take him to the hotel, see that he has a driving license and be on their way. In fact, he'll be in civilization much faster that way and can figure out what to do about the car rental." Chelsea's eyes softened a little. He went on, "I can drive you to your hotel. We can leave now, but the way I figure it, we still have some sunlight left, you've already paid for two jumps in advance, and I think you should do it. Whether you get to your hotel by 6:00 or by 7:00 won't make much of a difference." She thought for a moment and then broke into a smile. "Swell! You've really been so good to me. Thank you! I'm ready to go jump," she screeched gleefully. "It was Heston's fault, not carrying his license, but I can't see why at least one of us shouldn't have fun. At least something good will come of this awful day." She reached up and gave Dave a peck on the cheek. Her scent had him swooning for a moment or two. He managed to break away from her long enough to rush out back and bring one harness in. He led her through the steps of wearing it. Once she had loosely put her arms and legs through the correct spaces, she looked down to admire herself. "This looks cute! Sort of like a SWAT team uniform." Dave laughed, "Not quite, but you do look very cute," picking up on the same word she had used. He wanted to say gorgeous or breathtaking. Instead, he offered, "Want me to take a picture? I can email it to you later." "Oh, would you? That'll be great! I'll show Heston what he missed." Dave picked up his camera, switched it to 'still' mode and took a few innocent pictures which he showed Chelsea on the digital display. He then insisted on taking a few more pictures (that weren't so innocent and certainly couldn't be shared with his customer). He took profile pictures (getting a lot of sideboob), top pictures (getting a LOT of cleavage and the tops of her breasts), and even pictures of the harness from the bottom (actually capturing her smooth flat stomach under her shirt and the underside of her breasts). She assumed 'friendly' poses in some of them, and he directed her hands and legs in others ("to get more natural pictures," he explained - he was really adjusting her shirt for maximum viewing area). Dave was really excited now, but couldn't continue this for long. He finally put away his camera and, before Chelsea could ask to see the new pictures, he told her he was going to adjust the harness to make sure it would be safe. "It's a matter of life or death, after all," he said. "If we don't do this correctly, you might slip off mid-flight." As a worried look came upon Chelsea's sweet little face, he calmed her, "Don't worry. I'm really good at this and there's never been any injury on the jump. Just stand still and let me do my work." "Oh, sure! I trust you. Go ahead and get me ready." Chelsea stood to attention and looked straight into Dave's chest. Something about her submissive demeanor emboldened Dave. To reinforce his authority, he repeated, "Look now, this may feel a little awkward, but remember I'm doing this for your safety. I do this several times every day. Just let me know if the straps feel too tight." "Okay!" she squealed and Dave got to work. Dave held her palms and spread out her hands. "This is most likely the position you will freefall in," he said, explaining his actions. Of course, he had already started bullshitting her. Chelsea had already worn the harness properly and all Dave had to do was tug on three straps to adjust them a bit - he didn't need to touch her at all. Dave moved his head closer to her chest to 'inspect' the chest strap (which is supposed to go under the boobs), and then went around her, getting a good look through her armholes until he reached behind. "Hmmm. This isn't quite right." He reached under her arms to the front and unbuckled the strap. His thumbs felt the thick material of her bra under her shirt as he did so. Chelsea didn't flinch and Dave grew even bolder. He loosened the strap as far as they would go, walked around to the front and buckled it again. "I need to position this correctly." He pressed the right strap against the outside of her right boob and tugged at the left one to tighten it right across her nipples. He didn't tighten it all the way though. He took up his position behind Chelsea, put his right hand under the strap and felt his way forward against her right boob, pushing it left. He caught the left strap and repeated the motion on the left, this time pulling the strap in his fingers. He 'handed off' the left strap into his right hand, pressed both her boobs backwards (bracing her against his chest) and tightened it. The strap was holding his hand pressed against Chealsea's nipples. He couldn't feel them because of the thickness of the bra, but just his imagination of what they might feel like gave Dave a full erection. He rubbed her breasts a few times in 'an attempt to free his hand'. He returned to her front, gave an appraising look, lowered Chelsea's hands and asked, "How does that feel?" "It's a little too tight. Is it supposed to be this way? I feel like I may not be able to breathe." "No, no. It's supposed to be comfortable. Hang on, I'll adjust it. Why don't you sit down? You must be getting tired of standing." Chelsea sat on the chair and, without any indication from him, raised her hands by her sides. Of course, Dave could have just unbuckled the strap to relieve her from the agony, but he had other ideas. He sat down on his haunches in front of her, reached under the strap first with one hand, then the other, and began pushing the straps outwards (or was he really just massaging her boobs?). After a few more seconds, he really needed to adjust his dick so he released his hands, walked behind her and did the best he could to find some space for his member. "Oh, I see what the problem is!" Dave suddenly announced. Chelsea whorled around and looked up at him. "Are you wearing a push-up bra by any chance?" She nodded. "See, that's the problem. Push-up bras are harder and thicker than normal bras. So, the setting that should have felt comfortable is instead feeling tight. Here, let me help you." He came back to the front. A Matter of Life or Death Ch. 01 Now, Dave had already had a lot of fun and could have backed out at this very moment, loosened the strap correctly and be done with it. This didn't occur to him though. Fortunately for him, it didn't occur to Chelsea either. As he unbuckled the strap, she sucked in a gulp of air and heaved in relief. Dave lowered the shoulder straps so that the harness was only hanging by her waist. He reached for her shirt and opened the two buttons holding it on her frame. He slipped off her shirt, reached behind and unhooked her bra. Chelsea's eyes were now growing quite large - either with fear or consternation. Dave calmed her saying, "We'll just remove this offending article out of the way and the harness should feel much more comfortable. Don't you think so?" The question put the onus back on Chelsea. It gave her a sense that she was still in control of the situation. Her eyes softened back to that trusting look she had a few minutes ago and she nodded lightly, "I guess so." Dave gently slipped off the bra and she helped him by raising her hands. Gravity didn't affect her boobs by more than an inch or so. Dave was impressed by how they stood up. Her cleavage spread out though, as though her globes were two magnets with north poles facing each other. The areaolas