D.Z.W. (Drop Zone Whore)
I highly recommend both of the activities depicted herein, sex and jumping. And before you ask, yes I am a tandem master (1400+ jumps)… A skydiving sex story.
“Looks like we may have a new DZW.” My ears perked up.
“What’s the difference between a DZO and a DZW?” Of course, the inevitable joke was to follow. Somebody took the bait.
“I don’t know, what?”
“Nothing. They both get fucked by a bunch of skydivers.”
I chuckled along with the guys, not so much at the joke (which I had heard before), but because at that moment both the DZO (Drop Zone Operator) and the woman the fellows were referring to as the new DZW (Drop Zone Whore) walked by. We were laughing all the harder because we figured they had no idea what we were laughing about. If they did, they would probably be terribly offended. Which made it all that much funnier.
The DZO, Mike, continued on his way. I think he might have heard the joke, but he was clearly pissed off about something – most likely some farmer was complaining about the ripcord he found in his fields, the crazy woman up the road from the airport thought we drove too fast, the packers were smoking cigarettes instead of packing parachutes, or something like that. To Mike, it’s the same old shit that he’s been dealing with for fifteen years. To us, it was another punch line.
As we watched him storm off down the road, I took a moment to check out the two women standing next to me. They had wandered up to try and share in whatever it was that had everyone nearly wetting their pants. I could immediately tell which one had been labeled DZW; she was waving her rather ample chest around, providing a not-so-subtle incentive for someone to tell another joke.
The laughter dies and we all shuffle our feet, trying not to stare at her assets as our collective minds race for something funny to say. Blonde hair, daisy duke shorts, and a white tank top with nipples protruding from the thin fabric – this vixen’s appearance definitely seemed to support the general consensus that “fuck a skydiver” was on her to-do list for today.
I had been silent up until this point, but in lieu of the drool pooling at the other guys’ feet, I decided it might be an opportune time to introduce myself. The blonde was named Heidi, she introduced her companion as Vickie and stretched out her hand. I shook it politely. The others in the group suddenly found their voices. As they introduced themselves and vied for a handshake, I took a moment to check out Vickie.
I hadn’t really noticed her that much when she had first walked up; I was probably put off by the facial expression that alternately said “bored” and “pissed off.” Vickie contrasted sharply to Heidi, with short brown hair and baggy clothes that hid what was also probably a very nice body. She had a striking face, however, with perfectly shaped lips, white teeth, and brilliant green eyes that peeked out from behind her bangs. This all gave her more of a “cute” look, which to tell you the truth probably did more for me than her friend’s sultry appearance.
I asked if they had been out to the drop zone before, they answered “no,” that they were out to do their first tandem. Heidi asked if I were a tandem instructor. I was; this was my first day back after a few weeks in Mexico,
where I had been jumping onto the beach with a bunch of folks from Skydive Arizona. Telling her this seemed to pique Heidi’s interest, and she came onto me even stronger than before. She sat down next to me and said she wanted to hear all about it.
A couple of the guys wandered off to do other things, probably realizing that they had just blown their chance with her by standing around with their mouths agape instead of making conversation. My friend James, who had also been in Mexico with me, tried to outdo each story I told, exaggerating the events and trying to tell the choice tales before I could get to them. Nobody was paying him any attention, though, and he soon wandered away as well.
Despite the fact that we were now the only ones at the picnic table, Heidi sat close next to me, with our arms brushing up against each other. Vickie stood off to the side and back a few steps. She was trying to act like she wasn’t paying attention to us, looking up at the parachutes as they landed. I was somewhat distracted by her; not so much because I wanted to chase after her (I was quite pleased with what was currently sitting next to
me), but because I was curious as to what her deal was. She definitely seemed to be irritated about something, but if it was jealously I couldn’t figure out why she didn’t just go after one of the other tandem masters.
There were legions of strong, well-tanned men standing around ready to reciprocate anything that might vaguely be considered flirting.
Heidi and I talked for a few minutes, then someone walked up and informed us that we were both on the next load and it was time to get ready. I figured this was where we were going to part. Despite the fact that I’m a tandem instructor and Heidi was a tandem student, it never entered my mind that we would be paired up. My luck always seems to dictate that I get the two hundred pound guy who kicks and screams the entire way down.
