The Long Climb (Part I) corrected

It wasn't a dark and stormy night, nor was it a clear blue 22 morning. The air was heavy with rain on its mind and mostly cloudy with the occasional stray gray cloud reaching down to kiss some poor unfortunate person caught without some rain gear. As Ben sat quietly awaiting his turn to enter the Tram, he noticed the absence of people around. Scared off by the haunting of impending rain/snow? No matter; this was the only day available to him prior to departing on his flight the next day. It was towards the end of this thought when it seemed like the heavens parted and an angel materialized beside him. Another women, in her mid to late 30s, wearing a yellow sundress that halted just before her knees, found herself in line with him. The only two, as they waited for the Tram to carry them up the long climb. Her bosom boasted a magnificent 34C and her hair draped over the delicate skin of her shoulders down to just about mid back. The maple glow of her hair was mesmerizing and her eyes appeared to radiate a vibrant ice blue with a twinge of gray. Ben found himself awestruck, hypnotized by the rise and fall of her breasts; a unicorn standing beside him. As her eyes passed to him, she smiled while Ben immediately glanced away. Seemingly saved by the arrival of the Tram, but his package downstairs betrayed him. They both entered the Tram; Ben nervously awaiting someone, anyone, to join them; help did not arrive. The unconcerned elderly lady closed the Tram doors and the two began their ascent across the heavy foliage of the valley of green. The glass cage moved further and further away from the ground. Ben's only thought was any lucky person on the ground could easily view straight up this goddess's dress and behold the glorious beauty contained within. The Tram passed another empty Tram going down towards their start point when all of a sudden theirs screamed to a sudden stop. The diety in the sundress slid from her seat on to the glass floor. Her dress flailing up as she came to rest in the corner. Ben immediately jumped to his feet and rushed to her side, initially unconcerned about the immaculant view he can now behold. "Are you alright Miss?" He inquired as she slowly regained her wits. "Yes," she stammered as she propped herself up. Ben, then, glanced down. She wore matching yellow lace panties that caressed what appeared to be a shaven pussy. The skin of her "lips" as perfect as the rest of her body. His glance was short lived as she hurried to lower her dress. She carefully moved to her feet, to not as to expose any more of her delicious flesh and sat back down. Hours seemed to have passed as they sat together silently, when in reality it had been 37 seconds. "Thank you," she demolished the void of speech. Her face, rosey in embarrassment as she relived her panties exhibition. "You're quite welcome," Ben replied with a half creepy smirk on his face. She glanced down at the hem of her dress, smiling as she played with the fabric in her small dainty fingers. "I'm Benjamin," Ben blurted out disjointedly as he shifted uneasy in his seat. "Angela," she replied playing with a lock of her maple hair. "Nice to meet you!" They responded in unison. A small chuckle emmanated from them and the Tram went quiet again. The wind outside, restless, battered against the Tram almost as if demanding it be let in. The Tram viciously swayed from side to side. Angela leaped over to Ben, grasping him for dear life. Ben slowly returned the embrace as she quaked. "I thought it was going to fall this time," she exclaimed as her aroma of mulberry started to fill the Tram. A hidden scent also captured Ben's senses, elusive, but there. "I'm sure it's fine; maybe a malfunction due to all this wind." She glanced into his eyes as he spoke. He, in turn, looked back into hers. Lightning seemed to rain down around them as they gazed into each other's souls. Sparks jumped wildly off of the Tram and to the forest over 100 feet below. The air became dense, hard to breathe as their hearts began to race; hers from excitement, his from the surrealism of his situation. A force seemed to draw their lips together, one they did not fight, one that paralyzed them both deep within. Angela's panties became wet with desire, with lust as Ben grew hard within his jeans. Their eyelids slowly began to fall, as their lips, inches apart, grew closer. Ben's cock, slowly rose from in between the rim of his underwear and silkiness of his chocolate skin. His black silk boxer briefs failed to contain his excitement. Angela's body shuddered as her lips came within one inch of his. A trickle of cum pooled under her, soaking the bottom part of her dress. The aroma of passion danced with the scent of mulberry in the air. Finally, their lips touched and everything went black...