0 comments/ 14568 views/ 1 favorites Whistler By: Valet of Roissy Chapter 1 She raced around her bedroom one last time, trying to be sure she packed everything he'd told her to bring, which wasn't much really. Her heart was racing and she felt nervous about finally seeing him. They'd known one another on-line for more than six months, and had gotten to know each other quite well, but this was to be their first time meeting in person. She took a deep breath and glanced at the clock – five minutes until he arrived. She sat down on the edge of the bed next to her hastily filled backpack and grabbed her hiking boots. No sooner had she put them on and laced them up tight than she heard a horn honking downstairs in the driveway. She stood before her full-length mirror and gave herself a once over, making sure everything was just right. She tried wearing no make-up, just as he'd asked, but decided to cheat a bit and had put on just a touch of eyeliner and mascara to accentuate her catlike eyes, plus a healthy bit of lip gloss. Her hair had been tied in a ponytail and pulled through the cap she wore, which proudly promoted her favorite hockey team. She reached up and pulled a few strands down to frame her lovely face, her dark eyes turning up at the corners, hinting at her oriental lineage. She adjusted her white tank top a bit then tucked it more tightly into her very brief denim shorts, so that it stretched snuggly over her abs and breasts. They weren't all that large, but they were very nicely shaped. What they wanted in size was more than compensated for by her large nipples, which she noticed were mildly erect. The lack of a bra was her touch to the attire, and the darker color of her areolas was faintly visible through the thin fabric. She tugged here and there at the legs of her shorts. Her mother would kill her if she saw her wearing them, she thought, but as she turned and looked at how nicely they showed off her tight butt, she smiled. The long hours on the stair climber this summer had really paid off, she realized, as her gaze continued down along her tone and tan legs. She'd always considered herself an attractive girl, but she smiled comfortably as she now looked at herself more as a very exotic, sexy woman. This was something he'd helped her to do since they'd met, this self-appreciation, and she felt certain he'd feel the same when he finally saw her. Her sultry grin faded as another car horn sounded and she wheeled around, grabbed her bag and keys then made for the door. At the bottom of the stairs, her eyes finally met his. Dark and mysterious, just as in the pictures they'd shared, but something that had been missing in them was undeniably there now. She felt lost for a fleeting moment while he stood there smiling at her, but broke in her own grin as he stretched his arms wide, gesturing for a hug. She dropped her bag and jumped the short distance between them, wrapped her arms tightly around him and buried her face in his heavy chest. She knew he was tall, but was still a little overwhelmed by his size as she craned her neck up to look at him again. "Welcome to Vancouver!" she beamed. His smile had not yet broken and he stooped a bit as he lifted her up, bringing their lips together. He could tell a lot about a woman from her kiss, and as theirs deepened, the reservations he'd had about dating someone he'd met online, much less flying 2000 miles to meet her quickly melted away and he knew this was going to be a memorable weekend. Her lips were full and moist, just the right thickness, and she used them to suck around his. Her tongue was rough and slightly forceful, so he let her take over the kiss, relishing in the knowledge that he'd have his hands full with this one. He held her tightly, her breasts pressed to his chest, nipples hardening with excitement as he lost himself in the moment. She pulled away and looked at him wide-eyed. "I've wanted to do that for so long," she said, biting her lower lip sheepishly. "Well, fortunately, we have all weekend alone to do nothing but that, if you wish," he replied honestly, "though I do have a few things planned in the event you get bored. Hop in." He helped her up into the lifted and heavily modified Land Cruiser he'd borrowed from a close friend who lived down in Seattle, throwing her pack in with the other supplies organized in the back of the rig. "Getting right into the bondage, I see," she mused as she fiddled with the funny seatbelts. He smiled as he taught her how to fit into the five-point restraint, taking his time both so he knew she could do it on her own as well as because he was extremely turned on. His desire for her had gradually increased since they'd met. In fact, the five-hour flight to Seattle was spent shifting around in his chair as his cock had pretty much turned to stone since they'd started planning this trip a month ago. She was, after all, his fantasy woman come to life. With both American and Asian parents, she'd been gifted with the best features of both and, so far as he could tell, none of the drawbacks from either. Her body was just as he'd imagined, but here in the flesh... warm, tan, smooth flesh... she was having quite the effect on him. The back of his hand brushed her inner thigh as he brought the center strap up through her crotch and his erection pulsed madly. Fortunately, the rocker guards were high enough to conceal his obvious bulge and he continued his lesson on the how's and why's of the harness and various other safety features of the rig until he had calmed down enough to walk around to the driver side without a limp. He hoisted himself in and repeated the buckling ritual, then started up the truck. Glancing at his gorgeous new passenger he quipped, "Let the adventure begin!" and with that, they were rolling. Chapter 2 You could not have asked for better weather. In fact, the whole of the Pacific Northwest had been graced with a rather mild summer. Just enough precipitation to keep the fire risk low, but not so much that the trails would be a mud fest. "So what's the plan, man?" she asked as she watched Vancouver drift by the open cockpit of the rig. They were headed north towards the mountains and she already knew they were going camping for the weekend, but the rest he'd kept shrouded in a bit of mystery. "Whistler. Well, near Whistler, anyway. I know about some old logging trails up there, some of them older than either of us, in fact. I had to get permission to access them from a private landowner, but as it turned out, my buddy who's truck we're using is a good friend of his. Anyway, it roughly works out to around 150 square miles of private forest." He glanced at her as he talked. She had her sunglasses on now, and looked so delicious he could hardly stand it. She was smiling freely at him as he spoke. "It gets better. He emailed me a program that I loaded into the GPS unit there on the dash that maps the whole place out, so getting to it and around it will be a cinch. And get this... he's letting us use his hunting cabin while we're there!" "That is so awesome!" she squealed. "Wow... I'm so excited... I can hardly wait! I'd lean over and kiss you right now if it weren't for these damn seatbelts." She truly was happy. She loved the great outdoors and of course she knew where Whistler was, had even skied there on occasion. But the idea of camping in a tent out in the open, with the bears and whatever else was lurking out there, well that idea had taken some getting used to. But now with the cabin, she felt much more relaxed. The sun beamed down on her naturally brown skin, tanning it deeper as the wind blew her ponytail around. The rush of the city was behind them and the green of the foothills surrounded them completely. It was mid-afternoon on a Friday, so they were well ahead of the rush, and save for the occasional eighteen-wheeler, the highway was all theirs. For his part, he was trying hard just to keep his eyes on the road. He'd been thinking of this vacation all month, but really the fantasy this woman embodied went back more than a decade. Her skin was glowing as she sat nearly spread-eagle in the seat beside him, one foot in the cutout for the removable doors, the other knee resting against his hand draped over the stick shift. He took the hint and cupped her kneecap, noting again how warm and smooth her skin was. Her breasts were exactly the right size for him and looked as if they could fill his large hands perfectly. The wind ripping through the cab rustled her shirt and this friction, combined with the cooler air of the higher altitude, was making her nipples jut nicely against the fabric. But more than all this, she was just so damn beautiful, both physically and mentally. Her personality was warm, her smile contagious, and her sexual appetite voracious. He watched her as she took in the scenery breezing by and felt his heart swell a bit. It was a shame they hadn't met each other before they had each entered their committed relationships. Of course, she would only have been in her mid-teens at that time in his life, but just before his mind started to analyze this factoid, he remembered they'd promised one another to live in the moment while they were together and not to worry about any aspect of their lives back home. Another glance over his shoulder caught her looking straight at him, her smile broadening. "Where were you just now, mister?" she asked. "Uhhh... sorry... daydreaming I guess. Are you comfortable? Not too cool, I hope?" he asked, nodding towards her hardened nipples. "It'll only take a few minutes to pop the doors on and raise the top. Here, let me turn on the heater. At least your toes will be warm." "Thanks. But I'm not really cold... just... excited," she answered with a secret smile. She shuddered a bit as his hand fell down along the inside of her thigh until his pinky was resting against the hem of her shorts. To finally feel his strong hands on her skin was making her so