Adrenaline Junkies Instructor

I sat in my car, hands sweating and heart racing. "You love this. It's just first-jump jitters..." I reassured myself I was ready for my second day of skydiving. I glanced out the windshield and saw him pulling into the parking lot. Andy was an instructor and had gone through my first jumps with me yesterday along with another instructor. Today, however, was my first jump alone with Andy.

Oh, fuck ME, there he is...

Standing just under six feet, Andy was the sexiest man I'd seen on the drop zone. He was older than me, at least 50, with a long ponytail landing in the middle of his back and the sun's freckles tattooed high on his cheekbones accentuating intense green eyes. I spent most of the evening before in bed, remembering how those eyes made me shiver when I asked him to adjust the straps on my harness.

Within a few hours I was geared up waiting for the first plane. "Gear check," Andy walked up, slipping his hands into each of my straps and tugging them to confirm. "Those leg straps are tighter than they need to be. Here, feel mine." He offered his right leg forward.

I flushed as I reached and slipped my hand under the strap hugging the inside of his thigh. "That's not very tight."

"Doesn't need to be. You're probably going to bruise."

I swallowed hard and leaned on the courage from my steadily increasing adrenaline as I heard the plane approaching "but what if I like things really... fucking... tight."

Andy raised a pleasantly surprised eyebrow and hesitated to respond. He opened his mouth, but I smiled deviously, turned on my heels, and marched toward the plane before he could speak.

Let that linger a while.

By the end of the day, I had done three jumps with Andy. There was something so sexy about a man all strapped into a skydiving rig. As I kicked off my shoes to change out of my jumpsuit, Andy walked into the room.

"Great job today. You did really well with stability, but I think we can work on your exit count." He nonchalantly unbuckled and slid off his loose-fitting skydiving pants as I slipped out of the jumpsuit.

"Oh, thanks. That moment at the door is still getting to me." I tried to be discreet, but I surveyed the bulge in his snug black boxer briefs.

Oh fuck, look at THAT!

"You'll get used to it. Some of the other planes have more space at the door. That'll help." He sat down in his chair for a moment scrolling through emails on his phone. "AARP. Can you believe this shit? I'm barely sixty!"

"I haven't seen any of the other planes here yet. Wait... You're sixty?!" I was surprised. His body was incredible, with arms and shoulders more impressive than most of the 20-something's that wandered around here. I had never been so attracted to someone so much older than me.

I wonder if I'm too young for him...

"Turned sixty this month." He set his phone down. "Nobody showed you the hangar yet? Let me get dressed and I'll take you over. Everything's done for the day, so it's a good time. We won't bother anyone."

As his voice paused, I realized he had caught my eyes still glued to his package.

Oh my god he saw me looking. He knows for sure

. We made eye contact as my ears and chest flushed red and he grinned. He continued with his smile intact. I folded the jumpsuit and sat in a nearby chair facing him. I was realizing that all the other instructors had left but he already knew that.

He pulled his long sleeve shirt off over his head. It felt purposefully slow, and I felt the heat building between my legs.

Is he putting on a little show? For me?

He turned away and I analyzed his back and shoulder muscles. His long hair hanging down between his bare tanned shoulder blades was more than I could handle, and I sighed loudly as I felt the wetness start to soak through my thong panties.

What happens if he notices my leggings are wet?!

Andy turned back to face me as he unfolded his t-shirt and reached his arms out to put it on. I inspected his tattooed biceps and forearms until he lifted them to reveal his perfectly shaped pecs and tight abdomen.

How on Earth could he be sixty?!

I adjusted myself in my seat, selfishly rubbing my clit against the seam of my tight leggings as I consumed his sculpted skydiver body.

"You still want to see the planes, tiger?" The cocky smile and sharp eyes snapped me back into the moment.

He knows. He DEFINITELY knows.

As he pushed open the hangar door and stepped inside, I wondered where he got the key. He slid the huge metal door closed behind us and walked a few feet to switch on a set of shop lights hanging over a carpeted area with chairs and tables.

