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A Freefall Fuck

The afternoon wind ruffled Ariel's feathers as he walked along the side of his plane. The golden eagle's eyes were glued to the dirtied white sides of the craft, shaking his head now and then at the spots where the white sides were getting too dirty, and grimacing at weak points that would need to be shored up in the next few weeks. That would cost, he knew, and not in a way that his little business would just shrug off. But without a plane, what kind of skydiving business could he run? He shook his head, not wanting to think about that for now; it was almost time for the customers to start coming out for the daily run over the area south of Seville.

In fact, as he looked over his shoulder, he could see a small group being led out of the administration building on the far side of the airfield. Ariel sighed, leaning his back against the plane and crossing his arms. Just enough time to check for flaws, not enough time to really fix them all. Not that there were any big ones, but he wished that the scheduling would let him get a little more done.

He was a fairly easy sight on the grassy tarmac. His feathers stood out like a sore thumb against the green that pushed through the old runway, and particularly against the plane itself. They varied from a darker reddish brown over most of his body to a lighter set around his upper arms. Both those and his tail feathers were tipped with black, a look that he took pride in and spent a little time each day making sure that they stayed in good condition. Unlike some other avians he knew, his feathers didn't extend all the way down his arms. At the elbow, feathers faded away to be replaced by a yellow set of scaly skin, leading down to clawed fingers. The same happened at his legs, just under the knee. He wore a traditional leather jacket, and a pair of denim jeans that went down to his ankle. Shoes were left out; the scales along his legs and feet were good enough protection, and he didn't want to pay the fees it would take to get boots made that wouldn't get shredded by his talons.

The part of his mind that kept track of the finances winced at the small group that was gathered for the day. All told, there were maybe eight people that were here, and he would bet that a few of them were only coming onto the tarmac to wish their friends or family good luck. Ariel doubted that they would even cover the full cost of going up in the air for the day, but it wasn't like he could say no to the business. Anything coming in was better than nothing, and if he turned them away, it would spread word that he had bad practices. Not something he could afford right now.

At the head of the group was his diving instructor, a peregrine falcon who had moved here from the United States named Artie. The falcon had been part of the operation for a year and a half now, and had been one of the big draws that kept the business going, partially for his expertise in teaching others - which was considerable - and also just because of his species. People seemed a little more willing to go on a skydive when the instructor not only had the qualifications for rescue if needed, but looked like they'd be good at it too. It was just a pity that the larger groups that did this kept drawing out all the business.

They were getting close enough now for him to hear Artie explaining the rules of the drop, and Ariel smiled as the low tenor voice of the falcon reached his ears.

"...anybody can actually skydive. All of you can do this. Seriously, it takes no effort at all, just leap out and pull the cord on your 'chute. And if it looks like there's even the slightest problem, I'll be diving right after you to make sure that you're okay." Artie chuckled. "Or if you look like a nice piece of meat; either way, I'll be chasing after you."

Some of the crowd chuckled at that, but Ariel rolled his eyes. The other avian was a renowned flirt, even with the one girl that they had as a receptionist. He'd heard that they got into it - and into the supply closet - more than once, but it hadn't bothered their productivity any. The eagle did wish that Artie would stop the flirting with the customers, though; there'd already been one complaint after a married couple had been teased all the way up before the drop.

As Artie kept explaining how safe things were, Ariel took the opportunity to examine the divers for any signs of nerves. Better to have some idea before going up who might be cracking and who might be overconfident.

It didn't look like there were many that were out and out scared; one badger who couldn't stop fiddling with his parachute straps and who kept pushing his fur off of his scalp seemed to have it the worst. Ariel made a mental note to make sure that Artie kept an eye on him, but he didn't think it would be too big a problem. Aside from the badger, however, most of the others were pretty calm. No big grins, but that would come as they got closer to the jump, the eagle knew from experience.

His eyes made their way down the line of customers. The badger, a pair of dingoes, a rather flustered kangaroo tourist - Ariel hadn't thought they had a pack that would fit him, but they did - a panther girl, another couple, these ones otters, and -

"Well now, what do we have here?"

Ariel's head whipped to the side at the voice, the eighth customer having stepped out of line and walked over to his side. A white furred hand pressed against the side of the plane, and his eyes traced the lean limb upwards. They passed over a fishnet sleeve that ran from her elbow to her shoulder, and then moved up. The glint of light off of a gold earring left a slight afterimage on his eyes, and as he blinked it away, he found himself looking a white wolf in the eyes.

