Candid Confessions of a Shameless Sexaholic...Part One: Just What The Doctor Ordered by Erotika Sinn Read Free Book Online

white
polo-necked shirt – a very different look to his professional appearance, but hotter
than any guy I had seen Ellen dating. Ha ha! She asked him in, and turned to
give me a nod of approval. I still had no idea whether today constituted a
date, or more of a ‘getting to know a colleague’ business deal. But Ellen was
jealous, and that’s all that counts, really.
                Ellen offered him a coffee,
but he politely pointed out that we needed to get moving. A few minutes later,
we were out in the street, heading towards his car. I looked for the Bentley,
and so was surprised when he paused next to a brand-new Toyota Land Cruiser. He
pressed a key fob and the lights flashed as the doors unlocked with a thunk.
The rear of the vehicle was packed with various bulging green and khaki bags.
Maybe Ellen was right. Abseiling seemed a real possibility.
                ‘Jump in,’ he said. ‘There
will be some traffic to start with, but once we are south of the city, it
should be an easy ride.’
                South of the city? What the
hell was to the south of the city…about an hour’s drive away? As Brad drove, I
watched the signposts flicking by, trying to get a feel for where we were
heading. Canberra…the nation’s capital? I hoped not. Canberra is probably the
most boring city in Australia. Anyway, it was too far away. The Southern Highlands
perhaps? The Shire? No, too close. Not the Blue Mountains, they were out West.
                I didn’t find out for sure
until we were driving through the streets of Woollongong, a pleasant seaside
town that I had never visited before. No reason to…nothing happened there that
I was aware of. It seemed to be a pleasant enough town, but I knew nothing at
all about anything interesting that happened down there. So why were we here?
Jeez…I felt so stupid.
                ‘Are you nervous?’ Brad
asked.
                ‘Um…just a little,’ I
answered cautiously.
                ‘No need to be...it’s as
safe as houses. And I will be with you all the way.’
                Well, that seemed
reassuring. We skirted round the north of the town and headed towards the
coast. We pulled up in some parkland near the beach. Looking good so far, I
thought. The beach was awesome, with rolling surf and a few families strolling
along the sand. Nothing scary there. And no cliffs to abseil from.
                ‘Well, here we are!’ Brad
exclaimed triumphantly, pointing in the opposite direction to the beach.
                I followed his finger and
looked across the parkland. The first thing I noticed was the air strip with a
couple of light aircraft perched at the edge of the runway. That made me a
little jumpy. And then I saw it. A huge sign stood at the side of the road like
a behemoth, blasting out a message in huge, bold lettering.
     
    WELCOME TO
SKYDIVE CENTRAL!!!
               
    Skydiving? SKYDIVING!!! Oh, fuck…I was
screwed.
     
    ***
     
    I got out of the car and threw up on the
grass. Brad jumped out of the driver’s seat and rushed round, just in time to
get a clear view of what I had eaten for breakfast.
                ‘Oh, God.’ I said.
                ‘Angel…are you OK? What is
it…travel sickness?’
                Let’s go with that, I thought.
At least it would get me off the hook for the moment. ‘Yes, sorry…I should have
told you. I get it sometimes.’
                ‘Here…sit down on this park
bench, and I’ll get you some water. Back in a sec.’
                I was glad to have a few
moments alone. What the fuck was I going to do now? Skydiving is not the ideal
pastime for someone who is terrified of heights. And I was too young to die. I
looked up at the sign again and read the smaller print beneath the headline.
                Enjoy the spectacular
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