Thread: A star is born. (angelicxdream x Wolfman)

My w- he cleared his throat, My wife. She, uh, she hasn't one of her best days, it seems. His mind snapped back to the here and now. The beautiful scenery whipping past their car, the beautiful young girl sitting beside him, and the prospect of rock climbing. Seated beside him, Claire could hear pieces of their conversation, and it didn't sound too pleasant. She looked at Lance, concerned, his facial expressions said it all. She was tempted to smooth over those lines, the creases in his face, when he got angry, run her fingers over his knuckles but didn't. She sat with her legs closed, looking out of the window timidly until he spoke to her. She watched him, watched as he death gripped his poor cell phone, fearing it would break if he did not let up. She touched his hand, feeling electric shocks from the contact, and said, You should let up on your cell phone lest it breaks. She said softly, I am sorry to hear about your wife. She was not sorry about his wife. Claire was already envisioning hot intimate moments with Lance. She would gladly let Lance take out all his anger and frustration out on her, in the bedroom, in the shower, against the balcony, on the beach... and his wife. She had almost forgotten about his wife, the woman he pledged to remain loyal to, forever. She was just another obstacle, becoming a nuisance she had to overcome, in order to have Lance, buried deep inside her, throbbing and pulsing as he cried out her name... She burned. Every fibre in her body was a flame, and she needed Lance's help to keep it out. She clutched onto the leather arm of the seat, and breathed heavily. Thankfully, they had arrived. Ready Claire? You're gonna love this! As they got out of the car, Claire knew she would not love this. She emerged out of the car, thanked the driver, and told him to return for them in exactly one hour. They walked over to the rock climbing wall and took ten minutes to learn the basics of safety of belaying and rock climbing. Both of them followed the directions of the instructor, watching on the instructor as they got strapped in, into various belts. She was personally embarrassed - taking a little more time with the instructor than Lance - the instructor she had personally hired to learn the steps in tieing the rope securely, and belaying her partner down and up to safety. She shook her head, her face aflame, and looked at Lance, smiling down at her. But, first, I am taking this Claire smiled at Lance, retrieving his cell phone from his hands, And any keys or anything so you won't lose them. Or else, how will you call your wife? She placed both of her hands on his hips, steering him to face her, and breathed slowly, as she, daringly, went inside his pockets, feeling and running her fingers along his pelvic muscles. Was it her imagination or could she feel something warm, and throbbing against her fingers as she explored south of his pelvis? She scooped up the contents of his pockets - retrieving his keys, wallet, and cell phone, whispering into his ear, For safety . She could feel the stares of the rock climbing instructors and blushed. Although she personally thought Lance should go up first, the instructor said because she was a woman and she weighed significantly less than Lance, she should go up first, it would be easier for Lance to belay her from underneath. She nodded, nervous and scared, but trusted their expertise and Lance's hands ... Once Claire got started on climbing, it was easy. It was only difficult when she made the mistake of looking down, seeing at how far she had really climbed, and when she had stopped a few times to catch her breath, and then it became harder to get moving again. With some words of encouragement, she managed to fight off her fear of heights for a few minutes, and push until she had reached the top, before asking Lance to belay her down, squeezing her eyes tight, to ensure she did not make the same mistake twice.