were coin-sized perfect dark brown circles, topped of with tiny nubs with pink centers. Dave was really hard now. He picked up the shirt and made a motion of handing it to her, but pulled it back just as she reached for it. "Hang on," he said, "I have an idea. Why don't we measure your chest so that I can fit the straps correctly this time? That will save us a lot of time adjusting it." The use of the word 'we' reinforced the false idea of Chelsea being in control. Without realizing what she was agreeing to, she said, "That sounds perfect. If it helps, my bra size is 38D." "I'm sorry, I don't know much about bras." This was the first truth that Dave had spoken in the last half hour or so. "I'll just go ahead and take the measurements. Of course, we've never used this place as a fitting room before, so I don't have any measuring tape. We'll just use what we have." Before Chelsea could come up with any ideas of her own for this, Dave put his thumb just behind Chelsea's left boob, and started measuring the span of his palm across her back. By the third span, he was already touching her right nipple. He continued across her chest, making sure he rubbed each nipple as he palmed her breasts. He continued holding on to her left breast (a little tightly) as he reached for a piece of paper and pen on his desk, as though he would 'lose' the measurement if he let go of her. He scribbled something on the paper, let go of her boob and said, "Okay. Now for the cup size." Of course, the harness had no cups, but then this whole measurement fiasco was bullshit anyway. Plus, Dave had by now understood just how naive Chelsea was and had lost all fear and morality. He held her by her waist and ran his palms up along her sides. He took the soft white flesh of her breasts into his hands, worked his way down until he was holding one in each hand, and proceeded to 'weigh' them. He stroked the undersides with his fingers as his palm worked upwards across her nipples, then rotated his hands so that the fingers went out to the sides. "I'm sorry, I thought I could save time by measuring both together. They just don't fit in one hand. I'll need to check them one at a time." He himself didn't know why he suddenly felt the need to give an explanation. He proceeded to take one breast at a time in both his hands, rub it upwards, downwards and into her for about a minute each. The nerve endings in his palms could feel the nipples hardening, so he teased them a little with his thumb. Chelsea briefly closed her eyes as he did so. He fiddled a little more around her nipples with his fingers until they were really hard and standing out like icicles. Once again, while 'writing down' his 'measurements', he continued to hold on to her breast with one hand. As he let go of her boob, he stood back and said, "You were right, you know. You look really cute." Still continuing with Chelsea's original line of thought and making it sound like it was all Chelsea's idea. He avoided the words 'sexy' and 'mindblowing'. "With the harness hanging off you like that, you look even better." All Chelsea could reply was "Thanks." She hadn't a clue where this was going, but she saw Dave pick up the camera and focus it on her. "You look really nice. I think you should preserve this moment," he said, and went on to snap a few pictures. Several delicious pictures later, he slapped his forehead. "Oh, what was I thinking? You should wear your shirt before I take these pictures. I'm sorry. I'll delete these and take new photos." Dave handed Chelsea her shirt. She buttoned the bottom two buttons and this time, without the bra. Dave began once more with his camera and the downblouse and sideboob views were even more arousing. He desperately wanted to shoot off his load somewhere, but couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation to have Chelsea help him with that. So he just put away the camera and continued mauling her breasts. He repeated the elaborate procedure of holding her breasts down while tightening the straps. This time though, he didn't go over the shirt. One hands went through an armhole and the other under the collar to grab her boobs. They were so soft and her nipples were so hard between his fingers! He kept licking his lips trying to figure out a way to take them into his mouth. His breathing was much more rapid and his dick was fiercely protesting its confinement. Of course, this time he didn't tighten the harness too far. "Is that more comfortable?" Dave asked. "Yeah, it doesn't even feel like I'm wearing a harness." "Okay, raise your hands above your head and let's see if it stays in place." Obviously, as she did so, the strap slipped down from her boobs. A worried look came upon her face. "Don't worry, this happens sometimes. We'll just wear it in a different way today." He reached out and tightened the strap under her boobs, as it should have been - and as it was before this whole fiasco started. He had her raise her hands again and declared, "There, that's much better. That will hold it in place. Now let's take a look at the rest of the harness." He stood Chelsea up and asked her to spread her legs two feet apart. He stroked his fingers across the crotch straps, 'smoothening' them out against her arse (it was as soft as her boobs), and then held the waist strap. Standing behind her, he reached for the buckle in front from around her waist. He intentionally fumbled around with the buckle a few times, pushing against her crotch as he did so. Each time, Chelsea audibly sucked in a little air and flinched a little, but Dave could see she was trying her best to stand still. He wracked his brain, but couldn't figure out any way to get her to take off the shorts - until he mentally reviewed what he had just done at the top. Dave knelt down in front of Chelsea, stuffed his right hand under the crotch straps and 'held' the crotch tightly in place as he tightened the straps around it, almost cutting off all circulation to her legs. "That's too tight," mumbled Chelsea and Dave immediately opened the buckles. "Sorry about that. Let's make sure we have your measurements correct. That way, the harness won't feel too tight when you put it on." Chelsea saw the logic in this, as she had received a much more comfortable fit on her chest after Dave had taken the measurements. "Sounds good," she agreed and Dave opened the button on her shorts before sliding the zip down. Surprisingly, given his raging hard-on, he wasn't violent with it. He calmly slid her shorts down, running his fingers across her thighs and calves, and asked her to step out of them. Chelsea trembled with his motions. His nose was almost against her black nylon panty and he could smell her juices. Dave's brain went into overdrive. He first measured her waist with his palm just as he had 'measured' her chest. He then did the same around the hips and arse cheeks, taking his time to rub them down. Finally, he said he wanted to measure the 'cup size'. Now this was something Chelsea wasn't familiar with. He slid her panty down her legs and Chelsea gasped softly as the outside air met her hot pussy. Dave pursed his lips and blew a chill blast across the completely shaved lips. Chelsea was quivering now, but before she could say anything, Dave cupped her pussy into his right palm and began to grind it against her. He rubbed his index and ring fingers against the lips while the middle finger enjoyed her slit. Dave was horribly uncomfortable in