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Out of Bounds

By: -Ripley-



As I have said, I couldn't write without the assistance of my friend and editor, Terry. He is unfailingly positive and encouraging, while still offering suggestions on how I can improve the story. Despite repeatedly reading my stories, I still miss things and am so thankful for his talent at catching them I appreciate it all, but his friendship the most!

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It was a glorious day to be up skiing. There had been a three-day snowstorm that dumped over two feet of snow but it ended late last night. In the morning, the storm had been replaced by crystal clear skies. Despite the temperature in the low teens, it was made up for by the almost perfect snow conditions.

It was only Rachel and her friends' second run of the day. They arrived last night and were staying in the lodge. It was a short five-minute walk from the lifts. Despite that, the three women hadn't gotten on the slopes until almost 10:00 AM. Rachel would have liked to be skiing as soon as the lifts opened but the other two liked a leisurely morning. Even then Rachel practically had to beg them to get them out of their room.

Looking up the slope, Rachel could see them at the top of the rise. Cheryl and Amanda were talking again. She tried to let her irritation go. She knew what they were like when they decided to go away for four days. Neither one of them was as serious about skiing as Rachel, but she didn't have that many friends who skied. And she couldn't afford the room without some others. Plus they were her closest friends. 

It didn't help though when they stopped to gossip while skiing. "Come on," she thought. After all, there was the lift time when they could talk. This was ski time! She sighed with relief when she saw them start to head down the face.

When Cheryl and Amanda caught up with her, Rachel impatiently took off. They paused for a moment but this time they just gave Rachel a little room before continuing. They were all clearly good skiers but there was no mistaking that Rachel was the best. Her lithe form seemed to flow in and out of her turns with an aggressive speed. At the base of the next slope, she picked up speed and caught some air before dropping down onto another face. The other two followed expertly but with a little more caution.

When they got to the bottom of the run, Rachel started trying to find someone to pair up with. This particular lift was only a two person chair. To try to keep their stopping to talk at a minimum, Rachel either rode up with another single or on her own. 

"Single!" Rachel called out and looked around. She saw someone raise their hand and she moved over there. She was surprised to see that it was one of the Ski Patrol. Usually they avoided the line and just skied to the front. It was one of the perks of being on the Patrol.

As Rachel stepped alongside her, the woman looked over and smiled at her. "Hey there," she said.

"Hi," Rachel said as she looked at the woman. The Ski Patrol varied in age with a surprising number a bit older. She was one of those. Her goggles were pushed up on her helmet so Rachel could see her striking sky blue eyes. They were all the more noticeable because the woman had jet black hair that hung out from under her helmet in pigtails. Rachel blushed a little as she looked at her face. The woman was quite good looking. The healthy tan of her face obviously came from being outdoors a lot. Her cheeks were reddened from the wind and the cold. The smile wrinkles around her eyes and mouth made Rachel instantly like her.

While Rachel was very slender with A cup breasts, the Patroller was the opposite. Rachel's almost boyish figure embarrassed her at times. She envied this woman's curves. She was by no means overweight but she had nice hips and a round ass that looked good even under her red Patrol jacket and pants. Above the narrowing of her waist, she filled out again into an impressive chest.

"What I wouldn't give to have a figure like that," Rachel thought. She blushed again.

As they waited for their turn, Rachel and the woman talked. Sometimes Rachel would hardly exchange a word with the other person, but the Patroller made Rachel feel at ease. Her name was Isabel.

Once they were on the lift, Isabel asked Rachel if she was skiing alone or with other friends. Looking back, Rachel could see her friends a couple of chairs behind them.

"I'm up with a couple of my girlfriends. They are back there behind us a few chairs," Rachel said and laughed. "They are always behind me."

Isabel laughed with her. "I know what you mean. I love to chat with my friends but when I am up here, I like to do what I came to do. Especially since the days when I am on patrol, I spend most of my time doing other things. I'm looking forward to having a free day tomorrow to ski!" She looked at Rachel. "So are you and your friends playing hooky from school?"

"No, we all graduated last year. We just took a few vacation days from work," Rachel told her. She felt Isabel's eyes still on her.

"From high school?" Isabel asked.

Rachel felt her face blush a beet red. With her slight size, she knew she didn't look her age. "No, from the University," she said. Rachel was glad that most of her face was covered by her goggles and a fleece mask to protect her from the wind. Despite that, Isabel noticed the skin that was showing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I know how irritating it is to be thought younger than you are," Isabel said. After a short pause she added, "Well I know how it used to be irritating. Now when I am thought younger than I am, I thank the person." Although Isabel couldn't really see Rachel's eyes because of her goggles, she could tell by the way Rachel was looking at her that she didn't quite believe her. "Honey, when you get to be my age, it's a complement."

"Isabel, what do you mean your age? I would guess early forties, which isn't that old," Rachel said with complete honesty.

"Oh Rachel, that is so sweet of you to say. Thank you so much! When a lovely young woman thinks I am ten years younger than I am, it is wonderful! I just turned 51, Rachel," Isabel said smiling. 

"No way," Rachel said.

"Yup! But old is a state of mind. I have friends who both look and act a lot older than me. I'm still having fun and enjoying life and don't plan on stopping!" Isabel's eyes twinkled as she spoke. It made Rachel like her all the more.

A moment later Rachel felt the lift jerk to a stop. There was a sickening lurch in her stomach as the lift bounced up and down and she felt almost like she was going to fall off. Without thinking she clutched at Isabel's arm. Isabel moved her arm quickly in front of Rachel. There was never really any danger but they happened to stop at the spot exactly in between towers which always felt the worst.

"You okay?" Isabel asked her.

"Yes. Just startled me," Rachel said. She knew her face was red again. Even though she just met Isabel, she already admired her and didn't like that she had acted like a scared little girl.

"I know what you mean. I'm just more used to it, but I feel my heart skip a beat every time," Isabel told her. She squeezed Rachel's arm and then let it go.

The lift was only stopped for a couple of minutes and then it started up again. There was just one more steep spot to go up before they reached the top. Both of them started to get ready. Rachel glanced over one more time to get a glimpse of Isabel's beautiful eyes before she covered them with her goggles. As the chair crested the top, Rachel felt her skis touch the ramp and she skied off.

"Have a great day," Isabel called over her shoulder to Rachel.

"You too!" Rachel replied. She watched Isabel ski away, admiring her body once again. As she skied down the terrain, her hips moved left and right. Rachel was still looking down the slope at her when her friends came off the lift. 

"What shall we run now?" Amanda wanted to know. That broke Rachel's focus on the ever shrinking form of Isabel and started a mini argument as they each argued for a different run. Cheryl settled it by suggesting they run all of them as the next three runs. The two other women agreed and offered to do Cheryl's first. 

"Let's do Rachel's last. It's the toughest run and we will be really warmed up by the time we do it," Cheryl told them. Rachel didn't really care that much, as long as they started to ski soon.

The next two runs were both fun, although not as challenging as Rachel really liked. But on the positive side, they were groomed and so she was able to get a little more speed going. Slowing down only where the resort had warning signs manned by people who could issue warnings for going too fast, Rachel set a quick pace for her friends to follow. On the steeper slopes, Rachel really got going. Her line was almost straight with just enough turns in them to bleed off a little speed. Rather than waiting for the others, she took three steep slopes right in a row. Her heart was beating fast as she stopped at the bottom by the lift and waited for them to rejoin her. There was a tiny burn in her thighs but she was used to pushing herself and it disappeared in a moment.

As they headed back up to the top of the mountain, the chair they were on was big enough for four. An older man came out of the singles line to join them as they were about to get on the chair. He was one of the quiet ones who simply acknowledged them with a nod. Rachel didn't mind. He was better than some of the young snowboarding guys. Cheryl and Amanda liked the flirting that would happen with those guys, but Rachel wasn't comfortable with it. 

"Rachel, let Cheryl and me go first on this run. We promise to ski and not talk but you ski so aggressively it makes me a little nervous on a run like this. I want to set a little slower pace," Amanda told Rachel. Cheryl nodded.

"Okay that's fine. But don't be too conservative on this either. If you don't take the slot with some speed and quick turns, it can be as bad as too fast. It's easy to catch an edge there," Rachel warned them.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Amanda said. 

After getting off the chair, they skied over to the top of the run. It took a while to get there and they were on the edge of the backcountry. Rachel watched as first Cheryl and then Amanda started down the slope. It started as a fairly wide space but gradually narrowed down into a tight and steep slot that went for about 30 feet before opening again. Cheryl had a great line and Rachel enjoyed watching her go down through the narrow section and then pull over to the side once she was through. She thought about starting down but decided to wait until Amanda was clear so she could really let go without having to worry about running into Amanda.

Rachel was starting to line up for her own run when she noticed how timid Amanda was taking the run. With the slow speed that she was going, it was going to be harder than it should be to get through the slot. "Oh shit," Rachel said as her worries came true. She could see that Amanda had caught her ski and was starting to twist. It was a bad place to fall as it was steep enough that most of the new snow didn't stay there and the snow that was there was compressed and hard from all the people who came down it. "Oh fuck!" Rachel said louder. Amanda wasn't going to be able to recover. She was falling at the steepest spot. Rachel could see her leg twisting before first one ski and then the other popped off. She fell forward and downward. She hit with a sickening force and then continued to slide down the hill out of control. Rachel was horrified to see her sliding close to the edges where there were some rocks exposed. 

Without waiting any longer, Rachel launched herself down the slope. She pushed harder than she had ever gone on that run but she wanted to get to her friend as soon as possible. Even though she could tell she was on the edge of being out of control, her worry for Amanda didn't let her rein it in. Looking down slope, she could see that Amanda had stopped sliding. Cheryl was just standing there in shock. Suddenly Rachel realized that Amanda's skis were almost blocking her path. They each went a separate way and made it almost impossible to miss. Gritting her teeth, Rachel pointed her skis downhill and took on more speed as she went into the slot. She had never run it like this. She aimed for the narrow space between Amanda's skis and shot through them. As soon as she made it past, she took a couple of long turns to get the speed down as she headed to Amanda.

"Get her skis," Rachel shouted to Cheryl. That was the only route in and if they needed help, she didn't want them getting in the way.

When she got to Amanda, Rachel found her moaning as she tried to turn over. Her left arm was hanging loose and useless against her body and her right upper arm had a long rip in the sleeve showing a cut that was bleeding. The first thing that Rachel did was get out of her own skis.

"Fuck, my knee!" Amanda cried out as she moved. Before Rachel could get her skis off, Amanda had managed to get onto her back but was unable to get to her feet. Her knee was obviously hurt. "Shit, shit, shit," Amanda said. She was trying to be brave but the pain was bad enough that she was starting to cry a little from it.

There was no way they were skiing out of this, Rachel realized. She dropped her helmet and gloves onto the ground. Opening up her pocket, she hit the speed dial for the ski patrol office. At the same time, she was undoing her fanny pack where she had her emergency first aid kit.

"Hello Ski Patrol. What's the problem?" It was the emergency only line so the man answering was safe in assuming there was something wrong.

"Hi, my friend Amanda just fell at the slot on Danny's Drop. It looks like she hurt her shoulder and her knee pretty badly. And she is bleeding from a gash on her arm. We need some help."

"Okay, what's your name?" the man asked. When Rachel told him, he continued. "Okay Rachel, just stay calm. We will have someone there shortly and a toboggan in just a little bit. Is Amanda conscious?"

"Yeah, she is. It doesn't look like she hit her head because she is pretty aware of what is going on," Rachel said. She was kneeling beside Amanda and looking at the gash on her arm. It was bleeding steadily but not fast. She held the phone against her shoulder with her head as she reached with both hands to rip the sleeve open a little more. Getting out a gauze pad, she opened it and pressed it against the cut. Amanda gasped from the pain caused by the pressure.

"I'm sorry, but I want to stop that bleeding," Rachel said gently to Amanda. After a moment she responded to the guy on the phone. "Yeah, I have a few things. I've got a sterile gauze pan and I am putting pressure on the cut so that it will stop bleeding."

At that moment, Cheryl skied up. First she stuck Amanda's skis into the snow and then she took off her own. Her face was filled with fear. Cheryl and Amanda were friends all the way back to high school and had been roommates all the way through college.

"Oh, Amanda. Are you okay," Cheryl said frantically.

Despite her pain, Amanda couldn't stop a couple of chuckles from bursting out. "Oh yeah, I'm fine. Other than my shoulder, my knee and the cut that Rachel is trying to stop me from bleeding out," she told her friend. After a second, she noticed how worried Cheryl was. "It's okay, Cheryl, really. Yeah I'm hurt but it's nothing permanent. I'll be okay."

