The Balloon Ride
by Mat Twassel
Copyright© 2023 by Mat Twassel
Fiction Sex Story: Cassie's boyfriend wants them to go on a balloon ride, but Cassie has a fear of heights. Illustrated.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Caution Illustrated .
“It’s something I’ve always wanted to do,” Max insisted. “Drifting over the countryside in a hot air balloon. The view. The fresh air. You!”
“Me!” Cassie said, half surprise, half scoff. “You know I’m not crazy about heights. I think a tippy balloon would...”
“Now, now,” Max assured her, his hand making slow circles on her bottom. “I’d be there with you. I’d protect you. I’d...”
“Yes?” Cassie asked, feeling his hard-on’s pressure on her mound. “What would you do with me, up there in the sky?”
“I’d fuck you,” Max declared.
“Oh my. But what about the other passengers? What about the pilot?”
Max harrumphed and turned away.
“Don’t be that way,” Cassie asked, her heart softened, her sex moist. “Can’t we just go for a ride in my bed?”
Max bought the tickets on-line. $225 each for ninety minutes. “I don’t know about this,” Cassie said, as they drove up to the scruffy airfield. The morning was gray. Earlier had been a spattering of rain. “With all these clouds, we won’t be able to see anything. They probably won’t even go up.”
Max pointed to the horizon. “Look, it’s clearing.”
Cassie stayed in the car while Max went to check things out. Fifteen minutes later he was back. “Good news,” he reported.
“I was afraid of that,” Cassie said.
They were the only ones. The pilot, Andrew, spent ten minutes going over the instructions. “Nothing to worry about, ma’am,” he told Cassie. “The first hint of lighting and we come down.”
“That’s what I’m worried about,” Cassie said. She squeezed Max’s hand.
Lift off was like sex—the moments before penetration. The burner whooshed. The rattan basket, bound to earth with ropes, wobbled and rocked. Andrew released the catch. The balloon eased upward. Legs weak, eyes squeezed shut, Cassie clung to Max. “Darling,” he whispered in her ear. “Darling, we’re doing it.”
“I hate you,” Cassie declared. “I hate you for making me do this.”
“I love you,” Max said. “Now relax and look over the side.”
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