We were just rounding the corner, coming up on the flat face of rock that appeared to have little to no holds at first glance. It was an E4 climb, E for extreme. We had passed many similar climbs that I would have liked to have attempted, but Melissa kept pressing onwards, literally to the point where the path ran out and we were faced with a twenty-foot drop onto the upper reaches of the trees below.

“This will do,” she announced.

I looked up at the rock face then I looked at her.

“Why this one?” I asked.

Melissa just grinned, occasionally glancing at me slyly out of the corner of her eye. She started removing her rucksack and readying the rope; removing any kinks and laying it out so that it would feed through the belay device easily.

“It’s secluded,” she replied. The grin was still there.

I couldn't make her out, something was up, and it bugged me.

I studied the climb trying my best to work out the route and the best holds but little was forthcoming. I wanted to inform her that I thought the route was a little difficult for me, but I didn’t have the nerve.

“How many pitches?” I asked.

“Three, I’ll lead each one if you want. I’ve studied this all week.”

It’s wonderful what you can find on the internet, especially detailed climbing routes and she was right, she would have studied this route over and over from as many angles as she could. I nodded my approval while fastening my harness and tying the shoelaces of my La Sportiva climbing shoes. They were fairly new, and it would be their first outing on real rock.

The sun glinted down through a couple of trees close by, but the climb was in full sun, right to the top.

I stood up and started to tie the end of the rope in a figure of eight onto my harness. I took a long hard look at Melissa, arms folded, lips pouting. Just standing there, watching me.

“What’s up?” I asked.

She shook her head and continued watching me.

“Something I’ve always wanted to do, don’t judge me, just play along.”

With that, Melissa started to strip, her t-shirt and bra were off in seconds.

My eyes grew wide, I had to marvel at her wonderful breasts and then I felt my cock twitch.

She bent over to remove her shorts, followed closely by her knickers, before standing in front of me naked with just her shoes and socks on. Melissa smiled before reaching for her harness with a full set of climbing protection dangling from the side loops, just like mine.  I swallowed hard when she bent over to pick up her harness and my cock stiffened in my shorts as I saw her lips smile at me from between her thighs. She slipped the harness on and tightened the leg straps and secured the harness tightly about her waist. Her breasts wobbled when she turned towards me, oblivious to the effect she was having on me.

She picked up the rope and tied it to her own harness in a figure of eight knot.

“Ready?” she asked, slipping her hands behind her back to dip her fingers into her chalk bag.

I just nodded, dumbfounded, speechless, in total shock. All of those things, all at once. I felt uncomfortable and lucky, well part of me felt uncomfortable, most of me, lucky. I was scared I would not be able to concentrate, after all, her life depended on me belaying her safely and concentrating on the job, not on her charms and thinking naughty thoughts of what other parts of me may like to do.

Melissa was a fit and voluptuous thirty-something,  about seven years older than me, but she never looked her age at all. In fact, she looked younger than me at times, especially when she laughed.

She was new to climbing and only came along to indoor sessions when I challenged her on the doorstep one morning before heading to work. I wasn't expecting my next-door neighbour to take me up on the challenge, but she did.

Not only that, she loved it, excelled at it and within six months of accompanying me on her very first indoor climb, had become proficient at the sport. So much so, that it was her that was now pushing my boundaries.

We had become firm friends too – mates. Our climbing became more of a social outing. If people didn’t know better they would label us as a couple. But for some reason, we had kept to our professional boundaries, so-to-speak.

And, as her nakedness flattened itself against the rock face, my boundaries were being pushed further and in a direction that I had not considered.

“Well?” she asked, turning towards me.

I stuttered, “climb when ready,” I announced. My eyes firmly fixed on the rounded curves of her bottom.

In a way, I couldn't wait until she was out of sight, half-way up the rock face to be precise. But, until then I would have to concentrate on keeping her safe and keeping my cock within my shorts out of its play zone.

Melissa started to climb. The first few steps were easy and controlled. Then, out of the blue, her left leg extended to the left finding a firm ridge-like foothold. Her right hand compensated for the move by twisting.

I had to look downwards. Her pussy was on full display and not that far from me, winking at me and glistening. I could almost smell her sex. I started to look around the rock face and eventually came to the conclusion that the move was not necessary. I smiled, biting my lip in the process and smiling.

Melissa swung her body towards her left side, pulling hard with her left hand until her right foot nearly touched her left. Her bottom wobbled. She continued upwards using the same motions with a kind of sexuality that I didn't think was possible. Placing the occasional safety devices into cracks and slipping her rope onto the carabiners attached to them.