Now she had the grin that he was a little worried about. It was wide and showed all the teeth, and her eyes glinted in the thrill-seeking way that made him nervous for his other customers. Her eyes moved up and down while he looked at her, and he could feel them looking his body up and down, eyeing him the way that he'd seen Artie eyeing some of the other customers they had. He tried to ignore the sense of excitement that gave him, and went back to checking her over with a pilot's eye.

Or, tried to. He got as far as seeing that her parachute wasn't company issue before he realized that her shirt was little more than a vest, and that her vest was barely tied together with a string across the middle. And that there was no sign of a bra on beneath the vest, which meant her breasts were on the verge of sliding out into open view.

Ariel's eyes went wide, and the wolf chuckled at him. "Heh, fair's fair; I just checked you out, go ahead and check me."

Realizing he was staring, the golden eagle shook his head before bringing his gaze back up to her face. "Sorry about that. I just like to do a pre-flight check of the customers, and -"

"Oh, if you wanted to check something, you'd need to look harder than that, big guy." She chuckled, and he blushed. "So, how high are we going today? Brochure said about 15,000 feet, but they don't always say it like it is."

"Yes, it's a full 15,000 feet, ma'am." Ariel cleared his throat. "If I may say so, are you sure you wish to go up dressed like that? It will start to get a little colder when we reach that height, and when you jump -"

"When I jump, I plan to throw this thing off into the plane and fall in nothing but my fur," she said with a smirk. His beak dropped open as he stared at her, and she actually reached over and pushed it back into place, slowly pushing his chin up with her finger. "Oh, don't look so surprised. After a few dozen skydiving jumps, you have to do something to liven it up a little bit."

Liven up...jumping 15,000 feet from plane to ground...Ariel had seen some pretty crazy people in his time, and stranger daredevils than he wanted to think of, but wanting to leap out of a plane naked like that was something of a first. The wolf didn't even blush when she said it, and he wondered how many times she'd done something like this for it to be a matter of course for her. It had to be -

No, he wasn't going to think about it. Because then he would want to watch.

His head moved to look a little further down. She didn't even bother wearing pants, just a skirt - a very short skirt - and a pair of shoes. They looked like one of the custom brands that some wolves had to get, since they needed to have something for more animalistic feet than human ones. He hoped that she would at least keep those; walking back somewhere barefoot would be a pain and a half.

"So, do I still get to go on the plane, or does my little plan disqualify me from the jump?" she asked, her voice tugging his head back up. She wore a rather impudent grin on her face, almost like she knew he couldn't turn her away.

And she was right. Ariel rubbed his head. "You can still come, but can you at least wait until you're the last one left before stripping down? It'll disrupt things less, and maybe it'll let me keep any lawsuits away."

"Sweet little bird. Of course." She laughed, patting his cheek. Turning away before he could do anything about it, she rejoined the group of customers that continued to pay full attention to the instructor. She even winked at him before turning her attention back to Artie, as though she'd been doing that all along.

Artie wrapped up his lecture and started filing people into the side door of the plane. They walked in one by one, some of them chatting with each other, while others were more focused on just keeping calm. The eagle watched for a bit, waiting for the customers - and the wolf - to get into the plane before walking over to his instructor. "Hey, Artie."

"Hmm?" the falcon turned. "Something wrong?"

"No, no. I just had a quick question."

"Okay, shoot."

"That white wolf in the group -"

"Hottie, isn't she?"

"I...suppose." He shook his head. "Anyway, I want you to keep an eye on her, and make sure that she has the last jump. She had some sort of idea to make it more interesting for herself, and I don't want her to bother the other customers."

"I can do that, sure." The falcon grinned. "Want to fill me in?"

"I...think you'll find out later." He doubted that Artie would be able to stop thinking about the wolf female getting naked if he heard about it, and he didn't want his friend to accidentally hurry people off and make things unsafe just to get her alone on the plane. "Just make sure that she has the last jump. And make the badger second-last."

"Sure thing, boss, sure thing." Chuckling under his breath, Artie made his way into the plane, leaving the eagle outside on his own.