excited. She shifted so she was facing him more, scootching down a bit in her seat and forcing his hand closer to her sex. He could feel her warmth there, through both her denim shorts and the nylon of the restraint... and even with the cool wind buffeting through the cab, he felt his own passion rising. He started running his fingers up and down along her skin, his pinky sneaking past the edge of her shorts. Moist, bare flesh met him just inside and he wondered if the shave was complete or not. She watched his face as this realization hit home and giggled playfully as he turned to look at her, his thick eyebrows raised inquisitively. "I can't let you have all the answers yet now, can I?" she asked. "Fair's fair, I suppose. Anything else I should know about?" he asked. "Well, you already know about these," she said, reaching up and cupping her breasts. Her tiny, slender fingers tweaked at her swollen nipples as she looked over the top of her sunglasses at him, lips parted and wet. She let out a low moan as he worked a finger deeper against her slippery labia. Just as he was about to pull off the road, the sudden rush of a semi roaring past and honking it's horn brought them both out of their escapade and their initial apprehension melted into mutual laughter as they realized what the scene must have looked like. "Guess that'll be a story for the guys at the diner," she laughed. He agreed and withdrew his hand, bringing his shiny finger to his mouth and sucking her wetness off it. "Mmmm... I'm suddenly very hungry. How 'bout you?" he asked, only half sarcastically as he realized that it had been several hours since his last meal. "Ohhh... I'd love to get something in my mouth," she toyed. "Cut it out – you know what I mean. Want me to stop and get us something?" "Nah, let's just keep going. We've got to be getting close. Whistler in only 60 kilometers farther up the road. Besides, it's getting late enough to wait for dinner anyway." Her rationale was sound, and it was probably time to pay a little more attention to the navigation. He reached up and flicked on the GPS unit and took in a bit of the beautiful foothill scenery while waiting for it to patch in to the nearest satellite. The sky here was a much deeper blue than that of his home, made even more so by the starkly contrasting shades of evergreen poking up into it. Even the brown of the soil and dry pine needles was far richer than those he was accustomed to. "Pretty, isn't it?" she asked him, seemingly reading his thoughts. He looked back at her, his gaze slowly falling down her body. "Breathtaking," he replied. "Such a charmer, you silly man," she giggled. Just then a beep sounded from the GPS unit confirming a signal. "Ah, let's see where we are," she said, reaching up and popping the device from its cradle. "Know how to work one of those things?" he asked, already impressed. "Yes. It's the first thing they teach us in finishing school," she joked. "Looks like the turn off is just up the road about 7 kilometers, to the right." She gestured in the general direction then brought her hand back to twist at the stray strand of hair hanging from under her cap. Like her skin, her hair was silky and smooth. It was naturally a shiny jet black, but she'd had some mild highlights put in at the beginning of the summer, and it was one of these lighter strands she now toyed with. He caught himself smiling as he watched her and continued to grin until they arrived at the turnoff sign, at which point another tone sounded from the GPS. He let off the accelerator and the howl of the heavy-treaded tires dropped to a low roar as they exited from the highway. A sign was posted by a dirt trail that abutted the access road 100 yards or so later, warning that they were entering private property. Staring down the road, he gently spoke. "Last chance to run. Once we're in here, we'll be out of contact with the rest of the world for the next couple days. You ready to do this?" he asked. "Are you gonna talk all day, or drive, mister?" she teased. He noticed that she'd untucked her tank top and tied the bottom portion into a knot behind her, so that it was snug under her breasts and revealed more of her tan skin, as well as showed of her subtly defined abs. "Eyes on the road! Go on, now," she said, pointing forwards, trying to mock a scolding look, but failing miserably. "Aye-aye, cap'n!" he saluted, then kicked the rig into gear and stepped heavily into the gas. The rear wheels spun up a rooster tail of dirt as they launched forward, throwing her head back into the molded seat. "Yahoo!" he heard her scream as she playfully yanked her cap off, waving it in the air as they accelerated into the wilderness. Chapter 3 Shortly thereafter, he slowed down as the trail narrowed and started to get rutty, and after a few twisting miles they came to a locked cattle crossing. He stopped the Cruiser and hit the release switch on the harness, stepping down and out of his seat. "Read me the file name along the top of the screen there, would you please, ma'am?" he asked as he squatted at the lock and chain. She read off the series of numbers from the GPS unit and with a little twisting and a hard yank, the heavy combo lock snapped open. He dragged the swinging gate forward then walked back and joined her again in the truck, idling forward and parking on the other side. He reversed the procedure and when he climbed back in, something about the whole process hit home. Here they were, finally, the rest of the world locked out on the other side of that gate. Just the two of them, lovers long in waiting. With a hurried look in his eyes, he leaned across the center console and gave her a much-anticipated kiss. His left hand slipped behind her neck pulling her closer, deeper into his lips. His fingertips pressed into her soft hair at the base of her skull, as his tongue found hers and began to dance. She strained against the harness, wanting to press her body against his, but couldn't budge. She reached up to squeeze his wrist and forearm, her other arm bending against his chest, her hand searching for his nipple... finding it... pinching it. As he sucked at her mouth and tongue, his own hand dropped down over her collarbone to her breast, weighing it gently in his palm... tenderly, but with certainty, just as he'd often described to her during their many cyber-moments. Together, their moans drowned out the low drone of the idling engine. As his fingers prodded and tugged on her swelling nipple, she bit at his lip, feeling him withdraw suddenly, dropping her breast and bringing his hand to his mouth. "Owww!" he mumbled from behind his palm, looking at her askew. He held out his hand and noted a dark red trickle, then laughed, "Damn!" "Sorry... I just got... carried away," she apologized sincerely. She grabbed and held his palm in her hands, bending her head down to kiss it. Then, looking up at him demurely, the redness of his own blood painted on her wet lips, she asked, "William? Please take us straight to the cabin? I... I can't wait any longer." Still laughing he said, "I guess not!" Then, more gently, "Mmmm... you're not the only one." He sighed. "Ok, we'll go explore tomorrow. According to this, the cabin is just over that set of hills. Besides, it'll get darker sooner up here than back in the city, and I'm sure we'll have to warm the place up. So yes, I agree, let's go. But remember... you've got me all weekend, precious, so no rush." He leaned back over and kissed her again, reservedly this time, but she still managed to suck and lick on his tiny cut. He pulled away after a long moment then put the Cruiser in gear, drove on, and chided, "We're gonna have to come up with a new name for you back in the chat room. Something to warn people about your little fetish." "Stop it. It was an accident," she replied, feigning a sullen look, but not before he had noticed a slight blushing of her cheeks. Her mind and heart were racing. She'd never been that eager before, certainly never bit anyone. Yet there was no denying she'd enjoyed it... the sense of power... the metallic taste. She was relieved that he didn't seem to truly mind too much. Her thoughts drifted back months earlier, to one of their steamy chats. Something he'd said had made her aware for the first time of her subtle dominant streak. While they had never really role-played anything along those lines, she'd slowly started to develop a taste for taking control, at least with him. Her thoughts then turned to the few surprises she'd packed away into her bag, and soon she was smiling saucily as she felt the car stop. She looked up to see that they were in the middle of a large, open area, with a meadow reaching far out to her side and a tall hill on his. At the top of the hill was a quaint two-story, alpine-style log cabin with a thick stone chimney and massive windows dominating the narrow side that faced the flower-filled meadow. Tall trees rose up behind it in all directions, and beyond them, the smaller mountaintops leading up to snow-capped Whistler. "My God! It's lovely!" she beamed. He looked back at her, his warm smile broadening to show his sparkling smile. He saw she was sitting with her arms drawn tight around her, legs and knees pressed tightly together, skin covered with goose bumps. "Fancy a fire, m'lady?" he asked. The gleam in her eye as she glanced at him was the only answer he needed, and as she looked back up at the cabin, he headed up the gravel road traversing the side of the clearing. Chapter 4 William grabbed several of the bags out of the back of the rig, carrying them inside while she walked around briefly exploring their new surroundings. The cabin sat atop a steppe, similar to the valley below with the meadow they'd driven across. Behind the cabin was another valley, this one shorter and with a small stock pond fed by a stream she could hear faintly trickling somewhere not far off. There was a small deck at the nearside shore of the