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The Ski Trip

By: Indy



I’ve got wonderful friends with the greatest of intentions, but sometimes they can be somewhat annoying.

Every year, we take a weekend ski trip. And every year they try to fix me up with someone. They don’t understand that I take the trip to be with them, and not some stranger.

Until last year, that is.

The five of us own a time-share cabin in the Smoky Mountains of Tennessee that we go to once a year. There was six of us until my break-up with Ricci, four years ago. We have the cabin for a whole week, but we usually only use it for the weekend, since all of us have jobs to go back to on Monday.

Last year, Brandi and Nicole decided to bring a friend with them. Tanya was a nice person. Very cute, with short dark blonde hair. She had brown eyes, a beautifully shaped nose and luscious lips. Her body reminded me of a model, with larger breasts than most models I’d seen...not too large, and I certainly wouldn’t kick her out of my bed because of them! And she had a very pleasant personality.

Nicole and I were close... like sisters. We talked about everything. She told me that Tanya worked with Brandi and that Tanya had been seeing someone and it just ended. Nicole didn’t give me any details because she didn’t have any to give.

We arrived at the cabin on Friday night, too exhausted from the week to do much of anything, so we went just went to dinner and then back to the cabin to crash. We sat in front of the fireplace, sipping wine and chatting about the goings on in each other’s lives. Around 2 a.m., the girls started heading for their respective rooms, leaving Tanya and I alone in front of the fireplace. We sat in a stilted silence for a long time.. neither of us knowing what to say or do. She was on one side of the heat, and I was on the other, both of us laying on sleeping bags laid on the thick rug.

"Nicole tells me you work with Brandi," I said, trying to initiate some kind of communication.

"Yeah, I’m one of the accountants for Brandi’s firm," she said.

I thought, "Oh, great! An Accountant! Now what are we going to talk about?" But instead I said, "Accounting, huh? Sounds interesting."

"No. It isn’t," she said with a laugh. "I see that ‘oh shit! What do we talk about’ look."

Embarrassed that she read my mind, I laughed. But still didn’t know what to say.

"Brandi tells me you all come up here every year," she said.

Relieved that she started a conversation I could follow, I said, "Yeah, it’s a nice getaway from the everyday stresses. And the one time a year, we all force ourselves to spend time with each other away from everything."

"Wow, that’s great," she said. "You all seem so close."

"We try to do a lot of things together, but it seems we’re drifting apart more and more." I explained. "Anymore, we only get together once in the summer for a cookout and once in the winter for this ski trip. This is our eighth ski trip."

"That is so cool," she said.

We continued talking about the cabin, and some of the things we’ve done to it, and in it. All the animals around the place. And how peaceful it was up there, away from civilization. By the time we finished off another bottle of wine, we were getting sleepy. We had already stacked our sleeping bags to make the floor more comfortable, and were laying face to face with our hands supporting our heads. I vaguely remember saying goodnight.

The next morning, I woke up to "shhhhh.. they’re asleep". And to the pasty feel of old wine in my mouth. I opened my eyes to find Tanya laying beside me, curled up in a ball and snuggled with her back to me. Somehow, we were both covered by a blanket.

When I moved to get up, Tanya began to stir, I moved slowly so as not to wake her. I looked toward the kitchenette and saw the four of them watching me intently. Their disappointment was obvious when I emerged from the blanket fully dressed. They all groaned and turned their attention back to preparing breakfast. I spread my hands and gave them a "what did you expect?" look. Movement from the floor brought my attention back to the slumbering woman. I looked down at her and her eyes opened.

She gave a yawn and a stretch and said, "Good morning."

"Good morning," I said and reached down to take her hand. As I gave her a hand up, all eyes were on Tanya, to see her mode of dress. "It seems we have disappointed the girls," I said with a laugh.

Tanya laughed, and all four of them looked embarrassed.

Saturday was fun, well, most of it. We started off cross-country skiing. Re-discovered the paths that lead all through the snowy wonderland. The squirrels scurried around, watching these strange looking creatures invade their territory. We saw several rabbits and even caught a glimpse of a red fox jumping through the snow. I’m sure we would have seen more wildlife if we had been a little quieter.

Around noon, we headed back to the cabin for a quick bite before gathering our downhill skis to hit the slopes.

Tanya admitted that she wasn’t much for downhill skiing, that she’d only done it a few times, and wasn’t very good. She looked relieved when I told her it wasn’t my forte, either, but I enjoyed it. "So we’ll stick to the beginner slopes," I told her.

She smiled a thankful smile. The other’s just rolled their eyes.

On the way out, Nicole caught my arm. "You’re taking a liking to Tanya, aren’t you?"

"Nicole, she’s a nice person. And she’s easy to talk to," I said. "Don’t go playing Cupid, we’re very different. If something happens, it happens... if it don’t, it don’t. I’m not worried about it, so neither should you. Besides, now you guys don’t have to babysit me on the bunny slopes this time."

"Yeah, I know," she said with a smile. "It sounds like you’re going to be doing some babysitting of your own!"

I gave her a little shove out the door and said, "Get outta here, you perv!"

We both laughed as we walked out of the cabin.

It continued to be a beautiful day. The sun on the snow made it look like millions of diamonds were embedded in its surface, and I was glad I remembered my shades this time. The air was crisp and cold, as it should be, but we were all cozy in our ski bibs, mittens and boots.

When we arrived at the slopes, Tanya and I went in the direction of the beginner hills, while the others made their way to the more difficult side of the mountain. Riding the lift was probably the most fun. We could see where people had lost gloves, hats, scarves, and poles during their ride to the top. And it gave us the opportunity to talk.

We talked about everything. Our upbringing, siblings, parents, past relationships and experiences. And our abilities on the hill were about equal.

Toward the end of the day, I was relieved to discover that, like me, she wasn’t interested in a long-term relationship. That she was very content to have her space at home without having to answer to anyone but herself. This was my kind of woman.

When I reached the bottom, I looked up the hill in time to see her sliding down the lower part of the hill on her stomach with her left ski preceding her by about 20 feet. It was a sight to see for sure.

Hiding my mirth, I ran up to her and asked if she was okay.

"Yeah," she said an embarrassed and disgusted look on her face. "I don’t know what happened... all of a sudden my skis came out from under me, and trying to keep my balance, I heard something snap, then landed on my face."

I retrieved her ski, and attempted to help her stand. I got her to her feet in time for her to fall again. Her "Ouch" exclamation told me something wasn’t quite right. After I helped her remove her remaining ski and taking mine off, I put her arm around my shoulder, put mine around her waist, and carried our skis toward the lodge while she hopped on one foot beside me. Thankfully, another skier saw our predicament and came to help. He carried the skis and I lifted Tanya into my arms for the remaining jaunt, all the while she complained she was too heavy for me to carry like that.

I said, "Don’t be ridiculous. You don’t weigh anything." Which was true. I bore her weight with very little effort. "Besides, it makes me feel good to rescue a damsel in distress," I said with a smile.

She smiled and turned beet red, but snuggled closer to my chest.

I sat her at a table and propped her left foot on my lap to remove her boot. It was a difficult task, because her ankle had already started swelling. I gently set her foot on the chair as I went to get an ice pack and two cups of hot chocolate. I set the beverages on the table and put her foot back in my lap, where I took her sock off. Her ankle was swelling nicely and was turning a deep purple.

"Excuse me, but can I help? I saw you get the ice pack and wondered if you needed help. I’m the medic for the lodge." He was nice looking, somewhat tall and thin. The way a ski medic should look.

He looked at Tanya’s ankle, turning it from side to side, moving her toes, and feeling around on her arch. He asked what happened, and she told him. "I don’t think it’s broken," he said. "Could be sprained, but most likely it’s just a strain. And I’ll bet it hurts like hell."

"Yes, it does," she said. "What should I do about it?"

"Exactly what you’re doing," he suggested. "Keep the ice on it, and take ibuprofen for the pain and to keep the swelling down... oh, and try to keep it elevated."

"I’ll make sure she does," I said. "Thank you very much." He walked away and I looked at Tanya, "I’ll be right back. I think I have some Motrin in the truck."

When I went back in, Tanya was sitting dejectedly at the table. "Here, take a couple of these. It should help," I told her and handed her the bottle.

I sat back down and put her foot back in my lap.

"I feel so stupid! I’ve ruined this whole weekend!" she said, as her eyes watered.

I wanted to make her feel better, but didn’t know what to say. So I came up with, "To tell you the truth, I was ready for a break. I just didn’t want you to think I was a wuss by asking you to stop and join me for cocoa."

"But now I can’t go dancing with you guys tonight!" she whined.

"I didn’t want to go anyway. Maybe we could just stay at the cabin and play cards or something," I suggested.

"You don’t have to stay and babysit me."

"Who says I’m babysitting?" I asked. "Ask the girls, I’m usually the one who sits like a bump on a log while they dance. So, actually, you’re doing me a favor."

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Of course I am!" I said.

We were drinking our hot chocolate when Brandi and Nicole walked in, followed shortly by Renee and Lenore. All four of them crowded around us to ask what happened. As the story was retold, it was Brandi who looked at me and said, "You’d do anything to get out of going dancing with us, wouldn’t you?" She smiled, then the rest of us burst into hysterical laughter.

I looked at Tanya and said, "See, I told you."

We all sat and drank hot chocolate, then decided everyone had enough skiing for one day and headed back to the cabin.

The girls showered and readied themselves for a night on the town, as I made sure Tanya was comfortable. It wasn’t until after they left, that I discovered we forgot to stop and pick up dinner for us. Thankfully, we brought some staples with us for the weekend, and I was able to put together a nice little meal for the two of us. We had chilled wine, cheese & crackers, and some fruit consisting of grapes and strawberries.

"It’s not much," I informed her, "but at least we won’t starve."

"This is wonderful!" she said. "I wouldn’t want anything else."

"I hope you’re not just saying that," I said.

"Of course not! I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it," she said sweetly.

I made her comfortable on the floor in front of the fireplace as I made a roaring fire, then lounged beside her, munching on the makeshift fare. We lay on our sides, facing each other, when she leaned over and kissed me. Nothing passionate, just a friendly kiss.

"What was that for?" I asked.

"You’re just so thoughtful, I felt like giving you a thank you kiss," she said. "I hope you don’t mind?"

"No, not at all," I said embarrassed that she might have taken it the wrong way. "I kinda liked it. I don’t get many ‘thank you’ kisses." We both laughed.

"Um, I’ve got a problem..." she started, then looked down at her swollen ankle.

"What’s that?" I asked.

"I don’t know how to say this, but I’ve got to go to the bathroom, and I don’t think I can do it without assistance."