Ariel shook his head as he looked to the front of the plane. The cockpit door was open, just waiting for him to get in and start the plane. The instructor would already be giving the last minute details, and he knew that the tower would be waiting for his transmission that they were taxiing into position. Everyone was waiting on him, and he was standing outside the plane, thinking of that white wolf getting naked.

He leaned against the side of the plane, looking up at the sky. "Why can't things be simple?" the eagle muttered. The clouds shifted overhead, blown about by the slight breeze over the city today. Mentally adjusting his flight plans so that it didn't bother the jumpers, Ariel sighed. He would just have to deal with it, and hope that things didn't blow up in his face. As long as the wolf went last, and she didn't make a big thing of it, he didn't think there would be much of a problem.

Pulling the key for the plane out of his pocket, he walked over to the pilot's door, got in, and started the plane.

Ariel put the plane into a slow circle about eighty kilometers south of Seville, a little bit north of a local national park. He could hear the sound of people getting to their feet in the hold not far back, and he chuckled a little to himself as they suddenly stopped talking. The passengers seemed to have finally figured out that they were jumping from a pretty big height. Those of them that hadn't already looked out the window would have made their way to one by now. No shrieks, though; that was a good sign.

The eagle checked the instruments in front of him, looking over the altimeter, the barometer, the fuel gauge; everything that had any bearing on what the flight was going to be like. Several stuck in place, and only grudgingly deigned to move when he tapped the glass covering them. He sighed to himself. "Piece of junk," he muttered under his breath, slowly tilting the plane into another turn before settling it on an even keel again.

Buzz-crackle went the intercom, and Ariel pressed his button for it. "Captain Ariel speaking, what's the status, Artie?"

"All divers are equipped and prepped for jump. Are we good?"

A quick check on the instruments confirmed that they were just over the drop point. "Yes, I say, yes we are good for jump. Remember the arrangement?"

"Yeah, wolf goes last, I remember. Keep us steady. Artie out."

"Got it," he said as he let go of the button. Getting a better grip on the sticks, Ariel held the plane steady as the door opened. It clanged audibly against the vehicle's hull, setting the eagle's beak on edge. That was going to be another dent, another little thing that he'd like to get fixed. Never would have the money to, at this rate, but he would see it every time and think of what he would like to do with this plane next time. Always next time.

He jumped at the sound of a knock on his door. "The hell?" Ariel muttered, looking away from the window. "Door's open."

The wooden barrier pushed open, and for a few seconds, the warmth of the cockpit was sucked out through the gap. Shivering and fluffing his feathers, Ariel watched as the wolf walked in through the gap, shutting the door hard behind her. Despite the temperature drop, she didn't look the slightest bit bothered. Probably something to do with the arctic heritage, he thought; her species generally dealt with the cold a lot better than a lot of other canines, though the huskies and malamutes could sometimes give them a run for their money.

Without even asking, she plopped herself down in the seat opposite him. He looked at her for a minute before turning back to the sky ahead. "Any reason you decided to visit the captain's cabin?"

"I gotta wait until the end of the jump, don't I?" she asked. "Thought I'd spend more time around the interesting guy while I waited."

"Isn't that the guy in the passenger bay?"

"Only if he switched places with the guy in the leather jacket when I blinked."

"Flatterer." Ariel chuckled anyway, bringing the plane around for the next turn. "So, do you mind telling me your name? Don't want to keep calling you 'the wolf'."

She chuckled, kicking up her feet onto an empty part of the cockpit. The movement was enough to slide her skirt back a bit, and showed...well, everything. Ariel had to shake his head to get rid of the slight blush that came from looking, and only just caught what she said. "I'm Greta. I'm also great. You can use either one."

"I'll...I'll stick with Greta, thanks," Ariel said. "Um...did you start taking stuff off already?"

"Hmm?" She blinked. "What do you mean?"

"You, um, don't have anything...well..." He groaned. "How are you making me this flustered?"

"I have no idea, but it's fun." She laughed, turning her chair and one leg just enough towards him to show things off. He got a magnificent view of her pussy, particularly when she reached down and spread herself further open. "Oh, are you getting ideas, looking at me like this? I hope you're going to share them."

