Nigkala Tales Pt. 13: Degree of Separation

When I left the pool, I went by them and casually said, "I just love teasing the guys, don't you?" I winked at them, and then walked back to my room, wiggling my butt while they could see. In the morning, I dressed, and then checked out. I picked up breakfast on the way.

I arrived half an hour early, carrying my gloves and goggles in my helmet, and my wallet on my leg, I checked in. Others arrived from time to time, and we all chatted, until it was time to start. That was announced by a loud whistle.

"Gather 'round folks. I am Mark Chrzązczykiewiczt, just call me Mark. I will be your lead instructor at the high heavens ranch. Over there are my two assistants, James and Luke. Some call us the saints, but I think it may have something to do with us being holy terrors if you persistently get things wrong. We're here to correct ignorance, not stupidity. If you pay attention, ask questions when needed, follow direction, you will have the time of your life. Now, down to business. Clothing. It's nice and hot down here, but it gets cold in the wind. If you will all gather around James and me, we will check your outfit. Today is Luke's turn to fetch any additional clothing required. Now line up!"

I was in line for Mark. When I got to the front of the line, he said, "Well, missy, that's a very sexy outfit, but is it warm?" He then slid a hand under my shirt a bit to test it.

"At work, I was able to sit in a walk-in refrigerator for over an hour. I could tell it was cold, but was comfortable enough. Oh, and please call me Becky Sue."

After removing his hand, he said, "Well, Becky, you are an odd platypus. Your outfit says you are hunting a man and intend to get him, while testing it in the cold indicates you are serious about learning how to glide. I remember you now. You're the one who called to make sure we could handle someone seven feet something."

"Yes, seven foot three, and more when wearing heels." I winked at him.

"Why would you wear heels? You'd tower over everyone."

"I do anyway, but in a slow dance, holding tight to each other, it leaves my partner at breast height, and I take advantage of it."

He smiled and said, "Oh, you are a man-eater."

"Guilty. Want to come over for dinner sometime? Or as dinner?" I smiled as I added that last bit.

He looked down, "Easy there, little buddy. She's a customer, so it's not playtime."

"I like you. You're fun to tease."

"Beware, I'm known as a ladykiller, myself."

"Even better. We could wrestle, as in mixed wrestling. See who's better."

"I suspect it would be you, but man, I'd die happy."

"Thank you, kind sir."

He sighed. "Unfortunately, I must forgo that pleasure, as I'm just average height. Also, we don't have any rental equipment that will fit your size. Luke, over there, at six foot six, uses the largest size harness, and offered to let you use his spare. We think it will fit, but it's a little more difficult to get on. So he will instruct you today. Okay, enough chit-chat. You're good, so please wait over there. NEXT!"

I moved as indicated, and waited a few minutes as everyone was sorted. One poor young lady came in a bikini. She was rudely informed it was not acceptable attire for hang gliding as it would get quite cold. She wound up in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. They were so baggy; she was a shapeless blob in them. And the colors! Ouch. Makes me glad I did my research first.

Mark called us to order again, and he introduced us to the hang glider. James and Luke would point out the various parts as he described them. He then had them demonstrate how the instructor would hook up the student then themselves in the tandem rig. When the lecture was over, they unhooked themselves. Mark then led us on a walk to the staging area, a quarter mile away. There he introduced another staff member.

"This here is Pyotr. When he heard what they called us, he asked to be called Peter. Say hi everyone." He waited for us, then said, "Okay, split into three groups: one for James, one for Luke, and one for me. Peter, is still learning, and handles the equipment for now."

I went for Luke. He definitely was the tallest of the three. "Hello, I'm Becky Sue, your economy-sized student. Mark said I could borrow your spare harness?"

He looked up, and gulped. "More like jumbo sized. Yeah, one moment while I get it -- Hey Peter, bring my spare harness for the lady!"

When he came up, all he said was, "Woah!" He handed Luke the harness and went back to fetching other equipment.

"Looks like you have everything needed but the harness. Hold up your arms and spread your legs, so I can put it on you." I complied. As he began to put it on me, he realized how transparent my outfit was. Not only did his erection grow, but I am certain he took a few liberties as he adjusted everything. He then instructed me to put my equipment on. Apparently he wanted me to go last. "Watch everyone and see what happens. Either way, you will learn what it is like."

