A Mountaintop Experience

By m_storyman_x – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

"So where are we headed?" the supermodel asked as we walked across the grassy yard of the cabin towards the tree line.

"Someplace

special," was all I answered, as I aimed us for the small trail that

looked like it led around the lake. The hike wasn't long, only about a

half an hour, but it was up hill all the way. We finally broke free of

the pines at the base of a barren rocky hillside. I held a hand out for

her. "Let me help you here. I don't want you to fall."

"Okay,

but this hike is getting me too damned hot." she answered. She pulled

her gauze white blouse over her head and tied it around her slender

waist. Then taking my hand and letting me help her up the rock strewn

hillside.

I

had a hard time not paying attention to the way her tits swung and

bounced with each step, turning my cock once again rock hard before we

had made it even a portion of the way up the hill, on my father’s

mountaintop land. But we continued climbing, little trickles of sweat

running down her naked top, down between and around her breasts as we

climbed. She was clearly not used to this kind of effort, but I had to

admit, for a change she made no complaint. "Here we are." I said as I

let go of her hand and stood on the top of the rocky hill, able to look

all the way around us. "This is the top of the mountain. Highest point

around. Well except for those peaks over there. But they're way too

steep to climb without special gear. This is the top of what the locals

call baldy.

"It's

beautiful! You can see for miles," she said, moving slowly around me,

looking in every direction at the land laid out far below us. "It's like

being on an airplane without the airplane!"

"Yeah. Sorta is, isn't it? Ready for some lunch?"

"I

am!" She said as she came over and sat down next to me on the rock. I

dug in the bag and pulled out sandwiches and bottles of water. "That's

yours," she said, pointing to the one made on rye. "I think I heard

someplace you liked rye bread."

"I

do actually. Thank you!" I answered, smiling at her and taking the

sandwich from her. "You know. I think this is the nicest you've been to

me since I've known you."

"Thank you. Self-preservation I guess. I don't want to get thrown in that damn lake again," she said with a giggle.

"Well, I haven't seen any reason to do it again, so...mission accomplished."

"Adam," she said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"I know you don't particularly like me. But I want to thank you for bringing me up here."

"Aw hell. I don't dislike you. I just didn't expect you to be quite so..."

"Bitchy?" She finished for me.

"Yeah, bitchy." I agreed. "When you relax and try to be a normal person you can be quite... Not sure what word to use there."

"Captivating... alluring... sexy...enticing?" She suggested, each time getting a shake of my head.

"Pleasant."

"Pleasant?" she asked curiously.

"Uh huh. Pleasant.” I elaborated. “Pleasant to look at, pleasant to be around, pleasant to talk to. Pleasant."

"Hmm, I would have thought your description would be more sexual than that. Most guys are."

"I'll admit you're hot, but well, the idea of sex isn't exactly the first thing I'd say I think about when I see you."

"That

hardon you had while we were cleaning fish didn't say you weren't

thinking about sex. And the hardon you have now doesn't say you aren't

interested in sex."

"Are

you enticing, sexually? Of course you are. That's why you get paid what

you do. Guys look at you and they wanna fuck you." I answered.

"But you don't? Come on. With that hardon?"

"Okay.

I'll admit it. My body is interested in exploring your dark damp

spaces. But to be honest, I'm actually just enjoying being able to share

something like this view with you as a regular person, not a

multi-million dollar super model."

"If I was a regular person, would you want to fuck me?"

"God

what is it with you and fuck? Do you know any other way to say it?” I

asked, looking into her eyes. “ Fucking is what you do with someone you

don't care about."

"So what do you want me to call it?"

"Have sex, make love. Either work, if you care about a person. If not, I suppose fucking is as good a word as any to say it."

Kim

suddenly stood up and undid the front of her shorts. She pushed them

down her legs and stepped out of them so she was naked except for her

shoes.

"What are you doing?" I asked as she leaned down and started undoing the front of my shorts.

"Getting you naked," she said as if that were the most natural thing in the world to do at that moment.

"Why?" I asked, reaching for her hand to stop her.

"For the simple reason that you don't want to fuck me."

"So, you want to get me naked why then?"

She

let go of my pants and stood over me, straightening up and looking

around. "Actually, I thought you might want to just lay here in the sun

naked with me. Because we can. We have the luxury of wonderful privacy,

thanks to your family’s wonderful cabin and land. You don't have to

though. I understand," she said, stepping across me and sitting on the

rock again. She lay back and closed her eyes, letting her body soak in

the sun on her front and heat from the rock on her back side. “This

nudity is awesome! Now I think I understand the naturalists!”