his jeans now. This lasted for under a minute, but Chelsea had closed her eyes and was visibly shaking now. She even gave out an occasional moan that drove Dave mad. She was getting wet and simultaneously Dave could feel precum trying desperately to vacate his dick. Dave suddenly felt a wave of panic shoot up through his spine and down to the tips of his fingers. He realized that no matter how compliant Chelsea was, he couldn't afford to bring her to an orgasm, fearing that she might realize the outlandishness of this whole exercise. He scribbled the last of his 'measurements', gave her pussy a final stroke and raised her panties back to her waist. "I've got it," he said. "Here, put your shorts back on while I adjust these straps." Once she had worn her shorts, Dave buckled her into the harness as he would have any other customer and asked, "How's that?" Chelsea didn't want to tell him that her clothes were now uncomfortable for a different reason. She truthfully replied, "The harness fit perfectly," but actually she was dying to rub her pussy so that the twinge of electricity still running through her body would subside. "You don't sound very confident," asserted Dave. "No, really, the harness is just right." Chelsea averted her eyes. "Okay, then. We're ready. Let's go make the jump." She looked at him pleadingly and said, "Wait. Do you have a toilet I can use?" Dave understood why she needed the privacy, but the recent panic had brought with it an ounce of professionalism. He could probably have offered to help her with her new 'problem', but he simply pointed to the back door and said, "Out the back, to the right. I'll wait outside for you. Come around the shed when you are done. Here, let me unbuckle this for you." With a touch of disappointment, Chelsea walked out the door. Dave could no longer hold himself and pulled down his jeans in one motion. His hand took a death grip on his dick and started stroking up and down. In a minute or two, he heard a loud moan from behind the shed. He knew what this meant. His load shot off in front of him and he crumbled to the floor, trembling heavily. It took him another minute to gather himself. He found the towel and got rid of as much evidence as he could, then stuffed his junk back into his pants. It was a little easier to find space for it now. He trotted outside and struck a pose as though he had been waiting for hours. Chelsea appeared a couple of minutes later, looking visibly relieved. "Ready to go?" he asked. She nodded. She had buckled her strap back into place and they walked to the bungee platform in silence. Once up, Dave knelt down to affix the bungee cord to her ankles. He rattled of a series of instructions while he did so. The whole set up was very professional again. Once it was secure, he helped Chelsea to the edge of the platform and gave her a final list of instructions. As Chelsea looked over the edge, she felt the fight-or-flight response that arises in people with the release of adrenaline. She chose flight. She dug her fingers into Dave's biceps and declared, "I can't do it. This seems too high." "Oh, come on. That's the thrill of it. Don't worry, you are absolutely safe in my hands." "I know I'm being unreasonable, but I don't think I can jump. I'm scared." - Next time: How does Dave 'help' Chelsea get ready for her jump? Do they ultimately get the guts to help each other with their arousals? - ***** This is my first submission to Literotica. I hope you like it. Please leave feedback on how I can improve the stories. A Matter of Life or Death Ch. 02 This story can be enjoyed on its own, but will make more sense after Chapter 1. Please let me know how I can improve. Thanks. ***** - Prologue - In the previous chapter, Dave, a lonely outdoorsman with a bungee jumping business (Exhale Adventure Sports) in New Zealand, got acquainted with Chelsea, a stunning-looking customer. She had been forced to part ways with her male friend and landed up alone to make the jump. As Dave became increasingly familiar with Chelsea's naivete, he made increasingly bolder moves to feel, grope and photograph literally every part of her supple and submissive body under the pretext of ensuring that her safety harness sat just right on her. By the time he was done, both were violently aroused, but couldn't get themselves to acknowledge the effect they were having on each other. Dave was too afraid to take things so far and Chelsea was too shy. They had just released themselves of their respective pressures separately, then walked up to the bungee platform to make the jump. - Overcoming Fear - Dave and Chelsea were standing on the bungee platform. He gave Chelsea a final briefing on how she should make the jump as he helped her to the edge of the platform. Dave was a 30-year old outdoorsman who, when younger, hadn't had the money to go to college. Now he had a successful bungee jumping business. Chelsea was a 25-year-old American with straight jet-black hair trimmed down to her long neck. Her cute face was transformed into gorgeous because of her dimples and thin lips. She had light brown eyes with dark pupils with 38D boobs. Today, these perfect white globes were squeezed into a black push-up bra and covered with a loose sleeveless white shirt that reached her navel. A tan-colored pair of shorts clothed the top third of Chelsea's athletic legs. As Chelsea looked over the edge, she felt the fight-or-flight response that arises in people with the release of adrenaline. She chose flight. She dug her fingers into Dave's biceps and declared, "I can't do it. This seems too high." "Oh, come on. That's the thrill of it. Don't worry, you are absolutely safe in my hands." "I know I'm being unreasonable, but I don't think I can jump. I'm scared." Dave wrapped his arms around her and she responded in kind. "Look, you've trusted me this far. Now just trust me a little longer and make the jump. I promise you it will be a fantastic thrill. Remember how you said this day was awful? Here is your chance to let go of everything." Chelsea looked over the edge of the platform again. "Dave, you've been very nice to me. I know you only mean well, but it's damn scary." Dave separated from the embrace and took Chelsea's face in his hands. "You're too worried and tense. Maybe I can help relax you? Is that okay?" She didn't catch the lust in Dave's voice. "I don't know if that's possible. You're welcome to try." "You know a good massage is the best way to relax the body, right? Here," he said, holding her hand and walking here away from the edge, "Let's sit back here and I'll see what I can do. Please take off your harness before you sit though." "Okay. A massage does sound awfully good." Chelsea unbuckled her harness and helmet and placed them with the ropes. She then sat down next to Dave. A beautiful sunset was just about an hour away and the hilltop was absolutely gorgeous with lush green hills surrounding it. From this vantage point, even the gorge where Chelsea would have jumped looked beautiful, with pristine water at its base. Dave positioned Chelsea with her back against a metal box that held some of their gear. He then asked her to slide a little forward and sat down in the space behind her. This way, her hands could rest on his thighs and her neck was just inches away from his crotch. Dave started with Chelsea's head. He massaged her scalp for a few minutes and worked his way to her neck. Chelsea was bent a little forward and he