After four went with him, it was my turn. He then led me to the largest hang glider there. He told me what to do, and I did it, with him explaining and correcting me. By the time we finished, I was all hooked in. He walked me to the top of the hill and said, "I'll hook in now." As he did, he explained, "We will run downhill and let the wind catch us. Keep running until you are off the ground a few seconds. And fix your gaze on the horizon."

He finished up. "Okay, let's run!" We started to run. I had to slow up a bit as I covered more with my stride. "Push out a little... better, lean a little to the left, good, you are aiming for that blue circle." He continued to verbally adjust my flight, and just before arriving, he said, "Prepare to flair. On my mark... Mark!" I pushed out and flared. We slowed quickly and stalled three feet up. We dropped, and I landed bending my knees.

"Great landing. Now to unhook." A few moments later we were detached. "Here's how to carry your glider." He directed me in folding it up. When I picked it up, he looked about to ask me to let him carry it, but changed his mind. We walked back up the hill to the side.

At the top, he directed me in setting up the glider. "Keep watching the others and learn from them. I'll be back for round two in a bit." He then went to his next student. As I watched the others, it occurred to me that I sort of knew how to sense air masses and affect winds. I decided to use the former to see how the winds affected the gliders. After a while, I was able to extend it a bit to see a larger amount.

Eventually, it was my turn again. Luke came up to me. "Ready?" I nodded. "Okay, let's see what you remember." He took me to the hang glider and indicated I should hook myself up. When I finished, he said, "Good. You remembered everything. But you still need to adjust this strap, and test you are secure. Now, I'll hook in." He did, and then we went to the launch point. Without a word, he indicated it was time.

I took a moment to settle my sense of air, and evaluate what was in front of me. I then spoke and we ran down the hill. While I kept my eyes on the horizon, and the blue circle, I also kept watch of the air masses, and subtly adjusted my flight to accommodate changes when they came. When I flared to land, I only fell three inches.

"Wow, you're a natural. Let's see if you remembered the rest." I did. Back on the hill, I continued to watch both the people and the air. The third flight, he had me aim for the yellow circle. It was a fair distance further. I made it. The fourth flight, we went for the red one. The fifth flight, he asked Mark, and let me go solo to the red circle. The smaller weight made things different, but not so different I couldn't handle it.

For the last round of flights of the day, Mark said, "Folks, this is your last flight, as the winds will be changing soon with the afternoon reversal. Don't go too high, and most importantly, don't panic."

I was a third of the way to the red circle when I sensed the wind about to change and come strongly from the side. I was already trying to keep height to make the distance, so I turned directly into the oncoming wind. As soon as I aimed into the new wind, it hit. Struggling to steady myself, I shot up into the sky. The winds were still rather chaotic, so I used a little power to control the winds, to steady it a little. By the time it had passed, I was quite high. With the change in wind direction, I would have to go back and forth to go towards the red circle. But I thought I could aim for the launch point. So I headed that way, and a little to the side, so I would not be landing in the midst of people. I made it down safely.

As I unhooked and folded the hang glider, Mark was running towards me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, Mark. I kept a weather eye out for the wind. I spotted it just in time. Not sure how I kept it right, but man that was exciting."

"You are one lucky bitch."

"Yeah, the winds got chaotic when it changed."

"I know. That's when it is the most fun. Man vs. Nature, who will win." He paused a bit, and then continued, "Um, don't mention I said that. I'd rather not lose any customers."

"Your secret is safe with me. Now let's get this back." I picked up the hang glider, and we began walking back.

Arriving, everyone started to talk to me. I said, "Let me get my gear off, then we can talk." I gave Luke back his harness, and thanked him for the loan.

Luke said, "Now that you're done for the day, if you want to ditch a layer of clothes, you will be more comfortable. Everyone else has, as you can see."