So it was to my amazement that I looked on the manifest board and found that she was, indeed, going to be my passenger. The girl at the desk told me that Heidi had already been trained and offered to help get her geared up. I watched with a twinge of remorse as Heidi’s shapely legs were covered by the baggy red jumpsuit.
Since Heidi was going to do a tandem jump, the manifest girl next helped her into the harness. Your typical tandem harness looks like a medieval torture device; it’s a strange collection of buckles and webbing that attaches the passenger to the parachute the tandem master wears, which is designed to carry two people. Tandem jumping allows people to go out and experience freefall without a whole lot of training – you watch a 20-minute video and then get strapped to the front of a seasoned instructor, who is responsible for minor details like pulling the ripcord.
I made idle chitchat with Heidi as she was being geared up. One of the packers wandered into the room about this time, and unceremoniously dropped at my feet the parachute rig we were to jump. I did my usual abbreviated gear check, more for my passenger’s comfort than my own. The rig had been jumped earlier in the day, and despite the fact that the guy who had packed it was clearly suffering from a massive hangover, everyone involved had been through this whole process thousands of times before.
The Federal Air Regulations are actually pretty lax about who can pack the main parachute. After all, you have a second parachute (the reserve) that must be repacked every 120 days by an FAA licensed rigger, whether used or not. Technically, the person packing the main also has to be under the “supervision” of an FAA rigger, but most drop zones interpret this rule as meaning that there must be a rigger within one of the neighboring states. Most jumpers don’t care either, as it is very little you can do to a parachute to make it not open. It’s very likely going to come out and start flying – if nothing happens, or if you look up and have a big ball of shit over your head, you pull a handle to release it (“cutaway” in skydiving parlance) and then pull another handle to deploy the reserve.
I wasn’t thinking about any of this as I strapped on my rig and then double-checked the adjustments on the harness Heidi was wearing. Despite my attempts at the professionalism, I could tell she found the situation arousing. She continued to flirt with me, wiggling all the right body parts as I tugged on the various straps to make sure everything was secure. I’m sure she knew what she was doing to me, and oh how I wanted to reciprocate, but I wasn’t about to get in trouble for making inappropriate advances to her in the middle of the hangar. I generally try to be much more subtle than that.
Heidi, on the other hand, felt no such need for subtlety. “I bet you could find other uses for this thing than skydiving,” she said to me with a giggle as I adjusted her leg straps. Her remarks, of course, were the last thing I needed while trying to maintain my composure – I was immediately struck by a mental image of her perfect form, suspended just slightly off the ground with her muscular legs spread apart and her large breasts jutting from between the straps. Her attire hadn’t left a whole lot to the imagination, but it did leave me wondering if she merely trimmed her pussy hair or had shaved it off completely. Trying not to be too obvious about it, I adjusted the hardon that was forming in my pants and grabbed my goggles and altimeter.
As we walked out to the airplane another tandem master nudged me in the ribs, nodding in her direction. If Heidi had noticed the gesture, she didn’t let on. I think she was having enough fun toying with me as it was. Vickie was also on her way to the airplane, with her instructor, a young kid named Rick who had just gotten his tandem rating a few months ago. She was keeping a watchful eye on Heidi; she had that dour look again and I still couldn’t figure out what it meant.
When we got out to the waiting airplane, I reviewed with Heidi how we were going to exit the aircraft and went through the general sequence of events. We then started up the ladder into an airplane, Heidi directly in front of me. I couldn’t help but keep my eyes on her tight ass as we climbed in, imagining my hands reaching up to cup the firm globes that were hidden beneath her jumpsuit and tightly encased in the leg straps of her harness. The ladder is only about four or five steps, but Heidi was seeming to have a hard time with it, and at one point she fell back onto me, sending the object of my lecherous looks into my crotch as I caught her. She gave me a little wiggle and a mischievous smile as I helped her up and through the door.
We buckled into the airplane with the other passengers and were soon underway. A cheer erupted as the aircraft left the ground, then one of the instructors began joking with his student. “Hmmm… I wonder if I remembered to take my medication this morning,” he shouted and waved his arms wildly. His student just rolled her eyes at his obvious attempt to lessen the nervous excitement all of the first-time jumpers were experiencing.
