Badass - Episode 12

Two girls pack themselves into an Ultra-Lite and climb until the world shrinks. The little engine rattles their bones, wind whipping hair across flushed cheeks. Up there, above everything, one reaches back and tugs the other’s shirt open so bare breasts greet the thin air. Fingers slip between thighs while the propeller drones on, keeping them both suspended and shaking. Later they’re on the water, rods bent, the sea flat and hot. Sweat runs down their backs. One reels in a fish while the other kneels behind her, tongue tracing the small of her back and sliding lower until it parts her cheeks and finds her open. The fish flops on deck, forgotten, until a second rod bends and the catch is finally pulled aboard with trembling hands. At the end of the day they stand on a snowy ridge, boards strapped to naked feet. Skin tightens in the cold, nipples drawn tight. They drop in together, bodies carving white powder, breath sharp, laughter mixing with the rush. Every turn sends a sting of ice across their exposed skin and a jolt of heat through their cores. They race until legs burn and they tumble into a drift, rolling and grinding together until the snow melts beneath them.