"That is a Cessna 182 and that's a PAC 750. We don't fly the 182, it's too small. The PAC is smaller than what we took today. That one's parked outside." He motioned toward the two planes.

"Can I get closer? I've never seen planes up close like this." I walked toward them, out of the glow of the shop lights and into the shadows. A small pair of metal stairs sat in front of the slide-up door of the PAC.

Andy walked up and lifted the door. "I don't know what asshole left these stairs out. There's no light in there but sure, take a look."

I climbed the stairs and sat in the open door of the plane, turning to face Andy standing on the floor of the hangar. I looked toward the cockpit, "This is pretty cool," then turned back toward him, leaning back on my wrists.

"We take good care of these. I've been jumping them a long time." Andy stepped one foot up onto the stairs, leaning on his knee toward me and looked up toward the nose of the plane.

I stared at him, appreciating the strong shadows cast by the bright distant lights across the hangar.

I don't give a fuck how old he is.

The shadows complimented his shoulders, arms, and jawline. "How long?" I asked.

"As long as you've been alive, I bet." He turned his head back to me and I watched his eyes move over my breasts, hips, and the wet spot between my legs.

"Bet?" I breathed in and bit my lip, wriggling side to side to feel that same pressure on my clit from the seam of my leggings.

Andy took another step up and placed one hand inside the doorway of the plane, leaning over me and sighing. "You're young, little lady."

I could smell his faint animal musk in the cool humid air. "Too young for you?" I toyed. I certainly didn't feel too young at twenty-eight but my small firm breasts, narrow waist, and small stature certainly gave the illusion I was.

"Depends. Am I too old for you?" He brought a second hand forward and was now pinning me on my back into the doorway of the plane. My soaked panties stuck to my skin. My heart raced.

"Not at all." I whispered, as I eased forward to bring my lips toward him, he grabbed me by the neck and pushed me back down onto the floor. I was startled.

Holy fuck.

He brought both knees to the doorway and pushed my body back into the plane until I laid flat on my back, crawling over me and pinning my wrists down.

"So fucking young... and tight, I bet. I'm going to wreck you." He bit my neck hard and released then lifted my shirt over my bra and roughly squeezed my breast.

This old guy FUCKS!

My pussy ached and throbbed, as Andy tore off my leggings and panties, tossing them out the door of the plane and onto the floor of the hangar. He scooped his hands underneath my ass and lifted me to his mouth like a butter-soaked oyster in its half-shell. "You're a fucking mess, girl." He licked the length of my slit and slurped my juices, nibbling at my restless clit. I whimpered and yelped as he transitioned from gentle to aggressive and nipped at my chubby outer labia. I looked down and watched his eyes flashing up at me as he devoured my pussy. As his hair fell forward, I reached out to grab the long ponytail and tugged on it, pulling his face deeper between my legs.

Fucking eat me.

The more Andy indulged, the more I dripped, and the faster he tried to lick it all up. He savored me. I was euphoric.

"When is my turn?" I asked, panting.

Andy eased my ass back down to the floor of the PAC and sat up on his knees, unbuttoning his shorts. "Right fucking now."

I sat up eagerly, my feet hanging just outside the doorway of the plane while he knelt directly in front of me. Andy unzipped his shorts and slipped them down with his boxer briefs in one motion, his showpiece cock springing out with enthusiasm.

Of course he's got a fucking hog. What kind of skydiver has a small penis?

My eyes opened wide and my mouth fell open, excited to taste him. He was wet too. "Mmm..." I uttered as I reached out to grip his thick fuck trophy.

"Oh fuck yeah." He responded and grabbed the back of my head, forcing all his manhood into my mouth. My reflex brought me to tears, but I was pleased to see Andy's eyes closed, mouth open, and head tilted back as the head of his stiff cock pressed deeper into the back of my throat. I could taste his precum and imagine how he'd feel in my pussy with all his inches buried in my face.

He really could wreck me

. He gripped the sides of my head and face fucked me while I did my best to dance my tongue back and forth, catching every bit of fluid he could deposit on my lips. When he grew tired of doing the work, I reached up with my right hand, squeezing his balls tight with my left hand and occasionally stroking the inside of his thigh.