It was cold enough that Rachel didn't want to expose any more of Amanda's arm then she had to. Handing her phone to Cheryl, she grabbed another gauze pad and folded it up before putting over the other one. After that she took out her tape and wrapped it tightly around Amanda's arm. Hopefully that would keep most of the bleeding stopped.

Despite the cold, Rachel took off her coat and put it down over Amanda. When Amanda protested that she would get cold, Rachel just looked at her. "It's only until the Patrol gets here and I'll be fine. I know you feel okay now, but I am a little worried about shock." She looked up the hill hoping to see someone coming down. As she watched, Rachel saw someone come over the crest at the top and start down the slope. From the red outfit, it looked like the first Patroller was almost there. Rachel sighed in relief. She had first aid training but there was only so much that she could do without supplies.

As the skier approached, Rachel realized it was Isabel. She got a little smile. Having someone she knew, even slightly, felt more reassuring.

When Isabel pulled up just below them, she pushed up her goggles. Looking at Rachel, she spoke. "Well I am sorry to see you again, at least like this. So who's your friend?"

"Well I'm glad to see you, Isabel. This is Amanda," Rachel said. "And that is Cheryl."

Swinging off her backpack, Isabel opened it up and got out a small thermal blanket. "First things first, put your coat back on Rachel. No need for you to freeze," she said as she got down on her knees. She quickly checked out Amanda's injuries. They were serious but she had seen much worse. Amanda didn't seem to have a concussion and Rachel had done a good job at stopping the bleeding. From her experience, Isabel guessed that Amanda had a separated shoulder. The knee was trickier. Since Amanda had been able to move around, Isabel thought it might just be a strain but it would take a trip to the hospital to tell. After finishing her examination, she wrapped Amanda in the blanket and spent the time waiting for the toboggan by getting Amanda's details.

Cheryl was next to Amanda, holding the hand of her good arm. She was weeping a little bit. Isabel smiled at her. "Your friend is going to be okay, Cheryl. She's banged up but it's all fixable. It's too cold to cry. You don't want frozen tears on your cheeks, believe me." Cheryl looked at her and nodded. Taking a deep breath, Cheryl managed to stop them.

Hearing a noise, Rachel looked up the hill. She could see two more patrollers starting down the slope. They had a toboggan between them and they were slowly making their way down. It was obviously a little tricky and Rachel was glad it wasn't her who was going to have to go down in it. They were clearly experts by the way they maneuvered it down through the slot. She felt a little better about the thought of her friend riding in it.

They were very efficient and it didn't take long for them to get Amanda into it and strapped in with her skis alongside. As they started down the hill, Isabel hung back. Rachel stayed with her while Cheryl followed right behind.

"I like to give them a little space, just in case something pops out," Isabel told Rachel. "Good job on taking care of her. You made the best of a bad situation especially that cut." Rachel blushed and said thanks.

As Rachel retrieved her helmet and gloves, Isabel looked at her. On the lift, Rachel had on her helmet, gloves and mask. It had been almost impossible to see her face. Now Isabel noticed how pretty Rachel was. Her blonde hair was hanging down to the midpoint of her back in a French braid. Rachel had high cheekbones and almond shaped eyes of green. Overall she had an elfin quality about her. She looked younger than Isabel guessed she really was, especially after talking on the lift. Before Rachel finished putting on her gear, Isabel looked away so that Rachel wouldn't notice her scrutiny.

They skied down together following the toboggan down. Isabel was impressed by how well Rachel skied. She picked challenging lines but handled them with ease. Even though it was an unpleasant time for Rachel and her friends, Isabel found that unexpectedly she enjoyed the run down the hill. 

When the group got to the bottom, Isabel followed them as far as the Ski Patrol office. She handed the information she had recorded to one of the other patrollers and said her goodbyes. After telling Amanda that she hoped that the injuries weren't too severe, she gave a little wave to Rachel and Cheryl before turning around and heading back to the chair lift. Her place was up on the mountain in case someone else needed help.


Out of Bounds



Rachel watched Isabel while Amanda was unstrapped and helped into the office. Once again, she admired Isabel's curves. She blushed a little when Isabel turned to look back and saw her watching. Isabel raised a hand and gave Rachel a little wave. After hesitating, Rachel waved back. Isabel turned and vanished from sight as she went to get on the next chair.

By the time Rachel got inside, the doctor who was volunteering that week had already finished checking Amanda out and was talking to her and Cheryl while starting to secure Amanda's arm.

"Well, I agree that the shoulder is separated but it's hard to tell how bad without an x-ray. The knee is going to need a MRI to see how bad it is. Since you've been able to bear a little weight on it, I'm guessing it's not torn. But in any case it means you need to get to a hospital," he said. He looked at Rachel and Cheryl. "If you are comfortable in transporting her, you can take her either to the closest hospital or go all the way home and pick one convenient there. It would save you an expensive ambulance ride."

While he finished getting her ready to be able to travel, the three of them talked it over. They all agreed that an ambulance didn't make any sense. Cheryl had her SUV here so there was enough room for Amanda to be as comfortable as possible. The only question was who should go. Rachel insisted that she should come along. She didn't want to leave her friend when she was hurting. Both Cheryl and Amanda were just as insistent that Rachel should stay.

"Rachel, you know this is the only vacation you are going to get this year. And we've already paid for everything. We have the hotel for another three nights, and we are past when we could cancel. You already bought your tickets. Why waste the money?" Cheryl said.

"And of all of us, you are the one who lives to ski. I don't want to ruin your vacation. I feel bad enough; don't put that on me," Amanda said looking at Rachel. 

"Look, I'll go down with Amanda and stay with her tonight and maybe tomorrow but come back up early for the last full day and spend the last night," Cheryl suggested. "Especially since my leaving means you have no way to get home without me coming back." 

"If I'm feeling okay, I might even come too and just hang out in the room and the bar," Amanda added. "Nothing like a helpless female to attract the guys!" She laughed and the others joined in. 

Against her better judgment, Rachel allowed herself to be persuaded. Everything her friends said was true. She had spent her entire budget for vacation on this week. She hated the idea of losing it even though it still felt disloyal to her friend.

While the doctor finished taking care of Amanda, one of the guys from the patrol gave Cheryl a ride down to her SUV, that way Amanda wouldn't need to transfer from one car to another. When Cheryl got back, she had a sly smile on her face. 

"That cute patrol guy wanted to know if I was interested in going out. I've got his number and am going to call him," Cheryl excitedly said. Both of the other women rolled their eyes and chuckled. Cheryl attracted guys like bears to honey. She never seemed to get serious but she always had a bunch on the line.

Cheryl's new admirer helped them to get Amanda out to her SUV. Rachel had to admit he was cute, but then pretty much every guy Cheryl went out with was. Her standards were high as far as looks go. Rachel shook her head, wishing that Cheryl's standards for their personality were as high. A lot of them were jerks. Not that it mattered too much. Cheryl dropped guys and replaced them with startling rapidity.

Before shutting the door, Rachel gave Amanda a big hug. "If you need me down there, just send someone to get me sooner. It's not a problem. In fact I can still come now..."

"Shut up!" Amanda said sweetly as she hugged Rachel back. "Don't worry about me. I'm sure it's nothing that weeks of intense painful physical therapy can't fix! Have fun and really, don't think about me." Rachel stepped back and waved as they drove off. They were going to stop for a moment at the lodge while Cheryl ran in to grab a few essential things but it didn't make sense for her to trudge over there and then back.

Checking her watch, Rachel realized that dealing with everything had taken a couple of hours. It was well into lunch time and she was hungry. Going inside, she grabbed a pre-made sandwich and got a glass of apple juice. The dining area was packed but she managed to find an empty seat at a table with an older couple. Wolfing her food, Rachel wanted to get back up on the mountain while most people were at lunch. She hated to miss the uncrowded slopes. Wiping her mouth and nodding at the couple, she was done in just a few minutes.

"Time to get some skiing in!" Rachel thought.

Late that afternoon, Rachel made her way back to the lodge. Her muscles were feeling a little tired but not too bad. She had missed a fair amount of skiing in the middle of the day and that meant she still had a little reserve left.

After putting her gear away in the locker outside her room, Rachel went inside. It was a little early for her to normally eat but she hadn't had a lot at lunch and she had worked hard. They had rented a full apartment style condo that had a kitchen in it so they could save some money on food. Rachel went into the kitchen and looked around. She had bought some fresh bread yesterday to go with pasta. It would start to go stale soon so Rachel decided to do that.

Before starting to cook, Rachel took a shower. She considered taking a bath in the extra-large tub they had in the master bath, but her muscles weren't sore enough. After her friends had left, there was nothing to slow her down and she had skied much harder the rest of the day. Even though it was cold, she had worked up a sweat. Rachel just wanted to get clean. 

When she came out, Rachel had on a robe with nothing underneath. She was by herself with the curtains drawn. It felt comfortable and she always liked being able to do without clothing when she could. Although she was hungry, Rachel took her time making dinner. Without her friends there, she didn't have a lot to do for the rest of the evening so there was no point in rushing. 

As she moved around the room, Rachel could feel the slightly rough fabric of the robe brushing against her nipples. Although her breasts were small, she had long nipples that stuck out when she was excited. It was yet one more thing about her body that embarrassed her. They seemed to be extra sensitive, which meant they got excited a lot. Even though she did not really need to wear a bra all the time, Rachel usually did to help hide them.

Tonight however, there was no reason to be embarrassed. The feeling was very nice and it slowly made her whole body tingle. It had been a while since the last time Rachel had sex and she was hornier than she realized. While she was cutting up some vegetables for her green salad, Rachel started to press her hips against the counter without even knowing it. Before she could get too excited, however, the pasta was done and needed to be drained. Rachel pulled away from the counter to go over and pour the pot into a waiting strainer. She quickly served everything on her plate, put it on the table, and sat down to eat. Rachel was too hungry to think about much else now.

It was boring to eat alone, especially when Rachel had been looking forward to spending time with her two best friends. She didn't see them as much now that they were out of school. The two of them were living together and would have been happy to have Rachel there too. Unfortunately her job was in the complete opposite direction and rather than have a nasty commute, Rachel had moved in with someone else she knew from college. It worked but Rachel hadn't really known the other woman that well so they didn't really hang out that much. It was a place to live and that was about all.

After cleaning up, Rachel brought in her skis and got out her tuning kit. Using the iron she had for that purpose, she applied a new coat of wax. When that was done, she used an edger to hone the edges. It didn't look like there would be any snow tonight so there could be some icy patches. She wanted to be able to be able to really hold her turns. Finally both skis were done to her satisfaction and she put them back away.

With nothing else to do, Rachel went to the bedroom and looked at the things that she had brought. There were a number of games. The three of them loved to play games back in college and they were looking forward to having at least one game night. Rachel had also brought up a couple of books. She picked them up and looked back and forth between them. One was a spy novel and the other was a fantasy. She felt strangely ambivalent about both of them. Finally she put down the fantasy and took the other one out into the living room. Curling up on the sofa, she started to read it. 

Half an hour later Rachel put it back down. Somehow reading wasn't doing it for her tonight. Rachel sighed. It wasn't just missing having Cheryl and Amanda there with her. They had planned to go out tonight and Rachel had been looking forward to it. She was not as wild as Cheryl, or even Amanda, but she had been in the mood for some light flirting. It was rare for her to go out on her own and most of the people she would normally do that with were a little bit too far away to make it easy. And Rachel hadn't gotten to know anyone that well at her new work. They were mostly older and married. Plus Rachel was more comfortable going out with people who really knew her.

Picking up the book again, Rachel tried to get into it. It wasn't a bad book but her mind was just elsewhere. She looked at the clock. Between showering, cooking and reading it was a little later than she guessed, but it still wasn't late. It was only 7:30 and Rachel definitely was not going to be ready to go to bed for a while. She read another page before she put the book down again.

Rachel knew what she really wanted to do but she was shy about doing it. The plan had been for the three of them to go to the lodge bar and hang out there. She still wanted to do that but the thought of being on her own stopped Rachel. Even if the objective was to meet people, Rachel was much more comfortable going in a group. It was often hard for her to talk to someone she hadn't met. She always felt tongue-tied. Tonight it was frustrating.

