She bent forward to play with the pack resting against her cute ass
"First squeeze the disk to set it to the position most comfortable for you, then move your hand, and the disk inside, left or right, to go left or right, up or down to go up or down. It's that simple. With practice you can do tricks such as rolls, somersaults, or spins.""Waycool," the blonde said, doing a little dance with the torch and disk held in the air."You two first," he indicated the blonde and her partner. He was getting tired of her teasing, and her partner's smug smiles. Step up to the platform," he said, turning them slightly to make sure each had a red light showing on their packs.
"Ok, raise your disk hands, squeeze, and step off.""Oh God," the blonde said and stepped off. Her long, nearly naked body glistened in the torch light as it gently glided off the platform, dropping slightly at first, then gently gliding down the hill. Their movements were jerky, at first, until they grew used to the controls. They heard a piercing streak, then laughter. Looking down the hill the tour guide saw the torch rolling over and over as the two blondes did somersaults in the air.
"That's so dangerous," the tour guide said under his breath."Doing somersaults is dangerous?" the black haired girl asked, stepping up to the edge of the platform."No, doing them so close to the ground is dangerous. If you people get the urge for aerobatics, do them with more altitude. You have hours to descend, if you like, you don't have to skim the slopes like they are."
The black haired girl and her partner stepped off. Next were two boys in their late teens. They gave each other an evil smile as they turned off their torches and leaped into the darkness. The tour guide new they planned on terrorizing the other gliders. Good, it would add to the excitement."Next," he waved the gay men forward."Have you ever glided alone and naked," the first gay man asked the tour guide in an intimate manner.
"Naked, yes, alone, certainly not," he said, giving them a little push. They laughed and jeered as they disappeared into the darkness. Their torches cast a glow over the slope as they descended. Each torch made a pleasant island of light, in a vast sea of darkness."My God, that's so beautiful," a red haired woman said. She was last, and alone. It was funny, he couldn't remember her arriving with the rest. Of course he had not been giving his group his full attention.
The tour guide had his own belt for this very reason, in case there was an extra unpaired tourist. Everyone on the tour was required to fly in pairs."I know, it's magnificent. I love this job," the tour guide said gently."It's very romantic," the girl said."It is," the tour guide agreed while strapping on his belt and checking the red light on the pack, before he spun the belt around into the proper position. He checked hers, then looked at her expectantly.
"Why don't they simply double over and hang by their belts," she asked nervously."A power field, similar to an invisible board, will spring up at your back the minute you step off. It adheres to your body while the belt is activated, until your body makes contact with the ground. You're nervous, aren't you?" he asked shyly. She nodded with a quick smile."Your belt is on. Simply raise your hand and step off... when you are ready. Look, there goes my assistant in the cable car, now you have to jump, there's no other way down.""Now or never," she said, leaping into the darkness. The tour guide stepped off with his hand raised. He dropped it slightly, speeding up to join his partner as she rushed down the hill."What if I lower my hand too much and plow into the ground?" she asked as the wind whipped her hair into her face.
"It can't, there is a fail safe mechanism built into the belt. You could descend entirely under the control of the belt. It won't allow you to touch the ground until you reach the beacon at base camp. Slow down," he yelled into the rushing air.
"How?" "Lift your hand," he said patiently. She did and slowed almost immediately. With a sigh of relief the tour guide slowed as well. The wind had been cold. Now that they traveled slowly, the warm night air warmed him again quickly. He turned his torch down and shined it on the passing ground. Trees and bushes drifted by in dim light of the torch. It reminded him of how the bottom of a shallow lake looked, while drifting by in a boat.
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