pond, which had a small hot tub nestled within. As she stood leaning against the railing of the walkway connecting the cabin to the deck, she noted that the whole area was only a few acres in size and while it would be a substantial piece of property in the city, it seemed dwarfed by the imposing range behind it, which rose steeply again in a rocky face just beyond the water. It was a stunning view, from either direction, really, and it seemed as secluded as it was beautiful. Whoever the owner was, he was obviously doing well for himself, she thought. She noticed the first wisps of smoke billowing from the chimney and with a content smile, began the short walk back to see what he was up to. Whistler Chapter 1: His book had languished for months, ignored and remaindered, a disappointment to the one or two snippy critics who had bothered to review it-a sad, failed, offspring of his imagination. So it came as a stunning surprise when his agent had called with the news that a studio was interested in making it into a movie and he was astounded in the months to follow, as his story wound its way into a script and his words found their way into the mouths of movie stars and as he and his wife emerged with more money than they could have ever imagined. Suddenly, their mortgage was a thing of the past, the college funds were full, retirement was a real consideration and there was more than enough money for lavish vacations. As a physician, he had always provided well for his family, but it was a new thrill to know that he could spoil his beautiful wife in a suite at her favorite hotel, at her favorite ski resort. She had skied competitively before they met, a dazzling beauty, traveling the world and breathing in the high mountain air and it was now, finally, time again, to treat her to the spoils of the world that she had left behind to become his wife and a mother to their three young children. He was determined to make their week away the most memorable and enjoyable time of her life and when it was over, he knew, without a doubt, that he had succeeded. Their vacation officially began as they climbed into their new Meteor Gray Metallic, 911 GTS, theirs now for only one day, as it throbbed with power. They pointed the GPS to the Fairmont Whistler, which sat five hours north at the end of a glorious, serpentine, cliff-hugging road. Having kissed their kids goodbye for the third time and after confirming emergency phone numbers with their nanny at least as many times, his wife began her transformation from spouse to mistress, with her deep, dark hair flung back, her legs apart, her lips glistening, her breasts shaping her turtle neck, and with a slow wave of relaxation passing through her body as she leaned back into the impossibly comfortable leather seat of the Porsche. They drove without stopping, occasionally testing the car's ruthless power and its grip of the road, with her 80's favorites booming, and as they both marveled at the beauty of the costal road and its vistas, their great good fortune, their love of one another and at their ten glorious years of marriage. At the Fairmont, they were immediately recognized and welcomed by the staff, as if they had been born to a royal family and he noticed that the valet handled the Porsche keys respectfully, like a long awaited gift, or as one would handle a palm full of plutonium. The hotel manager greeted them warmly, helped unload their luggage, and led them through the elegant stone and wooded lobby with its high arched beams, to their magnificent suite, bypassing the front desk altogether. As always, his wife drew the lusty, but mostly discrete eyes of the men in the lobby as she strode with the sleek confidence of one who is used to being watched and desired. In their suite, a fire crackled in the corner, and a giant window framed the ski slope, the skiers lit by the dusky evening light and just as he had requested, a 2008 bottle of Antinori Solaia, her favorite Carbenet, sat breathing on the rustic oak table, two elegant glasses and a tray of Tarentaise cheese from Vermont at its side. The first taste would have to wait, though. His desire for her had never waned, and in moments like this, he struggled to keep his hands off of her, although in truth, she always liked it when he lost the struggle. She was feeling the same hunger for him, as she surveyed the markers of privilege that their union had created, and the air was electric with their desire for one another. Before they had met, she had loved to fuck, sometimes with near strangers, allowing that rush of lust to fill the man to hardness and then for him to fill her with as much of his aggressive need as he could muster. She had loved the athletic, hurried, grunting and disordered breathing she would hear in a man, his head thrown back in pleasure, or his hard cock thrust forward to her mouth in desire. She was never afraid of lust, and rode many a bucking cock, never finding a man too large, or too hard or a thrust too powerful. A gift of marriage that she had never expected was the ability to engage in this same aggressive dance with a man she knew so well and loved so much over so many years. After ten years, she knew exactly how to tease and to harden her husband and he had learned how to thrust and to dominate his wife in just the way that she loved. This night was going to be no different. As they stood before the fire, he took her in his arms and kissed her lightly on the lips at first, and then deeper, probing with his tongue and pulling her harder into him, devouring her scent. They stood in the dim light of the room, the warmth of the fireplace stroking them, as he lifted her sweater over her head. Her beautiful long hair lifted, and then fell back onto her shoulders, as she shook it away from her deep brown eyes. He kissed her again hungrily, and undid her bra, pulling it gently forward and away from her breasts, for a moment allowing a space between them, easing the pressure of his hardness against her pelvis. The site of her beautiful breasts only hardened him further and he pulled her back to him, mashing himself into her and pulling one of her arms firmly behind her back. With his free hand, he slipped his fingers into the waist of her Superfine jeans, and swiveled the button, then started the zipper downward. The dark hair of her pussy grazed the back of his fingers as he pulled and he knew that she would soon be naked, and his for the taking. Her pants were now open, and she ached for his touch, but he was determined to make her wait. He turned his attention to her breasts, with their deep areolae and hardening nipples. The skin of her chest was dappled in the light of the fire and he could see goosebumps forming over her breasts and abdomen. He kissed upwards from her nipples and back to her mouth as she stood, in profile for the skiers in the distance. As their tongues met, his hands found their way back to her pants, sliding them down to her knees. He needed to pause, to drink up her beauty and to make her wait, standing and knowing that in her nakedness, she was his alone to have. He told her to stand perfectly still where she was, and poured two glasses of wine, before sitting down with his, on the couch, his pants tented, and his eyes level with her pubic hair, still not fully believing, ten years into this, that such a glorious beauty could really be his. She wanted to kneel, to feel him in her hand, to smell and to taste him, to harden him for the fucking she now wanted so badly, but he had other plans. He pulled her toward him, and her wine sloshed in her glass as he pushed his face into her pussy. He breathed her deeply in through his nose, smelling her like a wine, and feeling her lips part slightly in their wetness by the tip of his nose. Her hair bristled against his face, and he shuddered with desire for her. He reached down to her feet and helped her step out of her jeans, now fully naked and aching with desire. He led her a few steps to the floor in front of the fire and laid her on her back, putting a pillow under her head, the two of them knowing that some skiers, at the right angle, might now be able to see her in naked profile, as the night darkened and as the relative light of their room improved the view. He moved slowly down from her head to her legs, as he kissed and nuzzled her on the way. He drew her knees up and her legs apart, putting his head between her legs and just barely grazing her swollen clitoris with his tongue as he explored her with his kisses. To her dismay, he kept going south, to her knees and below, before turning and making his way back, achingly slowly. As he approached her pussy, she reached for his head, pulling him closer, but he resisted. He grazed her again with his tongue, and felt her shiver. This went on for what felt like hours to her. A light touch, a shiver, and then absence, as his tongue and lips worked every part of her, except for the one part she so wanted him to lick. She had wild, vivid thoughts of tongues and cocks, and penetrations past, as he teased her and as her frustration mounted. Finally, he zeroed in, with some desperately needed force and found her to be soaking wet with lust. It took no more that a couple of firm thrusts of his tongue before her face tightened, her breathing changed and that familiar, beautiful agony began to spread through her and she twisted and grabbed his head, forcing him onto her. After her orgasm rippled through and she was released, she groped for his cock through his pants. She wanted him now, hard and deep. She fumbled urgently to open his pants and pulled him to her mouth, tasting his pre cum, and ensuring his veiny hardness, with a few strokes of her hand, her lips and her darting tongue. Soon he too could wait no longer, and he moved between her legs, finding her opening as only a husband can, in a single thrust, pushing down hard into her on the hotel room floor, pulling her left leg up to his