-- Prologue --
In the previous chapters, Dave, a lonely outdoorsman with a bungee jumping business (Exhale Adventure Sports) in New Zealand, got acquainted with Chelsea, a stunning-looking customer who had been left stranded by her friend. Dave realized Chelsea was incredibly naive and groped and fingered her until they both orgasmed (twice), telling her that he was just 'relaxing' her before the jump.
Though Chelsea had also quite enjoyed the experience, the two didn't have sex yet. This story restarts after Dave helped Chelsea make the bungee jump and finishes packing up his gear in the shed (sorry, I didn't really feel like writing that boring part of the story!).
-- To Date or Not to Date --
As the sun dipped below the hills surrounding them, Dave finished packing up all the bungee gear and locked the storage room after switching off the fluorescent lamp. Chelsea was checking mail and updating her Facebook profile in the waiting room of the shed.
Dave was a 30-year old outdoorsman who had a successful bungee jumping business. Chelsea was a 25-year-old American with straight jet-black hair trimmed down to her long neck. Her cute face was bejeweled with dimples and thin maroon-painted lips. She had light brown eyes with dark pupils and 38D boobs. Today, these perfect white globes were squeezed into a black push-up bra and covered with a loose sleeveless white shirt that reached her navel. A tan-colored pair of shorts matched her tan-colored hat which sat on the desk.
Dave had promised Chelsea he would drive her to her hotel in town after the bungee jump. This wasn't part of the service; Chelsea's male friend had to split earlier in the evening because of unforeseen reasons. Chelsea was going to cancel the jump to join him, but Dave had suggested Chelsea hang around. She looked up from the computer screen as the back door of the shed opened. Dave had changed from his black T-shirt that had his business logo into a pleasant light-blue shirt that matched his eyes. His jeans looked the same as earlier in the evening.
Dave walked up to the desk where Chelsea was sitting, opened a drawer and, lifting his truck's keys said, "Ready to go?"
"You should see this before we leave," Chelsea said, pointing to the screen.
Dave bent down and saw Chelsea's Facebook page. She had minced no words in advertising Exhale Adventure Sports, encouraging all her friends to check it out. "It's the most excitement I've had in quite some time," it read. Dave was pleased about the free advertising he was getting, but his mind remained fixated on a secret hope that Chelsea's 'exciting time' was the 90 minutes before the jump!
He managed to mumble "Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it." He continued, "I'm famished. You must be hungry, too. How about having dinner together before I drop you off?"
"Oh! That sounds wonderful. You're right, I'd love something to eat. But I think I should check on Heston first, if you don't mind."
Of course he minded. Checking on Heston would lead to inviting him to dinner. He certainly didn't want that. Of course, he couldn't say so. Still, he could avoid actually going to the hotel, reducing the chances of Heston joining the duo. "Of course. You can use my cellphone when we get near the town. You remember his number?"
"No. It's on my phone, which is with Heston."
Dave was prepared. He looked up their booking details and pulled out two numbers. "Which one's yours? The other has to be Heston's. I'll enter it into my phone."
They powered down the computer, switched off the lights, closed up the shed and walked to Dave's truck. As they walked out, Chelsea hurried to take Dave's elbow into her hand, which he readily accepted. He decided to go along with the formal nature of the situation and even opened the truck's door for her. They made small talk while driving to town and Dave learnt that Chelsea was some kind of a fashion model back in America. The road was clear most of the way and the bright yellow headlights illuminated a thick cover of trees on both sides until they were at the bottom of the hill.
All the while, Dave would steal glances at Chelsea's sideboob peeking out from the large armhole in her shirt, or her cleavage smiling through the two open buttons. Apparently he hadn't had enough of her and his dick signaled to him that it was ready to go again! He tried to keep his mind on the road as much as he could and soon they were on the outskirts of the town, but it was especially difficult when Chelsea would run her hand through her hair.
The first few sparsely spaced buildings were the only sign of life they had seen in several hours. Soon, the roads became slightly narrower and steady yellow, white and neon lights through windows of many shops and homes appeared into view. Chelsea dialed Heston and spoke into the phone. Dave wasn't really listening; his mind was conjuring up prayers and images of every deity he had ever heard of, pleading to them to have Heston held up with something.
A couple of minutes later Chelsea announced, "Heston's fine. Just like you said, he showed his license to the cops and they left him at the hotel. We will get a replacement for the rented car only in the morning, though, so he's stuck there. I thought we could pick him up for dinner -" Dave cringed "- but he's already eaten and is trying to pick up a cute bartender at the hotel bar. I don't think he wants to be disturbed," she smirked with a wink.
Dave couldn't control his smile. As he released air from his lungs, he realized he'd been holding his breath throughout the conversation. Another reason for smiling was a sort of sadistic pleasure he derived from Heston's plight -- he knew Heston would get nowhere with the bartender because hotel staff weren't allowed to fraternize with guests. Of course, they could turn up the charm to sell more drinks and food, but were strictly forbidden from taking it further. For some inexplicable, this made Dave happy, as though it were vengeance for the potential damage Heston could have done as a third wheel at dinner.