did the same to get a clean view of her heaving breasts. As before, the 38Ds were tightly packed in the rather revealing push-up bra. His dick got a little tighter. Dave dipped Chelsea's head backwards so that her head was resting on his dick. Her eyes were closed. With her arms spread out across his thighs, she looked as though she might have been lounging in a swimming pool. As Dave worked on her forehead and cheek, his dick was slowly throbbing in response to Chelsea's head. He found his way around her facial muscles - her cheekbones and dimples - and ran his finger across her slightly open lips. He licked his finger and repeated the move. In a moment of courage, he bent forward a little and used his tongue. Chelsea didn't respond. Dave raised her head again and worked his way from the neck along her back. He found the small of her back, wriggled his hands to her sides and started upwards again. As he reached Chelsea's rather large armholes, he raised her hands and crossed them around his own neck so she could hold them up there. He resumed his massage from the base of her armhole and reached Chelsea's smooth armpit with his thumb, his palms pointing downwards. His palms rotated forwards a little to catch the sides of her boobs and once again he was trembling a little at the softness of her flesh. From top, he could see the milky globes being pushed against each other as he applied pressure. Her already deep cleavage tightened and loosened with each pulse he applied. He massaged her sides for a little while from her armpits down to her waist, spending as much time as he dared to on her boobs. Finally, he lowered her hands and returned to her shoulders. After a short rub-down, he reached for the back of her neck again and once again started crawling his fingers towards the small of her back. This time though, he went under her shirt. Chelsea's top two buttons were open and Dave had plenty of room to move his hands around. Plus, he had access through her armholes if he really needed more flexibility. However, he pulled his hands backwards, pulling her shirt up a little, and pretended it was a tight fit in there. After 'struggling' a little longer, he pulled his hands out, reached in front of Chelsea and opened the remaining two buttons on her shirt, leaving it hanging free. Chelsea didn't say a word. She was used to Dave 'helping' her by now. Plus, she was enjoying this and was almost in a trance. He raised her hands straight up, slid her shirt off, and placed her hands back on his thighs. Her leg muscles were just as tight as her boobs were soft. Dave was extremely hard now and, every so often, had to adjust his dick under his jeans. He rubbed down her back, then moved his hands forward to Chelsea's stomach. He pressed into her solar plexus, then pushed upwards into the bottom of her breasts. Chelsea started breathing a little faster. From where he was sitting, he could see the massive globes rise towards his face a little as he pushed. He worked VERY slowly now, enjoying each moment, bringing his hands around her boobs, groping every part of it through her bra except for the nipples - he wanted to delay the climax a little more. A moment later, the bra ended and his fingers pressed into the bare flesh around the top of her boobs. Dave was driven crazy by the contrast of their extreme softness being held so tightly in such a hard bra. He could hear every exhale from Chelsea by now. Dave gave Chelsea's neck a light massage, then, with his left hand, tipped her chin up so that her head was again resting on his dick. This time, he was sure, she would feel the violent throbbing in his jeans. He no longer cared. The hesitation and morality that he had found at the shed had once again deserted him. Still holding her chin, Dave worked his right hand lightly down her neck, then played in little arcs between the shoulder blades. The arcs got smaller until he reached Chelsea's cleavage. He crawled his fingers right between her boobs. Her breaths became more rapid as Dave's fingers went down to the knuckles and he started playing with the meat on either side. He let go of her chin and his left hand followed his right. He groped his way around the massive globes to find the two hard nipples. He thought they must be as hard as two pencil points! He continued his groping until he could cup the nipples under the bra. As though challenging his thoughts, they grew even harder as he used his fingers to flick them, push them and pull them. After a few minutes of massaging, Dave released his hands from her bra and, without saying a word, got Chelsea to shift a little forward. He sat down from the box, spreading his legs out by her sides. His crotch was now right behind her arse. He reached forward and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. He tugged them a little forward and Chelsea helped him by lifting herself off the ground. Her shorts were below her knees now. Dave started massaging Chelsea's thighs from behind, her upper body moving in rhythm with his as he bobbed forward and backward with each stroke. Having started with the outer thighs, he was soon working the inner thighs. Chelsea's eyes tightened and she gave a gasp as his fingers pressed along her black panties' edge. She kept her eyes closed as she twisted her long neck from left to right and right to left with each erotic surge. Dave continued teasing her loins for a few minutes, never going beyond the panties. He was intentionally building the tension. He never touched her lips - he just kept rubbing from under her knees along the insides of her thighs up to her panties. When Dave was almost ready to explode (and he felt she must be too), he stopped for a moment. As Chelsea visibly relaxed, he unbuttoned his own jeans and pulled down his briefs. His dick sprang up and breathed in relief at the sudden freedom, releasing a load of precum that had been building up inside. It demanded to be rubbed a few times and he obliged. However, he refused it the ultimate gratification. He neither went back to Chelsea's pussy, nor did he wank out his load. Instead, he started working on her shoulders again. This time, though, he rubbed hard into her shoulders, moved his hands down to her arms, and then took her forearms into his. Dave helped Chelsea stretch her arms behind her, placing them next to his hips. Her boobs were jutting out from her chest. He then moved Chelsea a little forward, took her hands against his chest and started rocking back and forth, as though she were doing a regular stretching exercise with her gym trainer, as though he was continuing to relax her muscles. After a few pushes and pulls, he lowered her hands behind her, resting them right on his dick. Dave wrapped Chelsea's right palm around around his dick and started pumping. Chelsea opened her eyes and looked around. "What are you doing?" she asked with wide eyes. "You know, fear is really caused by adrenaline being released in your body. The excitement of jumping off this platform caused you to feel afraid. I'm just helping you channel that excitement in a different way." Dave had never said so much bullshit to anyone before today, but he had had about an hour of practicing his bullshitting technique on Chelsea earlier today. In his mind, he was getting good at it! "Oh, okay. That makes sense. This is a type of excitement, right?" Apparently he was getting good at it. Chelsea was so wonderfully naive. "Yes, making love releases