3 – Go Fly a Kite

Then, as suddenly as it appeared, the grey mist evaporates, the vortex dissipates and the flying objects disappear.
Leaving Alice floating, rather miraculously, in clear blue sky.
“Oh, dear,” sighs Alice, for the peculiar feeling of her stomach dropping away under her has been replaced by the feeling of her stomach wanting to remain floating in the clear, blue sky as the rest of her starts to drop back to earth.
But the expected exhilaration of a plummeting return to earth fails to materialise. And instead, once again in direct volition of the known laws of physics, rather than falling at terminal velocity to a certain death, she floats softly, slowly, like a leaf, gently to the ground.
She lands on her bottom with a soft bump, leaving her sitting in the middle of a dirt track in the middle of open countryside.
Alice takes a long look around her.
Behind her is a high stone wall that stretches uninterrupted in both directions as far as the eye can see. In front of her is a patchwork of meadows and hedgerows meandering over softly rolling hills. She is sitting in the middle of a dirt track, little more than two parallel ruts, with a thick ribbon of grass between them.
She climbs to her feet and brushes brown dust from her too short skirt. Experimentally she tugs on the hem to see if she can pull it down a little more. But there is still no give in it.
In the distance she hears a man humming a tuneless song.
She looks up the track, but sees no one.
She looks down the track, but can still see no one.
She turns to look up the track once more and jumps two feet into the air, a little shriek escaping her lips. For there, almost directly on top of her, is the man in the pinstriped suit and bowler hat that she last met in the long corridor.
“I’m sorry,” the man smiles. “Did I startle you?”
“Well…” Alice feels her heart pounding in her chest. “… yes … a little.” Alice fights to compose herself. “It’s OK through.”
The man’s smile broadens, “I am glad to hear it.”
Alice can not think of anything to say. In fact Alice can not think of anything at all except the pounding of her heart in her chest as she stands so close to this man.
“I saw you flying your kite,” the man continues.
Alice wanted to say that it was not her kite, but belonged to two boys.
“And then I saw you when you decided to go flying yourself.”
Alice remembers the sensation of being sucked up into the air and once again feels that sinking feeling in her stomach.
“You were very graceful as you floated through the air.”
Alice can feel those goose bumps returning to her skin.
“Your directional and attitudinal control was excellent within the turbulence of that vortex.”
Alice feels a flush across her neck and chest.
“Through your landing could do with some more work,” he glances down at her dusty skirt.
Alice is immediately aware on just how much of her legs are exposed by her miniaturised skirt.
The man leans a little to the side and takes a long look at Alice’s bottom.
Alice simultaneously wants to slap his face and to flip up her skirt to show him her bare bottie, but remains frozen by his presence.
“Do you go flying often?” the man looks back at her face.
Alice is startled by the question. “Go flying?” she thinks. “Often?” she frowns.
The man just smiles at her confusion.
“What on earth do you mean?” she looks up at the man. “People can’t fly.”
“Well…” the man seems taken aback for a moment. “You were flying just a few moments ago.”
“No I wasn’t,” states Alice.
The man raises his eyebrows.
“I was falling,” states Alice. “Or rather …” Alice remembers how slowly she fell. “… rather… I was floating.”
The man says nothing.
“Either way,” Alice pulls herself together. “I was not flying. People can’t fly.”
“Why not?” asks the man.
Alice fights to find an answer to a question that obviously should never need to be asked, then exclaims in a sudden burst of clarity. “It would be in direct violation of all the know laws of physics.”
“Know by whom?” the man tilts his head.
“What?” Alice shakes her head as confusion returns.
“Which laws of physics?” the man asks patiently, “Know by whom?”
“The laws that everybody knows,” Alice states, somewhat unsure herself now. “The laws that everybody everywhere experiences every day of their lives.”
The man smiles, “Like you just experienced flying.”
“Err…” Alice is stumped, “Oh…”
“Well I guess you’re not in Kansas anymore,” the man smiles.
“What?” Alice looks bemusedly at him.
The man waits a few moments, then nods his head to Alice, “Well, I’m afraid that I must take my leave now. I am way behind schedule, my to-do lists are over flowing and I am sure to be late for the Queen’s constitutional.”
“OK,” Alice manages to say, though she is no longer sure that anything is in the least bit OK.
Once again the man bends forward. Once again Alice believes he is performing a low bow. But once again he instead lifts the hem of Alice’s very short skirt.
“Oh, my,” he sighs.
Alice stands totally frozen as he looks at her naked pussy.
The man licks his lips, then runs the tip of his finger the length of her slit.
A surge of electricity sparks through Alice’s body. Her knees give way and she falls backwards onto her bottom, legs spread wide, her skirt flying up onto her stomach; displaying herself to the man as her cunny spasms.
“My,” he shakes his head slowly, a soft smile on his face, “but you are too easy.”
Alice lies there, all flushed and out of breath, legs spread wide and skirt flipped up.
The man takes one long, slow look at her, then hurriedly pulls himself together.
“Well, onwards and upwards,” he tares his eyes from her. “Progress, efficiency, results!”
And with that he turns on his heels and hurries down the path; which soon disappears around a corner and into a thick clump of trees.
Alice lies on the ground, in a daze, for a few moments before a spark of anger flares in her brain.
“I’ll be damned if I’m going to let him get away with that a second time,” she jumps to her feet and without even the hint of a glance over her shoulder she heedlessly runs down the path, around the corner and into the thick clump of trees.
The two boys, who have climbed to the top of the high wall that surrounds their garden to see where their kite has gotten to, gaze longingly after her.
“Nice ass,” observes the dark haired boy.
“Very, very nice ass,” agrees the blond.

Chapter 4 – Darkened Rooms