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High Altitude

Dizzy Heights...

By Ava SheridonPublished 6 years ago 15 min read
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Tent: check. Bags packed: check. Stunning female companion: check. Today was going to be an immense day for John. Today he would be ambling towards the dizzy heights of Everest, his biggest challenge yet. Man he was looking forward to the view. By view, yes, he could mean the panoramic blue skies and landscape, but ultimately, it would be the vision of her, Catalina, fully kitted out in her mountain gear ready for the climb of her life; her long-awaited ascent to oblivion.

She was absolutely stunning and he’d noticed her immediately. They had met at a charity conference. As he presented his motivational speech on stage, he noticed her for the first time. She had long, wavy, dirty blonde hair, effortlessly draping down over her tiny frame and her fantastically pert breasts. In a blazing red skirt suit and heels which defied logic, she carried a look which completely contrasted with her innocent face and delicate features. For a second after spotting her in the crowd, he completely forgot what he was saying and, as her eyes bore into his with genuine interest, he had to mentally slap himself and try to ignore the rise that was quickly starting in his trousers.

As he tried to continue with his words of wisdom to a room of 500 delegates, his uncouth mind was determined to trip him up with the vilest thoughts of this woman.

“Ladies and gentleman, a few final words that you must take home with you today...” (I bet she has a really tight fucking arse), “Life is about choices, and that includes success.” (I’d love to get my head up inside that skirt and rim that tight arse hole), “You can choose to be successful or you can choose to let others run ahead of you,” (She needs to be split open and fucked sideways) “Thank you all for coming today and please remember to purchase one of my books that are on sale in the foyer before you leave, thank you.”

Afterwards, she approached him and he desperately tried to retain her eye contact while being all too aware of the huge angry hard erection which had no intention of dissipating any time soon. He was stood by the side of the stage drinking a cool bottle of complimentary hotel water as she strode across the room. Her efforts on those heels so well-established she looked as though she was gliding, hips swaying from side to side.

“Hi, I’m Catalina” the words purred out of her childlike mouth with a voice sounding so innocent, as if she’d never heard of carnal pleasures, let alone tried any. John could just see his spunk polluting her cherub lips and delicately pointed chin.

“Nice to meet you, Catalina. How did you find the speech?” replied John, aware that his own voice in contrast sounded gruff and heavy, like a real man, one who’s been talking for the last hour to 500 people, who should probably give up drinking and living excessively and who definitely lacked any hint of innocence about him.

As Catalina proceeded to tell John a little about herself, he tried desperately to pay attention and ignore the vision in his mind of ramming his tongue hard up her arsehole, in 69 position, her timid, naive, pretty little mouth licking his shaft nervously. She loved to mountain climb and did many climbs for charity. This surprised him as she looked so shy and petite. He imagined her tiny frame falling through the harness with him there to catch her perspiring, shaky body, adrenaline pumping, senses heightened. She looked even younger than her 22 years, he thought, she could easily pass for 18, maybe 17 even...Shit he was feeling hot and hoped she wouldn’t notice him gyrating his hips slightly in a manic attempt to rearrange his misbehaving king dong into a more suitable position. The way it felt right now, pressing hard against the zip of his trousers, was making him wince, yet at the same time arousing him all the more. As much as he was enjoying talking to her, he couldn’t help feel a surging urge to rush away to the nearest toilet and take up some serious onanism. “Maybe you could join us on a climb sometime...” Bang, there it was. The famous last words from her mouth which made him feel as though he might spurt there and then. The sheer thought of camping mountainside with this little beauty was too enticing to bear. As he’d agreed to stay in touch, and think about her offer (hey mother fucker, don’t look too keen) they exchanged numbers.

So, here they were now, and it was the day of the climb and six weeks had passed. The two had not seen each other in those weeks, but kept in touch by text message. They hadn’t even spoken verbally, but judging by the filthy transcripts appearing on each of their mobile screens, it was fair to assume that they had gotten to know each other enough to form a mutual appreciation. She learned of his fetish for arseholes and obsession with eating pussy. He discovered she liked asphyxiation.

Arriving at the mountain, they greeted each other coyly, with images running through their minds that only the two of them shared among a sea of eager, oblivious climbing buddies.

They were now stood at the foot of the mountain, preparing themselves and checking their equipment, standing side by side overwhelmed both by the adrenaline pumping through their veins in anticipation of the ascent, also accompanied by the extreme case of horn.