"Greta, um..." Ariel shook his head, looking out the window again. He couldn't help but look back at her again, and it didn't help that she was actually sliding her finger inside of herself now. "Why are...we only just met! I'm -"

"Someone that's stressing out more than I've ever seen anyone stress out." She chuckled, poking him with a toe. "You run a skydiving business, you're a pilot, and you don't get any fun out of it. When was the last time that your blood was pumping so hard that your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest? When was the last time that you were screaming and shouting just for the hell of it, just because it felt good?"

A very long time, if he was completely honest with himself. The last time that he had felt something like that...well, the plane hadn't been dented up and damaged, and Artie had still been in the United States. The pilot chuckled to himself, shaking his head. "I hadn't thought about it like that."

"Heh, you better start, or you're never going to actually have fun again," Greta said with a smirk. She brought her legs back together, getting to her feet. Patting him on the cheek, she nodded towards the passenger hold. "I better get back. Don't want Mr. Instructor getting all worried that someone walked off the plane without him knowing, huh?"

"I suppose you should..."

"Oh, Captain, don't tell me that you can't live without me now!" she teased, her hands on her hips. "You just keep flying...and if you have an autopilot, come on back when it's time for me to jump. I do so looooove an audience." Chuckling, she blew him a kiss and walked out, her hips swaying so much that Ariel almost couldn't tear his eyes off of them as she walked off.

He turned back to the sky ahead, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths. His pants were uncomfortably tight after seeing that, and for a few seconds, the different readings on the various gauges didn't make any sense. Slowly, though, his brain caught up with his libido, and the eagle was able to make sense of things again. Putting the plane through another slow turn, he watched the land below slide away, the landscape changing again as they flew in a different direction, and he sighed.

Greta was right, he thought. It had been way too long since he'd really had fun with what he did. Ariel could still remember the glee he got from flying the plane back when he started the business, and how it had felt when he'd jumped out of the plane a few times to show customers that there was nothing to be worried about, as long as the instructions were followed. The feeling of adrenaline rushing through his veins, the excitement of doing something so risky - even with the safety precautions - and the powerful feeling that came from living through it and wanting to do it again...it really had been too long since he'd done anything that made him feel that way.

It had been too long since he'd done anything with anyone else, too, for that matter. The eagle's tight pants reminded him of that. He wasn't like Artie, flirting with everyone; in fact, there had been a few times when the peregrine had jokingly asked if he went to the 'other' kinds of clubs to meet partners. Not that Ariel had anything against that, but it wasn't his style, or his...preference. He just didn't see a lot of excitement in a lot of girls. Whether they were sexy or not, they needed to have some level of excitement to them, or they just didn't interest him.

But that wolf...

"Ahhhhh, I need to stop thinking about her," Ariel muttered under his breath, tugging on the sticks to pull them up a little higher. The altimeter moved back up to 15,000 feet instead of the 14,800 that it had drifted to. "Not like there's anything that's going to happen there." The lack of auto-pilot prevented her offer from amounting to much, as well; there just was no way for him to leave the controls unattended for long. If there'd been the money to pay for a co-pilot, that would have been one thing, but...well, if he was going to keep wishing for things, might as well wish for a whole new plane with all those features.

He circled the landing zone a few more times, giving the customers plenty of time to actually jump out. Sometimes they needed a little longer to be able to get up the courage to do anything, and for that reason he was used to this.

Still, he was kind of surprised that there hadn't been any status updates from the passenger hold for a while. Usually Artie would have mentioned something, either that there was someone that needed rescuing, or that they were done, or even just an update about how many passengers were left that either would be jumping or needed to go back to the airfield.

With fuel reaching the midpoint, Ariel started to reach for the intercom, but it buzzed before he could touch it. Shrugging it off, he pressed his button. "This is the captain speaking. Things going alright back there, Artie?"

"Artie isn't really available at the moment," Greta's voice said from the other end.

"What's the matter?" Ariel asked, keeping his voice calm even as his initial panic tried to take over. "One of the customers panic on him?"

"Yeah, the badger. He started to take the jump, but I guess he freaked out at the last second. He jumped, then turned around and tried to grab the plane."

The eagle couldn't help wincing at the thought. There was a reason that jumps happened in a specific way; the best position for a person falling was the jump that the instructor specified, not one where they twisted this way and that all the way down before they pulled the chute.

"He didn't really get a good grip, split second thing and all. He went spinning down, and Artie jumped after him. I think that they're okay, though; I saw one parachute open up before I shut the door."

"Well, that's goo- Wait." He blinked. "Just how many jumps have you been on?"

