(reprise)
The Climb
IN THE COOL ALPINE air her pert breasts jiggled as she walked, and the freshness of the mountain path made her nipples press seductively against her tight cotton T-shirt.
She looked over at him and smiled as they hiked their way towards that mountain inn she had told him about and, as she marched purposefully on, he felt she must know that he was aroused by her energetic movement. She must surely feel the swell and pride of those breasts pushing his restraint to the limit.
She would know that below he could feel an unavoidable appreciation of her youth and appeal force its way towards revelation, and he bent slightly, labouring up the incline bordered by myriad wild Alpine flowers.
The sky was azure and clear, and the air was so fresh it almost hurt his lungs as he gasped for his breaths from the effort.
She looked at him again, and softened to his discomfort by halting at a large boulder sitting at the side of the path. It must have been there for years, and it had provided a welcome resting spot for the weary hikers who, having almost conquered their mountain, would be in need of a catch one's breath
pause.
She slung the backpack from around her shoulders and, as she set it down, the movement once again drew the material tantalizingly tight against her breasts, highlighting the outline of her nipples.
She felt him look, and she raised her arms to run her hands through her softly wavy hair, knowing that the very movement was inflaming his desire mercilessly.
His eyes looked on with a pleading that she recognized clearly for what it was.
She stretched, arching her back to loosen the tightness from her slim, taut torso after their climb, offering him no respite from the torment she knew him to be suffering.
"It's a great view once