I jumped up quickly and said, "that’s what I’m here for! You helped me get out of dancing, and I’m here to help you go to the bathroom!" We both laughed. I reached my hand down to help her up, then bent to pick her up.

"Oh no.. you’re not carrying me again," she said. "Just let me hold onto you, and I can hobble to the bathroom."

"It’s no trouble... really," I said. "Besides, how bad do you have to go? Because at this speed, it’s going to take awhile."

"You’ve got a point there," she reasoned, and stopped to let me lift her.

When we reached our destination, I set her down and asked, "can you manage from here?"

She was already unbuttoning her jeans hastily, "I think I can. If I can get these down in time." We both laughed. She was so easy to laugh with, it amazed me. And I walked out of the room.

When she was finished she asked, "can you do me a huge favor?"

"Sure, what?"

"Can you get into my bag and get my nightshirt? I think it would be easier and more comfortable than these jeans."

I retrieved the garment and delivered it to her on the throne. "I’ll be out here when you’re ready," I said.

"Okay, thanks," she said. A few minutes later she said, "Whew! I’m finally ready."

I went back inside and lifted her again to take her back to the pallets in front of the fireplace. Then went back to put her clothes away so they wouldn’t wrinkle, and I noticed her underthings were with the pile of clothes. All kinds of thoughts invaded my mind. "Don’t be silly," I reasoned with myself. "It’s just easier to facilitate bodily functions without these on."

When I returned to her, I had also changed into sleeping attire, carrying more Motrin, and lay back down in my spot. She took the pills and thanked me.

We lay there face to face, in silence until I leaned over to give her a ‘thank you’ kiss.

"To coin a phrase, what was that for?" She asked.

"I just wanted to thank you for letting me take care of you," I said. "And for trusting that I won’t ravage you."

"Who says I don’t want you to?" She said slyly.

Surely, she was teasing me. Or was she? "There’s only one way to find out," I told myself. I leaned forward and kissed her again, this time it wasn’t just a friendly kiss. It was a little deeper.

Our lips pressed together and her tongue reached out to open mine lips and began probing inside my mouth. Her hand came up behind my head as her body pressed me onto my back. We were kissing and fondling each other passionately. We rolled back and forth, until she pinned me under her. She braced herself on her hands and looked into my eyes. I saw the need and desire in her eyes as she looked at me. She dipped her head to kiss me again, and let her lips trail down my neck. Her hands had already pulled the shirt of my pajamas up over my breasts exposing them to her hot mouth. She began sucking my nipples... first one, and then the other. My hands caressed the back of her head, as I moaned in absolute pleasure. She took one nipple in her mouth and began sucking and nibbling, while she caressed the other with her hand, rolling the nipple between her fingers, then massaged the whole breast. She lifted her head with my nipple still between her teeth, and pulled it away from my chest. Not too hard, but with an intensity that sent me flying. She then let it free to bounce back, then sucked it back in her mouth, tonguing and nibbling until it felt like I was going to float away in my own wetness. Her mouth and hand exchanged places, and sent me floating on yet another wave of ecstasy.

While sucking my breast, she slid her hand down my abdomen into my pajama pants and between the folds of my labia. Her fingers became instantly wet and slippery from the wetness she generated in me. She teased my womanhood with a quick dart inside, only to pull her hand out. She grasped the waist of my pants and slid her hand around the band, moving them down around my hips. I lifted my behind to help her, and the oversize garment slid down past my knees. She slid her hand over the skin of my thighs which sent sparks of desire racing through my body. As her fingers reached the top of my thighs, they found my wetness again and began a slow exploration of my womanhood. Gently, she probed my inner being with first one, then two fingers, slowly in and out, making love to me with both her mouth and her fingers. She released my breast from her mouth and began moving down my body, her lips leaving a fiery trail everywhere they touched. When her mouth reached my furry triangle, I spread my legs, opening myself to her, and in so doing was able to rid myself of the pajama bottoms. Her fingers were still caressing my inside, as her mouth found my hardened clitoris.

"Damn, baby, you are soaked!" she mumbled into my pussy. "And I like it!"

I couldn’t speak, no words would come, and all I could utter was a moan.

I caressed her hair as she licked and sucked and slurped my juices. I moved my hips in rhythm with her tongue as she was quickly bringing me to orgasm. She sensed my impending explosion, and sucked my clit into her mouth with mega force creating a vacuum and holding it while her tongue flicked over me, back and forth and up and down. I pulled her head into me as I bucked my hips.

"Oh God! Oh God! Tanya I’m gonna cum! Oh God.. oh geez.. oh GodohGodohGod... yes! yes! YES! Ohhhhhh," then my voice changed to a raspy demand, "ooooooohhhhhh fuck me! Oh please, fuck me!"

She released my clit from her mouth and drove her fingers deep inside me faster, faster and faster. "Oh yeah, Baby, cum for me.. yeah, that’s it... ooohhh Baby.. ummm, God you feel wonderful!" Her fingers flew in and out of my pussy, and dipped her head to suck on my clit. As my orgasm reached it’s peak, my hips were high in the air and she was giving me all she had to give, fucking me deep and sucking on my clit.

Then it got sensitive. I floated back to the pallet with her fingers still deep within me. Every movement made my body jerk, and I laughed that relieved, stress-free laugh that always follows orgasm. I was thankful she didn’t try to move right away, I enjoyed feeling her inside me as my pussy quivered and contracted around her fingers.

When the contractions slowed, she slowly withdrew her fingers and caressed my clit, which made me jerk, then caressed the inner folds of my lips, seeming to savor the feel of me.

I looked at her and we both smiled. I lifted my arms for her to lay on top of me.

"In a second, OK?" she said. "I love the feel of fresh cum pussy, so soft and wet."

She was sitting up, and stroking me with both hands. I lay there and watched her play. A few minutes later she lay at my side, and I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close to me.

We must have dozed, because the sound of a car door startled me to awareness, and we both jumped. I quickly reached down and lifted the blanket to cover us, quickly scanning the area to make sure none of our clothing was visible, then lay back down, facing Tanya, not touching, and we both pretended to be asleep.

They were obviously tipsy because we heard the drunken "Shhhh’s" and giggles as the entourage made their way to their rooms.


The Ski Trip



My friends really let me have it when I told them I would be bringing my girlfriend along for this year's ski trip - it's normally a guy thing. But this years is feeling more like a good idea every minutes as the two of us cuddle close on the lift ride to the top of the mountain. 

Since we just arrived this afternoon, it has been a short day of skiing, but we did manage to time ourselves just right to get on the lift just before they shut down for the night. There are only a few people behind us, and the resort employees are looking forward to calling it a night. 

As we slide off the chair at the top of the mountain, you quickly "discover" something wrong with one of your bindings, and I kick off my skis to see if I can fix it for you. I assure the ski patrol that we will be right along, and after the last vacationers have left the peak, the support personnel are off as well, leaving the two of us alone on the quiet summit. 

Now I quickly take off my pack and pull out the insulated blanket that I brought along - just for this purpose. I lay the blanket in an area that allows a clear view of the valley below, although the setting sun has most of the town below us in darkness. Some of the hotel rooms and houses are lit from within by the dancing light of an open fire, and the warm glow of the twilight sky bathes your eyes in the same orange colors - the most beautiful color I've ever seen. 

We kneel facing each other on the blanket, and we kiss as I begin to help you undress. I unzip your ski suit down to just below your navel, exposing your naked body underneath. Although warmer than usual, the late-spring temperature is cool enough to harden your nipples as soon as they are freed from the tightness of your suit. I push the clothing over your shoulders - those beautiful shoulders - to your waist and take a moment to look at your fantastic curves in the light of the sunset. Mmmmm, gorgeous. You lean back on your hands so the fullness of your breasts falls ever-so-slightly to each side of your chest - you know how much I love the way that looks - and I lean forward to suck each nipple into my mouth one at a time, gently nibbling on their hardness. You arch your back and neck, pressing your nipple into my mouth. "Harder, " you whisper, and I comply, biting you hard. You moan loudly, and I feel your body shudder with pleasure. 

With one hand, you push me off and I fall to my side on the blanket. You roll me over to my back and begin to struggle with my ski pants. I let out a slight giggle as I watch you squirm with anticipation - you look so cute as you desperately try to pull off my pants with your suit still gathered around your waist. You only tug long enough to get them around my knees, never taking your eyes off my cock once it is out of my pants. The cold air has had some effect on my erection, so you immediately go down on me, swallowing the length of it into your throat. 

You hold me there for a few seconds as I grow back to my fullest dimensions, swelling your neck at the same time. You begin to stroke it in and out of your mouth as you reach behind you to push your suit down past your hips. The sight of my cock slipping in and out of your lips and your beautiful round ass exposed to the world brings me to full hardness. You take me deep one last time, pulling off with your mouth wide open so as not to suck any of your saliva off of my slippery shaft. 

You spin around to show me your ass and pussy, pulling your cheeks apart to allow me access to either hole. "Fuck my ass, baby! Please!" I pull off my jacket as I climb to my knees. By now the steam is rising from both our bodies. I inch closer to you - just close enough to press the head of my cock against your asshole. Damn, that's hot! "Are you ready?" I ask, and you respond, "Come on, baby. Do it!" I gently but forcefully lean into you, my cock spreading the hole wide open as the head passes through. You let out a scream as you open to accept my full width, then gasping with ecstasy as I slide into you, right until my balls are against your pussy. I am in absolute heaven as I slowly begin to fuck your ass. You are now beginning to rock back and forth in rhythm with my stroking. You know I love it when you finger your self during anal sex, so you reach underneath and begin to play with your clit. 

Hopefully you can bring yourself to orgasm soon, because the feeling of my cock in your ass is almost too much for me... in fact, it is too much - soon I am warning of my impending climax by moaning and increasing my tempo. You squeeze your clit to bring yourself closer to your own orgasm. We are both so close to cumming...! As my cock expands just before my orgasm, you pull away from me and spin around to take my cum in your mouth. 

I stand as I start to pump out my hot load, and you begin to shudder and twist with your own climax, your fingers still stroking your clit. You moan and whimper as my cum overflows from your lips, and you squeeze the sticky load out of your mouth so it pours down your chin and onto your heaving chest. One hand is over your pussy in an attempt to keep you from leaking your own cum all over your suit, and the other is smearing my cum all over your breasts, fondling them as you coat every curve with the sticky load. You suck my softening dick into your mouth and use your tongue to milk every drop of cum from my shaft. 

I bend to kneel next to you, and we hold each other close as we kiss deeply. For a few moments it feels like the Tropics, but soon the cold mountain air forces us to begin to get dressed and head for the warmth of the lodge. The sun sets early in the mountains, so the night is still very young. Maybe the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace will be a nice setting for our next event? I can't wait 'til then!