"Why do you ask? You want some tips?"

He groaned. "I mean, you actually had the common sense to shut the door. Do you know how many people outside the business actually think of that?"

"Heh, you have a good point." He heard her chuckle at the other end of the com. "But you think you can keep circling? I still want to do my jump."

"No chance. After the instructor jumps, it's procedure to take this thing back to the hangar." He started pulling the sticks around, turning the plane out of its loop. "Without someone on hand for rescue stuff, it's against safety regulations to let anyone do any jumping."

"You have GOT to be kidding me."

"No, ma'am, I'm sorry. I'll try and get you a refund, if I can, or a free pass next time." Rather than another word, he only got a crackle on the com. "Ma'am? Greta?" He tapped the button a few times. "Hello?"

The gust of wind announced the door opening, and for once it served a good cause. The tent in his pants went down in seconds from the chill wind that flooded the cockpit, and Ariel sighed. Turning his chair slightly, he said, "Look, I'm sorry that you can't jump, but - buh buh buh..."

He cut off as he caught sight of the now-naked wolf. She had taken off literally EVERYTHING, and stood in nothing but the fur. Just as she'd promised. Ariel's eyes were as wide as they could get, and they zipped up and down Greta's body, ignoring any thoughts of decency as his neglected libido took full advantage of the sexy lady standing right in front of him.

Her clothes hadn't hidden much, but he hadn't guessed that she had pierced nipples; a silver loop went through both of them, and dangled down over the exposed flesh. They weren't large, but he could just imagine slipping a finger through them and...the eagle didn't get a chance to finish that thought as his eyes went further down, and caught sight of another little loop dangling between her legs. Her clit had the same sort of piercing, though it was a smaller one, and he wondered how in the hell he'd missed THAT when she was spreading her legs before. And...was she wet?! She was freaking wet!

His eyes went back up to her face, and he saw that she was looking down at his crotch as well. The feeling of tightness returned, and the eagle wondered just how much more awkward this could get.

She walked across the cockpit to stand beside him. Leaning one hand on the back of his chair, she stood with her breasts almost in his face. "You really, really need to get out more, pilot boy," she said, her voice trembling slightly with an obviously suppressed chuckle. "I swear, you keep looking at my breasts or my pussy, and you're just gonna cream your jeans like some teenager."

And just like that, the blush got worse. Ariel looked away, trying to focus on the sky ahead rather than the heavenly bosom at his side. "Give me a break...it's been a while."

"Years, or decades?" she asked playfully.

"Ow, low blow." He chuckled anyway. "Look, if you really want to jump, I can get you a free spot on the next flight up. I promise, it'll be better next time."

"I think I know a way to make it better right now."

"Better than jumping naked and teasing a captain that's been celibate too long?" he asked her, flashing a smile her way.

"Much better." She sat down beside him. At first, he was glad, because it meant that her breasts weren't right at eye level anymore, and he could concentrate better. Then she shoved her hand down his pants, and made it a whole new ballgame. He jerked in surprise, and the plane went through a short but rapid ascent, nearly knocking the wolf off her feet.

Still, she laughed it off, and kept fondling him, finding his cock and stroking it as he flew. "Mmm, take us higher. It'll give us a little more time."

"A...a little more time for what?" Ariel asked, barely keeping himself from stuttering more than he already was.

"A hot, quick fuck on the way down. You and me, naked bodies, and the earth coming up to meet us." She growled, lightly biting at his neck. "Never done it with an eagle...but I bet you're used to that kind of thing, considering how birds love to play..."

"I...uh...er..." How was she doing this?! He'd never met another girl that could reduce him to so little words, or give him so much trouble thinking. His cock throbbed in her hand, and he was just barely managing to keep the plane level and on course. What to do, what to do...

The best excuse he could think of, and a very real one. "What about the plane?" Ariel asked. "I'm the only pilot, and it doesn't have autopilot. I can't just leave it up here."

"Heh, it's a bit of a junker, isn't it?"

"Doesn't...mmph...doesn't mean I can let it crash."

"Is it insured?" she asked, her other hand drifting down to his crotch. It unzipped his pants, and his cock throbbed as it was exposed.

"In...insured?" He couldn't believe he was even thinking this. "Uh...uh I think...I think so."

