Cynthia was excited for her first rock climbing trip. The boys in her gym had arranged a day of outdoor climbing at state park just north of the city. She had been climbing for a year with the same group of friends at their indoor gym. She couldn’t wait to show her skills on the rock face, and, added bonus, this was the perfect opportunity to steal a moment with Chaz.
They decided to carpool in two cars. It was a beautifully mild spring day. Cynthia wore a zip up hoodie over a skimpy, crossback strap sports bra. She was wearing capri-style work out pants that hugged her apple-tight ass. She had short straight brown hair in a pixie cut. She was older than the other climbers by a decade, but her sculpted shoulder and arms made her blend in. Kellie, the only other girl, was a force of youthful energy. Although Cynthia was friendly with her, she did not the easy conversation she had with the boys. Cynthia was in her mid-thirties. The four boys and Kelly were in there early twenties. It made Cynthia feel like the mom of the group.