The Ski Trip



CHAPTER SIX 
The Ski Trip 


The couple arrived at the ski resort planning to spend a romantic weekend away from the worries and people at home. The air outside was cold and crisp. The sun glistened down on the rolling hills and mountains of fresh powder snow giving the appearance of tiny diamonds sparkling everywhere. 

You could hear the crunch crunch of the snow beneath their feet echoing throughout the mountaintops. It was so peaceful and serene. Although there were several other people at the resort it seemed as though they were the only ones on the whole earth. 

The cabin they had reserved was in the secluded portion of the resort. They brought along the snowmobiles that they had rented from a nearby retailer so they could have something to get from the cabin to other spots at the resort. 

The couple ventured into their cabin and took in the awe of the beautiful rustic domain. The inside was just as beautiful inside as outside. Over the big stone fireplace hung a shelf just perfect for candles and oil lamps, which had been carefully packed in the luggage. The walls were very antique and rustic in appearance. It reminded her of the cabins she had seen in magazines or in movies. The scene before her just seemed to have leaped right off the pages of the brochure she had seen advertising the place. 

The couple decided to get unpacked and eat before venturing onto the slopes. He went over to the fireplace and lit the already in place logs. She ventured into the bedroom to unpack and get the candles and oil lamp out to place on the mantel above the fireplace. She took them out and placed them on the fireplace mantel. She then went back to the bedroom to unpack the rest of the luggage. He was making sure there would be plenty of firewood which there seemed to be. There was a whole rot iron rack full of wood for them to keep cozy and warm. 

She could feel the warmth of the fireplace heating the cabin as she traveled toward the kitchen to prepare them something to eat. Grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup was on the menu for this meal, something hot, fast, and good. She prepared the meal and then carried the sandwiches and cups of soup to the table for her and her lover. 

He had turned on some music for them to enjoy as they ate their meal. The couple ate in silence enjoying the surroundings. She looked out the window at the snow and he was looking at brochures of the resort to map out some plans for them. 

The snow was starting to fall. It appeared as giant goose feathers that had been plucked for a pillow. The flakes looked so soft as they floated to the ground. It started to come down harder and faster the visibility was almost 0%. 

The phone rang and startled the couple. It was the resort manager asking them to please stay indoors. The weather was not permitting anyone outside and there was a winter storm watch in effect. Before hanging up the phone the manager made sure the couple did not need any supplies. 

Well no skiing today they thought. He went to the fireplace and put another log on the fire as she poured them a cup of coffee. 
She sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace and gazed at the burning embers. He joined her and pulled her close to him. They sat there watching the fire and sipping their coffee each enjoying the peaceful and serene moment they were sharing. 

He lifted her face to his and kissed her deeply and passionately. Arms encircling the other as they kissed and caressed each other. He removed her thick red sweater and black turtleneck and he couldn’t help gazing at her milky white skin. Her breasts were still bound by a black velvet bra that enhanced her cleavage as it uplifted her breasts showing perfect round mounds of tantalizing flesh, making his mouth water for their taste. 

He caressed the breasts still encased in the velvet harness as he reached behind her to unfasten the velvet prison setting her bosoms free for his pleasure. He removed the bra from her body and caressed the bountiful breasts in his hands letting his thumbs rub of the nipples gently, causing them to perk up at attention. He placed one in his mouth suckling its silken fruit while he caressed the other. He could feel her melting in his hands as she moaned with pleasure. 

She caressed his back with one hand and held his head close to her chest with the other, running her fingers through his hair as she held on to him. 

He sat up as she cupped his face with her hands kissing him with her wanton desire. She could feel herself getting hot and wet. She moved down to his flannel shirt and unbuttoned the buttons all at one time, still kissing and caressing him as she exposed the masculinity of his barren chest. She then ventured down to his jeans, unbuttoned, and unzipped them. She laid him back as she took the pants and undershorts off, exposing an erect rod between his thighs. She licked her lips seductively and felt herself growing even moister. She was imagining the feeling of his erection inside her. 

She then stepped out of the pants that still adorned her body. Her body was a beautiful view to behold with the firelight flickering over each curve with a warm, soft glow. He gazed at the creature before as if he had not seen anything like it in his whole life. He wanted to taste her juices and she could see the hunger in his eyes. 

He grabbed her and pulled her down beside him, kissing her passionately letting his tongue dance with hers. Then he climbed ontop of her in a 69 position. As he began to lick her juices, she began to suck his stiff rod. They each were moaning with the pleasure they felt from the other. He sucked on her clit making her squirm and writhe underneath him. Oh the frenzy he was sending her in made it hard for her to concentrate on pleasuring him, but she tried. She continued to stroke him and suck on him feverishly as she tried to block the jittering motion of her own body. He continued to lick her and drink her fountain of juices but he too was trying to concentrate on pleasing his partner. He could feel himself on the brink of explosion. He removed himself from her mouth and turned to place his penis between her breasts. Cupping her breasts to make a valley for his erection to slide in and out of. As he moved his penis toward her face she sucked on the tip and then he moved back and then to her again letting her tease the tip of his penis with her tongue. She gently held the penis to her mouth and parted the lips of it, teasing it ever so slightly. She sucked on the tip while as it started on its journey back away from her mouth and between the two mounds of flesh. 

She was masturbating while he was moving his fully loaded erection between her breasts. He took her hands and places them where his were on her breasts. He then took over where her fingers had left off inside her vagina. Her juices were flowing like a mighty river and her inner canal felt hot to the touch. He felt himself explode on her chest as she climaxed to the rhythm of his fingers. 

He leaned down and kissed her passionately. The only thing that could be heard was the word “wonderful”, which escaped her mouth as she kissed her lover. 

Still beneath her lover she cleaned the cum that had oozed out across her chest. Once again she then took his manhood into her mouth and began to suck on it. She wanted to feel him get hard in her mouth. He moaned and arched his back as she sucked feverishly on his cock. She could feel him getting hard as she moved him in and out of her mouth. She moved to the topside and now he was beneath her. She placed his now hard cock in her vagina, arching her back so she could see his member gliding in and out of her canal. Oh it felt so good to have him inside her. She moved diligently as her juices flowed and trickled down onto her partner. He placed his hands on her buttocks and assisted her up and down upon his cock. He held his head in a position so he too could watch the gliding movement of his rod as it moved in and out of his lover. She let out a scream of sheer ecstasy as her juices exploded. He held her onto his penis as his fluid spilled into her vaginal cavity. She then collapsed ontop of her lover and he held her in his arms as his penis grew limp still inside her. 

The thought that ran through their minds was, if this was an example of what was yet to become of the weekend, it was well worth being snowed in. 


THE END 
For now 



The Ski Trip



He'd repeatedly heard that Spring skiing was superior to skiing during the middle of winter. However, until this past year, he had never experienced the difference for himself. As he and his wife drove up to the mountains from the airport in their rental car, they passed numerous SUVs with Texas plates filled with coeds on Spring Break. Although they were not that far removed from their own college days, they confided in each other that they were glad to be staying at one of the finer resorts in town; surely, their lodge would be out of the price range of most college students.

After a full day of traveling, by the time they checked in, walked around the grounds, located and tested the temperature of the hot tub, and had a drink at the lodge's timber-beamed bar, they were ready to go to sleep. They set the alarm for 7:30, so that they could have a leisurely breakfast in town before renting their skis and taking the shuttle to the base of the ski mountain. The liberation of a long-overdue vacation permeated their room, yet they shed their clothes somewhat self-consciously. In the dim light of their room, they stood facing each. He looked down from her eyes over the rest of her body admiringly. She felt her face grow warm as she stood in front of him, submitting to his inspection and offering herself to him unconditionally. She smiled to herself, pleased that she still met with his unqualified approval. 

HER: Even after years together, his ego bruised so easily. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings but for a period of time, she had been too tired and preoccupied with her career to put herself in that romantic frame of mind. She had wanted the intimacy, she longed for it. Yet, on those cold winter nights at home she just couldn't work up the motivation to return his subtle advances. When he had forced the issue most recently several weeks earlier, she succumbed, only to find his sex painful and unenjoyable. Although she hadn't said anything, he had known something wasn't right and withdrawn, quietly moving away from her to the edge of the bed. She felt terribly and wanted to pull him back on top of her. But no words found their way to her lips and instead she stared up at the ceiling until at last she dozed off.     

And then, as recently as last week, she had started to wonder (for the first time in their relationship) if perhaps he no longer desired her. Two mornings in a row she had hoped to break the ice that was forming and reached for him, struggling for some feeling of intimacy. She had been rebuffed. The first time she thought perhaps she had been too subtle, maybe he had misinterpreted her signals. But on the second occasion, even as she reached into his boxer shorts, he had rolled over and away from her. 

HIM: He approached their vacation is a potential watershed long weekend. Whatever other problems he faced at work or at home, she rarely denied him in the bedroom. It had been one of their marriage's greatest surprises. She had always benevolently allowed him to spend as long as he needed looking at or fondling her. 

The cold exterior others saw (and the cold bedrooms his peers complained of with greater frequency) typically dissolved in the late evening privacy of their bedroom. And for that simple and regular act of unconditional kindness, he hoped to serve her in every other way and to make her life as easy as possible. In this way, they enjoyed a symbiotic relationship that others who did not share their bedroom may not have so easily understood. 

Still, after several months of generally failed or aborted intimacy, nothing seemed certain anymore. She had begun wearing more and less inviting clothes to bed. She had seemed to cover herself more quickly after a shower. She gave him fewer invitations to advance. 

HER: In many ways, she had dreaded this vacation, fearful what she might ultimately learn about their marriage without the distractions of their everyday life. But those doubts, like others that had appeared over the course of their life together, quickly evaporated as the heat rose from her defenseless, naked body. Without so much as a word or a touch, she felt herself begin to fill with a lost desire and a tingle that started in her stomach and spread downward. 

HIM: His eyes glazed over as he silently looked her over. He knew every soft curve, every dark recess, every line on her exquisite body. He knew where to tickle her under her arm to give her goosebumps, where to kiss her on her neck to raise her nipples, and how to touch her to get her to lift her smooth hips, to draw her tapered legs into her body, and eventually to fall open for him. And still, with her standing naked in front of him now, he felt the same nervous excitement of their first night together run through his body again. 

HER & HIM: In that moment, a moment they'd created and recreated literally hundreds of times before, he recommitted his life to her and she moved beyond the worries of inadequacy that had plagued her only hours earlier.