"Damn it," Rachel thought. "I'm not going to be satisfied with anything else, am I? I might as well go." She got up and went into the bedroom to go through the clothes she brought. The only advantage of the girls being gone was that she wouldn't have to sleep on the foldout sofa. Instead she would get the king bed in which Amanda and Cheryl were planning on sleeping. Rachel pulled out the clothes that she had been planning to wear. Cheryl had actually helped pick them out. They were all a little sexier than Rachel usually wore. It usually took Cheryl to break her out of her more conservative clothing. Without her there, Rachel didn't have the courage to wear them.

Instead Rachel pulled out some of her ski clothes. She had a nice patterned turtleneck that fit her nicely. It was tight enough that Rachel decided to go without her bra. She would also wear her fleece vest so that would give her a little covering. She pulled out a pair of jeans that fit almost like a second skin. "I don't have much of a body," Rachel thought. "I guess I should use the little I have to my advantage." Dropping her robe she put on a thong. If she didn't want bra lines, she might as well avoid any from panties.

Once she was dressed, Rachel went into the bathroom and put on some make up. She didn't like to use much but a little highlighting was good. Her eyes were one of her best features so she put on some purple eye shadow in addition to some eyeliner. For her lips, she used a fairly subtle shade of dark red. It was only a little more colorful than her lips already were. Her cheekbones looked great so she only used a tiny bit of blush. Looking at herself when she was done, Rachel was pleased. She looked nice without standing out too much. On her own, that was always her goal. She combed her hair and tried to make it look nice. When she took her shower, she had taken out the braid. Thinking about tomorrow, she frowned. She liked the braid when skiing. It kept her hair out of the way but looked nice. On her own, she could never get the braid right. She would probably just put it in pigtails or a low ponytail. Finally satisfied that she was ready, Rachel headed out of the bathroom.

Pulling on her vest, Rachel checked to make sure she had her little wallet with her. Without ID, she would never get in to a bar. She just looked too young. 

It only took a few minutes to get to the bar. As she entered, the noise from the people hit her. It was a little intimidating. She almost backed out and went up to her room, but someone was coming up behind her and she forced herself to continue. The bouncer at the door spent longer checking her ID than normal but Rachel was used to that. Finally he let her pass. Once she was inside, Rachel looked around. It was pretty crowded. She wasn't sure she could find a table and she was too nervous to go up to the bar. 

Rachel was still feeling uncertain whether she would stay when she saw a familiar face. It was Isabel at a table for two, although it looked like she was alone. Rachel hesitated. Going up to someone that she had only met twice was a little bolder than Rachel usually was. But the thought of at least having someone she had met was too strong. Plus Rachel found herself drawn to Isabel. Pushing her way through the crowd, she made her way over there.

"Well hello there," Isabel said with a big smile as she saw Rachel walk up. "Good to see you again! How is your friend doing?" she asked.

"I got a text from Cheryl a while ago. You were right, a grade 3 shoulder separation and a strained ACL and MCL. But they are pretty bad strains. She is going to have some rehab to do!" Rachel told her. "Um, are you alone? Do you mind if I join you?"

"I am and I would be pleased if you would," Isabel said. She watched as Rachel sat down. "A little bored on your own?"

"Yeah. It was supposed to be a girls trip. Now it's just me. I almost didn't come down. I am more of a group person when it comes to going out," Rachel told her.

"Well I am very glad you did. I like having someone to talk to as well," Isabel said. "It was looking like a lonely night until you showed up."

"Oh I doubt that. An attractive woman like you would get someone over here talking you up in no time," Rachel said. She meant it. With her ski jacket and pants off, Isabel looked even better. She had on a thermal shirt that was zipped down to expose her cleavage, almost showing her bra. The shirt fit her well and showed that she was quite fit but also emphasized her breasts. She must be at least a D cup, Rachel thought enviously. As she had been walking up to Isabel, she had noticed that Isabel was wearing a pair of tight stretch ski pants. They were too light to wear skiing in weather like this but were common for spring skiing. Rachel had a similar pair but wished that she looked like Isabel in them. They showed off Isabel's firm thighs and calves. Rachel couldn't really see Isabel's ass but she imagined that it must look very nice from what it looked like in more bulky ski pants. 

"You are so sweet, Rachel. You know how to flatter an old woman," Isabel said laughing. "I think the younger and more attractive women will get the attention here tonight. Women like you."

Rachel felt her face go red at Isabel's words. She wasn't used to praise. She tended to be the one somewhat overlooked when she went out with Cheryl and Amanda. Both of them had much better figures and were cute too. It was just as well; she often felt uncomfortable when guys hit on her. In any case, she meant what she said to Isabel.

"Isabel, stop saying that. You are as attractive as any woman here. You look way younger than you told me you are. And I wish I had a body like yours. You have a woman's body!" Rachel said with a tone of certainty.

"Well thank you," Isabel said. Her eyes twinkled as she smiled at Rachel. 

The two of them started to talk. Rachel was interested in how Isabel had gotten into the Ski Patrol and how long she had been doing it. As they talked Rachel found her attention kept getting caught by Isabel's breasts. The way she had her shirt unzipped, they were very beautiful. The tops of them were quite exposed, showing off the curve deep into her cleavage. Even through her bra, Rachel could see that Isabel too had prominent nipples. Isabel had a long neck that still showed very little signs of her age. All that exposed skin was very alluring. Rachel tried not to get distracted but it was almost impossible.

Rachel hoped that she wasn't being too obvious. For the most part, Isabel didn't seem to notice. Although at the same time, it was almost as if she was showing them off. She would occasionally lean back, arching her back. It pulled her shirt tighter and exposed her breasts a little more. Her bra would peak out just a little. Once it happened while Rachel was speaking. All of a sudden she lost her train of thought and was stumbling over her words. She was too embarrassed to notice the tiny smile on Isabel's face.

Rachel was telling Isabel about how she was going to be alone for the next two days before Cheryl and maybe Amanda came back up. "I am going to miss them both but on the other hand, it means I can ski more and harder. I get almost twice as many runs in when I don't ski with them," she said with a smile.

Isabel looked thoughtful for a moment. Finally she spoke. "You know, I'm actually done with Patrol for the week. I'm not back on until Saturday. But I am staying up a couple more days to just ski. Usually I hook up with some of the other off duty people. Would you like to ski with me instead? I don't think I will slow you down."

"I would like that a lot!" Rachel said with a big smile. It wasn't that she liked skiing alone. She just didn't have many friends who could really push her. Plus to have it be someone like Isabel that she admired was awesome. She had already seen that she was a very good skier.

"So would I. It isn't often that I get to ski for fun with someone who is both a great skier and so enthusiastic. Honestly a lot of my friends from the Patrol are a little jaded. They have fun but the sheer joy isn't always there," Isabel said.

For a while they talked about tomorrow. Isabel told her to meet a half an hour before the lifts opened. They started uploading staff at that time including the Ski Patrol. Although she wasn't working, Isabel would still be able to go up at the same time and she could take Rachel along. It was a rare chance to get up on the slopes before anyone else.

As time went on, they shifted off the topic of skiing. Isabel was curious about Rachel and started to ask her questions. Although she was usually fairly private, Rachel found that she was comfortable in talking to Isabel. Slowly and without Rachel completely noticing it, the conversation took on a new tone. Later when she tried to think about it, Rachel couldn't tell if it started with Isabel or her. But a slightly flirtatious tone began to enter into how they were interacting. It was subtle to start but as time went on it became noticeable.

Rachel began to realize that when Isabel said something funny, she laughed just a little more than it truly deserved. She was also responding much more playfully than was normal. There had only been a few people with whom Rachel had felt like this before. Trying not to overthink it, Rachel just enjoyed it. Even though she was shy and didn't think that her body was very attractive, her face was exotically beautiful. She got her fair share of attention, but never from someone so mature. It was flattering that a woman as good looking as Isabel found her attractive.




Out of Bounds



The fact that Isabel was a woman did not bother Rachel at all. She had dated both men and women during college but as time went on, she was most comfortable with women. She had come out to her parents with her preference during her junior year. They both were supportive although they hoped that over time the pendulum might swing the other way. That hadn't happened so far. Unlike some, graduation had not made much of a difference for Rachel. If anything, she had almost exclusively gone out with women after graduation although she was a little more equal opportunity in flirting. It was just for the guys, it was extremely unlikely to lead anywhere.

Initially Rachel hadn't gotten any vibe that Isabel was interested in women but as the evening went on, that had changed. The conversation had slowly gotten more personal and Isabel was reaching out to touch her as they talked. Rachel knew that her nipples had gotten hard as the feeling of intimacy grew between them. For once, it didn't embarrass her. She wanted Isabel to know that she was turned on by here.

Unless you counted two or three years older, Rachel had never been with an older woman, or man for that matter. Yet she had to admit that she was strongly attracted to Isabel. Her body was not just what she wished she had, but was the type that she was most drawn to. Rachel had not had a lot of lovers, but the ones where the physical part of it was best had always been women who were curvier with larger breasts and hips that truly were worthy of the name. Skinny women like her just didn't do it for Rachel.

Before Rachel realized it, three hours had slipped by and all the skiing was starting to catch up with her. She stopped a yawn before it really developed but Isabel saw it. She smiled but she was also starting to feel the hour. "Perhaps we should call it a night and meet in the morning?" Isabel suggested.

"I guess. I've had a great time though," Rachel said with a smile. "I am so glad I saw you. This was much nicer than I thought it might be."

"Oh, I'm sure," Isabel said with a little smile. "I prevented someone young and hot from coming up to talk to you."

Although feeling nervous, Rachel still managed to look Isabel in the eye. "Yes it was. I was with someone much hotter than I expected to meet." This time it was Isabel's turn to blush. Slowly the blush turned into a smile. 

"Well thank you, Rachel. You are so very sweet. I have to say it has been a very long time since such a beautiful young woman has said that about me," Isabel said quietly. She then added, "Let's go."

Rachel got up and started walking toward the door with Isabel beside her. She felt Isabel's hand touch the base of her spine, guiding her out of the room. Rachel wondered whether or not Isabel felt the shiver it caused to run through Rachel's body. When they finally made their way out, Rachel started walking to the stairs to go up to her room. She felt Isabel staying with her. They were quiet. 

When they reached the door to the condo, Rachel turned. Isabel was a pace behind her. Rachel once again felt her shyness come over her. She looked down for a moment and then looked Isabel in the eyes. Her voice was shaking from her nervousness. "Would you like to come in for another drink?" she asked.

Isabel reached up and caressed Rachel's face. "Chelle ... you don't mind if I call you Chelle, do you?" Rachel smiled and shook her head no. Growing up people had called her Rae or Rach, but she couldn't remember anyone calling her Chelle. It sounded good though, especially coming from Isabel.

"Chelle, I think I should go back to the Patrol cabin tonight. You are tired and I am tired. It would be better if we both get a good rest and enjoyed tomorrow together. After skiing, we can see what we want to do then," Isabel suggested.

A part of Rachel wanted to say the hell with it and pull Isabel inside. There was another part that recognized the wisdom in what she was saying. Tomorrow night they could have the whole evening together, and she would get the day with Isabel to get to know her. Rachel could feel how tired she was. She sighed. 

"Sounds good," Rachel told Isabel. She was still of a mixed mind but being sensible was winning out.

"I'll see you in the morning then," Isabel replied. She started to turn away when Rachel stepped forward. She put her hands on Isabel's shoulders and pulled her back. Sliding an arm behind Isabel's neck, Rachel kissed her. Her lips lightly pressed against Isabel, parting after a moment. Isabel responded by opening her mouth and letting Rachel's tentative tongue dart inside. Rachel felt Isabel's strong arms reach around and touch her on the lower back. Her body was gently pulled against Isabel's. Rachel could feel Isabel's breasts press into her own little ones. She sighed into the kiss. 

Too soon, Rachel felt Isabel pulling back. She opened her eyes that had closed as the kiss began to deepen. Isabel was still holding her close, meeting Rachel's gaze. There was a little smile on her lips.

"Good night, Chelle," Isabel said. She gave Rachel one more soft kiss on the lips that lasted only a couple of seconds. When she pulled away, Rachel let her this time. After watching Isabel go to the stairs and leave, she turned to go into the condo. The smile on her lips was still there when she finally finished getting ready and climbed into bed. Rachel couldn't remember what she dreamed that night, just that they were very nice dreams.

In the morning Rachel got up as soon as the alarm went off. Normally she hit the snooze button at least a couple of times. Today she didn't want to take any chances on being delayed. She made a quick breakfast and then started getting on her ski clothes. The sky was still clear and it looked to be another very cold day. Deciding not to wear a bra, she pulled on a thermal top and then continued to get dressed. Before she pulled on her ski pants she went into the bathroom.