Her moves were elegant, sexual, erotic, she more or less swayed herself up the rock face. She made me feel horny, but eventually, her bottom got smaller as she ascended a crack in the rock face, leaning back from the rock wall while her fingers and feet climbed along a diagonal line up to the next obstacle. She rounded it with ease and in no time the rope had played out and Melissa had set up a belay on a shelf about forty feet up. She made herself safe by using protection and tying herself onto it. She pulled the rope through her own belay until I felt it go tight on my harness.

“That’s me,” I shouted.

“Climb when ready,” she shouted back.

I started to climb and at first, choose an easier route than Melissa. I reached the crack and followed in her footsteps. My hand slipped on the rounded rock where the crack ended. I knew why that was, it was because I was thinking of her bottom wiggling as she swung her body earlier.

I had never thought of Melissa in a sexual way before. She was my next-door neighbour after all. Yes, we had had a great six months climbing together, but we were mates, climbing buddies.

I had to admit that she did have a gorgeous body and a nice arse to go with it.

I continued climbing, finally reaching the ledge that Melissa was sat upon. My hand angled over the edge and I pulled myself up looking down for my next foothold. Once I found it, I raised myself up and I looked towards her.

The sight that confronted me nearly made me lose my balance and fall backwards.

Melissa was sitting on the ledge, her legs apart, casually feeding the rope from left to right. Her pussy glistened in the sun. Her aroma was unmistakable. I wondered whether her casual belaying had allowed her to finger herself. It was then, while being face to face with her sex that I noticed it was smooth. Not a hair in sight. I closed my eyes for fear they would pop out of their sockets, but I could not help inhale her aroma despite the natural sweet scents that drifted on the breeze.

I must have been in that position all of thirty seconds, maybe more, staring at her. When I eventually looked into her eyes I was met with a smile.

“What kept you?” she asked.

My tongue must have been inches away from her succulence as I clambered, rather inelegantly onto the ledge.

I made myself safe, largely ignoring Melissa’s voluptuous body, but I had to ask the question as we readied for the second pitch.

“Why did you want to climb naked?”

“I thought it would be fun, exhilarating, the cool breeze on my breasts, between my thighs and the rock face, occasionally nibbling at my nipples.”

“And, does it feel good?”

“Fuck, yes!”

It was the first time I had heard her swear, in a sexual way that is. I fed the rope through my belay device until Melissa was tight and once more, ready to climb. As I pulled the rope I wondered how tight she really was. I brushed the thought aside.

“Ready for round two?” she said, turning to me.

I nodded. “Climb when ready,” I announced, watching her breasts wobble as she clutched the rock face. My gaze was immediately drawn to her bottom once more. I just couldn’t help it. There’s something reassuring about a wobbly bottom, the roundness, smoothness and of course, the feel.

I wanted to stop her. Slip my hand over it, my finger between her thighs and shove it deep inside her. It would have given me something to suck on as she climbed the second pitch, but she was my mate and it would have been presumptuous to think I could do that.

Melissa paused on the rock face just three feet off the ledge. I wondered if she was waiting for me to do just that. She set off again and as I looked up I could see my next dilemma only ten feet away.

I squeezed my cock as she lifted herself upwards at the same time as feeding the spare rope through the belay. With each naked move she made, my cock became more uncomfortable, more strained and my thoughts started to wander.

As she reached the crux; an overhang of rock blocking her upward movement, she reached into her pouch for some chalk. She placed a fair few pieces of protection which I didn't blame her for at all and clipped herself into them.

She just about hung from the slab of rock in front of her and with an elegant sweeping motion of her body, swung her leg over the side of the crux while pushing away from the main rock face with her left hand. Her right hand closely followed her leg and grasped the smooth rock on top.

I gulped, not at the difficulty of what she had done, but at the way her naked body was splayed open to the elements. The elements being the wind, the sun and my eyes. It was just as well my throbbing cock couldn’t see what she was doing.

Melissa hung there for what seemed like minutes but was only about twenty seconds. I couldn't take my eyes off her body. The thought of the head of my cock penetrating her didn’t enter my head, but I did wish that my tongue was much closer than it was. I think I would have given anything to have licked her to orgasm in that position. Her form, suspended from the rock on ropes, brought home the fragility of her position. I could only imagine the wind brushing past her pussy, grasping at her nipples causing her whole body to throb. It wouldn’t have been the same with me in that position with my cock and balls dangling wildly and uncontrollably between my legs.

As soon as she was splayed out like a grasping crab, she was gone, pulling herself over the crux before, once more, moving upwards.

She had left my direct line of sight at this point.

It was about ten more minutes before the rope went slack. I guessed she was tying herself off on some protection to allow me to follow in her footsteps.

