Kiss Pass Tradition

[GreenLight 8]

I still wear a frap hat...

My first kiss pass came from the ugliest skydiver in history... So ugly in fact that his nic name is none other than Grouper.... Geeesh. As if the kiss pass wasn't bad enough, it was followed by my first malfunction and this was on my 37th jump. The beer was flowing that day I can tell you....

Green Light
"Harry, why did you land all the way out there? Nobody else landed out there."
"Your statement answered your question."

[zoobrothertom 5]

Yep, kiss passes don't happen as often nowadays.

Of my many kisses, one of the most memorable was over Lauterbrunen, Switzerland in 1990. After jumping on the slopes and skiing all day, we loaded up to jump back into the valley. A cute German girl and I were going to freefly the base for a 4 way. We exited at about 10K over the valley and immediately hooked up. At that point, she pulled me in and we started some serious spit swapping! Pulled in so tight, we were smoking! Despite having exited with us, the other 2 jumpers didn't catch us until about 6K when they forceably broke our grips!

On the ground, my wife asked my why it took the other jumpers so long to catch us....

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I'm back in the USA!!

[Sletzer 3]

I'm happy to announce that my first kiss pass was with a twenty-something lady, and it was last Friday! (You know who you are). At first when I started to pull her in she just looked at me, then she realised what was going on and a big grin spread across her face, followed by her puckering up. She even leaned in halfway to meet.

Anyway, I didn't even think about it, it just kinda happened.

No old man kisses here. Btw, if that happens in freefall they'll have to try and land with a broken nose

I will be kissing hands and shaking babies all afternoon. Thanks for all your support! *bows*

SCS #8251

[Trae 1]

in reply to "Was wondering what the history of the kiss pass is?"
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Not sure who had the first kiss ever in freefall ????

At 18yrs I had my first kiss pass, thankfully with a very attractive female what I had a bit of a crush on.
I couldn't believe it when she quite forcefully stuck her tongue in my mouth and wriggled around for a micro-second or 359+.
Time slowed down for me, I lost full height awareness and under canopy I can remember wondering what her boyfriend ( who was on the 8way national team ) would think.
I sort of falled in love as much as an 18 year old can.

Since then many loverly kiss passes with cherub like beauties.
On more than one occassion i was sure it was a case of mistaken identity.( why did ythey run away on the ground??)
Some girls (ok ladies ) used to pride themselves on being good for a quick swoop over and kiss while no-one was looking or if the dive went to shyte.

Last kiss passes were with my long term pardner who came along for some beautifully memorable sunset tandems .... sigh

[Baksteen 84]

Full faces didn't kill off kiss passes - one just needs to be a lying (SO)B nowadays.

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It was to be the first time I exited as floater from a C182. Sabeth, a friend of mine, volunteered to Jumpmaster the load, and asked my fellow student and myself to accompany her. To my surprise, she wasn’t wearing her usual full face helmet, only some yellow goggles. Seeing my questioningly raised eyebrows, she explained that a full face limits communication, and seeing how this is the first time our pilot is flying skydivers she wants to take the surest way.
I nodded, but didn’t understand why she wasn’t wearing an open student’s helmet instead, but since she’s got her C-licence I assumed that she knew what she was doing.
The plan was that my fellow student was going to do a CP from 3500 feet.
My lovely jumpmaster and I were to continue to 6000 feet to make a linked exit. Unfortunately, we couldn’t get any higher than six because of the (near) overcast at that altitude.
The new pilot radioed to flight traffic control that he was going to fly two loads of skydivers, one to 3.5, and one to 6. He meant of course that he was going to fly one load with two different exit altitudes, but his instructor didn’t bother to correct him.
“We’ll let him do that himself - during the ascent,” he told us with a grin.

After my fellow student exited we all saw the clouds rapidly getting closer, and the two pilots doubted that we'd make it to six thousand feet.
In the relative silence now that the wind was no longer howling into the small aircraft, Sabeth told me that we were going to do a linked exit even if we had to get out at 5000 or 4000 ft, but in that case I must pull after ten seconds, no matter what happened.
I nodded, but prayed that we get at least 5000 ft. - I like a generous safety margin.
I knew that I would definitely be alright, what with having to dump after ten seconds and all, but Sabeth still had to turn and track away. OK - she is an experienced skydiver, but still...

Whoever was Up There apparently listened to my prayers, for at 5000 ft. the wings of the aircraft barely even brushed the cloud base.
The door opened once more, and Sabeth looked outside to spot.
On her cue, I climbed out onto the step and changed my left handhold from the handlebar to the left side of the doorframe.

I remember thinking beforehand, 'Won’t the wind bother you then?'
Now I found out the answer to my silent question which turned out to be:
Yes. Quite.

As I switched handholds, I nearly fell backwards off the step, and windmilled my left arm to regain stability. In doing so I felt my elbow bouncing off something, but when I looked at Sabeth in horror, she seemed to be intent on getting in position and didn’t react, so I concluded that I had hit the airplane somehow (Later she told me that I hit her so hard in the head that she was glad it was still attached, and how she was busy counting stars for a few seconds).

I grabbed hold of the doorframe as planned and she took my grips and shook them to signal she was ready for exit.
I cued ready-set-go, and we made a decent exit.
Sabeth looked at me cross-eyed*, and I stuck out my tongue and shook my head.
While doing so I noticed something “strange” in her body language, so I stopped and timidly looked at her. Was I doing something wrong?
She came closer.
A kiss-pass, I realised suddenly with a sharp intake of breath. I'd heard about them, but was a little hazy on the exact details so to speak.
So I turned my cheek towards her to receive my kiss and when she stayed close I turned my head and closed my eyes to reciprocate only to open them again, wide with shock as I found myself kissing her smack on the lips! I froze and stared at her, but she was looking away, and already accelerating backwards and downwards. Then she looked up at me.
I snapped out of it realising I had to pull, and did so.

After I landed, I had a great deal of difficulty in getting my parachute under control – I was dragged several metres, and the instructor on duty had to help me getting the parachute finally to the ground, though he calmly waited with folded arms and some distance away until the cowpats had stopped flying. Timidly, I walked to the van, where Sabeth was talking to a fellow instructor.
As I approached, I was just in time to hear her say “..and Dennis decently turns his cheek towards you, but I was like, I don’t think so!”
Then, turning towards me, she asked “Did I startle you very badly? For I even had to signal you to pull.”
I swear to god I never saw it in my relief that she was actually grinning up at me... I can be a little naive sometimes with things like this.



*for fun. She doesn't normally, and neither had it anything to do with me hitting her.

"That formation-stuff in freefall is just fun and games but with an open parachute it's starting to sound like, you know, an extreme sport."
~mom

[Bsquared 1]

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Got a tonguer from French Quarter Alan Langhoff.....so nasty I wanted to go in!

Off topic, but was Alan's nightclub on the "wrong side of the tracks" down in New Orleans called the Dream Palace? I remember being there during Mardi Gras and seeing some verrrrrry strange things.

[jonstark 8]

Alan's "Dream Palace" was just up the street from a streetcar named Desire. Anyone who frequented the Scream Palace saw strange things for sure. You had to be able to hang with the best to make it there.

jon