Watching her climb into her Black Diamond Primrose harness, he felt his schlong becoming angry and hard. As she stepped into it slowly, one leg at a time and then pulled it up tight across the tops of her thighs, he watched the fabric of her trousers stretch across her butt cheeks and wished it would rip just slightly. She cheekily glanced across her shoulder towards his direction, winking at him as she pulled the straps deliberately tighter.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of her as she chalked her hands and checked her belays and ropes were good to go. The first step she took was a long stride up and he knew she had stretched her right leg out high deliberately to give him full view of her tight rear. As she took a few more steps up, using all the grip in her chalked up fingers to cling to the crevices in the mountainside surface, he quickly forgot the rest of the climbing team and imagined just him and her, hot, breathless, and with those strong fingers of hers working magic in crevices of a different kind. As she climbed higher still, she burned deep in her panties with lust, aware of his stare and forgetting to breathe, making her ascent into thinner air even more difficult. As tensions built between them, unbeknownst to the world around them, she climbed higher still, uncomfortably dry in her hands from the chalk, yet drowning in her harness in the well of her tumescent pussy.

Time passed and when the climb was finished for the day, he watched every single slight movement as she slowly descended the mountain into fuller view, putting on a private show no one else was aware of, purposefully swaying her arse suggestively with exquisite subtlety only he would notice. As the team gathered together to unfold and peg up tents, talk about the wonderful challenge they had just achieved and plan the evening ahead, he could think only of getting her alone and giving it to her hard. They made polite chit chat for what seemed an eternity, his trouser snake refusing to let up and back down until he got his feed. She helped collect wood for the fire and when she arrived back with the group she finally announced she was retiring to her tent for a much deserved rest and a change of clothes. Although looking sweaty and dishevelled, she couldn’t look sexier if she tried. A far cry from the smart professional he had first fixated his eyes on, yet the free spirited lack of care in her appearance right now just made her more attractive. She looked confident, sexy, extremely brave, and equally as sweaty. He could smell her warmth which made him feel as though he were sniffing her out like a dog on heat. He glanced tacitly as she strolled away, waiting for her to look back. She did not, but she stopped for a second in her tracks and that was enough of a sign to let him know she wanted to be followed. Engaging in further cute anecdotes with the other team members for a few minutes, John waited for his opportunity to slip away unnoticed.

She heard her tent zip slowly whir open. There were people all around and they would be frowned upon for being together, but she felt the drive towards him as much as he did her. She also felt completely deluded and nauseous from the surrounding high mountain air, which made her feel both sick and turned on from the shortness in her breath. She couldn’t help but fear she might pass out if their pleasures about to be shared were to be engaged in for a long period of time. She was sat in just a small pair of briefs, having been in the process of changing when he walked in. Her body was utter perfection, silky white canvas of small waist, fantastic curves, long legs, and the most beautiful breasts. Cherry pink nipples that were hard from hitting the cool air. The tent smelt of her. The musky smell of deodorant well suffocated under the sweet aroma of her skin following her strenuous climb. Her harness was strewn on the floor, along with her head torch, belays, and chalk bag at the side of her, remains of chalk smudges still visible on her fingers, and she must have touched the tops of her thighs and higher because there were dusty white prints of evidence there too.

He leaned in and took a deep breath in. The thick scent of her body he found intoxicating and he needed to touch her so badly. They locked eyes but said nothing. They moved towards each other in silence, not wanting to be disturbed from the other side of the thin material barrier separating them from the rest of the team. They took comfort in realising it was dusk outside, so their shadows would not be recognised, plus they could hear laughing, singing, and joking, so it was safe to assume that the climbing gang were keeping themselves occupied. As she drew close, he lifted her left arm and slowly licked the inside of her armpit with the flat of his tongue, inhaling deeper the smell of her as he went. Her left tit, although ripe and firm as a teenager’s already, lifted higher with her arm and he run his tongue down the underside of it, letting her nipple fall onto his face. He raised his head slightly and took the whole of her nipple and surrounding target into his mouth as she gasped. She wasted no time showing that she was aroused and as he sucked harder he could hear the sloshing noise of her inserting fingers into her sticky moist cunt lips. He loosened his grip of her areola just enough for her to rub her juices in a circle around her nipple and he latched on again hungrily, enjoying the taste of her inner jewels. She leaned in close to his ear and whispered “my arse is yours,” and, smiling with a dirty flash in her eyes, she laid down on her back, the cold material against her back making her shudder with shock and anticipation of pleasure.

The intermittent rustling of leaves and whistles through the mountain air provided an edge of anxiety as the couple were so close to the rest of the group, with only the thinnest of material dividing them and their partaking of pleasure from what would be a shocked audience.

