Kate Educates Jacob #25
Climb when ready!
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Jacob’s Point Of View
When Kate said yes to my marriage proposal, I felt relieved, to say the least. Although her love for me was very obvious, her billionaire status, and the fact she was under tremendous pressure meant she might have been knocked sideways.
I took nothing for granted with my girlfriend because she absorbed work and life pressure seemingly without issue. I knew better than others, because Kate had opened up to me and the often frustrated woman needed an outlet that only I could provide through love.
When I woke beside my fiancee, bathing in the early rays of sun breaching our cabin curtains on the morning after my proposal, I couldn’t take my eyes off her sleeping beauty.
She’s mine. I won, and she’s the best prize now and forever.
Kate purred gently while I leaned on one elbow, cherishing what was mine, stroking wisps of her hair so she couldn’t feel me, while I watched her breasts heave rhythmically in tune with my heart beat.
I was more certain of my love for Kate than in anything else about my life, ever. She stirred gradually, flickering both eyes open, gazing at me, so I smiled. Kate checked her ring finger, admired the beautiful gift I bestowed and grinned back.
“Would you like some breakfast, sweetheart?”
“What did you have in mind, Jacob?”
She entwined her fingers with mine ensuring the diamond engagement ring stood out proudly. She beamed at me with a glow that could disperse the most cloudy storm.
“I’m very happy, darling.”
“Would you be happier with a fruit salad followed by eggs Benedict?”
“Mom’s been busy, I see. Your phone must be full of notes, recipes and reminders.”
“I like Catherine.”
“She feels the same way. Actually, everyone loves you, Jacob. Even the estate hands think you’re awesome, because you are.”
“Thank you.”
“It’s nothing to do with me, honey. Now, why don’t you run along and follow mom’s recipe while I ensure my beauty suffices to keep owning you.”
“We have this cabin for a couple of days, Kate.”
“That’s very nice. It’s relaxing here. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulders.”
“While another has been added to your finger.”
“That’s not a burden, Jacob.”
Kate took her time showering, and I guessed some strained muscles from our hike up the hill would benefit from the heat and steam. I followed Catherine’s instructions to the letter, cutting all fruit to equal size and in the proportions she’d advised.
I would confess later to Kate of the small sealed container of hollandaise sauce prepared by chef to be reheated, but the poached eggs were all me. I’d wasted a tray of thirty-six at Granger Hall while mastering their simple cooking in water.
“What did you have in mind for today, Jacob?”
“Some climbing on sheer slabs nearby. I brought ropes, harnesses and carabiner.”
“Oh.”
Her face froze somewhere between excitement and fear. I knew, from a brief discussion with Catherine that her daughter had never climbed before. Kate was so dominant in every part of our lives that I thought it might be good for her to leap out from a comfort zone.
“Don’t worry Kate, I’d never let you fall.”
“Protect the ring at all costs, Jacob. One day they will bury me with this ring.”
“I’ll preserve the finger that brandishes it with my life, sweetheart.”
“And the rest of me, right?”
“Yes, of course.”
She leaned into my shoulder while enjoying the eggs, chuckling politely, if a little nervously. There were surprisingly many sheer rock faces nearby that were infrequently used. I’d reconnoitred a climbing route already, set up belay points taking us to the top and would ensure my fiancee had a day to remember.
“Have you climbed before, Kate?”
“No, unless straddling you counts.”
“This sort of climbing is much easier.”
“Oh, that’s rather big-headed, dear.”
It was a half hour hike around the hill to where huge, sheer face slabs, carved by the wind stood proudly. They were dangerous to the inexperienced climber, which was why I used safety ropes and had already positioned belays when visiting earlier in the week.
I slipped a climbing harness over Kate’s knee-length shorts, tightening its straps before attaching a belay device and her carabiner. With safety and climbing ropes threaded through and tested, we were ready to go.
“Climb only when I say climb when ready. Okay?”
“Climb when ready? Got it.”
“Then you say, climbing now.”
“Okay, but Jacob?”
“Yes, darling?”
“You won’t drop me will you?”