Heidi is quiet through all this. I am sitting behind her on the bench that runs down the center of the plane, and she is leaning back against me. I stare out the window and she leans her head back onto my shoulder. I look down at her, wondering if she was trying to ask me something, but she just smiles.
A short while later we’re at fourteen thousand feet, hooked up together and hanging out of the door. I give the count, “Ready… set… GO!” and we fall away from the airplane. Heidi does as she’s been told and we have a nice, stable, exit. It’s a beautiful spring day and we can see for a hundred miles. The feeling is exhilarating as the air rushes past us at 120 miles per hour. We’re freefalling.
I check in with Heidi and note that she is clearly enjoying herself. We do a slow 360-degree turn in order to take in the scenery. The green midwestern farmland stretches out in every direction, as far as the eye can see. An occasional stream or man-made lake dots the landscape. As we get closer to the ground, I look down and can make out the cars, planes, and people wandering around the small airport.
Both Heidi and I are enjoying the ride, and I want it to last as long as possible. “OK, nice slow wave-off, give it a few seconds, OK, I better pull now,” I think to myself and reach back for the ripcord.
WHACK! I feel the living crap slammed out of me and look up to see that “ball of shit” parachute I hadn’t previously given any thought to. I count at least three broken lines and we’re in a violent spin to the right. It takes only a second or two for me to react. I shout “OK, now arch again” in Heidi’s ear, then grab at the two handles on either side of my chest. “Look, grab, look, grab, peel, punch, peel, punch” – the training that’s been beaten into me comes back instinctually.
I feel us drop away from the malfunctioning main parachute and things momentarily get real quiet before the wind starts to rush up past us again. What was probably four seconds feels like minutes before I start to feel something happening above me, then I look up to see the most beautiful bright yellow canopy in the world. I look down and realize that I’m probably no higher than 1500 feet. Low. I can see the people down on the ground scrambling around – the students are probably wondering what happened, the instructors are probably giving their opinion on what they would have done, the staff is probably chasing after the main. My mind returns to the job at hand and I ask Heidi how she is doing.
“Oh… my… GOOOOOOOOD!” Heidi shouts. Her body goes totally tense and she throws her head back into mine, giving me a bloody lip. Then she goes limp and shifts around in the harness, breathing heavily. At first, I worry that she’s hurt, then I wonder if it’s fear, but then I realize what really happened and blush slightly. She just had a massive orgasm. Maybe she’s aware that we just had to use our reserve parachute; maybe the adrenaline rush of the skydive itself was enough to release the sexual tension that she had so expertly built up over the past hour. In either case, she is now writhing back against me in mid-orgasmic ecstasy.
I again ask her if she’s OK and offer to loosen the harness slightly to help the blood flow to her legs. We’re at about 1000 feet and I’m starting to set up our landing pattern. She is coming back to her senses and I hand her the student steering toggles, reminding her that she’s got to get her legs up for the landing. The rubber band that had held her hair tight for the skydive has come off at some point, and her soft blonde hair is blowing back into my face. There are beads of perspiration on the back of her flushed neck. I’ve forgotten all about the fact that I’m under my reserve parachute instead of my main, entranced once again by the sexual energy being radiated by this beauty.
Despite the plethora of distractions fighting for my attention, I’m able to put us down the dead center in the landing area. Mike, the DZO, and the rigger who packed my reserve are waiting for us there. He hands me a Hefty sack in which I’m to collect my gear so that he can repack it. “Good job. You owe me a bottle of rum.”
Tradition states that the rigger gets a bottle of his favorite alcoholic beverage if you use the reserve he packed. I figure Mike is looking forward to the rum but otherwise irritated that his operation isn’t running flawlessly. He grunts and wanders back towards the hangar to deal with the next interruption.
Vickie is also waiting for us; the irritation has faded from her face to be replaced by something else. Before I can even unhook Heidi, she runs up and wraps her arms around both of us. She had been out of the airplane on the first pass over the drop zone; she must have landed and been watching us from the ground when I had to cutaway. I wonder for a moment if she had seen Heidi’s, umm… response to the events.
Heidi and Vickie are whispering something to each other, which despite my proximity I can’t quite make out. Vickie’s embrace loosens only after she whispers in my ear, “the three of us need to talk.” She lets go and I unhook Heidi’s harness from the now-spent tandem rig. Heidi takes Vickie’s hand and the two of them turn back towards the hangar without so much as a word to me. As they walk away, Vickie turns back and gives me a smile.