I have to admit I wasn't looking forward to the crux. While Melissa had performed the moves rather elegantly, I knew I wouldn't.  I would have to use far more brute force to achieve the same effect.

I heard Melissa telling me to climb when ready and I tugged the rope to let her know that I was about to start off.

The crux did prove a problem for me and I was thankful that Melissa didn’t see me pull myself over it. The rest of the climb was fairly standard although in places there were very little handholds to speak of and with certain footholds I was relying more on friction from the soles of my shoes rather than anything else.

As I approached Melissa, I could see that she was on a thinner ledge than before and standing upright. The rope had piled over the edge of the belay and was looping itself back down to meet me, though she was doing her best to keep it away from the direction of my climb.

I couldn’t help but stare when I had the chance. The sight of the groove of her pussy leading to her tummy and then onto her breasts that dangled and shook with her movements called out to me. My cock grew, I couldn’t help it. Every so often I would have to concentrate on my moves but whenever I got the chance to look, my cock was affected by the sight before me.

As I got closer, all I could see was her smile. She seemed to be perpetually grinning at me as if she knew the effect she had on me.

The only route to where she was standing was through a v-shape in the rock that led directly onto the ledge.

I suddenly became aware that she had placed herself in a position that left me only one route towards her, and that would take my whole body straight up between her legs.

I edged onto the platform, pushing my body onto it with the help of my hands. As I lifted my head I suddenly became aware of her aroma once more as I stared directly into her shaven lips. I paused, deliberately for effect. I was breathing heavily and Melissa just stood there waiting for me to complete my move. She must have felt my breath on her, caressing her with every exhale and hopefully teasing her like she was teasing me. I stumbled forward but quickly recovered my position by placing my hand on the rock face behind her but not before my face collided with her soft flesh. I so desperately wanted to let my tongue lap over the smooth surface of her lips and delve into her wet sex. I could see it glistening and waiting to be touched. I could feel Melissa’s thoughts penetrate my mind; urging me onwards. I knew what she wanted and it was made evident by the way she stepped sideways to give me more room; her actions causing her pussy to open ever so slightly.

My dilemma was complete, and my actions followed the course of least embarrassment. I placed my hand on her harness and pulled myself upright, flattening my body to hers in the process.

Three things became apparent, all at the same time: Firstly, the initial look on her face was one of disappointment; secondly, the action of my body flattening towards hers caused my cock to press hard into her upper thigh and for her breasts to squash against my chest and thirdly, for the smile on her face to return when she realised my predicament.

She looked up into my eyes with that ’what now?’ look on her face. She was breathing as heavily as I was.

“It’s a tight spot, and that was a bit of a stiff climb,” she commented.

I nodded adding that I thought it would be hard for us to change lead climber and that I should probably start the final pitch. The stupid me kept our climb professional for now.

“I agree,” she replied, “it’s very hard indeed and a very difficult situation to get out of.”

It was my turn to smile. “I think I have a plan,” I replied.

I shimmied past Melissa to get on her left side and looked up at the remaining climb. My eyes glanced in her direction and I could see she was pensively looking down at the rope and readying it for the climb.

At that moment, I felt a tremendous amount of affection for her in a way that I had not done before, I loved how free she was, especially to strip naked in front of me. I loved her attitude to this particular climb and I think I even started to fall in love with her.

What had started out as a bit of fun for her had certainly taken an unexpected turn. I was in no doubt that she had set me up to tease me, arouse me and make me squirm in her naked presence. To some extent, she had succeeded.

I wondered what other fun she may have had on the rock face with the sun pounding on her exposed flesh and the wind whistling between grooves it would otherwise have had no reason to frequent.

“I’m ready when you are,” I announced.

“Climb when ready,” she replied, a little deflated.

I realised that my earlier inactions had taken the wind out of her sails but I firmly intended to put it back in.

I set off on the final pitch of our climb. It was a relatively easy climb to the summit for an E4 grade, with a few good handholds on the way up to the chimney which I scuttled up with no problems. I wondered how Melissa would cope with the manoeuvre with her bare bum scraping the rocks on one side while she walked against the opposing wall; hands pushing behind her for balance and support.

I carried on placing a few pertinent pieces of protection before I reached a shelf suitable for belaying Melissa. I readied myself and shouted below that I was making myself safe.

Melissa would have known anyway as the rope would have gone slack.

I eventually tied myself off with three safety knots onto three different pieces of protection and started to feed the slack rope through the belay until the rope went tight.

 “That’s me,” she shouted.

“Climb when ready,” I shouted back quickly.