"Mmmm, good." Kissing his cock and sending shudders of pleasure down his spine, she patted his head. "Then come on...fly us back west...and we'll jump out a bit before the coast. It goes down, you explain things...and you get the ride of your life."

As they stood in front of the diving door, Ariel wasn't sure if his head or his cock had been convinced this was the right idea. But here they were, the both of them only wearing parachutes, and just waiting for the right point to jump.

Greta stood in front of him, and she had his cock trapped between her thighs. He could feel the cool metal of her clit piercing against the tip of his cock, and it took all of his self control to not hump up against her as she teased him. Every little drop of pussy juice rubbing against his cock as she shifted around made him harder, and the eagle found himself anticipating this jump more than he'd done with anything else in years.

"Ready?" Greta asked.

"As I'll ever be." He reached around her, his fingers rubbing against her breasts. The nipple piercings were almost as cold as the clit one, and he smiled as he tugged them, her moans in response making him harder, hornier, and even more eager for her.

They watched the ground pass by, and as soon as Ariel saw someplace that would work...they leaped.

Roaring, rushing air blew away all sound, even that of the plane above as it flew away from them. But sound didn't matter, not to the eagle. The same motion that had pushed them both out of the plane had also shoved his cock into the wolf's pussy, and that was all that he cared about. Warm, hot, wet, tight; words didn't describe it, not at this intensity, not when his body was already moving on autopilot.

She might have been moaning, but the eagle wouldn't have known. His breath was taken away by the fall and the feeling, and he rammed himself back and forth, the motion sending them into a tumble around and around. Sky and ground spun around them as he gripped her hips, his leverage on her his only way of moving around. She was so warm while the sky was so cold, and she clenched down on him so tight. He pulled her closer to him, the two of them rolling around as they fell faster, and faster.

He felt her grab hold of his hand, dragging one down to the piercing at her clit. Hooking a finger through it, he tugged it, and he felt her tighten up in response. Grinning, the eagle tugged on it every few seconds, feeling her get wetter, hotter, tighter every time he did it. It was like a toy string; tug it, and get a reaction. She loved it, he felt.

The ground was closer, thousands of feet closer. Fear, pleasure, fear, pleasure, adrenaline; all of it flooded his system, and somehow it made him hotter, hornier. He shrieked in pleasure as they fell, plummeting through the sky.

It didn't take long for her to cum. Her pussy clenched down on him as she howled, the first sound from her loud enough to not be carried away by the wind. She squirted, her pussy juices soaking his balls, and the sensation, her tightness, the closeness of the ground was enough to set him off. He came hard, so hard it almost hurt, and as he did, he pushed away.

They separated fast, and used the momentum to flip around so they could pull their chutes. Greta beat him to it, soaring over him for a second before his own chute caught the wind. The wrenching motion nicely yanked him out of his afterglow, and he blushed as he realized he was falling to the ground completely in the buff.

Still, with Greta smiling at him, he didn't mind so much. In fact...he kinda liked it.

One Year Later...

Ariel's business had taken off after the insurance company had replaced his plane. They hadn't bothered to look into the age of it, and since it had crashed into the gulf off of the coast, nobody really wanted to pay the expense to drag it up and see if the story of a malfunction really bore out. They paid for a brand new plane, complete with autopilot and various new features.

With the new ride, his business had boomed, enough for him to buy a new plane to go along with the first one, get a new pilot, and triple the amount of customers he could take up into the sky in a day. With the more 'relaxed' rules that he tried implementing, he even got more clients that were interested in 'special' dives. Those were off the books, of course - nobody wanted to have regulations officers looking at that - but they were some of his most profitable, and he even tried it with some of the customers, after Artie urged him to it.

It was amazing just how much things changed. Sure, there were still the headaches of managing the place, but it was no longer foundering and facing existential crises. Repairs needed doing, taxes filed, and Artie still needed to be watched - he'd recently graduated from flirting to groping, and while some clients liked it, others didn't - but overall, things were better.

And on the one year anniversary for his new plane, he had a special guest. A veteran diver, who wanted to take one of the new special dives from an even higher altitude. It was a special appointment, and he had already scheduled his back-up pilot to fly the plane back so he didn't have to crash this one.

Ariel walked out of the office, and there she was, already standing against the plane, her parachute all she bothered to wear. He smiled to himself, shaking his head, and hurried over, his pants already tenting in anticipation.

The End