Kate looked vulnerable, and I saw a tremble in her hands. Her expression was a mix of fear and determination, so I closed in to hug my fiancee, enjoying her lips on mine.
“Do you know why activities like this are so important in the military?”
“No, why, and please don’t forget that I’m not a soldier today, Jacob.”
“It’s for fear training. Unless you fight in a war there are few ways to simulate and overcome a fear of death. Climbing and abseiling is one way to do that. Use today to conquer any fear you might feel.”
“I haven’t included you in my last will and testament yet, Jacob so be cautious.”
We both laughed, and Kate buried her face in my fleece jacket while I held her tight.
“I’ll protect that ring with my life.”
“I might thrash you to expend some tension if you aren’t careful, fiancee.”
“Oh, Kate.”
“What is it?”
“That sounds so nice.”
“Fiancee?”
“Yes.”
“You did that, Jacob. Well done for both of us. I think we should climb now or go back to the cabin.”
“Why?”
She shot me a wistful look conveying a meaning I understood well. Kate was aroused and wanted to take me to bed. It was now or never if I would teach her to climb today.
I scrambled up the rock face, finger jamming into cracks while taking in my belay as I progressed. At the first resting point, I glanced down at Kate who seemed calm, probably having watched me.
“Climb when ready!”
“Climbing now!”
She made the first few steps up the rock face seem awkward, but if there was one thing I regarded highly about Kate, it was her determination. She quickly adapted the three points of contact method I’d hastily described and was ascending almost as rapidly as I had.
In no time, she stood beside me on a narrow ledge grinning like a Cheshire cat. I felt proud of her and me having done this for both of us. As I watched her energy and emotions through expressions and body language, it was clear that my life without Kate in it was unthinkable, and that worried me a bit.
“Oh wow, that was awesome, Jacob.”
“The view from here is immense because we went vertical for about twenty metres.”
“Everything looks very different from up here.”
She held my hand tightly, and I noticed Kate’s nervous tremble was vanquished. She was vibrant, a ball of excitement, clearly enjoying a thrilling new experience.
“This is you, Jacob. This is the adventure world you have lived in. I understand it better just by being up here. You’re so calm and confident, I feel that energy transferring into me.”
“I wanted to show you something of myself.”
“Thank you, Jacob.”
She kissed me lovingly, then pushed herself off the shelf, dangling and swaying safely on the belay rope that I held securely. Kate smiled wickedly, loosening her brake enough to slide down my body until her head was at cock height.
“A special treat for my excellent fiancee, I think.”
“I wasn’t, err… what if someone?”
“Who cares dear? Yesterday you were teasing me about riding a fuck saddle in a meadow. I think we can risk this.”
She unzipped my fly, which took some doing while it was bunched up by the climbing harness. Fumbling around for my increasingly solid cock took some doing, but with a little pain and a great deal of pressure, she freed me.
“I see you’re very aroused, Jacob. I can smell the stallion arising within. Methinks a small taste for a lady with a ring would not go amiss.”
She sucked my glans, always slurping and whimpering with delight from the taste and swollen, smooth texture. Kate had described how much the flavour of my cum accessed her hard wiring in the same way her pussy juices did for me.
While Kate wanked my cock from close to its base she licked, then sucked it hard, always circling her tongue around the underside to flick my banjo string every few strokes. That forced me ever higher to an orgasm. My semen flooded the tubes leading to the slit in the end of my cock. A bulging sensation caused my cum under pressure was hard to hold on to.
I wouldn’t last long, neither did I want to because ejaculating inside my fiancee’s mouth was among my greatest pleasures. Kate practiced sucking my cock frequently, allowing me the same access to her pussy. She insisted on us teaching the other what felt good, where and at what point in our orgasm.
As a result, we became more accomplished lovers, combining the high emotions we felt all the time with the peak of orgasm.
Kate sucked the head of my cock harder, rotating her hand while wanking the base of my shaft with vim and vigor. I felt a tickle deep inside my prostate gland, then another from my balls before a stream of cum flooded Kate’s mouth seconds after I tapped our customary warning on her head.