Looking at herself in the mirror, Rachel sighed. She didn't know what to do with her hair. The easiest thing was to put it in pigtails. They were more comfortable than a ponytail under her helmet. But they also make her look even younger than normal. She wished there was someone to help her with another French braid, but there was nothing that she could do. If she was just skiing by herself, she would have put her hair in pigtails and be done with it. Rachel wasn't skiing alone and what Isabel thought of her mattered. Grabbing her hair, she pulled it back all together and made a ponytail as low as she could. It bunched more than a braid and she would be able to feel it under her helmet, but Rachel liked how she looked better.

When she pulled on her ski pants, Rachel went back in the bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. Turning around, she looked at her ass and sighed. It barely flared out at all. She wished that her ass was a little more like Isabel's. Even if it was just a bit, at least then it would be noticeable. Despite the bulk the pants added, it still was nothing to draw any attention. She shrugged on her ski coat. Pulling her ski mask over her head, she pushed it down around her neck. Unless it was really cold, she didn't really want to wear it pulled up on her face. Inspecting herself one last time, Rachel was satisfied that she had done the best that she could. 

Rachel went outside and grabbed her ski boots and brought them inside to put on. It didn't take long and she was pretty much ready to go. She grabbed her helmet and gloves. Once her helmet was on, she untwisted the goggles hanging off the back and pulled them around the front of her helmet. She wouldn't need them until they were skiing. Finally her gloves went on and she was ready to go. She looked over at the clock on the wall. She was running ahead of schedule. 

"Good," Rachel thought. The last thing she wanted to do was make Isabel wait. Rachel went out of the condo and gathered up the rest of her gear and made her way over to the spot at which Isabel said to meet. She got there ahead of Isabel, which was fine with Rachel. Even though she was looking for Isabel's approach, Rachel missed it. Rather than wearing her Ski Patrol gear, she had on a blue and yellow coat over a matching pair of pants. She came up unnoticed behind Rachel.

"Good morning, Chelle. It's nice to see you," Isabel said.

Quickly turning around, Rachel smiled as she saw Isabel. "Morning. I'm glad to see you too. You look nice! I like that outfit," Rachel told her. She liked how Isabel smiled at the comment. However, after a moment, Isabel's attention was distracted.

Looking over at the lift, Isabel could see that it was just starting to move. They would start loading the mountain crew in a few minutes. She wanted to get on as soon as possible so that Rachel could have one of the very first runs down the mountain.

"Are you ready?" Isabel asked. When Rachel nodded yes, Isabel pushed off and skated over to the line with Rachel right behind her. Bypassing the line that already starting to form, the two of them went by the operators hut and got ready. One of the lift people came over and checked to make sure that Rachel had a ticket but no one questioned whether she should be there. Isabel was greeted by most of the employees with a hug.

When they started taking people on the lift, Rachel and Isabel weren't on the first lift going up but they were on the second. They chatted on the way up with the other people on the lift. Chairlifts were usually tightly packed. For once Rachel didn't mind. She liked the feeling of Isabel's body pressing against hers. There was a feeling of excitement running through Rachel. Part of it was getting an early run but she knew the other part was just being with Isabel. Rachel wasn't sure where things would go today but she wasn't worrying about it. For now she would just enjoy it.

As soon as they were off the chair, the two of them headed towards the run that they had picked as their first one. Side by side, they flew down the mountain. Without anyone else to worry about hitting, they were able to really let loose. Despite the younger woman setting a very aggressive pace, Isabel had no problem keeping up with her. When Rachel launched off a bump and flew through the air for a long distance before landing, it was one of the few times that Isabel backed off and took it without catching any air. Her knees weren't 21 anymore.

When they got down to the lift, Rachel pulled up to wait for Isabel to join her. Only seconds behind Rachel, she came in fast. As she turned to stop, Isabel sprayed Rachel with a shower of snow. Rachel laughed. That was normally what she did to Amanda and Cheryl. 

"Nice run! You are really quite a good skier, Chelle," Isabel said. Rachel smiled and felt her face blush. She wasn't embarrassed by the praise. It was more how Isabel made her feel. 

"Thanks," Rachel said. She couldn't get the smile off her face. This was going to be a fun day. "You are pretty amazing too, Isabel."

Not wanting to miss out on any skiing, they headed over to the line and quickly caught another chair up the mountain. As the morning got going, the slopes gradually got busier. Rachel and Isabel moved off some of the more popular runs and started skiing the more difficult ones. After about an hour and a half, Isabel asked Rachel if she was interested in doing some backcountry runs. Even though she wasn't on duty, Isabel still had her Patrol backpack. It was just habit to always wear it.

"I would love to but I don't have a transponder or some of the other stuff I should have," Rachel said. She was an aggressive skier but she also took only measured risks. Going into the backcountry always had a risk of avalanche. Having an emergency transponder and gear for rescues was something that anyone skiing the backcountry should have.

"Don't worry. There is a spare pack at the Patrol room at the top. We can borrow it. It is mostly for situations like this. Patrollers like to ski the backcountry but sometimes friends don't have what they need," Isabel said with a smile. She reached out and patted Rachel. "Chelle, I think you qualify as my friend."

Feeling a little of the flirtatious mood from last night, Rachel pressed her body against Isabel's. "I hope so," she said in a low voice so the others on the chair wouldn't hear. She felt an answering pressure from Isabel. Rachel's smile got a little bigger. 

Rachel had a great time skiing the backcountry with Isabel. Even though there hadn't been any snow in two days, Isabel had no problem in finding untracked powder. It felt like gliding as they skied their way down. They had gotten to know each other's tendencies and now when they went down, they were side by side matching each other's turns. They were completely in sync. 

Skiing powder was more tiring than the groomed slopes. By the time it was lunch, they were ready for a break. They skied to one of the mid-mountain lodges that served food. Just like Rachel, Isabel viewed the lunch break as something that just got in the way of her ski time. They got something quick to eat and finished as soon as possible so they could get back on the mountain.

All in all it was a wonderful day for Rachel. It was extremely rare for her to ski with someone who matched her enthusiasm for skiing as well as her skill. The day went by faster than she would have expected and most of it was skiing. They talked on the chairlifts but otherwise they generally skied the runs without practically any pauses. Despite both of them being in good shape, their legs were feeling the effort by the time the day was over.

As they rode the lift up to the top for one last time before it closed, they were alone on the lift. There were far fewer people left skiing. The shadows were long on the hill and the sun would be behind the mountains in a short time. It was lovely. Rachel was feeling a little tired and she rested her head on Isabel's shoulder. Despite the flirting that continued all day between them, it hadn't gone beyond that.

Rachel put her arm out and rested it on Isabel's leg. It was the first time she had done something like that but it felt right. Isabel's hand came down on top of hers. Rachel couldn't remember a time she felt more content. 

"Chelle, what do you want to do after this?" Isabel asked. "You've been in the company of an old woman all day. Maybe you want to do something else now," she added.

Lifting up her head, Rachel pulled her goggles up onto her helmet. She looked at Isabel. "I've been skiing with a beautiful sexy woman all day. Now I would like to spend the evening with her. That is if you want to spend it with me." Rachel smiled in a shy way. "Maybe I'm too young." She looked confident but her voice betrayed her nervousness. She knew that Isabel was attracted to her but there was a nagging doubt that Isabel would be willing to be with someone less than half her age.

Isabel's fingers curled around Rachel's glove and squeezed. "Chelle, I have to admit that I've thought about that. I feel a little like a perv. You are much younger. I haven't told you this before but you are a year younger than my own daughter, which makes me feel even weirder."

Rachel felt the first traces of panic. It had been such a wonderful day with Isabel and she didn't want it to end. "I don't care," she said. "You are beautiful and sexy, Isabel. And I'm not saying that because I have a thing for older women. I've never gone out with one before. More importantly, I like you. You are an amazing woman and you make me feel good." She paused and tried to take the slight panic out of her voice. "I just would like to spend the evening with you, Isabel. We can see how it goes."

"I like you too, Chelle," Isabel said. "Okay, we can see how it goes." After a moment she spoke again with a little laugh. "We still haven't decided what to do together."

Feeling a little calmer, Rachel managed to laugh too. "We brought up a ton of food. I could cook for you to say thank you for making my day so nice. How would steak, baked potatoes and a salad sound?"

"They sound great. Okay, it's a plan," Isabel said.

Slipping back into flirting, Rachel told Isabel, "No, it's a date." She liked that for once it was Isabel who was blushing.

They rode the chair in silence for a little bit. Finally Rachel spoke. "You said you have a daughter. Are you ... ummm ... married?"

Looking at her, Isabel asked, "Would it make a difference?" 

There was no hesitation in Rachel. "Not tonight. But tomorrow it would."

"I was just curious," Isabel said. "But no I'm not. I was. It didn't last very long and it ended a few years after my daughter was born. We managed to stay friends, mostly because he knew I wasn't happy and he wanted me to be. He's been supportive and we shared custody while our daughter was growing up."

"That's nice," Rachel said. "I mean that it is nice that you stayed friends and cooperated." She hesitated for a second. "It's also nice that you aren't married," she added a little more shyly.

Isabel smiled and gave Rachel a look. "I'm not married and I'm not attached, Chelle."

"Good," Rachel said firmly as she pulled down her goggles and got ready to get off the chair. They were almost to the top. Chuckling, Isabel did the same thing.

When they got to the top of the run, Rachel looked over at Isabel with a grin. "Race you to the bottom," she yelled as she launched herself down the slope. She got a couple of turns down before Isabel started. She slowly started to catch up with Rachel. They raced down the mountain. For the first half, Isabel was behind but eventually she caught up. But it seemed like Rachel let that happen because the moment that Isabel nudged ahead, Rachel started pushing herself a little harder. She took fewer turns and her line became vertical. Isabel was a great skier but so was Rachel. Her young legs gave her an advantage that she didn't mind using. As they came down the last face, Isabel was a second behind Rachel. She could feel her legs burning but she didn't let up. Still she couldn't quite match Rachel. At the bottom, Rachel zipped across the final little flat spot and slide to a stop just ahead of Isabel. She had a broad smile on her face as she looked at Isabel coming to a stop alongside her.

"I win!" Rachel gleefully said. 

Isabel laughed. "If you hadn't taken off first, I don't think you would have."

"Oh, I would have either way," Rachel told her in a tone of certainty. "And I can't wait to get my prize tonight."

"What's your prize?"

"You'll see," Rachel told Isabel. She had a hungry look that made Isabel shiver with anticipation of finding out.

Moving closer to Rachel, Isabel spoke in a quiet voice. "I can't wait to find out." She looked at Rachel's beautiful face. It still surprised her that someone that lovely would be interested in her. She could tell that Rachel would be open to a kiss but Isabel couldn't bring herself to do it in public. She had been out as a lesbian for a long time but the age difference made her more reluctant to be openly affectionate with people around than she would have been if Rachel was closer to her age.

As it was, Isabel just talked to her. "I'm going to head over to the Patrol cabin and change, Chelle. I'll be over in about an hour. Is that okay?"

Rachel surprised Isabel by giving her a big hug. While she didn't kiss Isabel, it was clear that Rachel didn't feel any of the same reluctance. "That's great! Thank you so much for a fun day skiing! I had so much fun. I'm glad the day isn't ending either!" Her enthusiasm was infectious. Isabel put her arms around Rachel and returned the hug. Both of them enjoyed the hug and Isabel let it go on. Finally, they separated.

"I'll see you in a little bit," Isabel told Rachel as she turned to head over to the cabin where the Ski Patrol usually spent the night. Rachel watched, enjoying the way Isabel's lovely ass moved as she walked. Knowing that she had things to get done, Rachel tore her attention away and started making her way back to the lodge. 




Out of Bounds



As soon as she was back, Rachel jumped into the shower and washed off the sweat from the day. Grabbing her razor, she carefully shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy hair until it was the nice narrow strip that she liked. Spending the day with Isabel had left Rachel fairly aroused. She wished she could just give in and cum right then, but there was too much to do. Sighing with regret, she finished rinsing off and got out.

Looking through her bag, it didn't take Rachel long to find what she wanted to wear. She had a cute black mock-turtleneck tank that clung to her body. It was perfectly styled for a small breasted woman like her and while she was often embarrassed by her nipples, Rachel had no hesitation now showing them to Isabel. To go with it, Rachel pulled out a black pleated leather miniskirt. She pulled on a little thong first and then shimmied the miniskirt on. Once she had on the top, Rachel finished it off with a silver belt. It didn't take her long to put on her makeup. She didn't think that Isabel would like more makeup than the minimum. Rachel checked her reflection in the mirror. Poking at her hair, she nodded. Rachel felt like she had done the best with what she had.