shoulder to help him find his way deeper. It was only a few thrusts before he knew the end was near, and he felt his back and his stomach tightening in anticipation. He thrusted twice more, before pulling out and sliding himself onto her stomach, jetting onto her from her pussy to her breasts and groaning as he rubbed against her and released. He rolled to her side, as she stroked his come into her skin, and as they both lay in the warmth of the fire, panting and knowing, with certainty, that the week's fun had just begun. Chapter 2: The warm water cascaded over her from the sunflower sized showerhead and her soapy, soothing, hand slid over her curves as she relished the freedom that the week ahead would hold. She had missed the feeling of bathing and grooming at leisure, freshly fucked and a little sore and it felt good to pamper herself in the water. Her husband busied himself with his computer as she showered and he was soon gazing at his favorite pictures of his wife, taken on a brilliantly naughty and sunny day, months before, when she had let him photograph her sitting in his desk chair, the sunlight streaming in on her, wearing only black boots and a crisp white shirt, as she masturbated for him. In his favorite picture, her right was leg bent at the knee, the heel of her boot was anchored hard on the arm of the chair, and her head was tilted slightly forward with a delicious grimace beginning to crinkle her lips as she pushed her vibrator onto herself. He wondered what images were filling her mind at that moment as he savored the image of her orgasm that filled his own. These pictures aroused him as always, and he distracted himself as she showered by opening his browser over the images and planning his wine list for the week. Over the years he had taught his wife to love wine just as she had taught him to ski, and he wanted her to enjoy a brilliant bottle of red per day-an elegant moment, après ski, for them to share each evening at Whistler. So far, his line up included a Chateau Petrus, an Haut Brion, and a Penfolds Grange, all to be opened and waiting for them in their room at 4:00 pm sharp. He was reviewing his instructions on the screen for the Somelier, when his eye was drawn to an unfamiliar icon: a TV camera in profile sitting in the tray at the bottom of the page. He clicked on the icon and found a security option for their suite: a video surveillance system that streamed only to his laptop, recorded and erased only at his discretion and opened only with a password of his choosing. With a few clicks, he had enabled all of the cameras, their active operation signaled by a tiny green light on top of the new icon. He felt a shiver of excitement as chose the images from the bathroom and watched his wife on the screen step naked from her shower and reach for a towel. The phone rang at that moment, startling him, and he minimized the image and snapped his laptop shut, lifting the phone to his ear to hear the sommelier apologize for the interruption and introduce himself in a crisp, European manner. He extended an invitation to the doctor and his wife, to join him and six other guests, in the tasting room in one hour, for the opening of a bottle of Chateau Ausone, a 2009 no less, that he thought would hold particular appeal for them, having reviewed their orders for the days ahead. He accepted the invitation, of course, exciting his wife, who beautified herself quickly, dressing in a long black skirt and pearls. She presented herself perfectly, as always, finding a look that spoke of both elegance and raw sexuality. He dressed in an open necked shirt and a new bespoke suit, and emerged from the room, sly with cool pride, his gorgeous wife on his arm, as they made their way downstairs. Soon they found themselves in the candle lit cave of the grand hotel, a very private place, the air cool and musty to protect the hundreds of bottles of the fine wine that surrounded them, standing at one of two tasting tables for four, exquisite glasses of red wine in hand, making small talk with the most attractive young couple they had ever seen, in the flesh. The handsome young man who stood across from the doctor's wife had a deep voice, raw like Eddie Vedder's, and he entranced her as he described his constant travel around the world running his company. She found herself studying his lips and his deep eyes and his hands and his shoulders as he spoke, and she could feel the sexuality of his social and his physical power. She was surprised to find that he was at the resort alone, enjoying a rare break from the frenetic pace that his life had imposed and that he had just met the woman who shared his side of the table. The doctor chatted with the exquisite young woman as she sipped her wine and stood across from him, in some ways a near perfect copy of his wife from ten years earlier. She was skiing the world, and was also alone at Whistler, waiting to be helicoptered tomorrow to a sun baked but frigid high mountain edge where she was to be photographed in her beauty and sexy athleticism by her sponsor, Solomon skis. The night swirled forward with a hazy, sexual energy, the four of them getting to know one another, losing themselves in conversation about wine, the world, and even politics, before finally returning to the suite where they were soon interrupted by a call about the appointments that the doctor and his wife had booked in the spa, but had completely forgotten. They left the young couple in their room, to finish the bottle of Chateau Palmer and the tapas that they had ordered and returned later, languid after their time in the spa, to find the two of them still deep in conversation. The two couples enjoyed more fine wine and conversation, before parting for the night, but after agreeing to join the young woman in her helicopter early the next morning and to ski together, in pairs, later in the day. As his wife relaxed on the couch, the doctor returned to his laptop, curious and perhaps knowing what he might have recorded by chance when he had set the surveillance cameras in motion earlier. He soon found images of the young couple, and expanded them to fill the screen. He fast-forwarded breathlessly and then paused, before sitting without comment next to his wife on the couch with his laptop on his lap. The young couple was on the screen before them, paused and filling the screen in a breathtaking pose. The man was frozen in profile, having just urgently undressed the beautiful young woman, and her athletic body was now nearly completely revealed before him as he sat motionless before her on the same couch on which the doctor and his wife were now sitting. He looked to his wife, their eyes met in arousal, and he pressed play. The naked young woman on his screen leaned forward into her brand new partner, her hands pressing into his groin, as he grasped at her jaw, kissing her forcefully. Her dark hair hung forward, shading her face as she knelt before him and opened his pants. The doctor's wife gasped as the young woman unbuckled her partner's belt, lowered his zipper slowly, pulled the top of his pants apart and released his cock, before sliding his pants quickly down to his feet. His penis bobbed in the air before her face, obviously aroused. It was intensely hard, its head shining with tension, the veins along its side plumped and blue, its edges chiseled. It was improbably thick, too big for her fingers to meet as she grasped it with both of her hands. It was also enormously long, reaching up to nearly the base of his muscled chest as he sat, with his head thrown back in pleasure as she stroked. The doctor's wife had fucked only one man this big, in a frenzied and noisy coupling, that started on the floor of a shower in Val D'Isere, and continued for several days, fucking again and again, first from behind in her favorite position, and then on her back, and then riding him from on top, struggling with each thrust, as he repeatedly forced himself in to the hilt, leaving her raw and deeply sore, but completely filled with enjoyment and with his come. She felt a thrill of passion run through her, as she contemplated the exquisite pain that the young woman was about to enjoy. She remembered the surge of excitement that she had felt when she had first struggled to fit the head of that cock into her mouth, and now watched with some envy as the young woman stretched her lips around the end of this huge penis. Her husband was equally aroused, achingly hard in his pants, his eyes darting between the couple and his wife, her breathing irregular, and her groin moist with terrible, delicious, irresistible, forbidden hunger for another man's cock. They watched in silence together, his heart pounding, her breathing in staccato, as the young man thrusted into his partner from behind, somehow disappearing completely into her tiny body, then lifting her onto her back, and plunging into her again, their bodies perfectly matched in masculinity and femininity. Where he was muscled and hard she was soft and enveloping; her curves met his hard edges. He was broadly tattooed, surprisingly in a tribal way, over his muscled shoulders. Her skin was smooth and perfect, her breasts were full and generous and her nipples and areolae were the only deeply colored accents on her young, firm body. He continued pounding into her, bending her legs back, deepening his access to her, and pushing relentlessly, with a young man's urgency, faster and faster, until he pulled back, reached for himself and stroked, coming over her stomach as he moaned. It was impossible for the two voyeurs to miss the fact that his jet of come was massive, spreading from the hair of her pussy to her face, small amounts even splattering her chin, and delivering nearly twice the volume that the doctor had deposited onto his wife, in the same suite, only a few hours earlier. They had hardly been able to finish watching before they were fucking again, now on their bed. It