She put her hand out and he took hers delicately into his. She lead him to their bed, slowly pulling back the sheets and backing onto the bed and between the soft cotton sheets. He slid in beside her and drew her head into his chest. They laid side-by-side listening to each other exhale deeply. He began by slowly caressing her and she reciprocated. And together they set in motion a well-known sequence of acts which on another night might have stalled out as being too rote. But on this night, after the drought of desire they had experienced, the familiarity provided a very clear and necessary roadmap to forgiveness and redemption. They were reforged together through heat, rhythm, and ultimately release, symbolically renewing the vows they had made not that many years earlier. 

She pushed up from him long after their breathing had returned to normal. She dangled herself in front of him, giving him a final gift, before slumping down beside him and into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.

HER: She awoke several hours later to the sounds coming through the wall from the adjacent room. At firth she thought someone was knocking on the door, but then the sounds became clearer.

"You awake?" she asked him quietly.

"Yeah."

They laid next to each other listening to the banging on the wall. Every ten seconds or so,she heard the gutteral groan from a male voice or an "mmm" or "Oh!" from a female voice. Under normal circumstances, it might have been an unwelcome intrusion. Tonight, she listened with interest as the sex played out next door. The headboard was hitting the wall with ever- increasing frequency and force. The groans of lovemaking grew more intense. She'd never been one for loud lovemaking; still, she found the sounds of their neighbors strangely arousing. For some reason, she envisioned the woman next door as some young maiden being ravished by a athletic brute. She placed herself into the scene and imagined herself the victim of some violent sex scene.

HIM:

He stroked her hair out of her face, luxuriating in the squeals of the woman next door. He wondered how old she was and what she looked like. Sounded like a young couple. He tried to envision their sex position, assuming that he was on top pounding her head into the headboard. They lasted several more minutes until as quickly as it started, they fell silent. He waited far more. He wanted to move his hands down through his wife's naked body but, already having exceeded his hopes for the night, decided not to push his luck.

HER: She bit her lip, waiting for him to reach out for her. When he didn't, and before the tingle left her, she reached over to him and took him in her hand. He flinched in surprise under her touch. She stopped. He quickly grabbed her hand and moved it back down over him. His hands were on her and she repositioned herself quickly so he could have complete access to her. He moved his hands down into her crotch. She reflexively lifted a knee and as he continued further down she found to her great amazement that her body was already anticipating more. 

HIM: It had been quite a while since they'd gone back for seconds in the same night and he doubted his stamina. But as she manipulated him, he continued to rise. Confidence restored,he crawled on top of her and had her. Looking down, he watched her smiling face contort upon his entry. She started breathing through her mouth. He drove hard through her, grunting quietly in pleasure.

HER: As he slid in, she looked up and saw him purse his lips. She felt the full weight of his body on top of her. She always liked it better that way, although she knew he sometimes tried to "spare" her by trying to take some of his weight off her hips. He wasn't even looking at her now, his eyes slightly rolled back in ecstacy. She slid herself up towards the top of the bed until her head was just touching the headboard and whispered to him: "Give it to me!" 

He responded and she lifted her hips ever so slightly to take him as deeply as possible. The headboard began to jiggle then knock lightly against the wall. As they progressed in tandem,it began slapping more loudly against the wall. Satisfied to be giving her neighbors a sample of their own lovemaking, she forced herself to call out as she'd heard her neighbor do only minutes earlier. He responded favorably to her uncommon emotion, watching her and adding his own uncontrolled sounds. 

HIM: Having already released once earlier in the evening, he knew he'd be able to lastlonger this go round and that he could afford to give her all he had without holding back. She seemed to be enjoying his rough work and not to mind the fact that her head was now jammed against the headboard. 

HER: She expected him to finish her off at any moment but he continued coming at her. She bucked under him to convey her appreciation, grateful that he felt no need for restraint. His hands clutched the top of the headboard. She clutched the small of his back. She clamped down on him and felt the waves of his climax under her grip.

HIM: He found himself calling out her name. When he slowly returned to his senses, he realized that her head was now awkwardly bent against the headboard at a 90 degree angle to her torso. He slid her down lower on the bed and off the headboard, then fell on top of her, listening to the fast beating of her heart. The room was silent but blood rushed through his ears. He heard someone clear their throat from the room next door.

She stroked his ass and blew cool air into his perspiring face. "Oh baby...baby... baby. I love you" she whispered. He kissed her and responded: "I love you too..very much," as he had so many countless times before.  


Morning came quickly. They lay next to each other for several minutes after the alarm clock went off, trying to hold on to the magic of the night, if only for a few additional seconds. 

As they returned to their room from breakfast, they almost ran into their neighbors who were now coming out of their room. They smiled and he mumbled a "good morning" to the bed-headed couple. After they had passed, he turned quickly to his wife, and gave her a small smirk. She raised her eyebrows in response.

"I'm just glad they didn't turn out to be sixty years old" he joked.

"Or two men" she added easily.

They craned their necks together to watch the couple walk off slowly down the hall. They each silently measured the couple against the images they had created in their minds. 

HIM: He was immediately taken with his neighbor's girlfriend. Short, fairly small- breasted woman with a tight ass and well-defined hips. Light brown shoulder length hair cut in that Jennifer Aniston sort of way. Somewhere in the 20 to25 year-old range. He would have been concerned that his stare seemed inconsiderate to his wife but turning back for a moment, he saw that she was also watching the departing couple.

HER: She found that her expectations were exceeded. She was drawn to his broad shoulders and full ass. Although she loved her husbands lanky body, she was oddly attracted to other men who did not share her husband's features. Like this guy, who's thighs and ass filled his jeans and who's arms and torso pulled at his t-shirt. He held the door open for her and she walk inside their room. They dressed quickly and made it onto the chair lift shortly after it opened at 9:00.

HIM: She had taught him to ski years earlier when they had just started dating. He had quickly caught on and now, although still not as technically proficient as her, enjoyed skiing more challenging runs even if it meant he took a number of spills on the way down. They skied together cautiously at first, working on getting their ski legs back under themselves.

Following her down the mountain, he recalled the first time they'd skied together. He had traveled to the resort with her family and had had to share a bedroom with her brothers. Finally,alone with her on the slopes the day after they arrived, she was deliciously packed into a pair of jeans with her long dark hair flowing in the wind. She made it all look so easy. He'd loved her more, just watching her surprising athletic ability on skis. Now he raced past her, letting out a shout as he accelerated down the mountain.

HER: She'd first seen the couple from next door on their first day on the slope but it wasn't until the morning of the second day of their vacation that he'd finally recognized them. They were skiing in a group of six, men and women all of about the same age and level of skiing ability. There was a degree of camaraderie that was immediately apparent, presumably forged by shared experiences and prior ski trips together. The other men on the lifts always craned their necks to watch the attractive women in the group ski down the hills beneath them. Some of the younger women on the lifts would giggle with each other as the men from the group skied under them.

As the day progressed, they ran into the same group repeatedly. They were skiing many of the same runs and would pass each other on the slopes or be waiting in the same lift lines. She noticed that although the woman from the room next door was indeed very pretty, she was no more attractive than the other two women in the group, although they each had their own attractive features. One was a striking blond with long hair. The other was a brunette with a great smile and a girl-next-door look that she could tell he found irresistibly cute. 

She discreetly watched the men in the group. In addition to the big boy from the next room, there was a handsome short-haired guy who was well over six fee tall, and another stereotypical frat boy of generally desirable dimension, although ski clothes hid too much for her to pass final judgment. 

Just before lunch they finally met up with two of the members of the group on a quad lift at the bottom of the back basin--the tall guy and blond girl. At first the four of them sat quietly on the lift, but as they progressed they started chatting about themselves to pass the time. It turned out, the group of six had graduated from the same Texas university several years ago, the very college she had graduated from eleven years earlier. After college, the group of friends had all gone off in different directions, three still in graduate school, two of the guys living together and working in Texas, one of the women pursuing her career in New York. And in the span of ten minutes, they found themselves being drawn into this group of six strangers. 

At the top of the mountain, Casey and Carrie (the two they had met on the lift but who acted like they were only friends) called out to the rest of their group and, pointing to their female liftmate, announced to the others that she too had graduated from ______ University. The others immediately said a hello, including the couple from next door who smiled a "hello again" when they recognized their neighbors. 

They skied several more of the same slopes and, although not intentionally skiing together, they ended up in the same lift lines and shared rides to the summit with various members of the group of six as the late morning progressed. They formally introduced themselves to their neighbors from the lodge, Amber and Troy, and met the girl-next door (Kelly) and frat boy (Shaun) who seemed far cuter up close that she had expected. They stopped for lunch at about the same time and ended up sharing their long lunch bench with the group of six. They found common ground superficially, talking about old college professors and the ski runs, but then floated back into their own separate conversations. It being impossible not to overhear the discussion, they concluded that the six were currently just friends, although it seemed as though there had been past romances sprinkled in between members of the group at various points in the past. Shaun started good-naturedly ribbing Troy about disappearing with Amber to "get back that lovin' feeling." Troy responded quietly and a bit embarrassed to Shaun that: "it wasn't anything like that."

As lunch concluded, the group discussed where they would ski next. The guys in the group wanted to move on to more difficult runs with moguls. The women did not seem so inclined and dismissed the guys to go ski by themselves. As they were getting up, Shaun asked if they'd like to ski with the boys. 

She looked over at her husband, reading his mind, and told him: "Go ahead, it may be the only chance you get to take on those black slopes. I know I'm only good for one or two a day."

"It's not a big deal. You sure?"

"Go. I'll be fine" she added.

Amber jumped in: "Oh yeah, she'll come skiing with us." Amber smiled at her and Kelly shook her head "yes." She nodded back in return, accepting the invitation. They set up a time to meet at the back basin lift and he kissed her lightly as he headed off, obviously pleased to be able to push himself on the moguls. 

HIM:

The guys skied together over the next hour. But in that hour he learned and shared more than he would have ever expected. No sooner had they started the first black run than Shaun started back in with Troy about "disappearing with Amber." Troy demurred and refused to engage Shaun. However, he shot a quick glance to his newly-discovered "neighbor" who smiled back, but refused to "bust him" in front of his friends. 

Appreciative of his new acquaintance's discretion, he skied by several minutes later and said: "They just wouldn't understand."

He didn't say anything in response.

"I used to date her and I've never found anyone to replace her, if you know what I mean. She'd been drinking; I'd been drinking. She's not dating anyone; I'm not dating anyone"

He just nodded understandingly.

Fishing for confirmation Troy continued slyly: "I hope we didn't keep you up last night."

Caught off guard, he paused, then smiled as he contemplated a witty double entendre response. Finally, he allowed: "I'm just glad you didn't hurt yourselves."

A laugh escaped through Troy's nose: "Yeah, we thought about calling the front desk to quiet you two down the other night."

He responded dryly: "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh really? I'm talking about someone screaming out "'Oh..yeah...yeah!' at 2:15 in the morning."