Kate sucked and licked as long as my cock jerked and delivered more semen. When it was completely clean, my fiancee smiled up at me, radiant and looking like an angel.
“Hmm, that was very nice, Jacob. Thank you.”
“Thank you too, Kate.”
“Climb when ready, Jacob.”
I hauled Kate back up onto the ledge where she seemed increasingly at home, having no fear of heights that I could detect. Once I fixed myself, tucking a flaccid, contented cock back inside my pants, I delivered my next surprise.
“You lead, Kate. I’ll follow.”
“Is it safe for me to do that?”
“You’re a natural at this. I can’t believe how excellent you are at all things you turn a hand to.”
She stared at me longingly but smiled and shrugged with an expression of simple honesty.
“That’s only because of you fiancee. I’m absolutely confident you won’t let anything happen to me, so it’s easier.”
“I’ll haul in the safety rope while you ascend. Our belay points are all secure. Climb when ready.”
She wrapped both of her legs around my waist and French kissed me so deeply it took my breath away. Her chuckle at the end, vibrated in my heart.
“Climbing now, Jakey, baby.”
She smiled confidently and set off, scampering up the rock. I admired the cut of her harness into Kate’s upper thighs and ass while she climbed up to the next belay position wondering what she’d look like in a neoprene 5mm diving suit.
When I joined Kate we had two stages left which she wanted to conquer immediately, so I stood aside, admiring my awesome fiancee who took the rock face on.
At the top we were both tired and had aching arms. I showed Kate a few muscle stretches that climbers do to avoid cramping and taut, strained sinews at the end of a challenging day. It was fun to teach her and have Kate enter my world.
“How do we descend back to earth, Jacob?”
“We abseil down using the same ropes. It’s simple once you take the first step and get used to walking backwards down a sheer drop.”
“The view from up here is incredible.”
“I always enjoy the tranquility and enormity of the wilderness.”
“Enormity?”
“Yeah, it’s always good to be reminded that there are far greater things created by nature than me, Kate.”
“Not as far as your fiancee is concerned Jacob, but I know what you mean.”
We’d reached the large, flat top of a razor sharp ridgeline shooting far off from the hill. It was lonely, profound and a great place for a picnic. Kate and I sat on a large flat boulder enjoying a spectacular view.
“I brought sandwiches.”
“And coffee?”
“Of course.”
“Jacob, this would be a lovely place to come for a special thrashing. Like on a birthday or anniversary. A nice picnic, with a blanket and a few paddles. Yes, I can see myself with you across my knee while we enjoy a sunrise up here.”
“I agree but we’d have to get an application on one of our phones to make sure no satellites were passing over.”
“Does that happen?”
“Of course. How else do optical satellite images get taken.”
Kate took a bite from her lunch, chewed a little, then grinned at me.
“Chef made these.”
“Yup. The hollandaise from breakfast too.”
“This is his signature horseradish sauce and a lovely roast beef too. Is there nothing you can’t do, Jacob?”
“Yes, there is something.”
I felt a little choked because I had a secret to discuss, one I’d held close to my chest for far too long. Kate knew something of my PTSD cause but not everything. It was time to share and divest myself of a weight.
“Do you want to discuss Natalia?”
“Yes. How did you know?”
“I feel her weighing down on you, Jacob.”
“She’s slipping away from me some nights because the terrors are diminishing in their frequency and intensity.”
“And you feel that’s not entirely good?”
“It’s not good for me, Kate. I know that for sure.”
“I don’t think the little girl you carried from that mass grave to the UN temporary morgue would want you to be in so much pain. I’m sure her family wouldn’t want that either.”
“I know, but I don’t want Natalia to simply fade from history.”
“I had an idea a while back and was holding on before sharing it with you.”
“Okay. That’s prescient. You preparing for everything, Kate.”
“It’s my commitment to us.”
“What do you think about my problem?”
“Two things, sweetie. First you should write about it and second, perhaps consider visiting the gravesite.”
“Oof.”
