It goes with the territory that on any given day a beautiful woman walks in the door at my work, but something about her is different, more deeply appealing. She isn't even the most obviously attractive of the women hanging around the place, but maybe that's just a mottled judgement or false comparison based on the fact that she isn't trying to be as eye--catching as the other girls in skin tight pants and nothing else but a bra. Rock climbing girls all seem to need to show off their trim figures in a way that leaves little to the imagination. Maybe that's why I was instantly drawn to her, her outfit gives you just enough of a glimpse at her tall, toned physique, and you want to know more -- like why she isn't flaunting it like everyone else.
Her shirt's a baggy long sleeve tee with four bold letters across it, and when she's cinched into her harness you can see it masks a petite waist. She isn't wearing any makeup and her hair is at bedhead level disheveled. I think that's her charm -- she just looks perfectly comfortable in her own skin. She's never climbed before coming here, I find out from my co-worker who checked her in, and she just passed her belay test yesterday. They obviously have an eye for her as well as Mike commented that she seemed a natural on the wall during her first few climbs.
"Her name's Wendy," he tells me.
I decide to make it my business to bump into her -- those four letters on her shirt will give me a reason to talk to her.
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It's only my second day climbing but I'm still so nervous as we drive up to the gym I think I might puke. It isn't the heights that scare me, it's the trust issues I have with the equipment. Something about being forty feet up and letting go and knowing the person who's your belay partner has total control of whether or not you plummet to the ground also doesn't sit well with me either. Especially not since my friend let me take a big drop on one of my first climbs. I'm trying to nip it in the bud and get back as soon as possible to get over the fear. So far it isn't working. As I make my way inside though, a pair of kind eyes catch mine.
He is terribly cute, I think. Someone I don't think I'd ever pick out as my type if you showed me a picture, but there's something in the way he moves. He seems self--possessed, laughing with a co-worker with such a generous smile -- it calms me down. The vibe of the workers here is so mellow you feel even more crazy for being nervous when they do this everyday, are well aware of the risks, and can still laugh like that. I stop seeing everything around me as impossibly terrifying and try to just breathe. Truthfully, I love climbing, there wasn't a tree in my neighborhood I hadn't scaled at least a hundred times when I was a kid -- sans ropes or any type of safety net, I remind myself - but ah, the ignorant bravery of youth. I've broken many bones since then.
Getting harnessed in my friend lets me climb first and I can't make it past halfway up the wall. What a bummer. I tell them I'd rather hang back and watch for a spell before trying again, so I find a spot to sit while they hook up with a new belay partner.
"Did you need someone to climb with today?"
I look up to see the cute man standing near, a mug casually in his hand, looking down at me. He's definitely shorter than me, probably younger than me, which would normally be a deal breaker, but he has a presence, and I'm drawn in.
"Oh, no, I'm all good, thanks. I'm here with a friend. I needed a breather."
"No worries. If you need a belay partner just come to the front desk and we'll put out an announcement for you."
"Thanks."
I try to think of something else to say, some stupid question to ask to draw out the conversation, but I come up short.
"So what do the letters stand for?"
He points when I give a confused look. Ah ha, I guess I'm not the only one interested.
"Oh, Moonlight Beach Beach Patrol. I guarded there years ago. It's a favorite shirt."
"Cool."
The silence gets awkward and he reminds me that if I need a climb partner to just let him know. He introduces himself as Morgan.
Welp, guess I made up his interest in my head. Second bummer of the day.
- - -
'Idddddddddiiiioootttttt. You total idiot,' I think to myself as I walk back to the front desk. Reminder to self -- actually talk to the girl you want to talk to. Though I have to rethink the term 'girl.' She has one thick streak of bright silver hair pulled back into her pony tail. Could be dyed as she looks too young to have grey hair, but something about how easy going she seems tells me it's probably her own. An older woman, I ponder, something about it gets my blood pumping just a bit faster. 'You're getting ahead of yourself you idiot. You can't even talk to her!'
She leaves the gym about an hour later and I can't help but stare at her legs as she goes. Just under that shirt that comes down a bit too long to show it off you can tell she has the most perfectly round ass -- her yoga pants give it away -- an ass I caught a glimpse of from across the gym when she did a climb after we talked. Mike gives me shit as he catches me watching her. I shrug it off.
- - -
Not gonna lie, after frustrating day number two of attempting to get over my trust issues with climbing, I'm in need of some tension release. I think about Morgan and figure we hit a quick dead end, but that doesn't mean I can't still have him, in my own little way. I pull the shower head down, set it to pulse, and think of how he must have very strong hands from being a climber. I think about him grabbing me and being in control. Of him giving me a firm slap on my ass as he trusts into me from behind. My mind elaborates and I cum so hard my knees go weak and I need to brace myself against the wall. Frustration dealt with. Sweet relief! Shame he wasn't here to share in it.
- - -
"Hey, welcome back."
"Thanks --" Wendy smiles and leans casually over the desk towards me and I again forget how to focus on conversation. She asks me something and I just stare blankly at her beautiful eyes. They're blue. No green. No blue. Wait, shit.
"I'm sorry, can you repeat that? It's been a busy, long day," I cover.
"I'm in need of a belay partner, I'm too nervous to have my friend be mine as they freaked me out the first day I gave this a try and I can't seem to get past it. Have anyone with, oh, two hundred years experience who's free?"
It's an opening, it's an opening, take it! Take it!
"If you can hang out for about twenty minutes I'll be off and I can be your partner. I only have one hundred and ninety eight years experience though. I hope that's ok." Cheesy joke, who cares! She's smiling again.
"Ok, I wanted to warm up anyway, I'll meet you on the north wall in twenty?"
She takes off and Mike playfully knocks his shoulder into mine.
"Smooth. But can you hold it together when you're watching that ass of hers climb above you. She'll notice your hard on when she checks your belay," he laughs. I just give a tight smile and tell him I'm cutting out early and go change -- and strategically pack my dick into my shorts in such a way that she won't see if I get aroused. The stupid things we have to do because of embarrassing boners at inopportune times.
"Ok, you're all set, your rope looks good," I tell her as I check the knot. The urge to caress her is real as I check to make sure her harness is snug above her hips and I remind myself that there is a hard line and it does not ever get crossed, no matter what, because that's inappropriate as hell -- but damnit do I want to know the curves of her body better.
Fuck, she's reaching to check my carabiner. For a moment I imagine her reaching further and I take a deep breath and look up at the wall to distract myself.
"Don't tell me you're nervous!" she laughs as she grabs to make sure the safety is locked.
"Never in my life."
"Share your secret?"