They fell silent as the rest of the group skied past them, shouting crude comments in their direction.

"How long have you ben married?"

" Just over ten years."

"One woman for ten years?"

"Yep."

"And you still can rattle the headboards like that?"

Pause. Then, "You have no idea." He turned and skied off, leaving Troy thinking to himself.

On the next run, the men were all resting at various points along a narrow run of enormous moguls, spread out in a chain across the otherwise vacant slope.

"Casey, why don't you ask him?" Shaun shouted.




The Ski Trip



"Shut up, Shaun."

"Do you mind if I ask him for you?"

"Shut the fuck up, Shaun, or I'll kick your ass."

"Casey thinks you wife's hot." A snowball whizzed past Shaun's head.

"She'll be pleased to know that," he responded to Shaun. 

"Hey Casey, should I tell him what you really said?"

Casey had skied down to Shaun and before Shaun could move, Casey was on top of Shaun and forcing his head into the snow.

Fighting off Casey's attack, Shaun blurted out: "I'd do her... in....in an instant. Was that it, Casey?" 

Casey was shouting at Shaun to shut up and punching him in the ribs but Shaun was just laughing it off.

"And what else did you say, Casey? Something like: "You'd like to ride her moguls.'"

Casey had given up now, just thoroughly embarrassed by his friend's betrayal.

Apologetically, Casey said: "I didn't say all that stuff. It was just guys talkin'. I'm sorry, I think your wife's pretty."

"Don't worry. She is pretty. And I'm just married, I'm not dead."

The guys all laughed.

Emboldened and pleased to be considered "one of the guys" he added: "And Casey, I'd ski some of your friends' moguls if given half a chance."

"That may not be as hard to arrange as you might think," Casey said and the guys just laughed, a bit nervously or so it seemed to him. 

"Just meet us out at the hot tub at about 8 or so tonight and you'll get a pretty good preview of the terrain, so to speak."

"Just make sure to bring your wife with you, right Casey?" Shaun barbed. Although he suspected that Shaun was the one he really had to watch out for around his wife.

From that point on, he was exchanging crudities with them and dispensing his own advice on sex, marriage and related "guy issues." At the end of their fifth run together, they met up with the women at the lift. As they skied into the lift line, he confirmed how favorably his wife stacked up against the beauty of the younger girls. From experience, he knew the other guys were undoubtedly making their own comparisons in light of Shaun's comments on the slopes. He skied the rest of the day with his wife, taking time to admire her along the way, apart from the group of six.

HER: Before they'd even left the chalet where they'd had lunch, the girls were quietly grilling Amber about her evening with Troy.

"Old habits are hard to break. And for about ten minutes it felt like old times," Amber joked in response to her inquisitors, but loud enough so that their new acquaintance could also hear.

Now looking at the latest addition, Amber added: "Of course, I'm not sure I had as much fun as the couple in the next room."

She flushed and quickly looked down, pretending the comment had not be directed to her. Kelly and Carrie looked at her, expecting further elaboration but getting none. They rode the quad lift up together and began a number of long intermediate runs. During the long lift rides, she answered their questions concerning her career and marriage. When they learned that she was an obstetrician and gynecologist, they bombarded her with a number of questions, ranging from birth control to breast implants to child birth. Along the way, the women would interrupt the "serious" conversation to make pg-rated comments about the wide range of men who were on the mountain that day.

"Kelly always gravitates towards the older guys," Carrie explained as Kelly craned her neck to watch some tanned guy with salt and pepper hair ski by.

"They just tend to be much more sensitive to my needs, in my experience. Especially in certain areas," Kelly said in her defense. "It's not just all about them."

She didn't say anything, but had to agree with Kelly's assessment. Her husband had become a much better lover as each year had passed together.

Later, while they each discussed their marriage prospects, Carrie had asked: "I don't want to seem nosey, but I don't have too many friends who have been married for very long. Is it difficult to keep the sparks of romance alive?"

She thought for a moment and drew on her professional experience. "The number one complaint I get from my patients over thirty is that they can't recapture the libido they had when they were younger. It's a huge problem."

"What do you say to them?" Amber asked.

"I tell them that they are not alone. It's important for them to know that what they're experiencing is typical. I tell them that they need to talk to their partner frankly and work through the issues together.."

"I can't imagine a time when I wouldn't want to have sex," Kelly noted.

"I can't imagine a time when you wouldn't want to have sex, either, Kel" Carrie retorted.

"I can't imagine a guy ever not wanting to have sex," Amber threw in.

"Oh, guys never seem to lose their libido. In fact, it's usually the men who are driving the women's feelings of inadequacy in not wanting sex. That's what leads the women to ask me for advice."

"Sounds like you're a sex counselor or something." Amber said.

"Well, think about it. The only doctor most women have is their Ob/Gyn, so I'm the one they turn to with what they perceive as a medical problem. They want a pill or something to give them their desire back."

"Is there?"

"Nothing that's really proven to work. Ninety-nine percent of the time there's no physiological problem. It's just emotional and the gradual and natural aging of the body."

"So once it's gone, it's gone?"

"No not at all. It's all about taking steps to put you in the right frame of mind to block out the stress of the day and recapture a little romance."

"What kinds of advice do you dispense to them to get back in the 'right frame of mind'"?

"There are good books that can get a woman motivated, web sites with videos, toys, and games. There's all sorts of role playing and fantasies that partners can play out with each other. Familiarity breeds complacency. In my experience, couples need to take risks and try new things."

"So, I should look for a husband who will let me live out my fantasies...with or without him?" Carrie jokes.

"Many times, the fantasy you may be having is very similar to a fantasy your partner has been having, but has been too ashamed to share with you. When you find a shared fantasy, and make it a reality, it's an incredibly liberating realization."

When she finished, she realized that she may have supplanted her objective analysis with her subjective experience after ten years of marriage.

"So, if your husband told you to dress up like a nun and spank him with a ruler, you'd do it?" Kelly asked as she laughed.

"If that's what he wanted, yeah. What's the harm? As long as he was willing to be my cabana boy the next night." She laughed to herself because, although she'd done some weird things to satisfy her husband, the nun-with-a-ruler one had never come up.

"What if he said he wanted to sleep with twins?"

"I'm sure he'd love to sleep with twins. I'm sure that sometimes when he's with me, he's imagining he's sleeping with twin college cheerleaders." She thought about how her husband had closed his eyes during their late night encounter the previous evening. She looked over at Amber and speculated about what would be running through his mind the next time they made love.

"But that's okay, because in the dark of the night, sometimes I'm imagining he's someone else...or several other men!"

That brought a wave of laughter from the other girls.

"I'd freak if I found out my boyfriend was thinking about someone else," Kelly said.

"The bottom line is that you've got to be comfortable with whatever lines you draw. But just remember, it's all about trust and understanding. If you're having crazy fantasies about being taken by a bunch of escaped prisoners, it's probably not fair to worry about you husband fantasizing about twins. But, that doesn't mean either of you will act on the fantasies. So, are the fantasies wrong? No. Does it mean that you should read a book or get a video that depicts that fantasy? Maybe. Does it mean you can touch yourself when he's not around and let your mind run free. Sure. Does it mean you should buy a pair of handcuffs and a prison jumpsuit for your partner? Why not! Your sex life either moves on or it dies"

"Doesn't sound like yours has died." Amber commented.

"Not that every day or even every month is like when we were newlyweds, but overall, it's gotten better and more satisfying to me every year. We're still learning new things about each other. Of course, not that sex is the focal point of marriage. But in many ways, I think it acts like a barometer for your marriage. And good sex can wash away a lot of bad feelings. But I'm sure you already know that."

"So true. Give me what I need when I need it, and he can watch all the football he wants" Kelly said.

"Sounds pretty good. I might just get married now after that pep talk." Carrie said. "Or,better yet, can I borrow your husband for a night? I seem to be stuck with guys who think foreplay is drinking a beer."

She smiled. "Hook me up with a couple of your male friends, preferably the big, strong types, and he's yours for the night." Everyone laughed, even though she wasn't entirely joking. It was amazing how easily she could joke with these women, she thought. They were so much more entertaining than the group of moms at the day care center.

She realized too late that she'd been a bit too raunchy or revealing perhaps, but she'd never see these girls again and they genuinely seemed interested in knowing what they had to look forward to as they progressed inevitably through marriage and children. Fortunately, she didn't have the chance to say anything more revealing because they caught sight of the men as they pulled into the lift line. Yes, she thought, he'd do nicely, looking at him from behind. I'll see him sometime soon in a fantasy or two, she confided in herself. She slid past him in line and alongside her husband who welcomed her back with a kiss.

HIM: They'd gotten off the slopes shortly before the lifts shut down. After a short nap back at the lodge, they went to dinner at one of the wonderful Southwestern restaurants in town. Throughout dinner they were touching each other affectionately above and below the table,reconnecting on a more emotional plane. The margaritas were too smooth and after only two, the altitude and alcohol had given them both a solid buzz.

He occasionally checked his watch, not exactly worrying about the time but conscious that it was now well past 8:00 p.m. When they finally made it back to the room it was closer to 9:00. He had gone into the bathroom to relieve himself and when he returned to the main room, she was just pulling her swim suit top down over her shoulders. He saw her breasts for only a moment before they disappeared beneath the slick fabric. Fortunately, the lycra lifted and pulled her breasts together, creating a hint of cleavage for his continued titillation.

HER: She had suspected that the group of six would end up in the hot tub at some point that evening based on comments the girls had made about looking forward to soaking their sore muscles. But that truly had not been her motivation in seeking out the hot tub. Her legs were sore and the thought of an outdoor soak under the stars was irresistible. She checked herself out in the bathroom mirror after he came out of the bathroom. She adjusted her straps and rearranged her bottoms to cover any stray hairs that she might have missed when she trimmed herself in the shower the day before they had left home. When she came out, he was pulling the new trunks she had given him up over his waist. He'd been working out on a new weight system they had purchased with their new house and he looked as good through the upper body as he ever had. 

They wrapped themselves in the lodge's fluffy robes and walked out into the dark. It cooled down quickly at night at that elevation. Above them, the stars seemed close enough to reach and pull down out of the sky. The hot tub was separated from the lodge by a rustic, rough- hewn fence made of pina logs. From the enclosure, the banter of men and women emanated. Opening the latch to the hot tub enclosure area, the occupants fell silent and looked at the intruders. Not immediately recognizable out of their bulky skiing outfits and with wet hair, it took a few moments until the tubbers greeted the newcomers. Hearing Shaun's familiar voice, they recognized their new-found acquaintances from the slopes. The banter picked back up.

"Grab yourselves a beer from the cooler," Troy invited.