Once she was done, Rachel went into the kitchen and started getting things ready. She turned on the oven and put in the baked potatoes. After putting the salad together, she started to cut up the shallots and mushrooms to go on the steaks. She was just finished when she heard Isabel knock on the door. 

"Be right there," Rachel called out as she stepped into the bathroom to check herself one more time. She had managed not to get anything on her clothes, she saw thankfully. Rachel hurried to the door and opened it. Rachel smiled as she saw Isabel. "Come in," she told her.

Stepping in, Isabel took off her ski coat. She had on a white button up blouse that wasn't quite sheer, but Rachel could just barely see Isabel's black bra through it. Isabel had only buttoned it up partway, showing off her cleavage. She had on black pants that were very tight and hugged her hips. Rachel loved how she looked.

"You look very hot, Isabel," Rachel said as her eyes roamed over Isabel's body. That made Isabel's smile grow larger.

"Thank you, Chelle. But you are the one who looks hot. I love the outfit. It's very different than what I have seen you in before, but I approve," Isabel said as she stepped closer to Rachel. Her hands went around Rachel to her back and pulled her close. Rachel automatically put her arms around Isabel's neck. Unlike the previous night, Isabel was the initiator. She lowered her lips onto Rachel's and gently kissed her. She felt a little thrill as Rachel moaned into the kiss and opened her mouth. Isabel felt Rachel press her body against hers. Wanting to take her time, Isabel didn't push her tongue into Rachel's mouth. Instead she first traced Rachel's lips with her tongue, and then ran it along Rachel's teeth. As Isabel withdrew her tongue, Rachel's lips closed and sucking on it, tried to hold it. Isabel just pulled it out.

"Nice to see you too," Isabel told Rachel. Her hands had drifted down and they were resting on Rachel's ass. She felt Rachel's fingers playing with the hair at the back of her neck. Rachel was about five inches shorter than Isabel, so she had to look up to see Isabel's face. Her happy smile made Rachel look more beautiful than she usually did. It still surprised Isabel that Rachel wanted to be with her.

As much as Rachel wanted to keep being held by Isabel, she knew that dinner needed to get finished. The potatoes would be done shortly and she wanted to try to time everything right. Letting go, she gently pulled away from Isabel. It was clear that Isabel was as reluctant as Rachel to let her go, but she did.

Going back into the kitchen, Rachel melted some butter and began to sauté the shallots with a little bit of garlic too. After a couple of minutes she added the mushrooms and gave them an occasional stir. As she arranged the already seasoned steaks on the broiler pan, she looked over at Isabel sitting on the sofa. The way that Isabel was watching her put a blush on Rachel's face. She was short but her legs were perfectly sized for her body. At least they were nicely shaped with the miniskirt exposing almost all of them.

"How do you like your steak, Isabel?" Rachel asked as she gave her ass a little twitch.

With her attention held by Rachel's body, Isabel didn't answer for a moment. Finally, she averted her gaze and looked at Rachel's face. "Bloody, actually. As rare as you can make it," she said with a smile.

"Oh good. I was hoping that you weren't going to ruin a good ribeye by having me char it." Rachel laughed and went back to cooking.

"Can I do anything?" Isabel asked as she got up.

Rachel looked at Isabel again over her shoulder. For a few moments, she just looked at Isabel with smoky eyes. "I don't know. What did you have in mind?" she asked in a husky voice. 

"Well I have lots of things on my mind, but at the moment I was wondering if I could help with anything," Isabel replied with a smile.

"Oh that. Well you could open the wine there." Rachel pointed over at the table. Isabel laughed and got up. Isabel poured Rachel a glass of wine and then one for herself. They started talking about the day and which runs had been the most fun. Pretty soon they were chatting away. Isabel didn't go back to sit down. Instead she stayed in the kitchen with Rachel. When Rachel was momentarily stationary, Isabel would reach out and stroke her back. She loved the way it made Rachel smile at her.

When the steaks were done, Rachel pulled them out of the oven and put them on plates. She had some blue cheese crumbles ready to put on top of them. She finished it off with the sautéed mushrooms on top of the potatoes. Isabel put the salad on the table and sat down. As Rachel laid the plates down, she leaned over and gave Isabel a lingering kiss. When she pulled away, Isabel leaned forward to try and keep it going. Rachel's smile was a coy one that held a hint of promise.

Rachel found the conversation during dinner great. It was fun to get to know Isabel. She told Rachel about her attempt to live a straight life. Even though it didn't work, she was thankful that she had a wonderful daughter who made her proud. It was clearly a little odd for Isabel to be talking about it to a woman who was younger than her daughter, especially when Rachel was obviously interested in her.

To get off that disconcerting theme, Isabel asked Rachel about her friends. "I'm curious about your friends. Are they girlfriends? Cheryl was very concerned about Amanda."

"It's kind of complicated," Rachel said with a smile. "When we were all in college, they were kind of a couple but not exclusive." She paused for a moment with a thoughtful look in her eyes. "And they both dated guys too. They were never really serious about anyone, even each other. They just liked having fun. But once they graduated, things changed. Mostly now they just date guys. Occasionally when they are horny, they take care of each other." Rachel looked a little shy as she glanced away from Isabel before adding, "Or on girls' weekends."

Isabel laughed a little. "So sometimes, you and them?"

"Maybe," Rachel said as her face turned red. 

"Am I just a substitute for them?" Isabel wondered aloud. 

Rachel firmly shook her head. "No, please don't think that. If they had been here, we all would have gone down to the bar. I can't say whether or not you and I would have talked since we only had that one chair ride. I was less shy about talking to you because we had more time together, but I would still have been interested. I just can't swear that I would have found the nerve to approach you."

"I understand," Isabel said with a smile.

"I hope you believe me," Rachel said. 

Her earnest expression was enough to dispel any lingering doubts Isabel might have still harbored. From what she had seen, Isabel was fairly sure that she could rely on Rachel's honesty. "I do," she told Rachel.

When they finished eating, Rachel cleared the table. She insisted that she could do it herself. 

"Would you like some coffee?" she asked Isabel. Rachel didn't always drink coffee but after a long day skiing, she didn't want to get tired. Plus it felt like it was the sophisticated thing to do. She wanted to impress Isabel so that she wouldn't think about how young she was.

"Sure, that would be nice," Isabel replied.

As Rachel prepared the coffee, Isabel watched her. Although Rachel wasn't voluptuous, she was an attractive young woman. Petite and athletic with a toned body, Rachel would catch the eye of anyone even before seeing her face. At that moment, Rachel was presenting her profile and showing the exotic beauty of her face. Isabel mentally whistled at the young woman she was with. She could be with anyone; Isabel wondered why she was with her.

Rachel came back to the table with the coffee pot. Bending over to pour Isabel a cup, her hair fell down and obscured her face. She self-consciously brushed it back. It was a little gesture that somehow made her more desirable to Isabel.

When Rachel sat down, she noticed something about the way Isabel was looking at her. When it persisted, she finally asked, "Is something wrong?"

"Wrong? No, I don't think there is anything wrong. I'm just unsure, Rachel. You are a lovely young woman. There were other much younger women at the bar last night. Why did you come over to me? I'm not in your class." Isabel wasn't confrontational. She just wanted to understand.

"Isabel, you are a very lovely woman. I don't know why you seem to think differently. Your face is beautiful. Your smile lights up the room. And you have a womanly body with wonderful curves where curves should be," Rachel said. Looking down at herself, she added "Unlike my body which has virtually no curves." Staring at Isabel with undisguised lust, Rachel was direct as usual. "I love your breasts, Isabel. They are amazing."

It was an interesting feeling to be the object of a beautiful young woman's desire. Isabel hadn't felt that in a long time. She reached up and ran her fingers along the edge of her blouse. The tip of her finger touched her bra. Isabel could see Rachel's eyes following her finger. Touching her skin, Isabel traced the visible edge of her bra. 

"I'm glad you like them, Rachel," Isabel said as she dropped her hand back down to the table to pick up her cup of coffee. She sipped on it as she watched Rachel. Despite the fact that Isabel had stopped the little caress of her breasts, Rachel's eyes were still drawn to her breasts. Isabel slowly pushed her shoulders back so that her blouse stretched tighter across them. The attention that Rachel was giving them excited Isabel. She could feel her nipples hardening, making her breasts even more noticeable.

Isabel put her cup down and got up. Looking at Rachel, she walked over to the couch and sat down. After a moment, Rachel followed her over. Standing in front of Isabel, she seemed to be uncertain what to do. Reaching up, Isabel pulled Rachel down into her lap. As she came down, Rachel put her arms around Isabel's neck.

Rachel loved the contrast with her own body. While her body was angular and hard, Isabel's was very soft with the curves that attracted her so much. She could feel the swell of Isabel's large breasts pushing against her body. Since she was sitting on Isabel's lap, her view now allowed her to look down into Isabel's cleavage. Being so close to each other was exciting them both. Just like Isabel moments before, Rachel's nipples started to harden. Unlike Isabel's, hers weren't covered up by anything other than the thin fabric of the turtleneck. They grew longer and harder, poking out very noticeably.

As much as Isabel's breasts had her attention, Rachel's eyes finally flicked up to look Isabel in the face. Their eyes locked. Mutual desire was easy to see and slowly their lips came together. Unlike the few kisses before, this one went on. It started small with their lips brushing against each other. Slowly the desire built into passion. Isabel's tongue flicked out the touch Rachel's lips. Then long soft strokes replaced the tiny touches. Sighing, Rachel's lips parted to let Isabel run her tongue just inside. A little wave of excitement broke over Rachel and she couldn't help kissing Isabel much harder as her mouth opened wide. It was all the encouragement that Isabel needed. Her tongue dove into Rachel's mouth to fully taste it for the first time. As she swirled her tongue all around Rachel's mouth, Isabel felt her tongue being caressed by Rachel's.

Both of them pressed their bodies together. Rachel tightened her arms around Isabel's neck and her body turned toward her. She could feel the round soft mounds of Isabel's big breasts against her own little ones. Just as Isabel could feel the hard nubs of Rachel's long nipples poking her. The awareness of each other's body was steadily increasing.

Isabel reached up to slip her hand into Rachel's hair. There was a feeling of Rachel's hair sliding between her fingers that Isabel really enjoyed. Their kiss deepened with Isabel almost grinding her mouth into Rachel's. Her tongue stretched out, seeing how deep she could caress the soft lining there. She heard Rachel make a little groan as Isabel's fingertips moved slowly down through her hair and touched the nape of Rachel's neck. Isabel liked that and stroked Rachel again there. She could feel a little shiver start from that spot and run down through Rachel's body.

Pulling back from the kiss, the two women both were panting slightly as they gazed into each other's eyes. Still caressing the soft skin of Rachel's nape, Isabel smiled when Rachel closed her eyes and her neck twisted slightly without conscious thought. The side of Rachel's neck was perfectly exposed for Isabel to place a soft kiss there. Once again, Rachel groaned. When Isabel nibbled at her neck and pulled on the skin, she said something too soft for Isabel to hear.

"What was that Chelle?" Isabel asked her.

"I said oh my God," Rachel said shyly. "You are turning me on, Isabel, like I haven't been turned on before."

"So keep going?" Isabel said with a teasing tone.

"Please!" Rachel hissed. She looked at Isabel. The want was clear there in her eyes.

Lowering her head again, Isabel began to kiss up and down Rachel's neck. She was constantly expanding the spots that she was kissing. With a mixture of her lips, tongue and teeth, Isabel provoked a steady stream of moans and sighs from Rachel. In her excitement, Rachel's hand reached up and pressed Isabel's head. She wanted Isabel to know just how good it felt. Rachel wondered if Isabel could tell her pussy was getting moist. 

From the way that Rachel was squirming in her lap, it wasn't very hard for Isabel to guess just how excited she was making Rachel. She put her hand on a firm thigh. At first, she just caressed lightly but when Rachel parted her legs, Isabel slowly moved her hand up higher. Rachel's thighs were moving constantly, one flexing then the other. The closer that Isabel's hand came to her mound, the more that Rachel tried to push her hips down to bring the contact that she wanted so much. Isabel held back, not giving into Rachel. From long experience, she knew how to build a woman's excitement so that the climax would be all the more sweet.

