Chapter 53: Virgin No More

“Because I like doing it. And you agreed over three months ago to do what I wanted to do if it wasn’t sexual.” I answered. I hoped to cut off any argument by bringing up our agreement. Though we had broken the nothing sexual clause multiple times in the last few days.

“You’ve done this before?” Jackie asked, astonished.

“Lots,” I answered. “It’s fun and relatively safe.”

“Relatively safe? Does Karen know?” Jackie asked not moving to get out of the car.

“At home, there are some of those popup meetings, which are me meeting with a pilot at a nearby airport. Who then takes me to fourteen thousand feet and tosses me out.” I said. “As for Karen and her mother, they don’t know nor do they need to know. They would say it’s way too dangerous. And with her mother, it would also be a point of contention. But I do it as a way of relieving the stress of work every once in a while. Some people use sex, whereas I, basically just jump out of a plane. I enjoy the wind rushing by and the freedom the fall through an ocean of air gives. The knowledge that all it takes is the release of the canopy to bring the fall not to an all-out halt. But a slow controlled peaceful decline to the earth below you. No employees, no deadline, no great news, no bad news either, and definitely no cell phones. The only thing to worry about and your one job is to get down safely. Today, the scariest part will be the circular parachute. With it, you’re basically falling free and not a whole lot you can do about it, versus the guidable ones.”

Jackie stepped out of the car and looked over the hood at me afraid. “I don’t want to do this. You can’t make me do it.”

I heard this too often this trip. I again reminded her, “You agreed to be my companion. And this is part of it. Plus in the past months, has telling me you’re not going to do something, worked out well? So you should probably just go ahead and agree now. And save us all a step in the process where you don’t agree.”

She knew exactly what I was talking about and finally said, “OK.”

Tyleen had heard Jackie’s objecting as she walled up, “I love it. It is great fun.

Martha added, “We love doing it and so free. This one should be even more so.” Jackie had already turned to look at Martha when I gave her the finger across the throat to tell her not to mention anything further.

Another couple walked by. The woman introduced herself as Leanne Greis. She was around five foot five with fiery red hair. She had big tits and wide hips. She could have lost fifteen to twenty pounds to hit ideal weight. But even with the extra she carried it well. She was still a cute thirty-five-year-old flower child. “I love we have company. It is more fun with a group.”

Surprised at her speaking English I asked, “American?”

“No. Those upstarts, they didn’t know a good thing when they were part of the empire.” She said, laying the British accent on heavy.

The man with her then said, “Life’s better with a king or queen. None of that president crap.” He laughed as his own joke. “By the way I’m Edward I’m Leanne’s husband. And I only say because I am supposed to if I want to get any later. I’m actually from Ohio.” He went on to explain how he and Leanne met and why they were in Romania. I cut him off before spilling the beans about jumping naked. He did add though, “I love skydiving now. But the first one scared the shit out of me.”

Sarcastically to the man I had just met I said, “Thanks that helps.”

“What, she looks like someone who enjoys a good scare, “He said. Then to Jackie, he guessed, “You’re a thrill junkie, aren’t you? Roller coasters, haunted houses, bungy jumping anything to get the juices flowing. I bet you even do the roller coasters blindfolded for the extra excitement of not knowing.”

Jackie took a minute to say, “I’ve only been on a couple of roller coasters. But I want to do more. And never blindfolded. Only car rides and airplanes.”

“She’s been sheltered. So this is going to be her first jump.” I said blowing past her dig of cars and airplanes. Knowing they would never allow it but to test her level of thrill-seeking I suggested. “They usually don’t let first-timers jump alone to trust their altimeter to open the chute. Normally it would be a tandem jump. But if you want you can do it alone.”

“Tandem sounds best if I have to do it,” Jackie said not at all thrilled at the idea. She looked at Tyleen, “You up for a tandem jump with me?”

Se turned Jackie down, “Not today. For your first time, Joe is your man. I bet he had done lots of tandem jumps.”

Martha chimed in, “Yes you want experience when it comes to the first time. And that would be Joe.”

I said, “I have done it a few times with a date or three. One loved the other two never talked to me again. Maybe you will be one of those that doesn’t talk to me anymore.” Jackie like an eight-year-old stuck her tongue out at me.

“So when do I get my parachute? Jackie asked shortly after we were standing in a group inside the hangar.

Martha teased with the truth, “Never.”

I joke with her knowing she won’t understand, “Yeah, I thought we would just throw you out with nothing on.” It implied that there would be no parachute when in actuality it was something completely different.

Jackie said, “Oh right, like they could let me fall to the ground without a parachute.”

I said, “You’re right that would never happen.”

“So when do I get a parachute?” She asked again.

“Miss Simpson was not wrong. You do not get a parachute,” the instructor said walking up. He was a military-looking man. He was close to my age but looked ten years older. His demeanor was no-nonsense, which went along with his brown buzz-cut hair and impeccably shaved face. The man likely used a straight razor, no shaving cream needed. Shaving cream being for wimp, types. “Your tandem partner gets the chute and the release. Your harness is attached to your partners. They are in full control and are responsible for getting you down safely. So be sure you fully trust them with your life. Because you are. If don’t trust them like that, stay on the ground.”