She took a pass, but he reached for one. He slid out of the robe and into the boiling water of the hot tub. She felt the cold night air hit her as she removed her robe, goosebumps forming immediately on her arms. The other men almost in unison took a sip of beer to give them a pretense of busyness as they watched her gingerly slip into the hot water.

HIM: He obeyed the well-recognized, unspoken Code among men. He knew that they were obliged to "check her out" in her swimsuit and pretended to look away so that they would feel free to do so. It never bothered him to know other men were looking at her. In fact, it gave him a feeling of pride to have such a lovely wife. But as he looked around, he acknowledged that he may have underestimated the attractiveness of the other women. Kelly had on a small bikini. Although most of her body remained hidden below the waterline, he could see the small triangles that covered the flesh of her B-cup breasts. She had a narrow neck and delicate features. A pretty face, like something that belonged on the cover of a wholesome young women's magazine. Amber had obviously forgotten a swimsuit. She wore a long white t-shirt and he couldn't tell what else. She hid mainly beneath the cover of the water and when she had to reach out to get her beer or to cool off, she turned away so that she didn't flash everyone with her see-through wet top. Up close she had a more rugged, yet still feminine, look to her. The kind of women he'd always expected he'd end up with--tanned, outdoorsy, and a slightly unpolished beauty to her. Directly across from him sat Carrie. Her long hair was knotted on the top of her head and she wore a tight-fitting one piece suit. It seemed unlikely that a bikini could have contained her ample chest. He was not disappointed for the additional reason that the thin fabric of the one piece left her nipples poking plainly through her suit. The suit ran high up her hip, hiding little of her shapely thighs and ass. Out of respect, he noticed that the other guys looked away while he tried to casually check out the women in the tub.

HER: She had known they'd all be looking at her when she got in. Men always thought they were being so discreet but rarely failed to be caught by her radar. Rather than make an issue out of it by catching them in the act, and being somewhat emboldened by her buzz, she looked over their heads into the night air as she gradually stepping down into the warm protection of the water. Across the tub from her, Troy had a well-defined upper body and arms that were naturally the size of small tree trunks and legs that would have supported someone twice his weight. He got out of the tub for beer and the wet suit stuck to his full, cleaved ass. 

When the whirlpool timer expired, the bubbles stopped. She knew that her husband was surreptitiously looking into the water to try to make out if Amber had on any underwear and what Kelly's lower half looked like in her bikini bottoms. Casey got out to re-start the timer; she saw that he was wearing shorts, not swim trunks. The cotton fabric clung to his body and she noted the outline of a large, limp appendage under his shorts. Not even the hot tub could kill that giant, she thought to herself. He had a muscular back and a sexy fluidity to his long body. Shaun, she noted as expected, had a well-formed body born, not naturally like Troy and Casey, but from weightlifting. Nice eye candy, she thought to herself, but not the type she could live with day after day.

HIM: They slumped in the water, talking of the days events and planning their next day already. The minutes quickly floated by. Troy and Amber were flirting with each other in the tub. But he noticed that every once in a while, although whispering in Troy's ear, she'd look at him. At one point after she had said something to Troy, Troy looked over at him, then her. He had the distinct impression they were talking about him and his wife. He stroked his wife under the water, until too hot, she sat up on the lip of the tub. She leaned forward to dangle her fingers back in the water. Her reach into the water naturally pushing her breasts together. The men couldn't resist, he knew. They were looking into her cleavage, then down into the darkness between her thighs, as if they honestly expected his wife to pull her legs apart for them. As it was, the soft mound of her bush showed ever so slightly through her suit, he noticed. That was all they'd get tonight, he reminded himself. As he looked at her from the corner of his eye, he had a desire to pull his wife's suit off and to have his way with her right there on the edge of the tub, even if they were all there to watch. He was as big a pig as ever, he conceded.

Breaking his thought process, Amber stood up to get out of the tub. Although she moved quickly, his eyes were quicker, picking up the outline of her perky, small breasts through the nearly transparent white t-shirt. As she rose, he could make out her white panties under the t-shirt. Although this second layer of fabric somewhat obscured the details of her feminine features, he could make out the dark patch of hair in front and when she turned around to grab her robe, the curve and cleave in her smooth, rounded ass.

One by one the women got out and wrapped themselves in their towels and robes. As each one left, he took advantage of his vantage point to check out their bottom halves. Nothing but lean legs and tight asses--a real treat.

The men stayed in the tub, except that when his wife touched his shoulder, he stood up to escort her back to their room.

"You two should come on over to our room," Amber said. Kelly agreed.

"Yeah, I'm sure we'll just watch some movie and drink a little."

"And maybe smoke a joint" Shaun added.

"Rather than keeping you awake, I'd feel better knowing you were partying with us," Troy noted.

"We'll see you later then," he said, almost in the form of a question to his wife.

"May as well," she confirmed, taking him by the hand and leading him out of the hot tub area.

HER: They returned to their room. Apparently remembering the expensive bottle of wine he had brought with them, he picked up the ice bucket and told her that he would run to the ice machine down the hall so they could chill the bottle of wine. The door clicked closed behind him. She stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and slid the sticky, wet swimsuit down her body and off. She looked at her body in the mirror, turning to the side for a quick profile. Relatively pleased with what she saw, she plugged in the lodge's small blowdryer and turned it on. She combed her hair out under the fast-blowing heated air. 

Less than thirty seconds later, she heard the light double-knock on the door. That was fast,she thought. He must have forgotten his keycard. With the blow dryer tethered to the electricaloutlet in the bathroom in her left hand, she stretched the coiled cord to its limit and reached out for the door handle with her right hand, standing half in and half out of the bathroom. She pulled the door open and began to formulate the phrase "that was fast" with her mouth but before the words could reach her lips, she saw him. 

Shaun took one step into their room and was saying: "We're gonna make a run to the liquor...store," when he stopped dead in his tracks. He had turned the corner around the door and seen her standing before him naked with only a blow dryer in her hand.




The Ski Trip



She backed up into the bathroom and he retraced his steps backwards out of the room. But in the few seconds it took them to both retreat and close the two doors, she knew he had been treated to her full frontal nudity. She stood behind the closed door of the bathroom for a few seconds, heart pounding, listening for him. The room door clicked closed again and from behind the door she heard the muffled words of Shaun: "I'm sorry. I didn't.... ." Then he casually added,pretending he hadn't seen anything: "No problem, we'll pick up some more beer and maybe a bottle of rum."

She stood still, listening, unable to move. Less than thirty seconds later the door clicked open again. She braced herself against the bathroom door as if to ward off attack. But peering around the crack in the door, saw her husband setting the ice bucket down on the dresser and pull the bottle of wine out of his suitcase to chill. He was singing to himself.

She took a deep breath and looked at herself staring back at her in the mirror. "What's done is done," she said to herself. Although she had wished it had been anyone other than Shaun. She'd only known him for a day, but obviously discretion was not his strongest suit. Still, it as an accident..no one to blame but herself. Nothing gained by mentioning it to her husband. We're leaving in a few days and I'll never see him again after that. And with a surprisingly quick resolution of the issue in her mind, she finished drying her hair.

They lounged in bed in their robes for a short while, watching the local news. They could hear doors slamming and talking from the room next door. Eventually, they got dressed in comfortable post-skiing clothes. She wore a thick cotton sweatshirt and baggy sweatpants. No bra, since the sweatshirt was plenty thick. She pulled her hair out of her sweatshirt and pushed it over her shoulders. 

He pulled a pair of jeans over his still damp bare ass and an old polo shirt over his torso. He tackled her on their bed, but she pushed him off playfully after delivering a wet kiss on his lips. He unlocked and opened the door that lead to the adjoining room. He knocked. Amber unlocked the other door from the adjoining room and opened it up for them.

HIM: The rest of the group was lounging on the two queen-sized beds. Troy was unpacking beer and putting it in the cooler, wearing baggy shorts and a tank top. He offered up a beer to the couple. He took one but she had spied the rum bottle on the nightstand. Seeing her interest, Carrie gave her the strong rum and Coke she had just poured for herself and set about to make another. 

They sat around drinking, the men largely on one bed, the women on the other. Kelly and Shaun started coordinating a game of quarters, everyone professing that they had not played in "the longest time." He joined in but his wife did not, not being a fan of beer.

He was enjoying himself with Shaun and the three casually-dressed girls around the small table. Amber had on a tank top and shorts. Her small breasts vaguely visible as mounds under the fabric, her smooth legs brushing against his occasionally under the table. Kelly had her hair in a ponytail. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and tight low rise jeans. Carrie wore her long blond hair down, continually playing with it and wrapping it around her head and over one shoulder to keep it out of her face. She wore a light-weight sweater through which her amply chest pushed,and a large, thick towel around her waist. 

HER:

She stood behind him, resting her wrists on his shoulders and watching the game of quarters. She purposely avoided making eye contact with Shaun. In the other corner of the room,Casey and Troy were pulling what looked like a baggie out of a small suitcase. From the baggie,she saw them extract small pieces of paper and what looked like leaves. Although she had never smoked it before, she immediately recognized it as marijuana and knew they were about to start rolling joints. She continued to watch them although the rest of the group seemed oblivious to them. Shaun and Kelly looked over and seemed to dismiss the appearance of the baggie as nothing out of the ordinary. But her husband's back was to Troy and Casey, so he could not see what they were up to. 

Casey asked if anyone had matches. Her husband, turning around for the first time did a double take but them told Casey to go get the restaurant matchbook that was on his nightstand in the other room. Casey walked through to the other room and returned moments later with a small object in his hand.

Finally, her curiosity got the better of her. She had never really felt the desire to use drugs when she had been in college. Although she' had the opportunity to do so on numerous occasions then, she and most of her good friends had simply opted out. Not that marijuana use bothered her;she'd even dated a guy for a short time who lit up every once in a while. But now, removed from the college scene, she had sometimes thought it would be worth trying at some point in her life. Funny, she noted, that now that she was a responsible adult and removed from its ready accessability, she had more of an interest than ever. Her husband had asked her on one or two occasions over the last few years if she'd be interested in trying it. He'd done it a few times in college and had nothing bad to say about the experience--other than it made him cough. 

She let go of her husband and wandered over to watch Casey and Troy roll their first small joint. They worked together with a synchronization that obviously came from prior experience. 

Carrie called out, "Let me know when you're done. I haven't smoked since college but if Troy got the stuff, I know it's good."

"Only the very best for you, Carrie," Troy called over his shoulder. Then turning back to Casey said: "I hope this stuff's okay. I've been outta the scene for a while myself. A guy I work with hooked me up with this stuff. We'll see."

They took notice of her watching them and held up a perfectly symmetrical cigarette for her inspection.