endorphines," - Dave should've got a scholarship to college! - "which should help suppress your fear." This was the first time that Dave had made his intentions clear to her. Still, he got no particular reaction from her. Either she was extremely naive, or wanted what was coming. Dave helped her move her hands up and down his shaft a few times, then resumed the thigh massage. Like a programmed robot, Chelsea continued her slow up-down movements. Dave moved one finger, then two, then three under her panties and started caressing the lips. Soon he had four fingers on each lip and was spreading them out. At one point, he helped her raise her arse a little to slip the panties off, and then stuffed a couple of fingers into her warm (and very wet) hole. Chelsea's gasp was almost a scream. Her hold on his dick grew tighter. Her movements were a little faster. With one hand, Dave unhooked Chelsea's bra and took it off her, replacing her hands on his dick. He used one hand to maul her boobs and another to explore her cunt. Dave found her clitoris and this time Chelsea did let out a very loud "Oh!" He flicked it with the tip of his finger and could feel her juices rushing. Chelsea moved one hand forward to help Dave. She arched her back as she was nearing climax. He continued playing inside her pussy until he could no longer hold on. Both of them orgasmed simultaneously. His dick shot off a load of cum all across Chelsea's back and they both fell into each other out of fatigue. As they caught their breaths, Dave asked, "Do you feel better now?" "That was wonderful. I'm ready to make any jump you want me to." - Next time: Chelsea makes the jump, but do they end up having sex? - A Matter of Life or Death Ch. 03 -- Prologue -- In the previous chapters, Dave, a lonely outdoorsman with a bungee jumping business (Exhale Adventure Sports) in New Zealand, got acquainted with Chelsea, a stunning-looking customer who had been left stranded by her friend. Dave realized Chelsea was incredibly naive and groped and fingered her until they both orgasmed (twice), telling her that he was just 'relaxing' her before the jump. Though Chelsea had also quite enjoyed the experience, the two didn't have sex yet. This story restarts after Dave helped Chelsea make the bungee jump and finishes packing up his gear in the shed (sorry, I didn't really feel like writing that boring part of the story!). -- To Date or Not to Date -- As the sun dipped below the hills surrounding them, Dave finished packing up all the bungee gear and locked the storage room after switching off the fluorescent lamp. Chelsea was checking mail and updating her Facebook profile in the waiting room of the shed. Dave was a 30-year old outdoorsman who had a successful bungee jumping business. Chelsea was a 25-year-old American with straight jet-black hair trimmed down to her long neck. Her cute face was bejeweled with dimples and thin maroon-painted lips. She had light brown eyes with dark pupils and 38D boobs. Today, these perfect white globes were squeezed into a black push-up bra and covered with a loose sleeveless white shirt that reached her navel. A tan-colored pair of shorts matched her tan-colored hat which sat on the desk. Dave had promised Chelsea he would drive her to her hotel in town after the bungee jump. This wasn't part of the service; Chelsea's male friend had to split earlier in the evening because of unforeseen reasons. Chelsea was going to cancel the jump to join him, but Dave had suggested Chelsea hang around. She looked up from the computer screen as the back door of the shed opened. Dave had changed from his black T-shirt that had his business logo into a pleasant light-blue shirt that matched his eyes. His jeans looked the same as earlier in the evening. Dave walked up to the desk where Chelsea was sitting, opened a drawer and, lifting his truck's keys said, "Ready to go?" "You should see this before we leave," Chelsea said, pointing to the screen. Dave bent down and saw Chelsea's Facebook page. She had minced no words in advertising Exhale Adventure Sports, encouraging all her friends to check it out. "It's the most excitement I've had in quite some time," it read. Dave was pleased about the free advertising he was getting, but his mind remained fixated on a secret hope that Chelsea's 'exciting time' was the 90 minutes before the jump! He managed to mumble "Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it." He continued, "I'm famished. You must be hungry, too. How about having dinner together before I drop you off?" "Oh! That sounds wonderful. You're right, I'd love something to eat. But I think I should check on Heston first, if you don't mind." Of course he minded. Checking on Heston would lead to inviting him to dinner. He certainly didn't want that. Of course, he couldn't say so. Still, he could avoid actually going to the hotel, reducing the chances of Heston joining the duo. "Of course. You can use my cellphone when we get near the town. You remember his number?" "No. It's on my phone, which is with Heston." Dave was prepared. He looked up their booking details and pulled out two numbers. "Which one's yours? The other has to be Heston's. I'll enter it into my phone." They powered down the computer, switched off the lights, closed up the shed and walked to Dave's truck. As they walked out, Chelsea hurried to take Dave's elbow into her hand, which he readily accepted. He decided to go along with the formal nature of the situation and even opened the truck's door for her. They made small talk while driving to town and Dave learnt that Chelsea was some kind of a fashion model back in America. The road was clear most of the way and the bright yellow headlights illuminated a thick cover of trees on both sides until they were at the bottom of the hill. All the while, Dave would steal glances at Chelsea's sideboob peeking out from the large armhole in her shirt, or her cleavage smiling through the two open buttons. Apparently he hadn't had enough of her and his dick signaled to him that it was ready to go again! He tried to keep his mind on the road as much as he could and soon they were on the outskirts of the town, but it was especially difficult when Chelsea would run her hand through her hair. The first few sparsely spaced buildings were the only sign of life they had seen in several hours. Soon, the roads became slightly narrower and steady yellow, white and neon lights through windows of many shops and homes appeared into view. Chelsea dialed Heston and spoke into the phone. Dave wasn't really listening; his mind was conjuring up prayers and images of every deity he had ever heard of, pleading to them to have Heston held up with something. A couple of minutes later Chelsea announced, "Heston's fine. Just like you said, he showed his license to the cops and they left him at the hotel. We will get a replacement for the rented car only in the morning, though, so he's stuck there. I thought we could pick him up for dinner -" Dave cringed "- but he's already eaten and is trying to pick up a cute bartender at the hotel bar. I don't think he wants to be disturbed," she smirked with a wink. Dave couldn't control his smile. As he released air from his lungs, he realized he'd been holding his breath throughout the conversation. Another reason for smiling was a sort of sadistic pleasure he derived from Heston's plight -- he knew Heston would get nowhere with the bartender because hotel staff weren't