“It’s just an opinion and something you might consider before making any decision. I’ll come with you if that’s okay, but it’s your call.”
“I’d like to go and with you for sure.”
I blurted out my choice, but only because it had been on my mind for some time. Natalia was important and marking her life felt crucial.
“I hadn’t considered about writing.”
“It’s up to you, Jacob. It might be a way to create a sign for others that Natalia lived here among us. She would never be diminished in the way you fear.”
When I cried, Kate dragged my head into her lap, rifling her fingers through my hair, humming a song she must have heard as a child. The vast forest below, nearby valleys and distant misty mountains beyond spoke to and soothed me.
“Do you feel any better?”
“Yes. My falling apart like this is a bit weak of me, though.”
“Jacob, I shall flay you to within an inch of your life if you ever say that again. Emotions are not a sign of weakness and that word could never be associated with you.”
“Sorry, Kate.”
“We should belay now. I have needs too, and this bloody harness isn’t helping them at all.”
“Rubbing you up the wrong way?”
“Or the right way, depending how you frame the question.”
“Let’s go then.”
Kate proved on the way down to be a natural. Once the awkward and terrifying first step backwards off the cliff edge was complete and all of her weight was held by climbing and safety ropes, she walked backwards, slowly at first, then more confidently, even managing a few long hops once getting the hang of it.
At the foot of the rock slabs I packed our gear, looking suspiciously towards the sky at dark clouds drawing near.
“Can you smell the air, Kate?”
“It’s heavy, musky and fresh.”
“We call it petrichor. It’s an earthy smell caused by moistening of the ground nearby.”
“It’s going to rain?”
“The smell means it’s already raining nearby and the aroma is being driven our way with the clouds. It's very heavy, so we should run, Kate.”
“Race back to the cabin, you mean?”
She grappled a rucksack already taking flight, slung it over her shoulder and set off at breakneck speed. I followed behind grinning at my good fortune to have such a wild woman, hoping she felt the same way about her man.
Kate practically sprinted across the meadow and up its shallow but lengthy incline. I got alongside her, impressed by how she pumped both arms harder to beat me across the line. It was enough for me to stay level, she knew it and grinned when we ran up the cabin steps and onto its covered porch.
She leaned backwards, with both hands on hips, breathing deeply as one who runs frequently knows to do in recovery. The storm enveloped our cabin with a squall and its heavy downpour.
“We just about beat the rain.”
“It’s going to be quite a storm, Kate. I’ll get the fire stoked.”
I ran around the back of our cabin to collect logs, desperate to avoid the worst of a growing deluge, and just about made it with an armful of cut logs that should last through the night.
“What’s for dinner, Jacob?”
“What would you like?”
“Hahaha, if I said lobster right now, you’d set off in running gear.”
“Yes.”
“Surprise me then, darling.”
I had chef make up Coq Au Vin, so I just slid a heat-proof glass dish into the oven while Kate sat on a kitchen stool, laughing at me while sipping a nice Barolo I’d purloined from Granger Hall.
“You’ve thought of everything, Jacob.”
“It’s my commitment to us.”
“Touche, Jacob. Good boy. Kate is duly aroused by her thoughtful and nearly perfect fiancee.”
“Nearly perfect?”
“I’m still very aroused. Perhaps a little Coq Au Jacob in the shower while we wait for dinner to heat might move my assessment of you a notch higher?”
I lifted Kate from the stool, kicked a few rugs together beside our fire, which blazed intensely and set her down gently.
“I’ll help you out of those clothes here, then carry my princess to the shower.”
“Good boy, future husband.”
She was starry-eyed, and that stirred me. Making Kate happy was the only thing that mattered. Once I had her in the shower, we washed each other thoroughly, then kissed while I fingered her swollen pussy lips.
As I slid my cock inside her pouting pussy lips all I saw was a happy ever after writ large on her face and my heart exploded.
Next Chapter:
Kate, your knowledge continues to surprise me. Are you an accomplished climber in addition to everything else? And what a picture, Kate suspended by her ropes while sucking Jacobs cock deep inside her luscious mouth. Superb.