What an exciting weekend! Jasmine was all of a fidget, couldn't sit still.
Paul had hardly looked at her as he let her into the flat. Then he dashed
off out to the back and left her sitting on her own on the old wooden chair.
That, she had to admit, was not quite the expected reaction. She knew Paul
was a keen climber, and maybe her harness and gear rack weren't this year's
colours, and her rock boots hadn't seen a cliff face in a couple of years.
But she thought he might at least have appreciated the effort- she'd had to
drive back to her parents' place to pick it all up.
Still, never mind, never mind! A fun weekend with lots of ropes, Paul had
said. It was going to be great, no matter what the weather forecast said!
She noticed the strange belay plate on the ceiling. Odd place to put it, the
ceiling wasn't very high and it wasn't as though it was near enough to the
walls to be of much use. Nor were there any holds or anything. Maybe he used
it for absail practice, or prussik loops and crevasse rescue?
The living room door opened. Jasmine jumped up, ready to go... and stopped.
Paul wasn't dressed for climbing. Ummm. Not really dressed for climbing at
all. Lots of tight leather and a bare chest though, did look good.
"Paul, I thought you were taking me climbing this weekend?"
"No, what I said was a fun weekend with lots of ropes. You're not going
She gave a mock shriek and playfully pulled away when he grabbed her. But
she didn't put up to much of a fight. Paul was a real dish and she'd been
after him for months, so if ropes were to be used, ropes would be used!
The harness presented an interesting opportunity. Paul dangled her from the
belay plate in the ceiling, hitching the rope and locking it off so her
heels were just of the ground. She played up to it beautifully, just as he'd
hoped. The scowls and struggles were really turning him on, but she flashed
the odd smile just to let him know it was OK really. A little tape over the
mouth... there we go... one fun weekend with lots of ropes has just begun!