I looked around and saw a lot of people carrying clothes. Little miss I-want-to-go-in-a-bikini was now back in just a bikini. So I took my shoes off, then the pants and leggings, leaving just the skirt and leotard covering my lower half. I then took off the windbreaker and unbuttoned two buttons from my shirt. While it was easy to see I was wearing something under the shirt, my nipples were somewhat visible through the shirt and leotard. Luke's erection was growing as I faced him. Having purposely kicked my shoes off a little behind me, I turned around and leaned over to put them on. The back of the skirt rose up a fair amount, and Luke no doubt saw part, or all, of my vagina. I peeked, and his erection was quite pronounced. I stood and looked over my shoulder. "Hope you enjoyed the view." I then headed to the crowd.

Mark left the gear in Peter's charge, and had us walk back to the gathering point. I decided to be in the center of the crowd, and I used my power to cause small gusts to blow my skirt up, or my shirt open. When we got there, he said, "Folks, the refreshment bar is open, as is the souvenir stand. I have your certificates. You can dump your stuff in your car and relax to a free lunch."

Some went directly to the bar. I went to my car to dump the extra stuff, and while doing that, undid a third button, and pulled my skirt up an inch. I went and got my lunch, and sat on a lounge facing several guys. We all had little tables to the side, so I sat with my feet a bit apart. I leaned back and closed my eyes, but continued to chat. Every once in a while, I would open my eyes to eat or drink something. But with my constant movement, my clothes covered and uncovered parts of me. Add in the occasional breeze, and I was flashing a lot, without apparently noticing it. After finishing my meal, I had a breeze, somewhat stronger than the others, flip my skirt up completely.

Half an hour later, I got up to go to the bathroom. When I returned, the last button was unbuttoned. I got another drink and lounged as before, except my feet were a bit farther apart. A few minutes later, the shirt blew off one side, and the skirt flipped up. I drank some of my drink before I set it aside and feigned snoozing, so I heard the guys talk about me. A bit later, the wind blew the other side of the shirt off. Only the leotard covered my breasts, and it was nearly transparent. They continued talking for nearly an hour, before people started to leave.

I was the last student, and Mark came to wake me up. Instead, I startled him. "So, ladykiller, enjoy the view?"

"Huh? You're awake?"

"You think I would sleep through that opportunity? I ate it up. Look, my nipples are growing. It's so hard to not show your arousal."

Mark grinned.

"I think I would like some private lessons. You got a brochure?"

"Yeah, I'll get it." He left to get it, but I followed him in. I took my shirt off. We talked about getting me my own harness, and maybe later my own glider. I took a number of brochures, and his card. He walked me to my car.

"Hey, you want to see a neat feature of my car?"

"Okay."

I got in, then hit the super-recline button. As the seat folded flat, I slid the leotard off my shoulders to my waist. I then lay down flat, and pushed it and my skirt down off my hips and took them off. "See? It is big enough to have sex in. Want to give it a spin?"

He looked about, and then started shedding clothes. I placed them on the other seat. He got in and said, "I hope no one sees us."

"Close the door." He looked at me, so I just nodded. He shrugged his shoulders and closed it. I then hit the button for privacy mode. The windows all darkened a bit as they became opaque from outside. "Now the fun begins." We started in earnest. Soon the car was rocking. "Don't worry, it's soundproof."

He didn't last as long as he thought he would, and wound up falling asleep, still sucking my breast. He was still sleeping when Peter came and knocked on the window. I could barely hear him saying, "Dad, you in there? I need to meet my friends at the bar soon. We need to leave."

I shook Mark awake. "Huh?..."

"Your son's outside. Asking for you."

"What's he saying?" I activated the window and rolled it down all the way.

"Dad! Stop playing around, I need to leave." While he sounded a little angry, his eyes were locked on one of my breasts.

"Okay, okay. Give me a moment." He turned to me and said, "Sorry, gotta go." He reached over and put his pants on, completely forgetting his son was watching us. Collecting the rest of his clothes, he opened the door and got out.

I followed him, and gave him a hug, with his face in my breasts, and said, "I'll be seeing you soon." I got back in and returned the seat to its normal position. Looking over at my clothes, I recalled my previous trip naked in the car. I decided to stay naked, and reset the windows to clear and headed home.

While I got many looks, there wasn't any city driving. I pulled in after dark, and found one of Tammy's prepared ready-to-eat meals. While our cook makes excellent meals, I sometimes find myself still hungry, like tonight. So I went back and grabbed two slices of apple pie. That fit the bill. Next up was a shower, then bed, as I had a rather full day.