was urgent and fast, his wife's skirt hiked up to her chest, his pants down around his ankles, his shoes still on. It was a type of fucking that she had liked before marriage, calling it "watch and socks" fucking, for obvious reasons. He grunted and came into her quickly and they kissed and held one another, silently savoring the excitement they had just shared and with her mind wandering, naughtily, to thoughts of the promise that she had made during the wine tasting, to ski with the young man, alone she hoped, in the morning. Chapter 3 As the dawn light seeped into the suite, he felt himself awakening confused, his consciousness lightening but not fully unfurled, as he heard a familiar sound in an unfamiliar setting and at an unusual time. He blinked awake listening to the pace of his wife's breathing quicken and as her vibrator buzzed like a wasp. He glanced to his right in time to see bliss start to cross her face; her eyes squeezed tightly shut and her head pushing back into her pillow, as she tried to pant silently through pursed lips. Her sheets were thrown to the side, her legs were spread widely apart and her pelvis was tilted sharply as she pushed her favorite toy hard into her mound. He watched in silence, instantly hard, having never known her to do this on her own. He lay there and wondered what she was seeing in her mind as she masturbated. She came forcefully, with little jolts running through her, just as the phone rang. Whistler Just as he'd suspected, the cabin had been prepped for a long absence, and as soon as he'd entered he thought a fire would be just the thing to help remove the musty smell that had accumulated since its last use. After opening several of the windows to create a cross flow of air, he'd gotten a fire started with the kindling and logs stored conveniently there for the next visitor. He found the gas and electrical mains, lit the pilots on the stove and water heater, turned on the fridge and was busy pulling off the last of the sheets protecting the furniture downstairs when she walked in. He looked over to her as he finished folding the sheets and welcomed her in. The cabin itself was a simple design, your standard A-frame chateau. There was a large, common living area downstairs with three enormous leather couches arranged in a 'U' around a hefty, square wooden table facing the front windows and fireplace. Behind the great room were a comfortable kitchen, a moderate bathroom and a small study/guest quarters that could be partitioned off from the rest of the floor, or left open, as it was now to increase the spaciousness. The upstairs loft was the master bedroom and it extended halfway over the living area, ending in a railing from which you could look down into the living room and share the view out the large windows of the meadow far below. "What can I do to help?" she asked eagerly. She followed his eyes up the vaulted ceiling toward the balcony of the loft and nodded her response to his suggestion that she put the fresh sheets he'd laid out on the bed. His eyes followed her perfect, heart-shaped ass as she bounded up the central stairway, loving the way the bottom edge of her cheeks peeked out with each step. He finished cleaning things off then went to transfer the contents of the cooler to the fridge. Afterwards, he closed the windows and yelled up that she might want to put on something a little warmer until the fire took the chill off. Standing on tiptoe with her breasts pressed together between her arms, she peeked down at him from the overhead balcony, and answered, "I was actually thinking of taking a quick shower. Do you think there's any hot water?" She batted her eyelids for dramatic effect. "Ummm, maybe enough for a quick one. But hurry up, I need your help down here with dinner pretty soon," he replied, looking up and making a mental note to take her right there at some point during the weekend. She smiled down at him then stood and yanked her top over her head, letting it fall down to the floor just inches from his feet. "You tease!" he shouted, and as he reached down to pick it up, he heard her shorts land on the hardwood floor behind him. Looking up again, he saw she was standing against the railing, concealing his view of her privates, but he knew from the smooth line of bare flesh of her waist, hips and thighs visible to either side of the post that she was nude, not to mention her clothes lying at his feet. She rolled her nipples between a finger and thumb of each hand and, slowly licking her lips, winked down at him. Giggling, she stepped back out of sight, and he soon heard the rush of air and water gurgling through the pipes, followed by the smooth sprinkling sound of the shower. Knowing the warm water wouldn't last long, he set to work immediately on the first of the many surprises he had planned for them as dusk crept slowly over the mountain. Chapter 5 She quickly rinsed under the steady flow then lathered up in the spacious stall. A bathtub had been sacrificed in favor of a much larger shower, and she would have thought it designed to accommodate a wheelchair, had it not been upstairs. She rubbed the thick, moisturizing lather into her skin, relishing in the smoothness of her newly waxed areas. Her girlfriend had had a difficult time of convincing her that there was no comparison between even the closest shave and a nice wax job, and as she rubbed her hand over her smooth mound, she was glad that she'd ultimately taken her advice. She slipped her fingers over her inner thigh, where his hand had been earlier... then deeper, between her smooth lips, probing deep and testing her wetness. She churned her finger in and out, leaning back against the tiled wall for support. 'Mmmm... he did say a quickie was ok,' she thought with a grin. As the smile faded, her thighs clenched tightly as a shudder rose within her. She brought another hand to her breast, lifting it up eagerly. If she leaned her head down as far as possible, she could just flick her nipple with the underside of her tongue, and she did so now as her pressed a second finger into her wet hole. With the heel of her hand pressed hard against her throbbing clit, she rapidly pumped her fingers in and out of her sex, feeling herself tremble inside. She squeezed her breast and nipple, and let out a small moan as the orgasm came over her hard and fast. With trembling thighs, she stood panting in the steam, sated for the moment. She stepped under the flow of water just as it went cold, and was thankful for the refreshing mist. Her skin tightened as she gave a final rinse, then shut the water off. She toweled her flushed skin, then massaged baby oil all over herself. She knew how much he liked the thought of her all shiny and slippery, and she intended to give him more than just a mental image tonight. Stepping from the shower, she could feel the cabin already nice and toasty. She went to her bag and grabbed her makeup, deciding she'd forgo his request for the natural look, at least for tonight. After a good half-hour of primping, she looked ready for the runway. With a sultry smirk, she bent and slowly pulled a set of sheer black thong panties up her legs and adjusted the two cords of material cresting over either hip. Then she donned a pair of tall black heels, not only adding another three inches to her height, but also tightening her well-muscled legs and perching her ass up high. With a final glance in the mirror and a last smoothing of the oil, she slowly made her way down the narrow stairs. Night had fallen, and the inside of the cabin had taken on a soft, warm glow. When she reached the last few steps, her lips fell slightly open as she took in the view. There must have been over a hundred white candles burning all around the living room, along with the orange glow of the hearty fire. She could smell a faint incense burning somewhere amongst all the flickers of light, but her eyes settled upon something else. On the couch to her right he was stretched out Caesar-like, facing her and smiling softly. In one hand he held a glass of red wine and with the other, he gestured her forward to the opposite couch. His eyes combed up and down repeatedly as she sauntered to her place, and as she rounded the high back of the middle couch, she saw that he, too, was well oiled and very much enjoying himself. She watched, awestruck, as he languidly stroked his thick shaft – he was far larger than she had expected, and for a second wondered if she could make good on the few surprises she'd secretly had planned for him. To calm herself, she reached for her own glass of wine he'd set for her on the table across from where he lay. She slowly touched the crystal to her darkly shaded lips and tasted the rich, crimson wine as she absentmindedly caressed her breast with her free hand. Collecting herself, she set the glass down and stood back up, stepping wide with her knees locked and ran both hands slowly down the sides of her torso and thighs, then back up behind her, over her ass, bringing them to rest on her slim hips. She was purely vamp and she knew it. Looking at him with parted lips, she asked in a low tone, "So this is what I've tried to picture all those times, hmmm?" Eyes narrowing in a smile of their own, he replied, "Mmmm, yes. I thought maybe it might be a nice idea to watch one another first and see what it is we've been missing these past six months. His hand had drifted beyond the base of his rigid cock and was gently fondling his balls, rolling each one over his fingers successively. He took another sip of wine and, after setting his own glass down, began rubbing his oily pecs. Lower he drifted, over his tight abs then, skirting his member, over the tops of his muscular thighs, all the while rolling his sac in his other hand, just as he'd done many times with her before. Only this time, she was right here, the flicker of candle and firelight dancing across her glistening flesh. He watched as she groped at