I

looked at her for long seconds, trying to understand her. I stood up

next to her and pushed my shorts off, freeing my rock hard cock to stick

out in the sunshine. I skimmed off my t-shirt and dropped it next to my

shorts and then lay down next to her in the sun.

I

lost track of how long we lay there, the sun baking the two of us. I

started to think that maybe I'd get a good burn laying here too long and

was about to suggest that we head back down when I felt her hand find

mine. She stroked the back of my hand with her fingers, gently teasing

her finger tips and nails on my skin. I lay there for long minutes as

she stroked my hand before she wrapped her fingers around my hand and

drew it up off the rock to her body, placing it gently on her hip,

moving her fingers from around it back to the back of my hand again,

stroking my hand as my palm and fingers lay on her bare skin. I really

didn't know what she expected or wanted, and I really didn't want to

ruin the surprisingly pleasant mood she had been in.

She

gently used her fingers to coax my hand more onto her body, working it

closer to her bare mound until she had coaxed my finger to rest on the

firm hump only inches from her pussy.

"Would you like to touch me?" She asked softly.

"Do you want me to?"

"I

wouldn't mind if you did," she said a little breathlessly, her hand

leaving mine and reaching across to gently rest on me, her finger tips

brushing my long since softened cock.

"Kim. Are you horny?" I whispered.

"Yes," she whispered back. "I really want to come but i want you to do it."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason?"

"No, but I do." I answered her.

"What if I can't explain it?"

"When you can, tell me." I whispered, starting to draw my hand away from her.

"No!

Please!" She practically begged, grabbing my hand with her other hand.

She held my hand and pulled it down toward the juncture of her legs,

spreading her legs and moving one across mine to give my hand access to

her pussy. "Please," She whispered.

I

nodded, as much to myself as to her, and gently let my fingers stroke

her surprisingly wet pussy lips. I felt her wetness as I dipped one

finger between her lips, feeling her slick hot juices. She moaned

softly, her fingers now stroking along my hardening cock, teasing along

its length, concentrating on and around my head as my fingers gently

stroked up and down her lips. I let my finger tease just into the

entrance to her tunnel and then up to her clit, her hips trying to lift

off the rocks toward my fingers with each stroke.

"Do

you like touching me?" She whispered breathlessly as her hand wrapped

around my hard cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So you like me

touching you?"

"Uh huh." I answered honestly.

"I'm

glad. I like how you feel too," she said softly. I concentrated on her

clit, still sliding my finger down to her tunnel entrance and back

again, but spending longer and longer each trip circling and teasing her

clit, her hips lifting and rocking, her body wiggling and writhing on

the rocks as my fingers drove her body closer and closer to climax. "Oh

gawd, Adam. You're going to make me come!" She moaned loudly. "You're

going to make me come."

While

I was stroking her pussy she was busy stroking my cock, her hand moving

slowly up and down my shaft, sliding all the way up to my head and over

it, pushing my under used cock closer to shooting as well. "Shit. I'm

going to come." I groaned, trying to hold back while I concentrated on

her clit.

"Do it!" She moaned loudly. "Let me make you come too! Oh shit I'm so close. So close."

"Oh

Fuck!" I grunted loudly as my orgasm hit, my hips bucking up off the

rocks and shooting a stream of cum into the air, gravity taking hold and

drawing it back down to land on my cock and her hand before another

shot could lance up into the air.

"Oh

god. You're coming!" She cried softly as she felt my cock surging in

her hand, her own climax deciding at that moment to unleash its chemical

cocktail of hormones into her blood stream, making her whole body shake

and tremble. "Fuck!" She groaned as she held my cock, her own body

climaxing and leaking her juices between her legs onto the hot rocks.

I

lay there, still stroking her clit, not really able to pay all that

much attention to what I was doing as my own climax surged through me,

pumping shot after shot of cum out to collect on my chest, cock and her

hand. She reached down to my hand and pressed hers over mine, stopping

my motions but holding my fingers to her hot wet pussy.