This time, she is playing the part of the flirtatious one.
“Isn’t that always the case?!? They shake their tits at you until you save their life, then they lose all interest.” Rick is standing next to me, shaking his head. He walks on, and it occurs to me that perhaps Vickie’s smile was meant for him. But then again what was that business about me, her, and Heidi needing to talk?
So now I’m standing by myself in the middle of the landing area, wondering aloud what the hell just happened. The excitement of my cutaway has faded; people are returning to whatever it was they were doing beforehand, mostly sitting around and bullshitting with each other. I neatly stow everything in Mike’s Hefty sack and lug it over my shoulder back into the hangar.
I’m in something of a stupor as I drop the rig at the manifest desk and gruffly tell the girl there to deal with it. My own adrenaline rush is beginning to wear off. This wasn’t the first time I’ve gone for my reserve, and I doubt it will be the last, but it still is enough to make me want to sit down and rest for a few minutes before going up again. I grab a Coke and head back out to the picnic table in front of the hangar.
No sooner do I sit down than I feel a hand on my shoulder and a warm breath in my ear. It’s Heidi. She asks softly if there’s somewhere more private we can go, and I turn around. I had been somewhat calm and collected when she was flirting with me before, but now I feel like a blathering idiot. I manage to spit out something about the river that runs next to the airport, and she heads off in that direction.
I follow her, getting about twenty paces before realizing that I left my soda back at the picnic table. I turn back – hey, I’m really thirsty – to see that Vickie is a few steps behind me.
“What, did you change your mind?” she asks. She has changed her shirt – she’s still wearing the same baggy pants, but now with a tight-fitting green t-shirt instead of the flannel she was hiding in before. Her belly button peeks out from below the hem of the shirt, and my earlier suspicions about her having a nice body are proved correct as I check out her flat stomach and firm breasts. Her tits are not as large as Heidi’s, a little more than a handful apiece, but they are perfectly proportioned for her form. The irritated look on her face has been replaced by a twinkle in those amazing green eyes.
“What is there to change my mind about?” I ask with a grin. I’m still totally confused, but the daze is wearing off. To put it another way, blood has once again begun to flow to my dick.
“Follow me,” Vickie commands as she walks past me and catches up to Heidi. I take one look at the two of them and figure I would be a total moron not to comply.
We walk down this little path that runs between the river and the airport. I take the lead, and we head into a fairly secluded clearing. On warm summer nights I sometimes camp down here, so I know there are soft grass and a good canopy of trees protecting us from prying eyes. I have a faint idea of what these two ladies might be up to and I don’t want any distractions.
No sooner do we step into the clearing than I turn around and find the two of them locked in each other’s arms, kissing passionately. They break the kiss and step closer to me, still arm in arm. “What, have you never seen a lesbian before?” Vickie asks me and both girls start laughing. At this point, my jaw must have been somewhere down around my ankles.
Heidi steps up against me and places her hand on my crotch. “Well, maybe we’re not strictly lesbians. At least, that was what we were fighting about this morning.”
She exchanges a knowing glance with Vickie and the day’s earlier events start to make sense – Heidi’s flirtatious behavior, Vickie’s dirty looks.
Vickie chimes in, “you probably think I’m a real bitch. I thought you were a total asshole until you had to go and save my lover’s life. She got off on it, too!” I guess Vickie HAD noticed Heidi’s reaction. Well, at least that explains the sudden change in attitude.
Heidi blushes. Her hand is still on my crotch, she now leans in and kisses me. I return the kiss. Our tongues swirled around in each other’s mouths and I put my arm around her waist. She is nibbling on my lower lip, probably tasting the blood from where she slammed her head into mine. I trace my hand from the small of her back up her spine, settling my palm on the base of her head. My fingers are gently stroking the side of her neck as I pull her closer to me. Heidi responds by sucking my tongue deep into her mouth.
