Message-ID: <13528eli$9807311300@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/13528.txt> From: r pashun <pashun17@yahoo.com> Subject: Interailing Holiday F^F sm cons rom Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980730215901.10528.rocketmail@send101.yahoomail.com> You may repost this or achive it as long as you don't make money out of it. This story includes some minor reform spellings. If you repost you must not change the spelling to trad spelling (if you want to post it with a more radical reformed spelling, go ahead). Finally this is a fantasy. In reality I'd consider open ended power plays like this as risky. Interailing Holiday F^F sm cons rom Claire had been on edge the whole week. On the surface it was turning out to be the perfect holiday, interailing across Europe. Kirsty had consulted Claire on almost everywhere they went and had never once tried to order her around. And that's what worried her. Kirsty had made it quite clear the conditions on which Claire could join her on the holiday. "If I giv an order you obey, whatever it is, for the whole fortnight." Kirsty had said. Claire had agreed readily, glad only to be invited by Kirsty. But after a week of not one single order Claire was getting scared. What was Kirsty saving it up for? Every now and then Kirsty would ignore a suggestion by Claire, occasionally Kirsty would 'forget' to consult Claire. Had not Claire been so on edge she probably wouldn't hav noticed but she knew these oversights had a pattern. Tho their journey across Europe was apparently random Claire knew Kirsty was givving their journey a very definite direction. The landscape was now getting hilly, even mountainous. Kirsty had asked their lift to drop them off at the end of path for no apparent reason (apparent to Claire) and they had walked along the side of the hill until round a spur Claire saw. The valley cutting its way into the mountain side changed into a precipitous gully across which had been built a railway viaduct some 100 metres perhaps 200 abuv the gully floor. It was disused now, showing signs of weathering that made Claire wonder how long before it would collapse yet a wooden platform had been built from the center and on that platform stood a figure. At that moment the figure stepped forward and plummeted to what would hav been certain death on the rocks below but for the elasticated rope tied to his ankles. For a moment Claire couldn't breathe as the panic overwhelmed her. "Kirsty," she finally gasped, "you know I'm afraid of heights." "Yes" said Kirsty smugly, "I know." The next hour (was it only an hour?) Claire was in state of pure terror. First there were the forms to fill including one to indemnify the Bungee Jump Company from any death or injury which Kirsty gleefully pushed towards her. Signing it Claire was sure she was signing her death warrant. If only, thought Claire, it had been anyone but you I could've called safeword. Then she was weighed and, as well as on a slip of paper, the man wrote her weight on the back of her hand. "Just an extra precaution so as Karl doesn't get it wrong," the man told her in a strong Euro-American accent. "And if he gets it wrong?" asked Claire "You don't want to think about that," said the man, "but he won't". Then the slow climb up to the level of viaduct, spasms of vertigo making her ever more unsteady as she climbed and finally the long walk along the cinder of the uprooted railway track to the jumping platform. Karl took the piece of paper with her weight and selected the correct bungee (Were they the correct ones wondered Claire. Why didn't he double check the weight written on my hand?). A towel was wrapped round her ankles and the flimsiest of nylon bands wrapped round that secured the bungee. Surely thought Claire the towel will slip, the nylon bands snap. The preliminaries were over. All that was left was the hop to the edge and then .... Claire stood frozen to the spot. Every instinct told her she was facing her death. "If you want to hav second thoughts," said Karl "...a lot of people do." Claire shook her head vigorously. She hopped forward until only two hops separated her from the edge. The chasm in front of her loomed. She was sick with fear. She couldn't, she knew she must but she just couldn't. Then she caught sight of Kirsty on the same spur from which they had seen the viaduct earlier that afternoon. I'll do anything for you - even die for you, thought Claire. She knew it was not mere luvvers talk - it was the literal truth. Suddenly calm, she took the last two hops forward. She felt the edge of the platform. She looked down. It was so unbelievably high. Her head reeled, all sense of balance gone, she was falling, she screamed. Nothing could hav prepared her for the wind rushing past her and the ground hurtling towards her. She felt the tug of the bungee but it was too late she was going to fast. They'd got the wrong weight. Metres from the ground her fall slowed to a halt and she felt the bungee pull her back up and then lower her down again. She was still terrifyingly high abuv the ground but somehow all fear had been driven out of her. Instead an incredible intoxicating elation filled her. She felt the bungee being lowered until at last she was able to reach out and grasp the ground. She unbuckled the straps, let the towel fall away and stood up, so indescribably happy to be alive. She looked up searching for Kirsty and found her running down the hillside. Kirsty, who for so long had seemed to ignore her, running to her! It must hav taken minutes for Kirsty to reach her. Claire would hav gladly lengthened that wait to a lifetime. Finally Kirsty was hugging her, congratulating her, kissing her. "I booked a room in small hotel nearby. A campsite is no place to celebrate," said Kirsty. The room was small, the bed hard but walls were thick. They made luv. It wasn't the first time but never like this. Finally resting in each other's arms Kirsty shyly whispered to Claire. "Sometime, would you top me." Kirsty who always topped, asking her, Claire, to top her? "Oh Kirsty, I luv you," said Claire. She hadn't meant to say it. For so long she had longed to say it but it had been a precipice she dared not step over. Yet Kirsty was smiling. "I luv you too," she said. _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>