"What do you think?" Troy asked.

"I'm not really able to judge," she responded honestly.

"Been a while?" Casey asked.

"Yeah, like 35 years", she answered.

"You kiddin'? Never?"

"Nope"

"Hey," Troy asked loudly in the direction of the quarters table, "You telling me you've never gotten your wife stoned?"

"Nope, far as I know, she's a mary-jew-wanna virgin," he answered in a Texas twang.

Shaun lifted his eyes at this comment, she noticed, smirking back at Casey and Troy, without her husband noticing. But she caught his eye for a moment, and he wiped the smirk off his face and looked back down as the quarter was being handed to him.

"How'd you ever get her to marry you in an unimpaired state?" Casey jibed.

"Who said anything about unimpaired? It took lots of alcohol."

Then, turning to her, Casey said more quietly: "Maybe tonight will be your first time. We'd be honored to be your tour guide."

She felt a bit warm from the alcohol, a bit nervous about perhaps trying a puff or two, but said nothing. She watched as they took their time rolling a second perfect joint in silence. No one at the table noticed as they laid the two joints on the nightstand and admired them. The group at the table was laughing and passing the cup around quickly, missing the cup much more often than not. She saw that her husband had his ankle wrapped loosely around Kelly's under the table and that he was touching Carrie on the wrist every time someone missed the cup and had to drink.

She came back to the table beside him and he acknowledged her by reaching around her waist and putting his head into her stomach. She watched for a while but felt like an outsider because she was not playing and laughing with them. Casey and Troy had slipped out onto the balcony. She noticed one of the joints was missing from the nightstand. She kissed him on the cheek and removed his arm from her waist. He looked up at her for a moment and she nodded towards the half-opened sliding door leading to the balcony . He smiled and took up the quarter that Amber slid in front of him.

The night air was crisp but not nearly as cold as she would have expected. Sliding the balcony door closed behind her, the smell of burning marijuana stung her nostrils. Casey and Troy were standing next to each other, taking turns passing the joint back and forth. Seeing her,they both smiled and moved apart, so that she could move between them leaning against the wrought iron railing. She looked up at the mountains and the array of stars above the peaks. Without a word, Casey inhaled, the tip of the cigarette turning bright red. Then he offered it to her. She shook her head: no. 

She didn't want to try it without her husband there to share it. She expected him to come out any moment. Turning back and looking through the blinds she saw Kelly draped over her husband's shoulder. After several more minutes she grew impatient and this time reached for the joint as Troy was passing it to Casey.

"Whoa," Troy pulled it away. "You want a hit?"

"Why not."

"Okay, okay, here. I'll hold it for you so you don't drop it."

Troy leaned into her, held the cigarette in front of her lips and instructed her: "Breathe in and hold it for as long as you can."

Casey put his hands on her shoulders to push her into the cigarette and to brace her. She felt the warmth of them, each on one side of her. She took a puff and tried to hold it, but after five seconds coughed it out. They each laughed, congratulating her with a quick hug and high fives. She regained her breath and laughed with them. They passed it around two more times, each time she held her breath a little longer but still feeling no differently.

"So, I guess Shaun caught you by surprise this evening," Casey asked.

"I knew he'd never be able to keep his mouth shut," she said, neither particularly embarrassed nor upset as a feeling of good humor swept through her suddenly. "What did he tell you?"

"He said that it was a very nice view and that we didn't know what we were missing," said one.

"He said your husband's one lucky guy," added the other.

She grabbed the joint and took another long drag, the discomfort in her throat subsiding. Casey had placed his arm around her waist nonchalantly. She felt no need to push it aside. Her body felt warm and she seemed light on her own feet. Troy put his mouth close to her ear.

"How about sharing the view with us. After all, we've smoked the peacepipe together, we're practically married."

She felt a little giddy at the attention they were giving her. But she just smiled and looked out at the stars. Casey started to try to slide his hand up under her sweatshirt from the waist. His hand felt hot and soft against her back. She thought about letting him proceed, but before he reached too high up her back, she instinctively brought her arm across the front of her body below her breasts, blocking him from progressing further. He scratched her lower back gently then backed out from under her shirt without a fuss. He took the joint from Troy. She stood between them, their bodies touching her sides and blocking her from the light breeze. She waited, sort-of wanting Casey to try again, not so sure if she'd stop him this time or not. 

She let her hands drop to her sides, careful to move slowly enough that her hands glanced against their stomachs and their front of their pants. She thought she felt a distinct bulge through Troy's thin running shorts but felt only jean fabric in Casey's mid-section. She had no idea why she had done that, but it just seemed fun and flirty. She recognized that she was now starting to feel the effects of the marijuana. She was smiling, without even trying, and felt entirely at ease. She drew her hands in and over her head as she stretched out into the night air. The guys moved even closer to her and were lightly touching her ass and waist, respectively. They stood there side-by-sided, looking out into the sky together.

She turned her head and looked through the blinds into the room. Her husband's chair was pushed back from the table and empty. She didn't see him anywhere in the room. Maybe he was in the bathroom. Then Kelly got up from the table and walked through the door adjoining the two rooms and disappeared into their bedroom. Troy left the balcony to get another beer, leaving Casey and her alone together. She was watching out of the corner of her eye to see when her husband or Kelly would return.

"Good joint?" he asked.

"Yeah," she giggled, unable to stop herself and finding that comment very funny.

Casey moved into her, pressing the front of his body into hers.

"Mmm, that feels good," he said.

She put the palm of her hand into his sternum and gently pushed him away.

"Oh, come on now," he pleaded.

"Easy, Cowboy," she teased.

"You know I want you. All I need is a little of what you gave Shaun."

"That was an accident."

"Sure it was."

She thought about his comment. She should have known that her husband could not have gotten the ice that quickly. She could have covered up or just cracked the door, rather than flinging it open. Still, she had assumed it was her husband.

"So all you wanna do is sneak a peek?" she asked, repeating one of her husband's phrases and glancing back into the room to see if her husband was back or whether anyone else was watching.

"Just a peek..maybe a little touch...I'd settle for that."

"Well which is it, a peek or a touch."

"Do I have to choose?"

She was tempted to raise her sweatshirt up quickly for him and envisioned the feel of his hot hands on her body, but she hesitated. 

"Tell you what..."

During her hesitation, Amber and Troy wandered out onto the balcony together. Casey took a step back and pretended to be looking at the stars.

"We're not interrupting anything are we?" Amber asked when she stumbled for the railing of the balcony.

"Not at all" she said. "Just admiring the stars." But her words belied an awkwardness that hung in the air.

She looked back into the room, wondering where her husband and Kelly had gotten to. Shaun and Carrie were lying in a bed together casually, watching the movie. She was resting her head in Shaun's lap, like a tired child might recline on a parent. The quarters game had apparently deteriorated.

Just then Kelly reappeared through the doorway. She noticed her hair was no longer in a ponytail but she could not remember when Kelly might have pulled it down. She thought she saw Kelly shoot a look at Carrie, who may have rolled her eyes back at Kelly, but she wasn't entirely sure. In any event, her husband nonchalantly walked back into the room a few moments later. She walked into the room off the balcony, suddenly very cold and suspicious. Casey and Troy's eyes followed her as she left them.

They met in the middle of the room with a kiss. She didn't notice anything out of place or any foreign smells on his breath. Probably nothing. They laid down together on the available bed and started to watch the movie that was on the TV. She had a hard time concentrating and every time she looked out onto the balcony, she saw Casey looking at her. Kelly sat at the table alone, resting her head on the chair back. Carrie got up to get another drink and had a quick, quiet exchange with Kelly. The two shared a smile and Carrie sat back down next to Shaun. 

It was difficult for her to judge how much time may have passed. But it seemed later than she expected when she looked at the digital clock on the nightstand. She had been totally spacing out. Her trance was snapped when everyone came in off the balcony.

"There's still another joint," Troy announced.

"Ooh, that's right. Girls turn," Carrie responded excitedly, sitting up in bed. Shaun didn't move and seemed like he might have been asleep. Carrie picked up the joint and matches from the nightstand and Amber threw one of the guy's leather jackets on before sliding the balcony door open and disappearing on the balcony. His eyes followed them.

Inside the room, she started to abhor the strong smell of chlorine on her body. She hadn't noticed it before. A cool breeze came through the sliding glass door and she suddenly was chilled again. The thought of a hot shower seemed wonderful to her. 

"I think I'm gonna take a hot shower," she said to her husband.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

She got up off the bed and for some reason started to collect the empty beer bottles around the room, putting them in the small trash can. Casey got up and started to help her.

Everyone else seemed memorized by the TV; either that or they were just falling asleep. She didn't feel tired at all. When Casey and her were near the bathroom and out of earshot, she whispered to him: "Okay, you still want peek?"

"Are you kidding?" he asked, incredulous that she could have doubted his desire.

"When you hear the shower turn off, count to one hundred slowly, and then come into the room. I'll leave the door unlocked. Just make sure to act surprised." She giggled

"Yeah, one hundred. ..Okay....Thanks."

She looked around the room and announced her departure. Everyone murmured.

"Coming?" she directed to her husband.

He didn't seem too thrilled about leaving. He looked at the girls out on the balcony,slowly got up, and followed her into their room. She closed the door behind him and made a show of pretending to lock the door. In actuality, she quickly locked, then re-unlocked the door. She went into the bathroom, turned on the shower and undressed as the water warmed up.

HIM: He sat down on their bed and laid back with a smile on his face. The quarters game had been a blast. The more they drank, the more the women were touching and flirting with him. It had started with a light touch when they'd pass the quarter, or a shoulder nudge when someone had to drink. Then, Kelly had touched his leg with her bare foot. He had wrapped his ankle around hers and she hadn't said or done anything to protest. In fact, she was smiling at him as she'd take a long drag from her longneck beer bottle. "God, she was hot in a country girl sort of way," he thought. Amber and he were packed in close together at the small table and after a few minutes, left their arms in constant contact with each other, rather than pulling away. When he looked over, he could see the upward slope at the tip of her breasts and the fine point of what had to have been her nipples. 

He knew his wife was out on the balcony with two guys--one of whom wanted her badly-- but he was enjoying himself too much to worry about her. Plus, they were out on a cold balcony and everyone could see them through the blinds. In a way, it was a relief when she left; the action at the table had really heated up. He kept telling himself he'd go out there and make sure everything was alright, but he couldn't bring himself to get up from the table. Not with Carrie in her tight sweater across the table from him. Every time she reached for the cup or the quarter, he'd get a great shot of the top of her bra through the V in her sweater; every time she kicked back a drink, she'd push her chest forward at him and he'd see the outline of her bra straining to contain her.