Over the next few days, Filipe and I spoke about my time in the air. When I mentioned how I used a little of An's gift to help my flying, Filipe suggested I could use it even more to keep me in the air or have more speed. That got me to thinking about the possibilities of flight when the wind serves me. How high could I go? How fast? But even more importantly, was it fun? Eventually, I decided I had fun, but I might have more fun if I got better at it.

I looked into equipment capability, and the length I would use it. I decided working up my skill would be best done on used, but good, equipment. Calling Mark, I sent him some money to get me kitted out with my own hang glider, and also some quality time with private lessons. While the weekend was quite full, with regular classes, midweek, on the other hand, was easy for him. I needed to coordinate with my shooting schedule and other commitments, but I was able to get there once or twice a month, and often for two or three days at a time. The motel got used to my skinny-dipping late at night, and the night clerk often took his break watching or doing me.

I made some additional flight outfits, in different colors, but with the same semi-transparent cloth. Afterwards, I always removed the outer layer, sleeves, and leggings, much to the delight of Mark and Peter. Curiously, I found out that when I used a little bit of power to cause the air to be a bit warmer, that I didn't need three layers. So I tried without the inmost layer. Not only was I warm enough, but it was a hit with the guys, especially after my flight when I took off a layer. Both of them routinely took a turn with me when I dressed that way. One day, since I was comfortable, I decided to try flying in a skirt and shirt only. While Mark thought I might get too cold, I found I did not.

When I finished for the day, I said, "Time to remove a layer." Mark's jaw dropped, as I proceeded to do just that. "You like?" He answered by stripping.

Over the months I took lessons, Mark and Peter taught me everything they knew, and took me to harder places with trickier winds. Even as I learned new skills to fly, I trained myself to understand how the air worked. Being able to directly sense it helped a lot. I also signed up for an online class to learn to forecast the weather, so I could learn the scientific side of things. I learned to recognize where the wind would be the strongest, and how to ride it. When Mike declared that I knew everything he did, I asked him for help getting professional gear. It was time to move up from used gear.

I got top quality equipment, as I wanted to push the limits. I also got recording equipment to document it, so I could show my family. My son, Blake, had gone through a phase of risk taking with hang gliding at college. I thought he might especially enjoy it. Given his adventures as a kid, I am surprised he never broke any bones. He got lots of scrapes and bruises, but no broken bones. I looked for someplace nearby I could use for launching. It turned out the golf course I held the ritual in was actually a fairly good place. The adiabatic winds are fairly steady and regular, and so perfect for gaining altitude.

Calling the course, I negotiated to get permission, and for the low price of a mid-level membership, they let me do it. Not only could I use some land just off the freeway for launching and landing, but I could also play one round a month for free, and more at a discount. That location wasn't too useful for them, but they let me rent (at a discount) a cart for the day to get there. I also kept up wearing my flight clothes. After some hours flying, I would head for the clubhouse to relax. They remembered me, and I found if I parted my legs, I was sure to have someone eat me out. By the time I finished my meal, my shirt was unbuttoned, often with one or two guys on the side playing with a breast or two. I also had dessert afterwards, usually in the men's room.

By the time fall had arrived, I was considered a fixture at the course. My meals at the bar were an 'attraction'. It was then that the winds began in earnest, and I meant to use them to push the limits. I even got permission to mount a hook at the far edge of the property. It was planted in a rocky area, and planted deep. With a strong nylon rope, I could soar into the sky like a kite if I faced the wind while holding the rope. The rope was only about two hundred feet, but I would rise so fast, I could release it and gain another fifty feet before I had to correct for being untethered. Some of my golf-playing fans started calling it a 'launch' after they learned I played Kitty Galore.

That first time in the fall, I wanted to gauge the winds, so I didn't try to go high, but I did go in and out of the winds to learn them. The second time, however, I wanted to push it a bit. I tried to use as little power as possible for height, and found when I got back down that I had made it to over four thousand feet. When I got home, I found that to get higher, I should have supplemental oxygen. I spent some time in the shop mounting a small bottle, and making a delivery system I could control with my mouth. My next trip up, I tested it. It took three trips before it was working to my satisfaction.