allowed to fraternize with guests. Of course, they could turn up the charm to sell more drinks and food, but were strictly forbidden from taking it further. For some inexplicable, this made Dave happy, as though it were vengeance for the potential damage Heston could have done as a third wheel at dinner. "It's just us then," said Dave. "I know this awesome Italian place near the creek. You in the mood for some Italian?" "Sure. It's a date." Dave wasn't sure if this was something Chelsea just said, or if she meant it. He did like the sound of it. -- Dinner and Dessert -- Dave drove into Mario's and handed the keys to the valet. The front of the restaurant looked elegant and luxurious. A host welcomed them in and asked about reservations. "We don't have one, but it would be great if you could arrange a table for two," said Dave. "I'm sorry, the tables are either full or reserved. I could show you to a booth if you'd like. Please follow me." The erect-as-a-rod host led them around the tables to the far end of the restaurant that was lined with booths. Dave and Chelsea slid to the center of the plush semi-circular sofa and thanked him. "Your waiter will be with you in a moment," said the host, disappearing into the blend of servers and customers. On two sides were partitions separating adjoining booths. The only light came from a dim lamp overhead. They could barely make out any shapes in the rest of the room. "This is nice," said Chelsea. "I hope you like the food, too." A waiter strutted in and set down a wine list in front of Chelsea. "Good evening. I'm Gary and I'll be your waiter today. Would you like me to recommend you a wine?" Chelsea declined the offer and studied the list for a minute. Dave stared at her arms (and beyond) as she contorted a little to get some light on the menu. He was instantly transported back to dreamland. She chose a red Madeira. "Excellent choice," cooed Gary, took the wine list and strutted out. Chelsea made another favorable comment about the place, but Gary was back with wine glasses and a bottle before Dave could respond. He poured out a taster for Dave, who went through the motions of knowing his wine and looked agreeable. Gary proceeded to fill both goblets, then produced a menu out of nowhere. "Do you know what you would be having or would you prefer to take some time to decide?" He learnt fast - this time he didn't offer to make a recommendation. Chelsea took the menu from Gary who simply said, "Whenever you are ready, simply ring this bell," pointing to a switch on the wall behind them, and left. Dave wasn't speaking any more. He was really smitten by Chelsea. "I think I'll have the lobster linguini," said Chelsea after an appreciable amount of silence. Dave snapped back to reality. "Yes, that does sound appetizing. I think I'll start with a mushroom ravioli and then try the gnocchi." So much time had passed by now that Dave had already refilled both their glasses (or were they drinking too fast? Dave couldn't tell). They called Gary in, placed their orders and continued sipping on their wine. Gary left them with some bread rolls and butter. This time, Dave led the conversation. "So you said you're a model in the United States? Must be a lot of fun. You do magazine shoots?" "Oh, mostly advertisements. I'm a lingerie model. Mostly small stuff. My agent says next year I might get to walk for Victoria's Secret." No kidding, Dave thought. He could readily imagine Chelsea being a Victoria's Secret model. He could imagine her modeling for him right now. But it didn't sit right with him -- Chelsea was too short to be a model for any big line. At around 5'5", they would never have accepted her. Of course, he didn't say this out loud. "Really? That's cool. What offer has your agent got?" "Oh, he hasn't approached them yet. He says we need to work our way up through the smaller brands. Plus, he said we haven't got the right pictures yet to send to Victoria's Secret. As soon as I get back to America, he's promised to shoot me in the sexiest lingerie he can find. He said we need to show off my assets in the best way possible," said Chelsea, holding up her breasts with both hands as she did so, Finally Dave understood. He knew where this was going and what it was that the sleazeball of an agent wanted. He bit his lip to keep his mouth shut. "Just last week I sent him a bunch of pictures that my roommate shot of me. He's a photographer, you see, my roommate. He suggested the same thing my agent did and bought me some very expensive lingerie for the shoot. I didn't know how to thank him enough. But even he wasn't very happy with the photos. He kept saying that we need to glam it up a little more. I guess if he doesn't like it, I can understand why my agent wants different pictures." Dave was close to seething. These beasts were out to get Chelsea naked. Of course, he couldn't own up to the fact that he had just done that a few hours ago. But now he was smitten and jealous. He refilled both their glasses. The food arrived and they started eating. The meal was punctuated with small talk, jokes and laughter. They tasted each others' dishes and emptied another glass of wine. Dave called for a fresh bottle. With less than a third of their meal left, both of them were pretty buzzed. "I really liked spending time with you today," said Dave, placing his left hand on Chelsea's right knee. "I enjoyed the evening, too." A little vague. Dave wanted to know which parts she liked most. He decided to get straight to the point. "I loved giving you a massage. It was exhilarating. You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." He moved his hand up her thigh and started rubbing it. Chelsea didn't say anything, but she didn't push him away. Instead, she closed her eyes, looked up and chewed down the mouthful she had just taken in. "I'm going to kiss you now," declared Dave. He leant in, took her chin into his free hand and planted a wet lip onto her lips. Chelsea kissed back, opening her mouth to let his tongue find hers. Dave massaged her tongue and thigh in rhythm, both trying desperately to breathe through their noses. They stared into each others' eyes as they broke off, the drone of people in the restaurant seeming awfully silent around them. Dave's look was of passion and caring; Chelsea's was more of apprehension. Dave broke the tension saying, "It's a good thing we chose Italian. It doesn't matter if we both have garlic on our breaths, right?" He gave a wicked smile. Chelsea broke into soft laughter and Dave released her so they could finish their meals. Their second bottle of wine arrived just as they emptied their glasses. Someone rushed in to clear off their plates when they had finished eating. It was as if they were being watched the whole time. Gary walked in soon after and laid open a menu in front of Chelsea, "Dessert, ma'am? Our pastry chef makes a killer Tiramisu. I'll leave you to decide." As he rushed away with elegant efficiency of someone on a mission, Chelsea turned to Dave. "How about we skip dessert here and go back to my hotel? I'm sure I can whip up something sweet for you?" She winked and twisted the corners of her lips into a come-hither smile. Dave hesitated. "Won't Heston be waiting for you at the hotel?" "Oh no! We've got separate rooms. Like I said earlier, he's not my boyfriend or anything." "Then what are we waiting for? I've got a sweet package for you, too!" Chelsea gulped down the last of her wine as Dave