her breasts, tugging gently on her nipples while his wandering hand worked its way around his pulsing shaft. Twisting his fist in a circular motion, he worked his dick up and down watching her as she swayed seductively before him. Slowly, she twisted around, showing him every angle of her phenomenal figure. With her back to him, she looked over her shoulder into his eyes, and slowly leaned forward while slightly bending her knees. Her lips parted and she gave him her best 'Come fuck me' look. Sliding her hands down from her tits, she slipped a finger under the band of her panties and gently worked them over her gyrating ass. He squeezed his cock harder as he watched the material peel itself away from her sex, showing him that the smoothness he'd felt earlier was indeed complete. Closing his eyes, he moaned aloud and leaned his head back against the arm of the couch. The sound of her heels eased his eyelids back open and he saw that she had stepped up onto the heavy square table nestled between the couches, naked except for her shoes. Hands on her knees, she lowered herself slowly, until she was squatting with her thighs pressed to her tone calves. Her pussy was oh so swollen and he noticed that her inner lips hung well below her thick outer labia. Another moan escaped his throat. She couldn't have been any more perfect, he thought. She let her hands glide down across her thighs and hips, then back over her ass. He watched as she pinched her shoulders behind her, jutting her ripe breasts out tauntingly towards him. His pace quickened slightly, as the fingers of his other hand dug into the bulb of flesh between his scrotum and ass, massaging himself there with tiny circular motions. He saw as her fingers appeared below her ass, reaching forward to grasp her inner labia with her respective hands, and as she tugged them down and out, she leaned her head back and moaned loudly. She slipped a finger deep inside herself as she reconnected with his eyes, then drew it back out and through the crease of her ass before bringing it up to her lips and sucking at it suggestively. "Mmmmmmmm," she deeply moaned. The head of his cock was richly filled with blood and was taking on a deep shade of purple as he twisted and stroked on his oily shaft. Like her, every inch of his skin was glistening in the abundant flickers of flame surrounding them, and he stole a glance at his own sex, thick, solid and coarsely covered with engorged blood vessels. He was swollen to such an extent now that he could easily have used both hands to pump himself and still had plenty of cock uncovered, but he kept to the long and steady full strokes of his left hand while his right further attended the sensitive areas deeper between his legs. She set one knee down against the table and reached for the small ceramic vase of oil, raising it over her right breast and slowly pouring a stream of the warm fluid over herself. He saw it trickle down her breast and around her hard nipple, then drip from there to her deeply tanned thigh. She set the oil down and rubbed it into herself, rolling her breast in her hand... squeezing and stretching her nipple... sliding down her abs and rubbing the oil all along her thigh. Meanwhile, she slid her other hand back to the front and pressed it between her thighs. He watched as she dug deep, her outer labia wrapping around several of her fingers as probed her wet depths. Her mouth had long since fallen open and at times, her teeth were barred, usually accompanied by a light gasp. He could tell as her hips gyrated in time with the movement of her hands that this whole scene was having the desired effect on her. She was getting lost in her own arousal, eyes shut tightly more often than watching him. But it was more than she could stand and panting, she stepped down from the table and kissed him fiercely. "I can't take it anymore... I want to do this like our first time. Do you remember?" she pleaded. It was just the response he'd planned for and he smiled and he nodded and sat up a bit in the couch. Twisting around, he set his legs on the table as she stood, her back to him. He reached up for her with both hands and gripped her waist as he slowly helped to lower her onto his lap. She straddled his thighs and, leaning back against his chest, set her heels against the edge of the table, knees bent letting her thighs spread wide. His cock pulsed madly between them as he cupped her slippery breast and leaned forward slightly to meet her parted lips. Her hand reached back to grasp a think handful of hair, pulling his kiss deeper, while her other hand drifted between her legs and pressed his cock to her swollen sex. She started humping her hips up and down, letting her lips wrap around his shaft as she slid herself back and forth along the top of it. She was so damn wet and the whole scene was playing out with such precision that he felt his balls tighten up almost instantly, signaling the impending orgasm. He slid hid left hand down her belly, replacing hers. He gripped himself and picked up where she had left off, squeezing his cock tightly on the up-stroke, relaxing his grip while pumping down... milking the blood towards the head and swelling it extraordinarily. She gasped as she watched this, both hands on her own sex now, knowing it wouldn't be long. As one set of fingers frigged her clit furiously, the others pumped in and out of her as she watched him jerking himself between her legs. She could feel the base off his cock wedged between her thigh and labia, and occasionally her thumb would brush his tight scrotum when she pushed deeply inside herself. Their screams had grown louder and louder as were now shouted in unison. He could feel her tight ass grinding against the hairs of his pubic mound and abs. He squeezed her nipple hard and looked one last time down her torso at the image they'd long ago shared in mutual imagination. With a final scream, he exploded madly across her tiny torso, thick wads of come landing on both their faces and necks. She came crashing as she felt his hot seed land on her cheeks and lips, screaming his name over and over. Her wetness flowed from her copiously, and as he felt it flood around his cock, dripping down over his balls and his ass, his second volley sprayed out, covering her pert breasts and abs, pooling in her navel. She continued to gyrate, this time taking his cock from his hand and pressing it against herself as she had done earlier, and as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, his third and final load oozed out, streaming from his bulbous head down onto the now-bare flesh above her sex. It seemed like an eternity before either of them could move. He had one hand resting on her body, just below her breast, another on her opposite thigh. He could feel his heart bounding against her back. She still had him pressed against her sex. His rigidness had dissipated, but he was still erect and occasionally a wave would shudder through him, causing his cock to jerk against her highly sensitive clit. He reached down to grab both her thighs and pressed them together around his firmness while he twisted on the slippery sofa laying them both down lengthwise, and then rolled them into a spoon position. One arm nestled under her neck and head, the other reached around and held her close to him, her hand in his. As their senses dulled, all they could really feel in the warm room was their steadily slowing heartbeats and the trickle of the oil and their fluids dripping down their skin, until finally they drifted off into a blissful void. Chapter 6 When he awoke, the candles had burned halfway down and the room was quite toasty. He playfully nibbled along her ear until her soft smile signaled she too was awake. "Wow," she whispered, "that was far better than our first time. Thank you for that, William." She turned her head back to kiss at his lips and as she felt him shift away from her, she rolled onto her back. She could feel his still swollen cock pressing into the side of her thigh, and she smiled against his lips, thankful for his apparent stamina. 'He'll need it,' she thought to herself with a grin. As he pulled away from her, he looked into her smoldering eyes and replied "I've relived that moment in my mind a hundred times since then, and I must say none were quite that satisfying." His hand smoothed over her slippery abdomen, rubbing traces of his now cool semen across her still oily skin. "And as much as I hate to get up, I think dinner is just about ready." She looked at him quizzically as he pushed himself up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen. Only then did she notice the wonderful aroma that had permeated the cabin. She sat up as he tossed a thick terry bath towel her direction and began to wipe herself dry before joining him, her heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor. She approached him from behind while he was peeking in the oven and gently started wiping off his skin, too. She turned him to face her and planted a soft kiss on his lips while she worked the towel across his firm chest and tummy. "What's cooking, hot stuff?" she asked as his hands wrapped around her and came to rest on the tops of her firm cheeks. She continued working lower, toweling his groin, ass and thighs, then checking the thoroughness of her work with a bare hand against his semi-hard cock. "I thought we might get a little... errr, preoccupied... so I put together some veggie lasagna down in Seattle last night. Popped it in the oven while you were in the shower, so it should be ready in just a few minutes." "Perfect! I'm famished," she answered as she walked back to the living room to retrieve their near-empty wine glasses. He pulled the salad out of the fridge and placed it into serving bowls, just as the oven's timer began to ring. She joined him back in the kitchen, setting his glass down on the raised counter that doubled as a bar, then grabbed the salad bowls