Our mouths separate after what feels like ages, and I glance over to see Vickie looking at us with a smirk. She approaches and I wrap my other arm around her midsection. As I do so, she removes Heidi’s hand from my crotch and replaces it with her own. Heidi had been gently gripping my member, now Vickie is stroking, teasing, cupping my balls, and then gently working her ministrations up and down my shaft. She bites onto my earlobe tenderly as she does so, and I can feel her soft breath on the side of my face. Vickie’s brown hair smells faintly of cinnamon; I am enjoying the closeness of the two girls.
Heidi’s hand is now on Vickie’s breast, stroking Vickie’s nipple through the fabric of her t-shirt. I have to release my grip on Heidi to reach around and grab Vickie’s hand. “Slow down,” I say softly, not wanting to immediately blow my load on what is absolutely the most erotic experience of my life. I’m wondering how far these girls are going to take this.
I worry that perhaps it’s already gone too far when Vickie breaks the embrace and turns around. Instead of walking away, however, I see her pull her t-shirt over her head and throw it into the bushes at the edge of the clearing. She turns back around to face us, her hands covering her breasts. She spreads her fingers and then quickly closes them, giving Heidi and me a quick peek of her flesh. She then turns to the side and drops the hand closest to us, revealing a side view of her erect nipple, before replacing her hand and turning towards us once again.
I glance at Heidi and notice the striptease is having the same effect on her as it is on me. Her neck is once again flushed and I can see her breathing has increased. One hand has absently dropped to her crotch.
Vickie drops her hands and steps up to me, pressing her body against mine. I can feel the heat of her pussy even through the layers of clothing that still stand in the way. We kiss, our lips first resting on one another’s for a few seconds before I let my tongue lazily slip into Vickie’s mouth. Her arms come up to my shoulders, wrapping around my neck.
Heidi has walked around behind me and I am sandwiched between the two girls. Heidi’s hands fondle Vickie’s naked torso, going from her hips, up to the sides of her breasts, moving in circles on her back, and then settling on her hips again. Vickie and I are still pressed closely together, and Heidi extends the caresses to include me. Now she is running her hands up my sides, forward to Vickie’s underarms, and down past Vickie’s trim abdomen. My shirt has come untucked, and as Vickie and I continue to swap saliva, Heidi’s hands are now moving up and down my bare skin.
My kiss with Vickie breaks, and Heidi reaches forward under my shirt and tweaks my nipples. Her hands draw arbitrary patterns on my chest, fingernails lightly grazing my skin. Vickie tugs my shirt upward and we are all forced to break contact as I help her pull it over my head. It gets thrown into the trees on the opposite side of the clearing as where Vickie’s shirt landed. I laugh to myself at the notion that it’s going to take us a while to find all of our clothing when we’re done.
I feel hands on my hips. Heidi turns me around to face her, and I see that she too has shed her top. Her huge tits aren’t sagging at all – the skin is soft and firm and there isn’t a hint of a tan line. As I ogle her bare breasts, she reaches for my belt and undoes it. My pants are at my ankles and there is an enormous tent in my boxers.
Now Vickie is the one with her arms reaching around me from the rear. Heidi pulls my head to her breast and I have to drop down onto one knee to level myself with the shorter girl’s tits. I run my tongue in smooth arcs, first licking the underside then using the tip of my tongue to tease her nipple. My lips wrap around the nipple and I suck lightly, earning me a loud moan from Heidi’s luscious lips.
I feel my head being pulled away from Heidi’s breast and Vickie orders me to “lie down.” It’s the first words any of us have spoken in the past five minutes. I lie back on the grass and prop myself up on my elbows.
Vickie is giving a performance similar to mine upon Heidi’s breast. As she does so, she tugs at Heidi’s shorts, pulling them down with some effort. Heidi isn’t wearing any underwear and I am once again rewarded with the answer to an earlier question: Heidi’s pubic hair has been shaved bare. Once again I see no hint of a tan line.
I watch as Vickie teasingly moves her kisses from Heidi’s breast down to her belly button, then back up again, then down a little lower, then back up again. “Oh, eat me already!” Heidi exclaims breathily in response to this tease. Vickie complies and I see her mouth lock onto Heidi’s privates.
As Vickie kneels in front of Heidi, performing cunnilingus on her sultry companion, Heidi’s gaze is locked firmly with mine. I feel like I’m going to explode as I watch her mouth open into an “O” and listen to her make soft, gasping moans. She clutches at Vickie’s hair and her knees start to buckle – I worry that the two of them are going to fall over backward as I see Vickie increase the pace of her licks. Heidi’s volume increases and she comes for the second time that afternoon with an “Oh…my…GOD!!!”