hurriedly paid the check and called for the valet. This time he held on to Chelsea around her waist, feeling more confident in the relationship. They were off in a flash. Dave rolled into the Marina Park hotel, dropped Chelsea off at the entrance and found a parking spot. They took her key card from the front desk, took the elevator to the fifth floor and sauntered unstably to her door. "Here, go on in," she said. "I just want to get my phone and things from Heston first. Be with you in a moment." The pang of jealousy again arose in Dave's belly. He wanted Chelsea all to himself. He wanted to rip her clothes off and take her there and then! However, he obliged and walked in as Chelsea continued to the adjoining door and knocked. Dave took off his shirt and explored the cozy, moodily-lit room. She came in a couple of minutes later, put out a Do-not-Disturb sign and locked the door. Before Dave could say anything, Chelsea grabbed her wallet from her handbag and pulled out some money. "Here, I don't think only men should pay for dates. This is my half." "I must say, I've heard of being paid for sex, but shouldn't you wait until you've had a chance to try out what you are buying?" he joked. Chelsea laughed and jumped at him, digging her fingers first into his chest then his back as she kissed every muscle she could find. Dave staggered towards the bed under her sudden weight and plonked down. Soon, they were in a tight embrace sucking on each others' tongues again. This time though, Chelsea's hands were roaming free. She found the lone button on his jeans and yanked it opened. She used so much strength to pull the zip down that one could almost hear it above their heavy breathing and passionate murmurs. While still kissing, Dave lifted his hips and Chelsea pulled his jeans down to his ankles. She was kneeling on the carpet and Dave was bent forward into her mouth. She lifted his legs one by one and pulled the offending material away. Only when his jeans were lying defeated in a corner of the room did they break their kiss to come up for air. Chelsea gently stroked and gripped his half-hard dick and balls through his briefs, in complete contrast to how rough she had been with the rest of him. It immediately responded with throbbing approval. Her hand become firmer and firmer along with the cock. In minutes, she could feel that the package was completely swollen. Dave was uncomfortable and wanted to pull it out of his briefs, but he let Chelsea work as she chose to. The tightness of the briefs gave him a different kind of pleasure. He moaned and gasped as she continued rubbing harder and harder. He could feel precum trickling out. When Chelsea was satisfied it wasn't getting any harder, she yanked his briefs down in one rapid motion. Emboldened by the sudden freedom, Dave's cock admonished Chelsea by slapping her hard on the chin. She closed her eyes as she braced the shaft by the base and played it around her cheeks, dimples and chin. Then she kissed it on the head, again gently. Dave's world came to a stand-still as he groaned loudly. She took the head between her lips and gave it a lick. She used both her hands to rub his shaft up and down. Dave was bracing himself against the mattress with his hands behind him. With a will of its own, his back arched forward to push his dick further. Chelsea obliged and took his entire sausage into her mouth. Using his hips for leverage, she continued to suck him for a few minutes and Dave continued groaning with absolute pleasure. When the rhythm got bearable and Dave could afford to use only one hand to brace himself, he ran his hands through Chelsea's hair, then helped her bob up and down. At one point, he screamed, "I'm about to cum. This is it." Chelsea didn't heed his warning. She kept sucking on his dick, but did look up to acknowledge what was happening. Within the next minute, she could feel a heavy spray on the back of her throat. She let go of about half his dick and caught the rest of his cum on her tongue. Dave was unable to help her in anyway. He only felt immense relief and exhaustion. In fact, he closed his eyes and fell back on the bed. He did't even realize that Chelsea had gulped down all his cum until a few minutes later when his erection subsided, Chelsea had let go of him to catch her own breath, and he got up to survey the gorgeous girl sitting in front of him and his wet member. A few moments of silence later, they looked at each other. "How was that?" asked Chelesa. "Absolutely bloody fantastic!" "Good. Now it's your turn." -- Next time: You already know what's happening next time, right? -- A Matter of Life or Death Ch. 04 - Prologue - In previous chapters, Dave, a lonely outdoorsman with a bungee jumping business in New Zealand met Chelsea, a stunning-looking customer who had been left stranded by her friend. Dave hadn't been with a woman in over 10 years as he was always busy running his business. Both had just returned to her hotel from a dinner date and Chelsea had just given Dave an incredible blowjob. - Climax - Dave was a well-built 30-year old in New Zealand. As Chelsea had found out a few minutes ago, he was also well-hung. A minute ago, it wouldn't have been too ridiculous to think his pride and joy was a steel alloy safety hook from his bungee jumping site. But then, a minute ago one wouldn't have been able to make any such estimations because its length and girth was safely hidden in Chelsea's mouth. Now it hung at half-mast by the bedside as Dave was desperately catching his breath and Chelsea was cleaning off the last of his cum with her tongue. He had cum thrice in the last four hours and his dick was throbbing a few weak protests. Chelsea, a 25-year-old American on vacation, had straight jet-black hair trimmed down to her long neck. Her cute face was bejeweled with dimples, thin lips and light brown eyes with dark pupils. At the moment, her 38D boobs were squeezed into a black push-up bra and covered with a crumpled mess of a loose sleeveless white shirt that reached her navel. A tan-colored pair of shorts covered the top third of her well-toned legs. Whether it was the two bottles of wine the couple had finished at dinner, or all the jerking off they had done earlier in the evening, passions were running high. They recomposed themselves for a few moments, the only sounds in the room being the rhythmic beat of gulps of air their lungs were demanding. "How was that?" asked Chelesa as they calmed down. "Absolutely bloody fantastic!" "Good. Now it's your turn." Dave's face turned into a smirk. Right now, he didn't care if his dick would break off. He just wanted more of her. He helped Chelsea up by her shoulders and kissed her passionately as he ran his hands through her hair. Still kissing, he gently sat her down on the double bed, and pushed forwards until they were fully lying on it. Well, at least she was - technically, most of him was on top of her. He left her lips and moved his face down to her chin. His tongue gently explored the contours of her throat, then her collarbone. Chelsea just clutched the bedspread tightly and let him have his way. Dave found the top of her cleavage with his tongue, then brought his right hand down along her baby-smooth armpits to reexamine the globes that it separated. With a feather-touch, he ran his fingers across her shirt over the flesh exposed outside her bra. Chelsea wriggled a little to give him better access. His fingers drew a pattern down her