As Rachel's arousal grew, so did her desire for Isabel. She reached up to cup one of Isabel's large breasts. It felt heavy in her hand. She had never been with a woman who was naturally so well endowed. She could tell from how Isabel's breast felt that it was real. Just touching it turned Rachel on more. Her thumb began to swipe over the top. She felt just how hard Isabel's nipple was. Her thumb moved around it, hoping to return some of the pleasure she was receiving. She couldn't keep her eyes off Isabel's breasts as she caressed them.

"Mmmmm," Isabel said softly in between her kisses. Her little sound of satisfaction spurred Rachel on. She began to unbutton Isabel's shirt, completely exposing her black bra. It was a sexy bra. Isabel clearly had brought this one just in case she met someone. Smiling, Rachel was glad it was her. She pushed Isabel's shirt off her shoulders and down her arms as soon as it was completely undone. The contrast between Isabel's skin and the black bra was very thrilling. 

When her shirt was off, Isabel felt herself flush a little. She knew she was in good shape. During the ski season, she was on the slopes several days a week and worked out most days when she wasn't. After skiing was done for the year, she still spent most weekends outside doing things like hiking and waterskiing. Plus working out was pretty much a year round thing for her. Still she knew her body showed her age. Her skin wasn't taut like the women that Rachel normally dated. No matter what she did, she couldn't get the little roll of skin around her waist to go away. The skin hung down a little from her arms, and she always sighed when she looked at her neck with the tendons there so pronounced now. Once again, Isabel found it hard to ignore the question of what Rachel saw in her.

Almost as if she could read Isabel's mind, Rachel placed her hand on Isabel's chin and turned her head so that she could brush her lips over Isabel's. Her eyes looked deep into Isabel's. "You are amazingly lovely, Isabel. You are really a woman. You're my first woman worthy of that name." As she finished speaking, Rachel kissed Isabel again. This time when Isabel's mouth parted, it was Rachel's tongue that slipped past Isabel's lips. The kiss held a hint of passion, but it was slower and tenderer than before. Isabel felt Rachel's hands cup both sides of her face. She caressed Rachel's tongue as it explored her mouth. She wasn't sure how long Rachel kissed her but when it ended the little doubts were gone.

Reaching around behind Isabel, Rachel undid her bra. She wanted to be able to touch and play with Isabel's beautiful big breasts. As the bra fell away, they were revealed. Even though they sagged down as soon as the bra stopped supporting them, Rachel thought they were unbelievably sexy. They were full with large areola and hard nipples. When she licked her lips, Rachel wasn't even aware that she had done it. Isabel was though. Rachel's desire excited Isabel. She could tell that her panties were getting all wet since her tight jeans pressed them against her dripping pussy.

When Rachel looked Isabel in the face again, her sexy green eyes were smoldering. She slowly lowered her lips down to Isabel's full breasts without ever taking her eyes off Isabel's. Her lips parted and gently sucked a nipple into her mouth. Only when it was completely in her mouth did Rachel close her eyes, as if in ecstasy. The gentle sucking was paired with leisurely strokes from her tongue over and over again.

"Ahhhhh," Isabel sighed. It felt so good. When Rachel lifted her lips, there was a little thread of spit that hung from her lips back to Isabel's nipple. She moved over to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment. Her tongue was slightly firmed against Isabel's nipple this time. Isabel groaned again. As much as she wanted to close her eyes in pleasure, there was something compelling about watching Rachel suck her breasts. Her innocent elfish face contrasted with the erotic actions of her lips. When she switched again, it was clear that Rachel was getting excited. Her desire was showing in the ever increasing pace of her attention to Isabel's nipples. And what she was doing was having its effect on Isabel.

Isabel's hand was still on Rachel's thigh, but now it had slipped in between them and underneath Rachel's skirt. Isabel still had most of her self-control and was only lightly running her thumb over Rachel's panties. As she became more excited, Isabel wanted Rachel to feel the same passion. Her caresses were becoming more urgent. 




Out of Bounds



And there was no doubt that Rachel liked them. She was pushing her hips up against Isabel's fingers. Each time she did it, Isabel could feel her fingers getting wetter as Rachel rubbed her soaking panties against them. When Isabel used her nails to pull aside Rachel's panties for a moment, it brought a gasp from Rachel. It was sharp and it excited Isabel and made her want to do more. She did it again but this time, her fingers slipped under Rachel's panties. Curling them backwards, she slowly ran them up and down. She could feel the little hair there and the wet folds of Rachel's pussy. Her sensuous caress caused a series of tiny tremors to spread across Rachel's body. 

"Oh fuck!" Rachel cried out. She had never felt so excited. The combination of her playing with Isabel's large womanly breasts and having Isabel touch her like that had her on the edge. She couldn't believe how fast she was that excited. It wouldn't take much more to set her off. Isabel seemed to know exactly what to do. Her fingernails just barely missed touching Rachel's clit. "If only she would move in a tiny bit," Rachel thought. She tried to move her hips over as Isabel started to come up again, but still Rachel wasn't able to get that extra little caress that she wanted so much. The moans of desire she made let Isabel know how worked up she was.

In her frustration, Rachel began to suck harder on Isabel's breasts. Pulling more into her mouth, Rachel felt like she was almost nursing on Isabel's large tits. Her tongue pressed hard against the nipple as she brought it deep into her mouth. After doing that to one breast for a while she would switch to the other one. But once a breast was freed, Rachel's fingers would go to work by pulling on and rolling the nipple. It was having its effect on Isabel too. Her body was moving back and forth and when Rachel switched breasts, Isabel would arch her back and offer the other one to Rachel.

Suddenly Isabel moved her finger so that it ran right over Rachel's clit. The shock of it froze Rachel's whole body for a moment. But the very next step, she felt her body begin to shake from the force of the orgasm that swept over her body. Spasms hit her like a tidal wave. Rachel didn't even know that she was biting down on Isabel's nipples at first. 

It didn't last because she had to scream. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, touch me! Ohhhhh, God!" she yelled loudly. She kept it up as she continued to cum.

Rachel thrust her hips up against Isabel's busy fingers. Isabel had Rachel's panties pulled all the way to the side and her fingers were now deep in Rachel's slit. They slipped up and down easily from the juices that were running out of her pussy. Isabel continued to play with Rachel's clit, prolonging her orgasm. She felt Rachel's arm go tight around her neck, needing the support to keep from falling over.

"Oh God, just like that!" Rachel urged Isabel on. She wasn't ready for it to end just yet. Luckily Isabel wasn't even considering stopping. She took Rachel's clit between her finger and thumb and slid it up and down, stroking it like a little cock. Just as Rachel thought that her orgasm might be ebbing, Isabel's touch set off a second explosion. The waves of pleasure rolled over Rachel's mind and she held tight to Isabel. Finally she collapsed limply against Isabel, panting to try and get her breath back.

As soon as Isabel felt that, she took her hand from between Rachel's legs. For a few minutes she just held Rachel in her arms. When Rachel finally started to recover, she leaned over and kissed Isabel softly on the lips. The kiss didn't last long. Lifting up so that she could look Isabel in the eyes, Rachel reached down to find the hand that had given her so much pleasure. She lifted Isabel's hand to her mouth so that she could clean it of her juices. One by one, Rachel took Isabel's fingers into her mouth and sucked them until there was no trace of her pussy juice left on them. When all of Isabel's fingers were clean, Rachel held her hand and gently kissed the palm. There was still a trace of her nectar there and Isabel felt Rachel daintily flick her tongue over her hand to remove the last little bit. Then Rachel kissed the palm again. The whole thing made Isabel even hotter than when Rachel was sucking on her breasts. The connection between them felt so strong.

Rachel looked up from what she was doing. There was a shy smile on her face as she looked at Isabel. "Do you want to go to the bedroom?" she asked Isabel.

"That's a very good idea, Chelle." Isabel had a smile on her face as she replied. She stood up as soon as Rachel got off her lap. Their arms went around each other and once again, they exchanged a long kiss. Finally Rachel broke away to take Isabel by the hand and pull her towards the bedroom. There wasn't much resistance.

Once inside, Rachel turned around and sank down onto her knees in front of Isabel. Undoing the button and zipper, she pulled Isabel's pants over her hips and down her legs. As they went down, Rachel kissed the newly exposed skin. The further she went down, the more Rachel had to bend to reach it. Her ass slowly rose up high with her skirt pulling back to expose the tip of her rear. Pulling Isabel's foot from the bunched up pants leg, Rachel looked up with her green almond shaped eyes before lifting it to her mouth to kiss each toe. Isabel found her own eyes caught in Rachel's gaze. When she was done with one foot, Rachel repeated it with the other. There was something almost animalistic in how she looked and Isabel had never felt quite the rush of need that ran through her.

Still on her knees, Rachel pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her blonde hair was pulled up as she stripped the shirt off her. It showed the exotic beauty of her face more than normal. Convinced of Rachel's desire, Isabel no longer wondered why Rachel was with her. Now she could only marvel at how lucky she was to be with such a stunning person. 

Throwing the shirt to the ground, Rachel seemed almost frantic to get the rest of her clothes off. In contrast to Isabel, it was easy for Rachel to pull her skirt down. Her uncurved body didn't hinder Rachel when she wanted it off. Normally she hated how her clothes would slip down with almost no effort. Tonight she just wanted them off. 

All that both of them had on now were their panties. Rachel's were tiny little tanga panties. She quickly stripped those off so that she was completely naked. Isabel's were hipsters that covered a little more of her than Rachel's had. Isabel reached down to grasp them but Rachel intervened. Getting up on her knees again, Rachel took a hold of them and slowly lowered them. This time she didn't follow them down, but the whole way Rachel's fingers were caressing Isabel. And she had her target right in view. 

As soon as Isabel's belly was fully revealed, Rachel's lips were kissing it all over. They were soft and brief kisses. Rachel made her way all over Isabel's belly from side to side and from up to her belly button down to where her neatly trimmed bush began. When she got there, Rachel's tongue got involved again. It felt like a little snake tongue flicking out for the briefest of touches. Just when Isabel thought that she was going to move away, Rachel surprised her by going down further. Rachel's lips and tongue slowly found their way down through the soft pussy hair, coming ever closer to Isabel's pussy.

The first touch of Rachel's lips at the top of Isabel's pussy was the gentlest of caresses. Even still, Isabel wasn't able to hold back the gasp that escaped her lips. Rachel looked up at her. There was an expression of erotic glee on her otherwise innocent face. Still looking at Isabel, Rachel extended the tip of her pink tongue and slowly flicked it up and down along the beginnings of Isabel's slit. The soft touch ran right over her clit and Isabel's whole body jerked. 

"Yum," Rachel told her. "I like!" Her voice was sultry enough to raise Isabel's excitement further still. "I want more," she told Isabel before dipping her tongue back into Isabel. 

Under her breath, Isabel whispered "Fuck me." It wasn't intended for Rachel's ears. It was just another expression of wonder that such a sexy younger woman was with her and wanted her. Yet it was clear from the look of lust on Rachel's face that she wanted Isabel as much as Isabel wanted her.

"Oh fuuuuuucccckkk!" Isabel moan out loud as Rachel plunged her tongue into Isabel's pussy without any more warning. Her vibrating tongue drove deep into Isabel, finding her most sensitive spots. Doubling over, Isabel had to grab onto Rachel to keep from falling. She practically wrapped herself around Rachel's head as she gave into the pleasure Rachel was giving. Rachel's tongue seemed to be everywhere at the same time. Isabel felt Rachel's hands grasping her ass and pulling her against Rachel's mouth. She tried to open her legs up even wider. Isabel wanted Rachel to have all the access she needed.

Feeling Isabel react to her tongue pleased Rachel. In the back of her mind had been a nagging little worry that she wouldn't match up to Isabel's expectations. She had never been with a woman who had a lifetime of experience. More often than not, it was someone like herself who was just discovering this aspect of herself. Rachel really wanted Isabel to like what she was doing to her. Drawing on every experience she had, Rachel was pouring everything she had into pleasuring Isabel. 

Her fingers slid down into the crevasse between Isabel's round cheeks. There had only been a few times when someone touched Rachel there, but she remembered how it had made her feel. The combination of physical pleasure with the sheer naughtiness had brought her to new heights. Now Rachel tried doing that for the first time. The tip of her forefinger grazed over Isabel's little rosebud, giving it a light little caress. From the moan that came from Isabel at the same time, Rachel thought it must feel good to her. She did it again with a little more pressure. Isabel made a guttural sound deep in her throat. Once again Rachel touched Isabel's puckered little hole, only this time she didn't move off it. Her finger pushed a little harder, slowly moving it in a tiny circle. She wasn't trying to penetrate but when the tip slipped in, Rachel didn't pull back. She kept flexing her finger with the tip trapped between the tight ring of muscle.