Vickie’s mouth separates from Heidi’s vagina and she quickly rises to embrace Heidi. Vickie sets Heidi down next to me – I extend an arm around Heidi and she presses up against me. Vickie drops her pants; like Heidi, she is wearing no underwear and has shaved her sex bare. Her pussy lips are swollen and she is glistening with moisture.
Vickie straddles my face and I immediately began pleasuring her orally. My tongue darts back and forth, zigzagging against her lips, plunging into her hole, teasing her clitoris. In contrast to Heidi’s moans, Vickie expresses her satisfaction at the job I’m doing with soft whimpers and by grinding her crotch in time with my licks. She tastes sweet and clean; there is just a hint of sweat.
Heidi has recovered from her orgasm and pulls my shorts off. I have to lift my thighs to help her, never pausing the lip service I’m paying Vickie. The voluptuous blonde straddles my crotch and I shudder as I feel her hand guide my penis to her. My hands rest on her hips as she sinks slowly down onto me. We are in the classic menage a trois position; the two lovely ladies are kneading each other’s tits and kissing passionately.
Slowly at first, and then picking up pace, Heidi begins moving her hips up and down. Her velvet tunnel is wrapped tightly around my swollen cock. I try not to concentrate on the amazing sensations below my waist, letting Heidi do all the work and focusing instead on the pleasure I’m giving Vickie. I want this to last as long as possible.
Vickie comes after a minute or so, grinding into me and sucking on Heidi. I feel like I can’t breathe – I am surrounded by heavenly flesh gyrating in every direction. I lose track of where I am, who I am, and which way is up. My orgasm comes in waves and I shoot what feels like rivers of cum up into the blonde vixen. We all collapse into a heap of bodies and try to recover our breath.
“I told you this could be fun,” Heidi says softly. The girls have somehow managed to arrange themselves on either side of me, their heads resting on my chest. I have no idea how long we’ve been lying there – the sun is starting to set, so we must have been at this for a while.
Vickie doesn’t respond immediately; I figured she was asleep, but then she finally spoke up. “Yeah, when you’re right, you’re right. I guess I should have known to listen to you, after all, you’re such a slut.”
Heidi gives Vickie a playful slap on the ass and then stands up. “Where the hell are our clothes?” she asks and all three of us break into laughter. Sure enough, it takes us a few minutes to gather our things. It takes us a few minutes longer to compose ourselves before wandering back to the drop zone.
Nobody had really noticed that we’ve been gone. I’m sure everyone figured that Vickie and Heidi had gone home and I was out recovering from my earlier excitement. I make sure to get the girls’ numbers before they leave. Despite the fact that they live two hours north of the airport and I live two hours to the south, we all agreed that we will get together again soon. After all, how could they forget about me after I saved Heidi’s life?
It was about ten o’clock that evening when I was once again sitting around the picnic table with the guys. We were done jumping, the parachutes were packed away, and I had managed to come up with that bottle of rum that I owed Mike. Some combination of the camping lantern and the booze was creating strange shadows on the side of the hangar. We watched them as we sat together and told wildly exaggerated stories of our experiences on and off the drop zone.
Somebody observed that I had been remarkably quiet all evening; I got some good-natured teasing about scaring myself on my reserve ride. “Next time maybe you won’t pull so low,” Mike said. He had relaxed somewhat from earlier in the day, but he was still playing the part of the DZO.
“Hey, where’d yah disappear to after that, anyway?” someone asks. “Yeah, did your passenger have to give you a special thanks for rescuing her?” someone else chimes in with a nudge. In response, I simply shrug. The urge to tell the story is fighting with the voice in my head that reminds me no one will believe it.
Before I have time to decide whether or not to speak up, somebody else makes a lewd remark and the discussion quickly passes me by. I guess I’m tired; I barely hear the graphic descriptions of what people imagined Heidi looked like under that tank top and the bullshit claims that they had gotten her phone number.
What finally snaps me back to reality is Rick’s remark. “She would have made a great DZW,” he says woefully.
“Hey, so what’s the difference between a DZO and a DZW?” somebody else starts…
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