cleavage, then started kneading her breasts one at a time. The thickness of the push-up bra didn't allow him to feel the nipples, but the softness of her flesh was driving him crazy once again. Once more, blood started rushing to his dick. Thankfully, this time it was free from the confines of his tight clothes and therefore less painful. In fact, as it became stiffer, it started playing its own separate game with Chelsea's athletic thighs. Half the boobs were not enough for Dave (as if that would have been for anybody!). His hands found the two buttons holding her shirt around her and pried them open. Chelsea rose a little to help him remove it as he slid it past her back and neck. He went back to working her boobs. His fingers played a little around the top of her bra cup, then found their way under it. Not a moment too soon, his index and middle fingers felt a very tight nipple screaming to be released. The tightness of the bra pressing his fingers against her flesh doubled his excitement. He got into a more comfortable position so that he could use his other hand, too. Four fingers of each hand found their way under the bra cup of each breast, and the thumbs found leverage in her tight cleavage. The palms were kneading the boobs down, up and into each other while the fingers rolled over and around the nipples. Chelsea's eyes were shut tight as she violently wriggled her hips and legs to control the sensations running through her. When Dave felt she (and he) was sufficiently aroused, he softly pulled the boobs up, out of her cups, until her nipples were poking out. As though ready to poke the eyes off of anyone who dared challenged them, her nipples stood straight up like little spears on her still compressed mounds. Chelsea moaned loudly as Dave gave each one a light flick. She became louder as he used his tongue to continue the good work. Chelea's pussy was now wriggling around trying to find Dave's dick, but he made sure it didn't go any higher than her inner thighs yet. Eventually, he unhooked the bra and freed the massive globes of jello, allowing them to regain their fine round shape. After a bit of a struggle, he managed to get Chelsea's compliance in pulling it off. There was no reason to restrict his activities to his tongue or fingertips any more. He took as much of her left breast into his mouth and started sucking as though he was desperately trying to save her life from a snake bite. He alternated between the left and right breasts until they were sopping wet with his saliva. As his mouth was busy moisturizing the boobs, his hands found their way to Chelsea's almost flat stomach. His fingertips drew horizontal patterns across her stomach, going lower until he found the button on her shorts. This opened easily and was quickly followed by the zip. Dave was still sucking her tits as Chelsea pulled down her shorts and threw them to one side. His right hand now found the top of her panties and easily reached under to find her finely-shaved and very wet nether region. Chelsea let out a loud moan as Dave brushed a finger along her pussy's lips. He cupped her pussy as though he was trying to gather its warmth, as one does on a cold night in front of a fire. His palm was as soaked with her juices as her boobs were with his saliva. Dave moved a little lower to kiss around her navel. He hooked his fingers into the side of her panties and continued his gliding motion lower until he had completely pulled them off. He was himself a little surprised that his dick had agreed to stand and salute with full strength after having jerked off so many times today. Yet, there it was in all its glory. His lips found their way up Chelsea's legs, past her hips and waist, across her smiling cleavage and on to her lips. As he did so, his dick traced a not-so-straight line with precum along her calf and inner thigh, finally coming to rest against her opening. He didn't push in at first. Instead, he pressed the shaft against her lips and she pushed back, causing the same painful sensation of trying to force an erect dick down with your hands or under the waistband of your briefs. He couldn't control the loudness of the grunt he let out. Finally, he did poke her a little with his head. Both of them were so well lubricated that the dick just slipped in about an inch. Chelsea let out a very satisfied gasp. Their breathing, which was already very rapid, now became erratic. Chelsea raised her hips to take in more of the cattle prod. She was looking straight into Dave's eyes, pleading for him to go all the way. He obliged, in one swift thrust. She screamed. Chelsea gyrated her hips, causing Dave's dick to tense and relax inside her. He no longer had any sense of where he was or what he was doing. Had he not already ejaculated several times that evening, he might have already shot his load. Instead, he was able to hold back the sensations flooding through his veins and enjoy this for a little longer. His hands found the soft cheeks of Chelsea's butt and started grinding them in circular motions. He used this (with a little help from Chelsea) as leverage to push in and out of her in long strokes, his balls slapping against her crotch with every cycle. Chelsea's hands were now holding on for dear life to vertical bars at the head of the bed. A couple of minutes later, Dave crawled down, sliding his dick out, until he was sitting between Chelsea's spread legs at the foot of the bed. He bent forward and used his fingers to separate Chelsea's pussy's lips. His tongue found her engorged clitoris and started flicking it. Anyone listening outside the room would have thought Chelsea was being put through some ancient torture mechanism. Only Chelsea would be able to testify how much she loved it! She bit her lower lip to reestablish some sense of control over the tingling sensation shooting up and down the length of her body. Dave continued this harassment until he felt she was close to climaxing. He left his post and allowed the gates to her fortress to close. His mouth went back upwards, tracing another line between her navel and cleavage. His hands once again caught hold of her globes as his mouth found hers. Simultaneously, his tongue entered her mouth and his dick shot into her vagina. This would prove to be the final assault on her defenses. They both stopped resisting and orgasmed together, arching their backs as they came, and falling into submission as they finally stopped twitching and trembling. Dave lay sprawled on top of Chelsea, who lay sprawled on the bed. Both were breathing heavily, gasping on to each other's necks. It took them several minutes to recover. Finally, Dave rolled over on to his back and Chelsea positioned her head over his outstretched right arm. "That was amazing!" she declared. "You were amazing," Dave replied and smiled, giving her a light peck. They both looked up at the ceiling. A moment of silence later, he said meekly, "I have something to ask you. Please don't freak out." A worried look took over the smiling twinkle in Chelsea's eyes. "What is it?" she prompted, her voice suddenly a few notches lower in tone. "Do you have to go back to America? Why don't you move here, with me?" - The End - ***** This is the final chapter in this story. Maybe some day I'll pick up on Chelsea's naive adventures through her new life in New Zealand. Thanks to those who sent words of encouragement. Requesting others to leave comments on how the stories can be improved.