Jackie stood there staring at the instructor. She seemed to be debating something in her head, staring through the man. Who stared right back through her. After what seemed like an hour she said, “When do I get the harness?”

“I have your weight and height...” The brown-headed man with a buzz cut said before being interrupted.

“Who gave you my weight? I am a hundred pounds if that,” Jackie boasted.

“You are a female, so you are lying about your weight. I by default add ten pounds to attractive fit women and twenty to the others.” He said irritated in response to her interruption. “So I adjusted the altimeter to four thousand one hundred feet.”

I said, “I was hoping for three and a half.”

Jackie asked, “What is the normal setting and what is the altimeter for?”

To the military-looking guy, I said, “If you get the gear ready, I will answer her questions.”

“Thank you,” the man said looking glad to leave the uninformed woman to someone else. He headed over to the racks holding packs of folded chutes and harness rigs.

I turned to Jackie and explained, “The altimeter reads your altitude as you fall. It is what opens the parachute at a predetermined altitude. Normally it is four thousand feet for a tandem jump and three thousand for a single. But that can go up and down with weight. Obviously, the more you weigh the longer it takes to slow down. So they have the parachute open a higher the more weight it has to slow down.”

Jackie understood and hollered over to the guy picking out the parachute packs. “I weigh two hundred and sixty pounds.”

“Nice try Jackie, but you’re one-oh-five at most. And to prevent any chaffing or having the harness damaged walking around we put them on while the plane ascends to fifteen thousand feet.” I told her

The instructor came over and added. “I have found putting the harness on first-time jumpers earlier than right before the jump gives them less time to talk themselves out of jumping. And if they are the only ones without a rig they get even more nervous. So no one gets them until they are on the way up.”

The instructor gave five out of six of us the packed parachute packs. They were the ones we were to use. Each of us inspected them fully. The last thing I wanted was a pack that didn’t open. The last four thousand feet of my life would have been filled with Jackie’s screams and bitching. I could do without that.

Everything was in order when I inspected the big circular chute. Being circular was different than my usual pack. But tandem jumps were done with circular parachutes, not rectangular ones. I was familiar with the pack of a circular chute but now as much as the rectangular one. Thus I was the last to return my inspected pack back to the instructor to load on the plane.

The pilot walked up had heard the earlier conversation. He was much younger than the instructor. He had long black hair and a smile on his unshaven face. He was the polar opposite of the instructor. He said,” We get paid for people to jump, not to go up and ride around. Plus we never get return clients from when they went up and landed with us. It is why we charge triple if someone comes back down, in the plane.”

Stepping into the dual prop Super Otter plane, Jackie for a second time commented on her getting on the plane. “I’m only getting on this damn thing because of some crazy agreement I made a couple of months, ago.”

I thought Jackie was doing well considering it was just the fourth time and third type of aircraft she had been on. Plus they kept getting smaller with each flight, starting with the jumbo jet now on a twin prop. It was quite a feat she was staying calm as the plane taxied to the head of the runway. That ended and she turned sheet white when the twin props ramped up. All the rumblings made the plane vibrate. The vibrating fuselage in turn vibrated all of us. The g’s were nothing like what the Lear pulled, but this time there was more engine noise and the rush of air coming through cracks everywhere. The engine was at full rev as the wheels lifted off the ground long before the abort line.

During the initial steep climb, the engine whined. The plane had leveled off for a few minutes when Leanne and Tim stood up. Tim pulled his T-shirt up over his head while Leanne did much the same with the nurse’s scrubs shirt she was wearing. Her ample breasts were held in place by an effective bra that was far from sexy. Her hands reached behind her and undid the three clasps that secured the garment around her chest.

Jackie looked at them astounded and asked, “What are you doing?”

Before they could answer the instructor handed them the packs and harnesses they had inspected earlier. “Finish and I will check your rig when on.”

“Ok,” the married couple said in tandem. They continued removing their other clothes. Martha and Tyleen also stood up the best they could in the cramped space. They too began removing the loose clothing they were wearing. Tyleen said, “I have been looking forward to doing this for a long time.”

“Jumping out of an airplane?” Jackie asked.

Leanne said, ‘What? You weren’t told? These guys’ specialty is the last jump of the day. It is always a naked jump. It’s our sixth time doing it.”

Martha spoke up, “It is our first time. Naked that is. We have been skydiving before. We wanted to try naked out. We heard it is so great. We have been told there is nothing better than having the wind rushing through your vagina during the fall.”

Leanne confirmed this, “That’s right. It is wild. The air needed to keep you alive is pushed into you. It is like the path of how you came into the world it is filled by the world for the next one that goes through that passage.” She continued to undress while giving her mother-earth-type description.

