I’m flying in the air. Naked. I feel as my body is surrounded by very springy currents of warm air in which I’m flying. No, not flying – falling down. There are two behind my back: an instructor and a parachute worn on the instructor. All three of us are firmly connected to each other. If my instructor was naked, I could call our mutual pose as ‘fucking from the back’, as his penis now was very close to the entrance to my pussy. He wore trousers and pants but I felt him very good with the rest of my body – from the upper part of my buttocks to the scapula on my back and even a lower part of the head.

I wore only protective glasses to look at everything around evenly and had earplugs in my ear channels to prevent the roaring whistle of wind in the ears. This time I really thanked god that I had not too large boobs – between the first and the second size, as they were not blown up by the wind – the other escort girls Izmir who jumped together with me, the same naked (there were 4 of us), had bigger boobs and now they were blown by the wind inside of their bulkiness, making them look weird, as if a dome or, if you prefer so, a cupola.

It happened so suddenly that I am still in a lack of understanding of what happened, but of course, all this gave me great pleasure and so I am pleased to recall it. I’ll start from the beginning. It was in the evening, I was invited to a birthday to one of my long-standing friends, her name was Victoria. At the appointed time, I stood in the doorway of her apartment, she opened the door in a charming beige dress with a deep neckline as an Izmir escort girl, and I immediately noticed that I was impressed, but gave no sign, respectively, saying only that she looks adorable. She smiled and invited me to enter.