We

lay there panting for long minutes before she let go of my cock and

hand, pushing herself up onto one elbow to look at me. She leaned

herself toward me, her tits pressing against my side and chest as she

brought her face toward mine, her lips gently kissing my lips, her

tongue teasing my lips softly. I kissed her back, letting her choose the

pace and duration. She finally chose to break the long soft sensual

kiss, holding her lips barely brushing against mine as she whispered a

single short statement. "Thank you." Her eyes looking deeply into mine

Thought

she was done, but to my surprise she tilted her body over farther, her

lips kissing my chest and then one of my nipples. She gently, slowly

kissed her way down my body, finding the remains of my cum on my chest

and gently licking it off of my skin before kissing lower. I couldn't

help but get hard again at her attentions, my cock, growing in her hand

as she kissed and licked closer and closer to it. The woman had a huge

appetite for sensual pleasures.

"You

sure you want to do that?" I asked as she opened her mouth and closed

it around my head, engulfing me with her hot lips. In response she

swirled her tongue around my head, teasing me and gently moving her

mouth up and down my shaft, teasing my again hard cock even harder as

she stroked my shaft with her hand and lips. "Oh god." I groaned as she

worked my cock slowly, teasingly. Her hot mouth teased my head and her

tongue worked under and around my head, trying to find where I was most

sensitive, and locating that spot with her tongue when I suddenly jerked

in response to her touch. "Oh damn." Groaned, noticing a sound in the

background, but not quite making the connection to anything more than

another groan coming from my lips.

"Oh god Kim." I groaned softly, my hips trying to lift toward her mouth as she worked my shaft. "So damn good."

"Oh!" She cried suddenly, pulling her mouth from my cock.

I

didn't need to ask. I knew exactly what surprised her before I could

ask. The cold drops started large and slow, the mixture of sun and ice

cold rain drops a huge surprise.

"Shit!"

I grunted, sitting up and looking around. I could see it now. I'd heard

the thunder and not connected the danger. Being on a mountain top

weather wasn't what one expected. The sun was still shining from the

west, but the clouds rolling up the mountain side from the north were

just starting to top the mountain, the updraft carrying the first drops

of rain up into the air to fall on us miles from the edge of the clouds.

"We have to go!" I said abruptly, standing up and grabbing the

backpack. I stuffed our clothes into the pack and grabbed her hand.

"Now!" I said sternly.

"I'm not afraid of a little rain. Slow down!" She said, pulling back at me.

"Kim,

you're not going to be in a gentle rain. And it's not going to be

particularly warm." I said as I tried to pull her along. "You're at the

top of a mountain. In a few minutes were going to be inside the clouds

that are making this rain and what falls is going to feel like liquid

ice. Think thawed blizzard." I said, pulling her without stopping.

"Oh

shit." Kim answered as the first wisps of cloud blew across the

landscape in front of us. We were still a ways from the trees when the

heavier fog rolled in over us, almost immediately chilling us with its

clinging moisture.

"Come

on." I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and guiding her to

where I knew the trees had to be, even though we couldn't see them for

the thick fog. I preferred the fog, knowing what was coming next. I'd

been caught in one of these on the lake once, only a short fifteen

minutes from the cabin, but it was a miserable fifteen minutes that took

hours to feel like I had warmed up from. This time we were a lot

farther away and a whole lot less dressed.

"You know where the trail is?" Kim asked with concern.

"Yeah,"

I lied, "Just watch your step and we'll be fine." At least I thought I

knew where the trail was, I just wasn't positive we hadn't wandered off

target towards the cliff or the other direction toward the long slope

that would take us eventually down to the lodge a couple thousand feet

lower. We'd never even see it in this fog and if we could we'd have

hypothermia long before we got there. "Stupid. I should have watched

closer." I muttered as we walked, a few small trees appearing in front

of us.

"You couldn't know it was coming." Kim said as larger trees started to appear though the fog.

"My

job to watch. You couldn’t know, but I’ve made this mistake before.

It’s something you vow to never let happen again. That is, if you

survive the first time." I answered, as I turned us a bit farther to my

right, hoping to find the trail ahead of me. "I let myself get

distracted. I hadn't planned on staying up there that long."

"Well, for what it's worth, I'm not blaming you."

"But I am." I said, angry at myself.

She

frowned at me and almost snapped at me. "Knock it off. I'm a big girl. I

can make my own choices. You don't have to protect me. I didn't ask for

you to protect me. I asked for you to share something with me.

Something I wanted and something I enjoyed. So we get a little cold on

the way home. Deal with it!"