I sat on the edge of the ledge and waited for Melissa to appear with a large grin on my face; feeding the spare rope through the belay and keeping her on a tight rope all the way up the climb.

I watched as she came into view. I couldn't help but suppress a giggle as I saw, first her breasts clinging to the rock face and then her bottom poking out as she manoeuvred around a slight outward curve of the route she was taking.

I kept her on a tight rope, too tight for Melissa’s liking, which caused her to look up.

At last, I had her attention. She toppled backwards, swinging like a barn door. Her only contact with the rock was her right hand that was jammed into a crack that propagated upwards to where I was sitting. Nevertheless, the rope went tight and I had to lock it off to protect her from falling. I let her recover as I watched her breasts wobble until she's finally stabilised herself against the rock face once more.

Melissa looked up at me and grinned; biting her lip in the process. She reached up to the next hold and positioned her foot so that she could push upwards. In three more moves, her hand was on the ledge brushing against my outer thigh. She rose upwards until her face was just beneath my semi-rigid cock that was struggling to point downwards.

She smiled broadly when she noticed that I had removed my shorts and pants and was sitting on the ledge half-naked. The one thing you shouldn’t do on a climb is to remove your harness, but needs must as they say.

I pulled the rope tighter, she took another step upwards before I tied a half-hitch from her side of the rope onto a carabiner that I had placed on the end of a well-protected sling and clipped the other carabiner onto her belt. Melissa was essentially tied off and made safe by the time her tongue licked its way over my balls and up the side of my stiffening cock. I let out a loud sigh when her lips curled over the head and started to engulf it.

Melissa slipped her mouth down on it while perched on the side of a hundred-foot drop. Her hands-on either side of my thighs just stabilising her, her legs pushing her bottom away from the cliff to give her height and the tight rope that I had tied her off with, stabilised her body while she bobbed on my cock.

The only thing stopping us both from falling were the three pieces of protection I had put in the rock face behind me that was secured by rope to my own harness and to hers. It looked thrilling, her mouth was certainly thrilling and the most thrilling part was that she never hesitated.

It’s true what they say about older women, boy, can they suck cock. Melissa was spread-eagled on the side of a cliff and she sucked cock like she was in the safety of her own bed.

 I had placed my hands behind me and was busy pushing my bottom off the ledge; forcing my cock deeper down her throat and pushing her backwards off the rock face. Melissa let it slip down her throat as much as she could, bobbing on it when she pushed off with her hands until I could take no more.

I told her I was about to come, not knowing whether she did or didn't. I thought I would give her the option to decide for herself.

I was so pleased when she pushed her mouth down harder before wrapping her left hand on the base of my shaft with her mouth and simultaneously sucking on my engorged head; waiting patiently for her prize.

She definitely got her prize and lots more besides. My climax exploded upon her and it seemed I couldn't stop coming for ages. Spunk slipped from her mouth onto her chin and she eventually had to abandon my cock in order to swallow. It wasn’t long before her mouth was back down on it in order to gather more of the same.

After cleaning my cock, Melissa gasped for air and looked up into my eyes. Her breathing was laboured and probably something to do with the climb, It was, after all, a stiff climb.

“I thought I had misread you, that you weren't interested,” she said, wiping my spunk from the corner of her mouth with her finger and pushing it back onto her tongue.

“You are something else, lady,” I replied, “naked climbing, teasing, and goodness knows what else. And then you suck my cock on the final pitch, what are you like, eh?”

“I have a confession to make -” she started, “that second pitch, I...I wasn't exactly looking out for you like I should have been.”

“What do you mean?” I questioned.

“Well, I was masturbating while you were struggling with that crux move, I tied you off for a while and started fingering myself, brought myself off just strumming it with my fingers,” she sighed.

I started to say something but was cut off.

“Well – you were taking such a long time about it,” she added, shrugging her shoulders.

I had to smile.

I eventually let her climb onto the ledge with her pussy inches away from my face as she strode over me to safety. We eventually put our clothes on to descend a gully and recover the rest of our kit which we left at the base of the climb. Melissa had brought some shorts and a t-shirt with her in a small bag attached to her harness and I had only to slip my shorts back on.

My hand grasped her buttocks while she pulled her shorts on and my finger finally slipped between her sodden lips.

“This is mine later,” I told her.

“I know,” she said in a soft voice, nodding. It was all she needed to say.

We talked about the technical challenges of the climb on the way down and I wondered whether we should change the grading possibly from E4 to O2. After all, it did give us two orgasms, not to mention change our relationship altogether.

I watched her descend the last few feet back to where we started and felt that I was more than happy with the change of circumstances. I reckoned Melissa was too.