"Oh my fucking God!" Isabel moaned. She couldn't believe what Rachel was doing to her. Between her fantastic tongue and the finger in her ass, she could feel the orgasm starting. Grinding her pussy into Rachel's face, she closed her eyes and just let go. She couldn't tell how loud she was screaming, just that she was. Her fingers tightened on Rachel without any awareness that her nails were digging into the delicate skin. She felt in danger of falling but that disoriented feeling contributed to the massive orgasm that was coursing through her body. Her hips were jerking into Rachel's face as her juices freely flowed.

Rachel felt Isabel's strong hips driving her pussy against her mouth. She tried to keep on licking, pulling even harder on Isabel's ass. She loved the salty warm tang as Isabel's delicious juices ran down her throat. In time with the pulsing of her finger, she flicked her tongue up to touch and caress Isabel's clit. There was another wracking set of spasms that went through Isabel's body.

Even though the orgasm continued to ripple through Isabel's body, she began to push Rachel away. Her clit and pussy were becoming overly sensitive. 

"No more ... No more!" Isabel said in between large gasps for air. "I can't take any more."

For a moment, it seemed like Rachel didn't hear her. She fought against the pressure from Isabel's hands to keep licking her warm and wet pussy. Then what Isabel was saying began to penetrate. Rachel felt like she was awakening from a deep fog as she sat back on her haunches. Her finger popped free from Isabel's butt. Still feeling the echoes of her massive orgasm, Isabel was weak in the limbs and needed to use Rachel to steady herself.

As she slowly recovered, Isabell began to run her fingers through Rachel's hair. To Rachel it felt almost like she was being petted. She was very content and looked up at Isabel. When Isabel looked down, she made a quiet purring noise.

Isabel smiled. Her hand left Rachel's hair to stroke her face. With a smile on her face, Rachel rubbed her cheek against Isabel's hand. The wetness that covered her face came off on Isabel's hand. Just like earlier, Rachel grasped it and licked off her juices before giving it another kiss on the palm.

"God, you do that well," Isabel told her. Her voice was still a little shaky. "I need to sit down," she said apologetically. Separating from Rachel, she made her way over to the bed and sank down on the edge of it. After a moment, she fell backwards and took a couple of deep breaths.

Coming over to join her, Rachel lay down on her belly. She put her hand on Isabel's stomach and gently stroked her. There was no attempt to excite her. They were just loving caresses. Isabel turned her head to look at Rachel. After a moment, they began to kiss again. Like the touches, they were sensual and lazy. Neither Rachel nor Isabel were ready to let the passion build yet. When one kiss ended, their lips lingered for seconds before a brief separation. Their eyes were fixed on each other and reflected a tenderness that was shared between the two of them.

Slowly the kisses went on longer but still with the same sense of contentment. During the kiss, their eyes closed as they savored the feeling. At the end of each kiss, both sets of eyes blinked several times as they opened again to look at each other. By now they had turned on their sides so that it was more comfortable. Their arms lay over each other, and both were now slowly stroking the other. Their hands were not moving but their fingers gently moved.

"I'm glad you are here with me," Rachel softly said, breaking the silence. She had a little smile on her lips.

Isabel couldn't help giving her a little hug. It was light enough that they didn't move any closer together but the feeling it represented was clear. Isabel's lips had a similar smile. "So am I," she said after her arm relaxed. She leaned forward and gave Rachel another kiss. This one was slightly more active and she felt Rachel shiver. Looking at her arms, Isabel saw that the little hairs on Rachel's arm were standing up. Although it was just starting, Isabel could tell that her young lover was starting to get aroused again. Isabel felt the stirrings beginning too.

Their hands began to wander a little more, finding spots that seemed to please the other and spending time exploring each one. The noises in the room slowly built. There were soft sighs and little moans that grew into muttering and long groans. They both became bolder; touching breasts and brushing their fingers against nipples. Neither one of them was copying the other, but their pace increased together. Through it all, they were kissing. Their kisses matched the pace of their increasingly urgent hands; their tongues delving deep into mouths; their lips pressing harder and hard against each other. It felt like they were chewing on each other's lips. One would bite and pull on a lower lip for a moment before going back to a deep kiss. Later the other one would do it. 

As Isabel's excitement swelled, she began to feel the need for more. Her arm wrapped around Rachel and she rolled on top of her. Immediately Rachel put her arms around Isabel's neck and continued the deep kiss. Without pausing either, Isabel still smiled as she pushed her hips down between Rachel's legs which widened to accommodate her. Isabel felt her pussy mesh against Rachel's. They were both so wet that they slid together easily. Carefully adjusting her position, Isabel began to feel her clit bumping against Rachel's. She knew she was in the right spot when Rachel gasped and suddenly began to thrust up her hips. Isabel began to grind back, feeling the same pleasure that Rachel was. After a few moments, she felt Rachel's legs tightly wrap around her ass.

With all her gasps, Rachel found it impossible to keep kissing Isabel. She dropped her head back against the bed and focused on the building pleasure. "Oh Isabel, keep fucking me like that," she moaned. "Fuck me!" Her hands were now running up and down Isabel's back, no longer tender caresses. Her nails were scraping the skin there, raising little red welts. She kept on telling Isabel to fuck her.

The combination of Rachel's frantic desire and her words turned Isabel on even more. Her hips plunged down harder and faster, meeting every thrust that Rachel made. Now that they weren't kissing, Isabel began to arch her back. Raising herself up on her long arms let Isabel put even more pressure down on Rachel's pussy. She loved the feeling of fucking Rachel with her pussy. From the frantic way that Rachel was reacting, she clearly loved it as well.

"Fuck, yes!" Rachel cried out. "Yesssssss!" It felt so good to have Isabel grinding against her. It wasn't just the physical contact. From the moment Isabel rolled on top of her, she had taken control of the situation. Isabel knew what she wanted and Rachel was along for the wild exciting ride. It was part of what Rachel liked about being with Isabel. Her maturity carried over into how she treated Rachel. Despite her wanting to be certain to begin with, now that she had made the decision to be involved Isabel was leading the way for both of them. It was a welcome change from the timidity of most of Rachel's lovers. More often than not, they were inexperienced and tentative. She loved that Isabel knew what to do to give both of them the most pleasure and she didn't wait for Rachel before acting.

"That's it, Chelle! Grind your pussy against mine just like that," Isabel hissed through clenched teeth. Her swollen clit was in the right position to slide against Rachel's. Each downward thrust of her hip brought them rubbing against each other. Both Rachel and Isabel were increasing the pace, fucking faster and harder. Isabel could feel the tingling starting. At first it was just around her clit, but it was expanding and going deep into her pussy.

"Fuck! I'm going to cum, Chelle. You're making me cum!" Isabel yelled just before she began cry out. She could feel her body shudder as her orgasm broke over her. They grew in strength as they went on. Isabel kept fucking Rachel but she was no longer aware of doing it. It was just instinctual since it kept the good feelings going. 

As Rachel felt and heard Isabel explode on top of her, she was on the precipice of cumming too. The long moans were enough for her to fall off and explode in a huge orgasm of her own. She pulled on Isabel's ass, wanting the two of them to be more tightly connected. Her body thrashed, hips moving up to get the maximum pleasure. Arching her back, Rachel cried out. It was low at first but then got louder and much higher pitched.

"Oh, God! Isabel! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Rachel screamed. She just kept on screaming as each wave hit her. She felt her pussy mashed against Isabel's as they ground against each other. Both of them wanted to prolong their shared orgasm. Still after starting first, Isabel felt hers ending before Rachel. As it ebbed, she focused more on extending Rachel's. Arching her back even more, Isabel began to circle her hips so that Rachel's clit was being stimulated from new directions. The sideways motion was just what Rachel needed. Rather than peaking, she felt her body's excitement continuing to mount. 

Isabel smiled at the sound of Rachel's incoherent babbling. She delighted in pleasing her lovers, especially when they did the same for her. As Rachel finally hit the pinnacle, Isabel felt Rachel's pussy spasming against her own. It was accompanied by a feeling of warm pulses of liquid.




Out of Bounds: Forced to Score



Soccer practice ended at five o'clock like usual, but Kelly stayed to get in some extra laps. During the game last week, the coach pulled Kelly with fifteen minutes left. She was supposed to be the star striker of the varsity squad, but with the school year underway, she had admittedly let some of her conditioning go. Tonight that was going change. No more fraternity parties and no more pizza. From now on she was going to focus on her studies and her training.

Her bleached blonde ponytail bounced in the fading daylight as she ran sprints across the field and back. Some of the track athletes were practicing on the far side of the quad so she wasn't getting lonely. Starting to tire from the near hour of extra running, Kelly scanned the other athletes for motivation. A high jumper caught her eye.

His name was Mark Evans and he was a senior. Kelly had met Mark at an athletics fundraiser in the spring, but they barely had time to exchange formalities as they were whisked from donor to donor. At six foot two, Mark was the handsome poster boy for the athletics program. With her tight body, perky breasts and stunning blue eyes, Kelly was the college's most popular female sports figure. While they may have seemed like a match meant to be and the substance of a college legend, the reality was that she wasn't really interested in dating a member of the track team.

From across the field Mark was quite aware of Kelly. Struck by her stunning looks, Mark had found it difficult to break the ice with her. He had tried and failed on several occasions to talk to her in the halls or at parties. Somehow she always seemed to avoid him. It was as if she looked down on him and he was beginning to think that she had something against him and his fellow track athletes.

Kelly was losing her willpower and she noticed that crowd in the quad was thinning out. Subconsciously she made a note that she was the only female left exercising. Mark was still training, but she didn't recognize any of the others. She stopped to take a break from running and collected her water bottle from the sideline. Her face was flushed red from the hard sprints and her legs weak. As she caught her breath she saw Mark approaching from across the field.

"Hey," he called out as he came close to her, "Good form out there. How'd your - "

"Yeah thanks," Kelly said cutting him off and picking up her bag as she made her way for the locker room.

"Yeah," Mark muttered, watching her little butt twitch away in her shiny soccer shorts. He shook his head and ran back to grab his gear. 

Embarrassed from being blown off, he decided his training was done for the day and made for the showers. As he walked between the bleachers, a thought passed through his mind and he glanced over his shoulder. No one was watching.

Strolling into the women's locker room, Kelly tossed her bag on the bench and kneaded a knot out of her shoulder with her hand. With a sigh, she put a foot up on the bench and pulled loose the laces of her soccer cleats. Placing her shoes in a locker, Kelly took a moment to check the locker room for anyone else. Finding herself alone, she stripped off her socks and the top of her uniform and let her hair out of her ponytail with a shake.

Pulling the snug sports bra over her head, she walked into the showers and turned on the water. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she pinched her nipples until they perked out. She twisted from side to side, shifting her weight from foot to foot, looking from different angles in the mirror. As she examined her body she let her fingers trail along the side of her abdomen and she experimented with drawing her hair back or letting it drop over her naked breasts. Satisfied, she smiled and pulled down her shorts and panties.

The water was a little cold as she felt her way into the shower, and she adjusted the knob. Goosebumbs ran up and down her body as she waited for the temperature to change. After a moment she let her full body shuffle under the shower and closed her eyes as the water absorbed her thoughts.

Mark couldn't believe his luck as he noticed the abandoned cleaning supplies left by a janitor. He selected a sandwich board sign that read "Closed for Cleaning" and with the sign in hand he made his way for the woman's locker room.

Quickly confirming that no one was watching, Mark placed the sign in front of the door to the locker room and quietly slipped inside, locking the door behind him. To his relief, the locker room was empty and he could hear the shower running. He could see Kelly's bag on the bench and there was a trail of her clothing leading into the bathing area.

Moving behind a row of lockers, he hid. After a moment to catch his breath he adjusted his angle so that he could see the reflection of the showers in a mirror. The glass had steamed up, but he was able to make out the obscure shape he assumed was Kelly.

Thinking she heard the door, Kelly listened for someone. Not hearing anything, she resumed her lathering and rinsing. In time, she finished and her body was relaxed from the warm steamy water. Grabbing for her towel she realized she had left it with her equipment bag.

"Shit!" she yelled, frustrated with having to walk naked from the heat of the showers into the cool changing area, "Is anyone out there?" She hoped that maybe someone could bring her the towel.