Kim’s Hypothermic Therapy

"Keep

that thought." I muttered as I finally found the gap in the trees that

heralded the trail. Forty minutes later we walked out of the woods into

clearing of the cabin, both of us shivering uncontrollably in the

torrential downpour of icy drops. Kim had been stumbling for the last

half mile, her legs losing their coordination, the first sign of serious

hypothermia. I carried her the last 200 feet to the cabin. We stumbled

into the cabin and I dropped her into one of the chairs and grabbed a

towel from my bag and moved to her, rubbing her body all over and then

grabbing the heavy wool quilt and wrapping it around her.

Still

shivering myself, I used the sticks in the firewood box next to the

fireplace to build a small fire, my hands almost shaking too hard to get

the match struck. The small flame grew in the sticks and I carefully

fed larger sticks and then small pine logs onto the fire, allowing it to

quickly grow so that I didn't have to huddle over it to feel its heat.

With the flames growing larger I stripped off the wet clothing that was

robbing my body’s heat. I stepped to the chair and scooped Kim from it,

drawing her with me to the bearskin rug in front of the fire. I peeled

the blanket from around her shivering body and pulled her to me,

pressing her bare skin against mine. I sat on the thick fur rug, then

reached a hand up to Kim, to come lay on my chest. Then I wrapped the

wool quilt over the two of us and lay down across the front of the fire,

letting the heat slowly warm the quilt and the two of us inside it. I

closed my eyes, my arms wrapped around her, holding her chest against

mine, our legs tangled together in the blanket as we shivered together.

The shakes soon turned into drowsiness.

Her

kisses woke me. Soft, gentle, caring. Soft sweet tender kisses on my

cheeks, my nose and my lips, each one slow and unhurried. As I became

more awake I could feel that we had warmed, no longer feeling the cold

of the rain but the heat of the fire still seeping through the blanket.

She’d slid over to my side, with one of her naked legs slung over mine. I

could also feel her hand between us, wrapped around my cock, gently,

slowly, tenderly stroking me as she kissed me.

"Kim." I started to say, as I rolled a bit to face her.

"Shush," she whispered before planting another soft kiss on my lips to quiet me.

I

felt her push with one leg, gently returning me onto my back, leaving

her partly on top of me. She continued her kisses, softly and

seductively kissing my lips as she teased my cock harder by the moment,

finally using her knees to lift her hips up from mine, her soft tits

still pressed against my chest. I felt her slide herself up my body as

she pushed my dick down between her legs, guiding my engorged head to

her wet lips. I felt emotionally safe with her. She’d become a

completely different person in less than 24 hours.

"Kim."

I whispered as she straddled over me, then pushed herself back, letting

go of my shaft and sliding her arm up my body to rest on the furry rug

next to my body.

"Shush,"

she half whispered, half moaned as she pushed herself back down my

body, lowering her mouth to mine and pressing her lips to mind as my

cock was slowly enveloped by her hot cunt. "Yum" she moaned as she

lifted her chest from mine, and worked her knees up next to my hips.

"Oh

damn." I moaned as she lifted her lips from mine, her hips slowly

rocking up and down, sliding her pussy on and off my rigid dick, working

me deeper and deeper into her tunnel.

"That's

it. Just enjoy. Let me do this, please," she whispered. She was making

love to me. Not just desiring sex. She wanted to please me.

I

was beyond wanting to stop her. Between her attentions on the mountain

top and her attentions now, my body was more than ready to let her have

her way. I let my hands slide up her hips and sides, reaching for her

breasts. She grinned down at me and one by one, reached for my hands and

pulled them away from her breasts, moving them to next to my own head

and holding them there, clasped with her own as she slowly rocked on me,

her rock hard nipples grazing back and forth across my chest with each

stroke.

"Does it feel good Adam?"

"Very!"

I groaned back as she continued to stroke on and off of me, the heat

from the fire and the heat from our bodies making us both sweat in our

loose cocoon. I could feel her soft tunnel stroking my shaft, teasing my

engorged head with her tight confines. On and off she slid, her big

tits dripping sweat onto my chest and sliding around, her nipples

rubbing against mine.

"Oh

god," she moaned as she rocked on and off of me. "Oh god," she moaned

again, her hips rocking and trying to grind her clit against the base of

my cock with each new stroke. "Oh god, Adam. Oh god I'm going to come!"

She gasped over and over as she continued rocking on me, her legs

trembling and making it harder for her to continue rocking. "Oh god,

Adam," she cried softly, practically whimpering, but refusing to let my

hands go to participate in any way. "Come for me Adam. Come for me!" She

practically begged.