Leanne’s explanation was a bit hippy for me but at least I could see her hippy logic. I could also see more of her as I watched as Leanne stripped off the last of her clothes. She had a completely manicured raspberry bush and pink lips below, much pinker than her nipples.

Jackie balked at the idea of jumping from the plane naked. “ I don’t want to jump out of this or any airplane. Much less jump out of an airplane naked.”

The gruff old-looking instructor stared at her and said, “These are special harnesses. They are not designed to be worn on top of clothing. So nude is the way they are worn.”

“They are quite comfortable,” Leanne said and stepped into the harness pulling it up on either thigh. A velvet-lined belt ran across her hip bones. The configuration resembles a garter belt attached to the top of an invisible stocking. The garter-like belt then had velveted straps up the front of it. The inches and a half to inch wide black straps came up to two more equal-sized straps. The first went around her chest just below her breasts. The second strap of the same dimensions went across her upper breasts. It was connected down to the waist belt All the straps were pulled tight with buckles that were secured in velvet pouches. The whole rig was designed to prevent any chafing of its occupant. Even the edges of the belts had special rounded padding so that nothing would pinch or bite as it was secured. When fully on Leanne the whole appearance was more like a harness that belonged in a BDSM den. All it was missing was the dominatrix wielding a whip.

The Simpson women quickly began putting theirs as well. I stepped into my harness, having undressed while Leanne put on her rig. I was pleasantly surprised at the silky feeling of the belts. The harsh scratch of nylon was nowhere to be found. The rig for me was only slightly different. Other than that not being for a female. It had only one wide strap at the top across my chest. There were two sets of stainless steel D-rings on the front of the harness. An additional two rings were on the side of the chute securing straps. These four extra rings were designed to clasp together with Jackie’s harness. The first two were to be clipped together with Jackie’s harness at the shoulders. The ones on the pack were to clip to D-rings at her waist. When all four were secured it should have given us a modicum of freedom of movement, while keeping us connected.

Over the past months, Jackie had lost much of her modesty about being naked in front of me. Other people, though, with the exception of the past day or two, she was cautious with nudity. When swimming nude she did her best to hide the fact. The exceptions to that were when bets or bad behavior punishment made her do it. Or the other morning when she seemed to be forcing herself for reasons unknown. Other than that she was not nude in public. She always had the self-delusions about her clothes when they were see-through. She could act as if they were not. Only when at the roof spa did she become immodest and even then she had to know the people for some bit of time.

But there was a new couple on the plane. And Tim’s longer-than-necessary looks made her blush anytime he looked her way. The modesty made her take longer to strip out of her clothes as required. While slowly doing as required, it was almost like she was giving a bashful striptease in the way she continually tried to hide her privates. The show generated the same behavior from the instructor, as Tim, though he had likely seen thousands of women naked within that very plane. Yet, Jackie and her bald muff had them checking her out.

Naked she turned her back to us until she was finished attaching all the equipment. She had to turn around for the instructor to verify the correctness of her job. When she did her hands went down to her pussy leaving her tits jutting out between two one-and-a-half-inch wide straps. The two straps made her small breasts look bigger than they actually were. Her quite sexy appearance had the undesired effect of growing my cock.

Looking down at my dick that was engorging Jackie asked, “Can I get my own parachute? Had I known I had to be naked, I would’ve never gotten on the plane. But now that I’m here. Is there any way I can jump by myself and not with the naked pervert?”

The instructor was a bit more handy than he needed to be with each of the women while testing the harness’s fit. His hands rubbed over their asses and tits making sure the straps were plenty tight where they needed to be and loose otherwise. He took extra time to check the tightness of the front and back leg straps. His fingers brushed against and over their labia.

With his hands running down the leg strap of Jackie’s harness down in between her thighs, the instructor said, “No. We do not bring up an extra pair of canopies. The one for you two is an extra large one because of the tandem nature of the two of you going off together.”

To tweak Jackie, just a hair, I said, “It looks like you’re stuck with me. At least for today and the rest of the week. And don’t forget you’ve put your life into my hands...” Again to tweak her I added. “ ... and your tits, stomach, and butt as well. But you have enjoyed that at times in the past.”

She glared at me. I said to the other passengers, “She looks sexy when she gets aggravated. Especially when it is at me.” I thought she was going to blow a head gasket right then.

The instructor said to me, “Go sit on the bench.” Pointing at Jackie he said, “You sit in his lap.” She did so putting her legs on the outside of mine.

Having done multiple tandem jumps this was different. “ I’ve never been connected up while sitting down.”

“It is better if you land first, then the partner. Not all places do this. I think it is safer when an experienced jumper should touch first. You will know if something is off and adjust a split second before the tandem partner lands. She still moves up and down and outward some. But the starting position makes it so she can not touch the ground. It is safer.”

The clipping together was much tighter together than I had expected. There wasn’t the same level of freedom I had expected. We temporarily stood up testing the connection between us. Jackie could move maybe half a foot up or half a foot down but still, the instructor was right. Her feet would not reach the floor unless I bent my knees outward. It was going to make jumping out interesting.