from his hands and set them on the placemats he'd previously laid out. She waltzed back to the living room to grab the bottle of wine, lingering a moment in front of the fire, feeling it's consuming warmth. He glanced up at her dark silhouette outlined in an almost eerie orange glow. He felt his member throb as his gaze fell down over her ass, noticing her healthy lips dangling low between parted thighs - God, how he wanted to bury his mouth around them. All in good time, he thought to himself, as he dished out portions of the perfectly cooked lasagna, topping each with a fresh grating of Parmesan. As he set the plates next to the salad bowls, she returned with the wine and he pulled back one of the barstools for her. Before she sat he exclaimed, "Oh! I almost forgot! Half a moment!" He returned with a breadbasket covered in a towel. "Oh, I just love fresh bread," she answered as she eagerly peeled back the layer of towels to grab a piece. Her look of excitement changed to one of inquisition as she removed the towel, for lying in the basket was a short wedge-shaped black latex plug, which flared widely before tapering back down to a small diameter against a soft, flexible base. She looked up at him unsure of his expectations. "If we use this tonight, things should go much more smoothly tomorrow. I know you've been working on this with limited success, and I hoped to help you get past the last of the hurdles which seem to be hindering your enjoyment," he explained calmly. Whistler She'd shared with him the many attempts she and her boyfriend had made at anal sex, and while some of Will's suggestions had helped, she never seemed to get as much from it as her man did. But she'd never been one to shy away from new experiences, and certainly not this weekend, so she looked up at him shyly and nodded her approval. Her breathing hastened as he knelt behind her, setting the basket on the floor at her feet. She shuddered as his hands ran up the back of her legs to her ass, which he kneaded firmly for a few long moments. She leaned forward and set her arms on the bar as he pressed her cheeks apart and brought his tongue to her pink rosebud. She groaned as he swirled his tongue around and around, amazed at how quickly she relaxed her muscles back there for him. Soon, he was working his tongue in and out, past both of her tight sphincters until she was screaming his name under threat of another orgasm. He stopped suddenly, gently withdrawing his tongue and a hand. Just as she was about to look back to see what he was up to, she felt his finger dabbing thick lubricant at her pucker, working just the tip in and out in tiny circles. He repeated this act three times, each time forcing more of the jelly inside her. Finally, he asked her to squat down and rest her chest on her thighs. As she did, he took the toy and gave it a generous coating of the slippery gel then with one hand curling around the back of her slender neck, he brought the tip of the plug to her ass. He asked her to take a deep breath in and as she did, whispered reassuringly "Trust me, love. Now... slowly breath out." As she did, he gently pressed the latex plug upward and to her amazement, by the time she'd blown all the air out of her lungs, she could feel herself pinching around the tiny stem between the base and the flared taper of the plug. It was almost as if she'd drawn it up into herself. "Now, wasn't that easy?" he asked as he stood and helped her to do the same. She smiled up at him, pleasantly relieved, yet with a new and exciting feeling of what it meant to be filled. "The base is quite flexible," he explained, again pulling her seat out for her, "and you should be able to go about all your business unhindered, except for the obvious." She smiled as she understood his meaning then sat down to enjoy the meal with him. Except for the fact that they were stark naked, and the new sensations in her backside each time she laughed or moved too suddenly, she'd have compared their dining experience to the most expensive five-star restaurant she'd ever been to. He'd played the perfect host, attending to her every need during the course of the meal, and their conversation had been very comfortable. An hour passed quickly, and he excused himself to clear the table, returning with two small plates of tiramisu, which apparently he'd also prepared ahead of time. This, too, was delicious and she was sated in almost every aspect by the time he poured the last bit of wine from the bottle, then got up to clear the desert plates. She smiled softly as she wiggled a bit in her chair, quickly getting used to this new fullness. Chapter 7 He returned with a robe draped over his shoulders, offering her one of her own as well as some cozy, quilted slippers. As she put these on, he cinched up his garment and reached for a flashlight, then escorted her to the door. The trail to the pond was brightly lit by the moon, which was nearing its full phase. When they got there, he quickly removed the insulated lid and scooted it to the side. Steam billowed from the water's surface into the brisk night air around them. He helped her out of her robe and hung it over the railing next to his, then stepped in the tub and reached up to help her in. "Go nice and slow... it's awfully warm," he warned her. This was only partially true, as his main reason was he just wanted to see her standing naked before him as long as possible. Her nipples were already hard and extended in the cool breeze, and he loved the fact that the only hair on her body was tied in the shape of a ponytail on her head. His cock was stiffening again and in almost no time was standing at complete attention. "Mmmm... I know something you forgot to serve with dinner," she said as she stepped down in the tub and knelt in the center. He was still standing on one of the molded seats, his cock bobbing at about the same level as her beautiful face. She caught his smile as she wrapped her hands behind his thighs and ass and pulled herself closer to him. This was the second-most thing she longed for after his kiss, and she would not deny herself any longer. Never breaking eye contact, she opened her mouth wide as she pulled him closer still, her very breath tickling the sparse mat of hair perched above his raging member. She felt him shudder, his buttocks tense as she pressed her wet tongue against the underside of his tight balls. Lingering there a moment, she panned her tongue left and right, wetting his sac nicely, all the while staring deep into his dark eyes. Her white teeth, bright in the moonlight, nibbled at the skin over each ball before she sucked them both into her mouth. Moaning in self-satisfaction, she scraped her well-manicured nails across the flesh of his ass and thighs while using her tongue to bobble each nut in her hot mouth. Closing her lips slightly, she leaned back away from him, stretching his shivering scrotum to the limits until he cried out both in pleasure and pain. Only then did she look down, as she opened her mouth and released him, watching his cock nod as his heavy balls slapped against his firm thighs. Smiling, she attacked his purple totem, engulfing it suddenly and completely, confirming in one instant her many claims that she lacked a gag reflex. His eyes nearly bugged out at the completely new sensations of the firm tissues of her throat contracting around his bulbous head. While he'd never considered himself large by movie industry standards, no woman had ever been able to swallow him completely like this. Better still, she was making incomprehensible sounds around him, the vibrations of which traveled the length of his cock ending at its root somewhere deep inside him, coaxing, massaging. Slowly, methodically, she pulled her head back, sucking her cheeks tightly around him as she withdrew, until with a loud, wet sound, he popped free of her mouth. His firm, wet pole slapped up against his abdomen twice before coming to rest in its "normal" forward pointing erect position. With a mischievous grin, she brought one hand around to grip his base as she looked up into his eyes yet again. As her fingers closed around the top of his shaft, her thumb wrapped behind and underneath his balls, forcing them tightly forward. She held him in this position and took him deep once more, slowly closing her eyes with every inch she swallowed. Then, sucking hard, she pulled back, re-opening her eyes and finding him still intently watching. As her tongue looped over his head, she tightened her grip slightly and repeated the process again and again. Mesmerized by the incredible new sensations, as well as the synchronicity of her eyes' prolonged blinking as she moved back and forth on his shaft, he lost all sense of time and space... the only things that existed were all in this tight cone of vision before him. Her exotic beauty, the orgasm she was progressively building inside him, and the sense of utter comfort he had with her. It was like finding another soul mate, except that this one also had every physical attribute he desired. In the same dazed instant he contemplated this, she pressed two well-lubed fingers of her other hand suddenly and deeply into his ass, homing directly in on his prostate. She pressed tightly against it before he had even cried out and the shocked scream merged immediately into an outward cry as his orgasm engulfed him. Lips wrapped tightly around his cock and pressed hard against her white-knuckled fist, the swallowing motions of her throat coaxed load upon load out of his heavy balls until even she started to wonder if she would be able to swallow all of him. She absolutely relished the thick, slippery juices from a man's cock. Just as she was about to pull off him and give up, the tight clenching of his ass on her fingers signaled his final push, so she continued sucking him like a little girl working the straw of a thick milkshake. Finally, his thrusts subsided and she eased her throat and