"Oh

yeah. Almost." I moaned back at her as the tingles radiated out from my

cock through all the reaches of my body. Her spasming pussy, already so

tight, seemed to try and grab and milk me like her hand had done,

trying to draw me into her as she stroked on and off of my fat shaft.

"Gonna come." I grunted, knowing that I couldn't hold back any longer,

even if I wanted to.

"Oh

shit!" She cried as my body bucked, jamming my cock deep into her and

pumping a huge gush of cum up into her pussy. "Oh, Fuck Yes" She cried

loudly, dropping onto my jerking body, her hands pushing mine farther

over my head. Her big soft tits smashed flat against my chest, her mouth

lowering to mine, her lips trying to kiss mine between gasps and moans.

My body continued to buck several more times under her, adding more cum

to the load already poured into her from within me.

Finally

I stilled under her, only an occasional jerk still showing my fading

climax, my cock twitching within her as it started to soften. She lay on

me, her breathing easing, but her lips still erotically working against

mine.

"God that was incredible." I whispered between kisses.

"You liked it?"

"Very much." I whispered. “You made love with amazing insights into my soul.”

"I'm

glad," she said as she let go of my hands and slowly pushed herself up

off of me. She tossed the blanket off of us and sat up on my hips,

trapping my cock inside her as I softened. I reached for her hips and

gently stroked my fingers up and down them before she reached for my

hands and pulled them to her breasts, pressing my palms against her

still hard nipples. "You know. I don't know what it is about your hands,

but i want them on my body all the time for some reason."

"Oh?"

"Uh huh. Ever since you made me come, up there. I just want to be naked and have your hands all over me."

"Not that I'm complaining, because I'm not. But why?" I asked.

"If I knew, I'd tell you. Why did you do what you did up there?"

"I don't know exactly. I just wanted to." I admitted

"Me

too," she answered with a smile, still sitting on me, her hands on

mine, encouraging me to squeeze her breasts. "Thank you. For letting me

do that."

"Trust me, it was my pleasure." I answered with a smile. "I think we need something to eat though."

"You don't want me sitting on you anymore?"

"I'm not minding one bit." I chuckled. "But I do have a question."

"Yeah?

What's that?" she asked, leaning down against my hands sliding off her

chest as she lowered her tits to my chest, her face inches from mine.

"Why aren't you always like this?"

"Like what?"

"Soft, sweet, sexy, intimate, wonderful, caring, alluring, sensual, did I say incredible yet?"

"No, you didn't."

"Well. Incredible. Since I hadn't said it yet. I've never known you to be like this. What happened? What changed?"

"You

did the one thing that was required of any man who wanted me to be this

way. You earned my respect and you treated me with respect. No one else

deserved this side of me."

"How did I earn your respect?" I asked a little confused.

"Well,

throwing me in the lake the first day was a start. You showed me that

you set limits and that you weren't going to let me push you around.

Second, you showed me skills. You showed me you believed in me. In my

abilities that I hadn’t yet discovered. Not just how to get around town

or do your job, but skills in many things. Not only could you do things,

you weren't afraid to teach me how to do them as well.

And

the third thing, maybe the most important, you showed me compassion and

respect when I clearly didn't deserve it. Those are the hallmarks of a

man worth working to keep. Those are the things I've been looking for in

a man for the last fifteen years."

"I think you over estimate me." I answered.

"And did I mention that you are an overly modest man?" She asked with a giggle. "Now, we only have one problem."

"Yeah?"

"Well, two actually."

"Okay, what two problems?"

"First,

I know you like Amy. The question is can you treat her as well as you

treat me, because we do come as a package deal. She's like a sister to

me and we share absolutely everything."

"Everything?"

"EVERYTHING!" She answered emphatically, wrinkling her nose before she smiled.

"What's the second problem?"

"How

do we call her and tell her to come out here and join us? There's a lot

of the two weeks left to find out if we can make this work."

Cryptic Messages

In

some ways it wasn't quite fair. I mean I've never been one to be

deceitful, but in this case it seemed like the right thing to do. Kim

was waiting back at the Rocky Mountain cabin and my job was to get Amy

there without any argument. I stood by the plane as the car door opened.

"Adam!

What's' going on? Your phone call was more than a little bit cryptic,"

Amy asked as she practically ran across the tarmac at the Chicago DuPage

County Airport, pulling the wheeled suitcase behind her.