She had made herself deliciously wet and his fingers slid inside her with ease. Kneeling between her wide spread legs, he pumped his two fingers hard into her throbbing cooch. Leaning forward, he spat onto her recently fully shaved mound and rubbed all around the outside of her clit with his pussy juice-stained fingers. She let out a moan, so he jabbed his hand across her mouth to silence her. With his hand still over her mouth, he leaned even closer to her pussy and buried his whole tongue deep inside her sopping lips, lapping furiously at her sticky potion. Running his fingers down towards her arsehole he could barely contain his angry cock in his pants, feeling it desperate to get out and invade the glory hole he’d been waiting to attack for so long. Spitting again all over her pussy he let the globules of hot saliva run down over her pussy lips and towards her tight backhole. He let his tongue follow where he’d spat, and with a groan of his own, started to rub the rim of her delicious hole like he’d never eaten before. She yelped as he devoured further and further into her arse, maintaining a heavy, hard probing action into her cunt with his fingers. He reduced his speed a little when he felt the start of her climax approaching, bringing her to the brink with force and quicker motions, then lowering her back again, over and over.

As the giggling from the group intensified, it served to increase the paranoia that John and Catalina might well be being listened to. The anxiety of this combined with the effects of the altitude was causing Catalina’s heart to race uncontrollably.

Her heart had began to race so much she began to wheeze, scared she may faint, yet elated with the surge of pleasure rushing through her. Pulling herself away from his grasp quickly, she motioned him to lie down on his back. She manoeuvred on top of him into a sixty-nine pose, then lowered her arse cheeks heavily onto his face, where he continued to delve deep with his tongue. Reaching around with both hands, he squeezed her thighs and roughly rubbed all the way to the top before grappling at her cunt lips and pulling them wide apart, rubbing at her clit vigorously with his thumb. She begged him to stick fingers in her and, as he did, she began to shake uncontrollably. She wasn’t going to let him slow down this time and she grabbed his wrist and pulled on it hard, closer into her desperate, bald, shiny, wet cooch. With shortness of breath, she felt as though she might have a full body seizure as her orgasm came thick and hard, possessing her entire body. The tent felt as though it was spinning around her and she was so dizzy she saw black dots bouncing around in front of her eyes. She felt mightily sick, but the intensity of her squirting orgasm was filling her with such euphoria she wasn’t sure whether to smile or cry. She wanted to be able to breath properly, take some hard deep lugs of oxygenated goodness, but she knew he had not finished with her yet and after her own experience, she felt it only fair to return the favour.

Being careful not to cause too much movement inside their confined space which might alert suspicion, Catalina raised her body high and stretched in an attempt to widen up her lungs to receive as much air as she could.

She mustered enough energy to recover herself and regain sight enough to lower her face down low towards his aggressively hard cock. It looked strong, thick, and ready to take her mouth. She wrapped her wet fingers around his shaft and delicately glided her hand down his entire length, revealing his large, shiny head. She delivered butterfly licks, light and quick, across the tip with the point of her tongue and smiled as he flinched under her power. She took the whole of his length far, far down into her mouth, and felt every vein and ridge with the flat of her tongue as she pulled up. As she gently reached to play for his balls, he could not resist the urge to start thrusting up towards her mouth, desperate to get deep, aching for her to tighten her lips and suck harder. She pulled her head away higher with every thrust and giggled, driving him crazy. With her arse still hovering over his face he slapped her hard on her right cheek with the palm of his hand, making her squeal just a little too loud. Grabbing her by the waist, he pulled her to his side then lifted himself up. Before she could protest, he had worked so quickly with uncontrollable lust to get her on all fours. She was unsure how he had done it, but felt unable to argue, ready to give in and take the full force of his angry erection. Moving behind her at speed, he slapped his hands down hard on both her butt cheeks and pulled her back towards his stick. Clumsily, he reached around her waist with his left hand and pushed all of his fingers into her cunt, covering them in gushing juices, then rubbing them around her tight backhole. Inch by inch, he entered his angry fuckstick into her tight arse and heard her fucking herself with her own hand, starting to wheeze again from the excitement and lack of air. Pushing her to the ground with his full weight on top of her, he started to really give it to her, and he could feel that she was pushing back, fingers in her pussy, grinding her clit against the palm of her hand while letting him fill her backhole completely with his mighty rock hard cock. As he started to feel her tremble underneath him, he reached his hand around her throat and got a real hard grip, closing tighter until her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she convulsed with hardcore extreme pleasure that can only be achieved from losing breath and coming at the same time. Feeling her body lose control beneath him made him lose it completely, no longer wishing to hold on. He got rough with her, pumping harder with all his weight until he felt his cock explode from the depth of his full balls, shooting hard and hot into her arse with vengeance and a loud angry groan. Exhausted, he pulled out slowly and carefully to admire his hefty deposit oozing from her hole and down the tops of her thighs. Both John and Catalina laid back, trembling and smiling with massive relief that they had finally started to fulfill their needs with each other.

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Ava Sheridon

Professional Dominatrix in the south east. Writer of real life and erotic fiction.

Passionate about food, ethical living, zero waste, mental health, helping others, singing, reading, running, music, alternative therapies, crystal healing.

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