mouth from around him while releasing her tight grip at his base. Slowly, she withdrew her fingers, bringing them forward and tickling the underside of his sac as she smiled playfully, a strand of his come dangling from her full lips to the tip of his cock. His eyes had been tightly shut since she'd entered him and massaged the soft nodule of flesh deep in his ass, and he'd thrown his head back as he screamed out, announcing his release. Now, as he slowly opened his eyes, the moon shone overhead brightly in its full phase, illuminating the two lovers in their steamy oasis. Millions of stars were visible here, away from the bright city lights, and they seemed to start to spin around the moon's axis. Feeling a bit dizzy, he eased down into the water and leaned into the contoured bench. He felt her smooth legs straddle his as she slipped into his lap, bringing her tight body close against his in a passionate embrace. Still reeling from his orgasm, he relinquished control of the situation to her more than capable hands. She was painfully horny by this point. The evening's sexual tension and foreplay, combined with the months of mutual masturbation, had created a desire in her she'd never quite experienced, and she'd decided while swallowing his sticky-sweet essence that she could wait no longer to feel him inside of her. As her tongue mingled roughly with his, she reached back and found his semi-rigid cock. Wrapping her fingers tightly around it, she began pumping it up and down while grinding her pussy against his abs. Occasionally, these motions would press the plug stuffed deep in her ass against his body, sending electric-like ripples throughout her insides, causing her only to grind harder and faster. Her kisses became more animalistic, and soon she was nibbling at him, sucking his tongue and lips between her teeth. She held his cock pressed against her sex as she thrust back and forth, her wetness allowing her to slide effortlessly along his now-rigid member. Her nails were digging into his neck and shoulders, but she checked herself before she got too carried away, remembering his reaction to her innocent bite earlier in the day. Instead, she focused her craving for this man on that which she held in her hand. Placing her other palm against his chest, she pushed back from him, rising on her knees slightly. She released his cock, feeling it press hard enough against her inner thigh to gauge his heartbeat. With her free hand, she lifted a taut breast to her mouth, tonguing the hard nipple protruding from the dark circle of her areola, while roughly pinching his with her supporting hand. As she searched his eyes, she told him with only a look that he was in for the ride of his life. Slowly, she circled her hips over his pulsing head until she felt him shift into her slick groove, her tight ass quivering around the latex intruder. Pushing herself up and away a little farther, she curled her hips forward until her hot opening was planted firmly around his fleshy helmet. She shuddered as his enormous hands closed around her tiny waist, his fingers and thumbs nearly touching – forming a halo. But she knew he wasn't forcing her... just following her as she slowly slid ever-downwards along his thick pole. Her nails dug into his chest as the pain of his enormity stretched her, forcing her to stop several times and catch her breath. She was certain he felt much larger because of the sizable mass of rubber stuffed into her backside, and while this added to the incredible sensations she was feeling, it didn't make it any less difficult to fit him in. She lifted slightly, allowing her pussy to shift against him, then sat down a bit more forcefully, feeling him glide deeper into her dark channel. A loud moan escaped each of them simultaneously as she came to rest against his thighs, taking him as deeply as she could in this position. She felt a rush of emotion flood through her and leaned forward to embrace him. They locked in another deep kiss as she arched her back slightly, pulling off his cock an inch or two before twisting her hips forward again. Her clit brushed achingly against his mound as she humped him, slowly building the desire inside her. As they kissed, she kept up this slow circular hip motion, shallowly riding him and getting accustomed to the new feel of his manhood within and against her. He couldn't believe any of what was happening. A trip that he had meticulously planned and controlled at the start, was now completely under her command. Even more astonishing, not only was he still hard, he knew that she was going to be able to make him cum again with very little effort. The short, tight strokes she was making were pressing the most sensitive area of his cock right against the ridge of the anal plug she wore, and he congratulated himself on not getting the vibrating kind, or it all would have been over by now. As it was, he had to do something before she pushed him past the brink. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and lifted her easily as he stood, turning 180 degrees as he did so. Slowly, he settled back down on the other side of the tub, where the seat was much lower, more like a step. Here, their shoulders were just below the surface of the water and her buoyancy increased dramatically. With almost no effort, she floated up around him, her pussy tightly clenching at him as he withdrew. He had to grab her to keep from slipping out, and it was now his strength that pulled her down around him. Directing the pace for the time being, he glided her along his thick shaft, watching her bob in the water up just until her thick nipples broke the surface, then down to just below her chin as he pulled her back. After a few strokes, she relaxed a bit and leaned back, reaching behind and resting her palms on his knees. This caused her head to roll back and his view was now of her lovely, stretched neck and shoulders, with rhythmic glimpses of her perfect little breasts. Her position now strained the top of his cock against her pubic bone, with the plug still pressing tightly against him from the other side. He could have been taking her virginity, as tight as she felt, but thankfully she was far more experienced than that. As they settled into a rhythm, her moans became louder and louder as her inner muscles gripped and squeezed tighter. His balls were floating up like tethered buoys, bouncing lightly against the soft latex base of the toy he'd slipped in her ass hours before. The sensation was incredible and as he announced his imminent orgasm, she shuddered around him with her own. "Ohhhhh.... Jeeeeezussss, William! My pussy feels soooo good! You're making my pussy ache, and I love it!" she cried. "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" She leaned forward and laced her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist as he stood once again. She felt the cool mountain air kiss her skin, and it heightened her senses. His hands had dropped to either cheek and he simultaneously lifted her slightly while bending at his knees to pull out of her then let her come crashing down on him as he stood. Her ass splashed the water's warm surface each time, and this sound mingled with both of their loud cries, as well as the slapping of their bodies together. His balls hung right against the water's edge and the contrast of the cold air and hot water only added to the amazing sensations around his shaft. "Come inside me, Will! I want to feel the shooting hot cum in my pussy," she commanded, and it seemed that this was the last little push he needed. His nails dug into her flesh with one final thrust and all his senses synchronized in that climactic moment – the clashing temperatures, the wet water and crisp air, her inherent tightness made more so both by the position and the plug, their screams so loud they echoed over the valley, the warm, slippery flow of her continuous orgasm – all combined as his balls clenched up tightly and emptied into her. Her thighs went into spasm around his waist and he could feel her teeth breaking the skin of his shoulder, but he didn't care. With a tilt of his hips, he pulled out a bit, then slammed up again, dumping more of his come into her depths. She moaned his name over and over, the volume gradually dropping from a roar to a faint whisper. As his cock pulsed inside of her, he could feel her body go limp around him as she drifted slowly out of consciousness. Holding her close, he slowly stepped out of the tub and walked the short distance back to the cabin, each step shifting his thickness inside her, driving him crazy. He was simply amazed by this woman. How could he possibly still be hard, he thought as he threaded his way slowly through the warmth of the candlelit living room. As he made his way up the stairs and laid her gently down upon the bed, he wanted to keep going... fuck her while she lay there disconnected, but he thought better of it, once again reminding himself they had the entire weekend. Instead, he jogged back out to the tub and covered it, gathering their belongings before heading back inside. Massaging his semi-hard cock with a bit of the oil from earlier, he thought of all the pleasure he'd experienced on this trip already as he made his way around the house extinguishing the many candles. He placed another large log on the fire to last through the night and pulled the screen closed, then padded lightly up the stairs. He rounded the corner upstairs and his eyes fell upon her lithe, limp body draped across the bed. He fondled himself a bit more as he eyed the base of the plug nestled just barely visible between her tan cheeks, but there was nothing for it. He simply could not bear the thought of another orgasm this night, so he climbed in beside her and pulled the down comforter snuggly around them. Kissing her lightly on the forehead, he whispered "Sweet dreams," and held her close as he drifted off into a wonderfully satisfying sleep.