"Oh.

Kim is having an absolute fit. She's demanding that you come at once

and refusing to come home until you come get her," I said with a scowl.

"You so owe me for screwing up my vacation!" I said pretending to be

angry as I took the case from her and stuffed it into the hold under the

cabin of my twin engine turbo prop. Truth be told I'd had a bit of a

crush on Amy since I started flying her and Kim around the country. I'd

of course told her about it, sorta, but been shut down cold every time

I'd tried to entice her into anything personal.

As

Kim had told me, Amy was the perfect professional personal assistant.

She was a whiz at keeping her schedule in order, able to handle a myriad

of details without bothering Kim and in some cases, was as adept at

running the lingerie business every bit as good as Kim. The only real

difference was that Amy wasn't a super model. In her own right she was

good looking. Five and a half feet, not skinny but not fat, modestly

large chest, creamy white skin and short cut auburn hair. To me she

looked damn sexy, no matter what she was wearing. Today, in a tight

fitting, short skirted dress, she looked even more so.

I

followed her up the stairs to the plane, closing the stairway door just

in time to watch her bend over and thread her way into the right hand

co-pilots seat of the plane, her skirt pulling up far enough to show me

that she had on pink lacy panties under the powder blue dress.

"I'm

so sorry. I know I pushed you to take her. I'll make it up to you

somehow," she said as I stepped over the center console and settled into

the left seat. I handed her a pair of bulky headphones with a

microphone attached and then picked up my own somewhat slimmer designed

headset and mic. I remained silent as I flipped through the startup

procedure, spinning both turbines up before keying the microphone.

"Dupage tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven ready for departure."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf. You are cleared to taxiway W William to Runway 2 Left. Hold at the ramp."

"Roger.

Taxiway W William to 2 Left and hold," I answered as I throttled up,

the only aircraft at the moment on the tarmac with an engine running. In

moments we were bouncing along the narrow strip of pavement that would

take us all the way south to the very end of the seventy-five hundred

foot runway. It was well more than we'd need with the light load I had

on board, but I wasn't going to complain. I stopped just before reaching

the end of the runway and checked both engines and props, making sure

everything was working properly before radioing the tower back. "Dupage

tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf holding at two Left."

"Roger

X-ray Alpha Gulf, you are cleared onto the runway. Depart turning left

and contact Chicago flight following at five thousand."

"Roger

that tower. X-ray Alpha Gulf rolling," I answered. Taking off from a

smaller airport like this one was always more relaxing than trying to

fight the big boys at someplace like O'Hare or Midway. I let off the

brakes and rolled onto the end of the runway, turning the plane to line

up down the center line before pushing the throttles full on.

"So

how long?" Amy asked over the headset as the plane launched itself up

from the pavement and I snapped the landing gear handle into the stow

position.

"About

four hours, sooner if the wind doesn’t fight us, and we can avoid any

August storms." I answered, letting my voice soften, no longer having to

maintain the fiction that I used to get her here and on the plane. I

reached into my pocket and pulled out the envelope that Kim had for her,

an envelope I wasn't supposed to give to her until we were in the air.

"What's this?"

"A note from Kim," I answered.

"What's it say?"

"I

dunno. She told me not to read it," I answered with a shrug. "Chicago

center, X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven climbing to fifteen thousand."

"Roger X-ray Alpha Gulf Foxtrot Seven. Climbing to fifteen thousand."

"And you didn't? Read it I mean?" she asked as she unfolded the paper.

"Nope. I guessed it wasn't my business. I'm just following orders to get you on the plane and get you there anyway I can."

Amy

frowned and looked down at the note, reading it slowly. She flipped the

paper over and back again, as if looking for more information.

"And you have no idea what this is about?"

"All

I know is that I have specific orders from her highness to fetch you.

She said everything else you needed to know was in the note."

"But it doesn't tell me all that much."

"Well, she was adamant. She wasn't coming home until you got there. I couldn't very well leave her there forever, could I?"

"Well, no. But what triggered this? I mean did you do anything to her?"

"Besides throw her ass in the lake the first day? Not really," I answered.

"You really threw her in the lake?"

"Yep.

Picked her up, hauled her ass over my shoulder to the end of the pier

and threw her right into the water. She was none too happy about it

either."

"I don't imagine she was," Amy answered quietly.

To be continued.

By m storyman x, for Literotica.