Mark held his breath and panicked. Had she heard him come in? Impossible, he had been so stealthy. Silently he waited and watched in the mirror. He saw the shape moving closer and realized that she was exiting the bathing area. Ducking to avoid being seen, he had lingered long enough to see her naked wet body sprinting for the bench.

She wrapped herself in the towel and sat on the bench for a moment to let her body adjust. After a moment she tugged the towel free and used it to dry her hair and the rest of her body. Kelly took her time and was careful to pat the soft absorbent fabric everywhere that water collected, swiping it under her breasts and armpits, around her legs and across her crotch.

Convinced that she had rubbed and patted away most of the moisture, she turned to a locker on the wall that connected to the showers, and began to collect her belongings from earlier that day. She had worn a pink, grey and black plaid miniskirt and a white tank top with black writing on it to class that day. The writing on the tank top was a series of random words splattered all around the front and side. Words like "cutey pie", "baby doll", "sweetheart" and over the left breast, slightly lower than centre, was the word "princess" in pink. 

She found her panties at the bottom of the locker, simple cotton white panties with a rose embroidered at the front on the left hip. Grabbing them, she bent down and lifted her right leg, then her left, stepping through the leg holes and pulling up her underwear.

From his hiding spot, Mark peaked around the lockers and watch as Kelly dried and started to dress herself. As she stood their naked looking into her locker, Mark stared at her bare bottom. She bent down to put on her panties, and Mark scrutinized her extended crack and focused on her pussy as he saw her stretch her legs to adjust the underwear up her legs. The glimpse was brief, but he could see her pink pedals and was convinced that she was shaved, at least her mound was, he hadn't yet seen her pubis to determine if it was also barren. 

He continued to watch as she pulled out a black bra and fit it around her shoulders and breasts. It clasped at the back, but after a brief struggle she was able to attach it. She then pulled out the very sexy plaid skirt, and wiggled it up her legs and over her hips. Then came the tank top and finally a pair of low heeled black shiny pumps that she quickly slipped her feet into. 

Kelly flung her hair over her shoulder and reached into her locker to collect her purse and textbook. She stopped and scratched an itch under her nose, rubbed her eyes with both hands and then reached for her purse again.

Unable to wait any longer, Mark came out from behind the lockers and rushed Kelly from behind. She cried out as he startled her but he quieted her with a thrust of his palm into the back of her head, pushing her face into the cold metal door of the closed locker next to hers. His other hand punched her sharply but lightly in the lower spine.

"Shut up!" he commanded as she let out a cry of pain, "Shut the fuck up!"

"What do you want?" she whimpered and cried out as again he struck her in the back.

"I said shut up!" he said sternly, "I'll fucking kill you!"

Terrified, she bit her trembling lip. She felt him pull at her hips and let him lead her legs out from her pinned body. He lifted her skirt and clutched onto her exposed cheek, squeezing and shaking and kneading with his thumb at the white panties. Releasing briefly, he swung his flat palm down and spanked her sharply.

"Aaaah!" she screamed out in pain as the snap of his palm on her ass echoed through the locker room.

"Oh you like that, huh?" Mark chided her and spanked her again, all the while firmly pressing her head against the locker door, "Is this what you want?"

He moved his hand from the back of her head but took a handful of her hair instead, holding it tightly in his fist. With his other hand he pulled the panties down over her hips and slapped another three reddening blows across her bare bottom. Leaving behind inflaming hand prints.

"Oooowww! Please Mark! Please stop!" she squealed out, having recognized his voice.

"Why ... *SMACK* ... won't ... *SMACK* ... you ... *SMACK* ... fucking ... *SMACK*... listen ... *SMACK*!" he said from between clenched teeth as he landed another hard spanking slap between each word. He put his lips up to her ear and whispered sinisterly, "Is it because you want this? You want to be slapped around like a little bitch? Huh? Well keep talking you slut. You've had this coming for a long time."

"What? Please don't Mark!" tears streamed down her face, "What did I do?"

Mark's free hand groped desperately at her breast and he ruthlessly squeezed it tight and let go. With his tongue he touched the exposed skin behind her ear, playfully flicked the sensitive spot. He kissed the same spot then whisper in her ear, "You blew me off –"

"What? I never blew you! I wouldn't dream of it you fucking psycho –"

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

*SMACK*

He hit her on the ass as hard as he could and she folded into the locker, her body straining to get away. His grip tightened on her hair and he pressed against her with his chest. Pulling her hair back he forced her back to arch and her eyes looked back at him. He could see the tears streaming down her clean face, and he wondered for a moment if he should have let her put her makeup on before he grabbed her. The thought left him and he focused on her terrified stare.

"Not that type of blow you snotty little slut! You ignored me. Think you're too good for me? Huh?" he said letting his voice raise with anger, "Now I'm going to show you what you're good for."

With his foot he kicked her legs apart. Holding on to her hair firmly in one hand so she couldn't move, he slid his other hand between her legs and felt her pussy. She was shaved completely clean and he could feel how tight and unpracticed she was. He could also feel her opening, and it was moist. 

Ashamed, Kelly felt Mark probe her with his fingers. The cool air on her smooth lips had excited her and she was always sensitive on the day she shaved. Pinned to the locker and scared to move she couldn't do anything but let him fondle her. Her bum stung and was hot from the spankings. She clinched her teeth and whined as she realized how wet she was. Embarrassed, she closed her eyes and whimpered. 

Kelly wasn't a virgin, but she wasn't a slut either. She would have sex with the young men she dated, but she rarely dated. All of her experiences had been very vanilla and sensual. Never like this.

"Hmm, seems like you're liking this," Mark teased as he felt her grow wetter at his touch. Then, without further warning, he plunged two fingers hard inside her and violently gyrated them back and forth, "Is this what you want? Huh?"

She felt him hammering away with two fingers. His nails long and sharp, and his fingers coarse and hard. Kelly felt him cutting into the sensitive skin, but she also felt herself getting wetter and welcoming his rough entry.

Mark shook his finger in and out of her faster and harder. He felt her body getting more excited, and his own arousal had long since peaked. As Kelly started to pant at his continued manual stimulation, he felt his own ache becoming unbearable.

Pulling his digits out, he let go with another smack from his palm.

"Is this what you want? Huh?" he scorned into her ear. Mark pulled his hard cock out of his pants and held it in his hand, "I'm going fuck you bitch!"

"Please don't Mark, please – "

He leaned back and let go of her hair, but restored his hand to the back of her neck and held her in place. Then he positioned himself behind her, and let the tip of his cock brush against her moist opening. With a single hard thrust he forced his cock deep inside her and as quickly pulled back all the way out.

Kelly screamed with pain and horror as he jammed himself into her tight chalice, and then felt the sudden rush of stretched emptiness as he pulled back out. She felt a drip of her wetness trickle slowly down her inner thigh and she shuddered as it tickled her soft skin. As she began to wonder what he was doing and why he had pulled out, he again thrust himself hard inside her. 

"Aaaaagh! God!" she screamed out has he banged her deep inner walls with his hard stem.

Mark shifted his hand from the back her neck to the top of her head and arched the top of her face back towards him. Thrusting in and pulling out again. His balls slapping of the nub of her clitoris as he surged himself deep, again and again. Then pulling all the way out and letting his cock swing loose between her legs. 

Kelly felt the cock leave her and this time it was quickly replace with three of his fingers. He clinched them inside her and then he removed them as well. She could feel his member banging off her inner thighs and she squirmed.

"Here! Taste it!" Mark ordered as he brought his other hand up to her mouth and forced his fingers covered in her sap between her lips. "Is that what you want? Huh? Like the taste of pussy?"

For the first time she tasted her own fluids. It was more sour and bitter than she had imagined. She had tasted cum from a man before and found it predominantly salty, but this was much different. Kelly didn't like it.

Mark pushed his fingers further into her mouth and felt the coarseness of her tongue as he rubbed of her sap in her mouth. Then, wanting to test her out a little more, he pushed his cock back inside her. He was gentler this time and his thrusts were slower and less striking. Hooking the side of her mouth, he pulled her head back and sped up his pace.

The side of her mouth stretched, Kelly cringed as Mark fish-hooked her as he penetrated her. The vulnerability of her situation was strangely arousing and she felt herself loosening up. She was beginning to feel the waves of pleasure surge up from her sex and through her body to her face. 

Again and again Mark forced himself deep inside her. He let go of her mouth and with both hands gripped her hips. Pulling her back and forth on his cock, he swatted down with one palm and then the other, spanking her again as he rapidly increased his pace. His cock grew even harder and he knew he was nearing his climax. As he began to pant, he heard a moan of pleasure escape from Kelly's lips.

She felt him evacuate from her pussy and release her hips from his hands. But before she could do anything, he clutched her hair again and dragged her head first away from the locker. He kicked out her legs as she struggled to stay standing, and she fell forward on her knees.

"Good girl," he mocked her, "Now open wide."

Mark looked down at the broken spirited little soccer star on her knees in front of him. Her tank top still clung to her chest, the black bra still snug on her breasts beneath. Framing her below was her sexy little miniskirt. He noticed that she had somehow lost a shoe, and her panties were tangled on the one remaining.

Not wanting to give him the satisfaction, Kelly kept her mouth shut tight and looked up defiantly at her attacker. She felt the wet tip of his cock press against her lips, but she refused to budge. With a crack, she reeled over in pain as his hand slapped down on the side of her face. 

Mercilessly, she was pulled back up by her hair and he delivered another barehanded blow across the same side of her face.

"Open the fuck up, or I'll tear it open!" Mark hollered, and swung down as he went to strike her again.

Reluctantly, Kelly opened her mouth just in time to avoid being hit again. She felt Mark push his cock into her mouth and again she could taste the sour bitterness of her own moisture. Kelly didn't move her lips or tongue. She refused to give him the pleasure. To her dismay, he found his pleasure another way.

First he wiggled himself with his hand on his shaft near the base. The motion struck the head of his cock of the inside of her cheeks and tongue. Then without warning he put both hands on the back of her head and forced himself down her throat. Mark could feel her gag on his member as he pushed it deeper and deeper, and he watched as she squirmed and pushed at him with her little hands as she struggled to breath. Pulling out, he let her spit up a heap of gooey saliva onto her chest then grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled her lips back up to his cock. Readying himself for another assault on her throat, he put both hands on the back of her head and pushed. This time she managed to take him deeper than before.

Kelly relaxed her throat and breathed through her nose. The first time he had caught her off guard and she had panicked. This time she let her jaw drop slack and tried to relax. She had never deepthroated anyone before, but a few of her friends had, and they said it was better if you just stayed calm and loosened up. As he pushed even deeper, she could feel his balls press against her chin and strands of his pubic hair tickled her nose. He let up, and she again puked up spit all over her shirt and her chest.

"Let's see those tits," Mark said, grabbing at her spit soaked tank top and tearing it away from her body. The material stretched and didn't rip. He crouched down and with both hands pulled the material apart down the middle and pushed her bra up on her breast. Menacingly he groped at her new nakedness, "Is this what you want? Huh?" He flicked her nipples with his thumbs.

"No! No it's not what I fucking want!" she screamed at him. Again he slapped her face hard and she fell to the side. 

Powerfully, he pushed her onto her back and kneeled between her legs. She could see his stiff cock pulsing, the wetness glimmering in the light. He lowered himself quickly on top of her and pushed her chest down with one hand as the other guided his cock back inside her little pussy. 

Thrusting from his hips, his cock rushed in and out vigorously. He slapped her across the face again hard, and then clutched her throat with both of his hands. Violently shaking her entire body as he strangled and fucked her.

Unable to breath, Kelly began to see stars as the ceiling swirled in front of her. His cock was deeper than before and she could feel the tip pressing on her inner hot spot. She tried to focus, but as the pleasure flourished, her head began to spin and the numbness drifted across her body. 

Mark could feel her muscles clenching his cock as he pressed it in and he knew that she was nearing orgasm. He let go of her neck and watched as she writhed for air. Slapping her again across the face, he focused her attention and she racked in ecstasy as her climax hit. 




Out of Bounds: Forced to Score



She came and came hard. Her entire body seized and shook as Mark continued to pound her clenched pussy. Kelly screamed out in elation, jittering on the floor. She felt Mark fondle her breast with one hand and firmly holding her hip with his other.

"I'm going to fucking cum! I'm going to fucking cum!" Mark cried out as his own orgasm took him, "Is this what you want? Huh?"

He grunted loudly and pumped out hot flashes of cum deep inside her.

"Yes," was all she could say as they collapsed together on the floor of the locker room.