"Tell me what you want." I implored as I twisted my hand around his cock, following my lips and swallowing all the excess so as not to leave evidence in the plane.

"That tight little cunt," he groaned after a few moments of letting me play with him and pushed me back off him. "Get in." He motioned me inside the plane, crawling in behind me, and bent me over the bench seat not far from the door. Andy gripped my thighs and yanked them back toward his, slipping his sizable piece into my greedy wet snatch. "FUCK!" he gasped as he maxed out on my depth.

"Ohhh! Fuck, Andy!" I yelped as he slammed into my cervix and set me on fire. A wave of tingles and heat surged through my body, but he'd barely begun.

How many am I going to have? How many can I handle?!

Andy bulldozed my pussy like a true animal. His balls slapped the backs of my thighs as my juices ran down both our legs. Forgetting the echo in the hangar, I cried out his name and he growled a laugh in response.

I don't give a fuck if someone hears

. He wrapped his hand around my own ponytail and ripped back on it, pulling my body back toward him. He sunk his teeth into the back of my shoulder and after letting go of my hair, jerked my sports bra up above my breasts and pinched both nipples hard, cupping each breast with the rest of his fingers. The satisfying pain felt brought a new level of intensity.

As my legs weakened, they separated, and he felt me start to collapse. Wordlessly, he slid out of me and rolled me over, scooting me back along the bench until my entrance was just at the edge of the seat, perfectly aligned with his soaking wet cock.

"I wanna watch." I looked forward and watched him stroking himself and looking me over.

I could watch this all day. Play with that fat dick and let me watch.

"I bet you do." He replied, slapping his cock against my pulsing hot pussy lips. He continued to play with himself, stroking his gorgeous length, slapping my pussy, and rubbing the head of his perfect pink prick all over my lips, playing in my continuous trickle of juices. "I'm gonna dump this clip inside you." He looked into my eyes and spit on my pussy, slapping himself against me once more.

I wanna feel this fucking animal cum inside me!

"I wanna feel it" was all Andy needed to dive his throbbing thick cock back inside me and ram me hard. I had tried to keep from making a mess, but I knew our combined fluids were now dripping down the bench seat and pooling in the floor of the plane.

Will anybody know next time they're sitting here?

I reached forward pushing Andy's shirt up and he understood the request to remove it. I pawed at his chest, scraping my nails over him leaving pink streaks across his skin. "Fuck me, Andy! Fuck me, Andy!" I called out in the rhythm of his pounding cock.

His cocky smile returned and combined with his powerful thrusts; the very look sent me over the edge again. Each of my orgasms tightened my muscles around his precious cock and I did my best to squeeze him harder with each thrust.

"How the FUCK do you DO that!" He breathed as he reached his limit. "Fuuuck!" He drew out in a long moan as he pushed as deep as I could handle, filling me with jets of his hot cum until it leaked back out of me. He sighed, "Fuck yea." and leaned back onto his heels.

I sat forward and watched his glistening wet cock, still hard, hanging from his picturesque body in the rear of the plane I intended to jump out of in the coming days.

Could there be a more thrilling kink than this?

"Don't you fucking waste that." He nodded at the trickle of cum dripping out of my sore pussy. I swept it up with my fingertips and hungrily slurped it into my mouth. I wanted more of his taste. I started to reach back for another swipe but he leaned forward onto all fours and licked up the second trickle with a long scooping lick and transferred it to my mouth. Passing his own cum to my lips directly from where he deposited it.

I hadn't felt his tongue before. The feeling of his mouth on mine had me spiraling and longing for more of him.

"We had better get going before someone notices." He said, reaching for the shirt he tossed toward the rear of the plane.

"Yeah, probably." I spoke softly.

I need more of him, that was just a taste...

When we returned to the main building to grab our things, I quickly scribbled my address on a post-it. Folding the paper in half and sliding it into his front pocket, I stood on my toes to bite his lower lip. "I'd like to see you try harder to wreck me next time."