Over the Hill - The Flight Test By Rick Saus Rick flies a kite, and Barb flies Rick *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* *WARNING* As a parent, you may not want your children to read the following story, which contains certain material you may consider inappropriate for them to read. If you're not over 18 years of age, you shouldn't be reading this... or go any farther. If I'm addressing a "minor" here... one who's under the age of 18, turn back and read some comic books... or get your parent's permission before reading on. If you're over 18... page down and enjoy. The following story is true... really! I lived a charmed life in high school. I'll try to capture the events as best as my memory serves me... and where it doesn't, I'll fill it in with just enough stuff to keep things flowing. [Over the Hill, Part II: The Flight Test!] As we walked out the door, I suddenly noticed how brisk the wind was blowing... and a quick calculation made in my head of wind direction told me that it was perfect for where we were going to launch our kite. The kite itself was pretty good in size... and with the strong wind, I had a bit of a hard time holding onto it. Barb saw the trouble I was having and offered to take possession of it, which I gladly accepted. Barb's strength was not only obvious when she called it into action forcefully, as in lifting me in different ways... but also in subtle ways, like the way she was able to handle the kit much easier than I did in the wind. I kept admiring her right bicep as we walked which she had to use slightly to fight the tug of the wind as we walked along... and she looked over at me and smiled several times, noticing my admiration... and intentionally flexed it harder for me to see my reaction. She really loved to seduce me with her strength and muscles... that's about the best way I can put it... she literally seduced me with both. As we reached the far end of the field, I took the reel of 6# fishing line we planned to use and attached it to the cross strings that marked the rough centerline of the kite's body... and by sliding it slightly up or down, we could fine tune the control and actual flight of this newspapered albatross. On a normally breezy day, 6# test line might of been good enough... but the wind seemed to be sustaining around 15 to 20mph... and it was really pulling on the kit... even Barb's body was nudged back and forth by the wind pushing against the kite held tightly in her hands. As soon as we felt ready, the kite was launched... and to our utter delight, it immediately took to the sky... I tied the line perfectly on the cross strings... and the kit steadily climbed to our collective amazement. The drag on the open faced Mitchell reel was set just right to afford sufficient resistance to the wind to elevate the kite. The line fed out steadily until the kite appeared to be around 200 or so feet in the air. Then disaster struck... a gust of wind at the kite's altitude placed more exertion on the kite than the 6# test line was able to handle and the line snapped like a 22 caliber gun going off, surprising the both of us. The kite immediate made a b-line for the hill side across the street and within seconds disappeared behind the tree line. I had Barb help feed the line as I rewound it onto the reel... and as soon as we got all (actually half) of the line recovered, we headed for the other side of the field and across the street to the edge of the woods that marked the upper perimeter of the hill side. The angle of the hill side was pretty steep... as anyone from Pittsburgh can validate of the terrain there... and leaving the reel hidden in tall grass at the tree line, Barb and I began our decent down and in the direction we felt the kite may of landed. I was glad Barb was strong and sure footed... she kept me from toppling over a number of times when I lost my footing... and on one instance, she literally lifted me completely off the ground to keep me from falling by grabbing hold of my belt at the back and curling me up and towards her. She loved the feel of my weight as she held me several inches off the ground... and began to do several single arm curls with me. I wasn't in a position to enjoy how her arm must of looked... I was face down and all I could see was the earth rise and fall below me... or I should say, me rise and fall above it. I could hear her giggling to herself... she loved to sight of how she was able to lift me so easily and how excited this always made me. Barb was half sensuous/half sadistic... but in a sensuously sadistic and gentle way. Barb never used her strength to hurt me... she was always careful of that. The way she loved to use her strength on me was in a gentle, persuasive way... just enough to demonstrate her abilities but never enough to cause pain or discomfort if she could help it. As a matter of fact, this challenged her even more... it required more strength than usual to be able to use her strength gingerly that it would of required by simply clean and jerking me... got the picture? As soon as she had her fun with me, she gently lowered me to the ground and then helped me stand. I turned and gave her the warmest kiss I could muster, and we stood there momentarily caring less about the kite... all we wanted to do was express our deep love for each other in that kiss. After a moment, I indicated to her that she was affecting me in such a way as to hamper my usual ability to walk without breaking something just below the beltline... she looked at me sensuously and lowered her right hand to cup the growing erection that was becoming increasingly noticeable... and slowly massaged me with the palm of her hand... all the while looking me deeply in the eyes... and then seductively leaning forward and running the tip of her tongue over the ridge of my right cheek. God, I felt like melting on the spot... and my knees were quickly losing it as she slowly worked her hand and tongue over very sensitive areas of me. She then backed off slightly, gave me a big grin and told me we'd better find the kite before it becomes a home for some bird or squirrel... squeezed my aching erection slightly, and kissed me quickly but softly on my lips. We then continued searching for the kite... and fortunately, we didn't have to go very far. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the tail of the kite flapping in the wind to our right and about 20 feet up in a tree. It didn't appear to be damaged any and we started considering how we were going to extract our kite from the grasp of the branches it was lodged between. Barb sized up the situation quickly, took off her tennis shoes... and with her usual flare of strength, reached for a branch about a foot above her, causing her to raise up on her toes. By this time, I was already primed once again to enjoy the sheer beauty of Barb's overall musculature... the way she was able to make them flex and move under sensuously soft skin... and the sight of her incredible calves was more than any femuscle-lovin' man could endure. I crouched down and softly ran my hands over the smooth, hairless skin of her calves... mentally evaluating the distinction between that soft skin and the rock hard muscle just beneath it. Barb had gotten hold of the branch easy enough, but she remained standing on her toes like this for a little bit to allow me to... indulge myself... and all the while thinking about what she could do next to best the effect she was having on me at that moment. It didn't take her long to figure out what that was going to be. With a mighty flex of her biceps, she easily curled herself up towards the branch... slowly... as I kept my hands still and her legs traveled past them upwards. There was another branch just to the right of the one she was hanging from that looked somewhat sturdier... and Barb reached for it casually as if she lived all her life in trees. Once she twirled herself around on this branch, she found another branch just below her that she was able to sit on and yet be able to hold on to the branch she had in her grasp... and with sheer power, Barb positioned herself gracefully on the branch and released the strain of her 160lbs from her arms... only holding onto the branch enough to keep steady. From this height, her knees were at my nose level... and I positioned myself in front of her legs, hugging both in my arms and kissing the sexy plates of her kneecaps. As I continued kissing them, I became more and more aroused and began to hug her legs tighter with my arms... and Barb quickly took advantage of this by grabbing hold of the branch above her with both hands to steady herself... and then with incredible strength, began lifting me off the ground by bringing both of her legs out straight in front of her. I could only imagine how ripped and solid her abs were as she did this... the strain on them must of been incredible, but she handled me easily as though it were nothing. I continued to rise in the air until barb had her legs perfectly horizontal with the ground... and there I was laying on top of her shins, my crotch resting on the tops of her feet that she had pointed like a ballerina. With Barb supporting my entire weight on her legs, I stopped embracing them and placed the palm of each of my hands on the rounded solidification of femuscle bulging incredibly from her calves... the feel of her diamonds as I ran my fingers over the steep ridge of their walls, down into the valleys just below them and back up to their plateaus was beyond anything I could describe... at least two fingers set side by side... this is roughly how much her diamonds protruded outward... and I think I could of placed a good chunk of a third finger in there to boot! After caressing these incredible mounds of muscle, I ran my hands up and over the immense rise of her quads, which in their effort to hold me fast above the ground jutted out just above the knee and appeared to be twice their normal size under my load. I can remember not being able to squeeze or dent them any... they were just as hard as her calves. Barb then gently began to rock me side to side by alternating her feet and lower legs to raise and lower in opposite directions... just enough to cause me to grasp her legs again but not enough for me to lose my balance. Barb laughed at the way I was suddenly startled by this... and kept it up for a little while longer to make sure the affect was securely planted in my mind... one of the reasons why to this day I can remember a lot of the things she did with her strength to excite me. When Barb felt she had enough of that, she began to lower me to the ground... stopping about half way and jostled me up and down slightly as she gave me the most incredible, sensual smile a woman could generate! She then lowered me the rest of the way until my feet came in contact with the ground... and I released my bearhug from around her legs. Barb then got up off the branch by pulling herself upwards in a chin-up fashion, and placed her feet where she just sat. She beckoned me to join her up there, but I discovered quite soon that I wasn't able to reach the same branch that she did so easily in her initial ascent. I made a couple vain attempts at jumping for it but I was barely able to get my fingers on it enough to support my weight. That's when Barb got an idea. She told me to wait a second... and then while holding the sturdy branch she had a grip on, she lifted her right foot off the branch she was standing on, and began to lower herself by bending at her left knee until her foot came down far enough with her stiffened leg to reach my crotch. She then asked me to sit on her foot and hold onto her leg... as she began to raise up again on her one leg, lift herself... and me on her foot, upwards... until her left leg was fully straight. She then continued to lift me upwards by bringing her right leg up until her thigh was pretty much parallel with the ground and her foot was resting... with me on it, on the branch. What an incredible feat of strength that was! As a matter of fact, she thought I wasn't fully on the branch... and afraid I might slide off the minute she removed her foot from under me, she lifted me back off the branch and suspended me several inches above it while she watched where she placed her foot down to ensure I wasn't going to go anywhere once my weight was fully released from her one leg. I can only imagine where my lower jaw was after experiencing this sheer demonstration of the strength Barb had in her right leg... AND left as she lifted both of us up with it by standing from a near fully crouched position. Try doing this sometime on your own with one leg, let alone having someone suspended on your other leg... see how easy (sarcasm) it would be to do this! Go ahead... right now! Add some reality to your reading... this is one way you can better appreciate what I'm trying to describe. See... not very easy, was it? Anyway... Barb got a charge out of my expression and began to laugh uncontrollably... and all I could do was sit there on that branch and look up at her with a dazed expression! As soon as Barb was able to regain a little control of herself, she pointed the toes of her right foot, brought her leg around and in front of me... and began to massage my already fully erect lovemuscle with her toes through my pants... seductively suggesting to me "My, my... did I get your attention on THAT lift! And... mmmm... got you excited, too... didn't I?" as she continued to gently but firmly glide her foot up and down over my shaft. As she did this, and while holding on to her left leg for balance, I reached out and caressed her flexed calf with my other hand... feeling the incredible distinction in texture and size... all the while, Barb looked down at me... watching my reaction as she deftly ran her foot over me like... a trained gymnast does on a parallel bar to "feel" where she's at on any given moment! By this time, I had long forgotten what we had descended down the hill after in the first place... and so did Barb. We eventually recovered the kite... but... that's another story. - to be continued