Unfortunately, his contacts were getting blurry after the long day of skiing and it impaired his views somewhat. He excused himself to take out his contacts and walked into his own room. He turned the bright lights of the bathroom on and pulled out his contact carrying case and the contact solution from his wife's cosmetics bag. He fished the first contact out and immediately his eye felt so much better. He put it in the container and screwed the cap on. He leaned in to the mirror, fishing for the second contact. He got it on the tip of his finger.

He felt the shadow before he saw her. She appeared fuzzy at first but somehow he knew it wasn't his wife. Then he saw her in the mirror with a look on her face that he couldn't read. Kelly had turned with her back to him and closed the bathroom door. Then she locked it, leaving them alone in the bright tiled room. Any doubts he had as to her intentions quickly dissipated. They just stood in front of each other for several seconds, neither saying anything. Without further warning, she moved in close to his face. He flicked the contact on the floor, put his arm around her neck and kissed her hard, their teeth scraping against each other. She knew what she wanted and he was more than willing to just go along for a ride. She had his shirt tails out of his waist and her hands on his chest in an instant. He knew he didn't have much time. There was no denying this woman. Nor did he have any desire to deny her. 




The Ski Trip



Does it count twice if you lose your virginity to two different women on the same day?

This is the tale of how I lost my virginity, it happened a long time ago, long before the world of the Internet, mobile phones and the X-box. 

I set off with Simon, an old school friend and his family, on a last minute skiing holiday in the week before returning to school one Christmas. His father had been called away on urgent business and I had been volunteered to step in at the last minute, to keep Simon company and make up the numbers.

I jumped at the chance to miss an extra week of school. I had known Simon since nursery school, although at that time we went to different schools. He didn't go back until later and so wouldn't miss anything. 

His father had done well and could afford to send him to private school. I had gone off to the local comprehensive at the age of eleven. 

Simon had turned out posh, although he only lived a few doors away he was in a different league. We had seen each other less and less as we grew older and as the near twenty four hour coach trip loomed, I wondered if I was in over my head.

Wet set off to meet the coach on a cool and grey Saturday morning. My mum had packed me off with a hastily packed suitcase, a few francs and the temporary passport we had queued for at the post office the day before. 

There were eight of us in the travel party, all stood in a line with cases at our feet as the luxury coach approached. Apart from me and Simon, there was his mum, his sister Wendy and four of her friends making up the group. Wendy and her friends were a few years older than us and in their last year of university, a women only college in Yorkshire, some thirty miles from our home town. 

All of them were experts, each of them having done this trip for a few years, and then there was me - a complete novice.

Simon and I chatted throughout the long journey. We both soon realised that we had little in common and we would have to work at things to keep it going. The girls were aloof, it seemed that talking to me was well beneath them. Simon's mum kept up the conversation, she had kind eyes and was as nice as I had remembered from the time Simon and I were best pals.

At last we arrived at the resort, high in the French Alps around Sunday lunch time. I was tired out and as stiff as a board. 

The resort was a mixture of the quaint and the modern, typically alpine and luckily for me all the nursery slopes were only a short walk from the centre - no need for me to queue for the cable car and ski lifts.

There was not as much snow as I thought there would be, brown bare patches dotted the slopes around the village and the tarmac on the roads had a thick white powder of salt rather than snow. Thick and shiny pockets of ice persisted in shaded pavements and doorways.

The sky was dark and angry and we were told a heavy snowfall was expected.

After a late lunch we sorted out our ski gear and passes, it took longer than expected and by the time I had been kitted out it was snowing heavily and getting dark.

Whilst we waited I tried to lark about but the snow was no good for snow balls, but perfect for skiing, or so Simon told me. The girls turned their noses up at me trying to slide about on a plastic bag -- it just wasn't chic!

We were met outside the ski shop by our chalet maid, Pascal. She had sought us out as the weather had closed in. She was small and slightly built, almost boyish. She was around my height, had short fair hair cut into a bob half way down her elegant neck. A small and tasteful pair of silver earrings glinted and advertised the outline of her soft ear lobes. She only spoke a smattering of English and had a thick French accent.

She ushered us back to the lodge a short walk away, at the edge of the village, each of us shuffling through the worsening blizzard towing our heavy bags and ski gear.

The lodge was nice, had three stories, was pine clad and very alpine. Simon and I were in the small attic room opposite the room shared by his mother and sister. The main floor had a spacious kitchen with a large table, a spacious and cosy lounge, complete with log fire, and the two bedrooms where the rest of the girls were sleeping.

There was no television but it had a radio cassette player and a telephone, the latter for use in emergencies only. There were a few board games and books but the girls expected to be out doing après ski each evening.

Downstairs in the basement were Pascal's quarters, the laundry room, a small office and a sauna, complete with a shower room and changing area. 

The bedroom was warm and cosy, just enough room as the roof pitched for two beds with a small bedside table separating them. The lodge was warm, the log fire in the main lounge was welcoming and each of the rooms each had a radiator fed from the boiler in the basement.

We ate a hearty meal, Pascal was a very good cook and knew her way around a kitchen despite her tender age. I took her to be around twenty, three or so years younger than Simon's sister and her friends. She cleaned and kept the lodge neat, warm and comfortable. She was not big on conversation but was on organisation. Our meal was ready by seven on the dot, the washing up rota was posted and dishes were expected to be done by nine, Pascal's clocking off time.

At least the girls seemed to be as aloof with Pascal as they did with me. At the meal Simon's mum again lead the conversation, trying to put everyone at ease.

All of us were tired from the journey and one by one we drifted off to bed much before ten.

Monday, the first full day, I awoke cool but comfortable in the small room. The light outside was clear and bright, more snow had fallen and the village looked like the picture on a biscuit tin lid as I peered through the sloping skylight. There was a high cloud base and the weather was expected to be grey and cool with frequent snow fall for the next few days.

Luckily we had a small bathroom upstairs so we didn't have to wait in the queue with the girls on the main floor before breakfast. Pascal had again done herself proud, laying on a real feast, cereal, bread, toast, porridge, croissants, juice, fruit and copious amounts of strong hot coffee and tea.

Simon and I walked the short distance into the village centre. I left him in the queue for the chair lift and went off in search of my instructor ready for my first lesson. He was very handsome -- tall, blonde, muscular and looking very cool in ski gear and sun glasses -- all the women in the six strong group were literally falling over themselves to get to him. Me and the only other chap, a bloke around fifty, couldn't compete and so stuck at the back of the line.

I was a short and spindly eighteen year old. I was under developed for my age except for one part. My nickname was Wad, my parents believed, as did Simon, that it was a shortened part of my surname, but my school friends knew different. My manhood was, to say the least, much more developed than the rest of me, being some seven inches long, thick with a couple of generously sized balls hung beneath. For me it continued to be the source of considerable embarrassment in the changing rooms.

Like any other teenage boy my cock had a mind of its own, I would get a stiffy at the drop of a hat and I had discovered masturbation. Boy had I, like any red blooded teenager I could have wanked for England, taking any and every opportunity to slap the monkey. The only thing was that I had a bit of a hair trigger -- two or three pulls on my meat and I would come. Quite an advantage at that age, it meant that I could have a go virtually any time and anywhere, but at least I had the ability to stay hard for what seemed like hours at a time, both before and after.

After a frustrating morning session and spending most of my time on my backside, I Met Simon for lunch at a café in the small town. I had been booked for intensive five day training, with two sessions per day. I would either die or be an expert come Friday. Simon was full of excitement, he had also turned into a bit of a brag, going on about "black runs" and "off piste". I didn't know what either were but tried to sound suitably impressed.

His mum was skiing with Wendy and the crowd, Simon had arranged to meet with her for the afternoon and set off for the cable car.

I arrived at the café for our four o'clock meeting, but Simon didn't show. I bought a very expensive cup of hot chocolate and nursed my bruises. I waited and waited, half past came and went. At around five o'clock it was pitch black and had been for a while, Pascal arrived looking very flustered, Simon had had a bad fall.

I followed her back to the lodge, Wendy was there looking worried. Simon's mum had gone to the hospital with him. Apparently Simon had been taken off the mountain by helicopter and had probably broken his hip and collar bone.

After a short and tense wait the phone went and Pascal passed the receiver to Wendy. The conversation was short and to the point. Simon was going home, he needed an operation to pin his pelvis and was being flown out that night.

Dinner was a sombre affair, no-one said all that much. Wendy went into mothering mode -- bossing me about and laying down the law. She drew up a rota so that each day one of the girls would chaperone me and meet me for lunch. She would be my guide on Saturday when my lessons had finished. Apart from that I wasn't going to be allowed outside of the lodge. Pascal was ordered in no uncertain terms to take care of me in the evenings until the girls arrived back at the lodge. There was to be no drinking and I had to stay out of their way.

I was tired and angry that Simon had deserted me and now I was not looking forward to the rest of the week. It hit home when Pascal handed Simon and his mum's suitcases to the taxi driver sent to collect them.

The girls sat dolefully reading quietly and swapping skiing tips. I showered and went to bed, tired and sore.

I woke up on Tuesday morning and stared up at the ceiling, it was illuminated by the white light reflected through the skylight. I washed and changed and was last down to breakfast. As soon as I came in the room the conversation stopped dead. 

Pascal tried her best to be cheerful, realising that I was on my own and a bit vulnerable. Her breakfast cheered me up immensely, she had made me a boiled egg especially and she tried to engage me in conversation. 

"Perhaps you would like a sauna tonight?" She suggested. I had never had one before and was a little hesitant.

"It's OK, I will show you how." She urged. I didn't need much more encouragement and my cock was already standing erect, clearly visible to all and sundry. I noted a sly glance at my bulge and was sure she had noticed prompting my cheeks to blush bright red.

Adele was the first of my escorts. She was slightly taller than me and immaculately turned out. She obviously took great care with her appearance and her nails were perfectly manicured. She had not a hair out of place and deep brown eyes. She was more solidly build than Pascal with shoulder length straight and shiny jet black hair, raked back into a pony tail. She had a typically pear shaped British figure, not plump but had clearly put a few pounds on during her time at college. The ski suit clearly didn't suit her shape and I thought it put her in a bad mood.

Baby sitting was clearly beneath her and she said little as we walked the short distance to the ski lift.

"I'll see you at the café at one pm sharp." She said abruptly as she swung into the queue behind the rest of the group.

The morning lesson came and went -- I made little progress. I arrived at the café, sat at a table and waited for Adele, she was late by twenty minutes. She saw me, ordered her meal at the bar and sat without saying a word at the table. OK, I thought to myself this is not going to be fun.

"Good skiing?" I asked, trying to break the ice.

"OK, I suppose." She said. "The girls are going over the other side of the mountain this afternoon. I am supposed to be joining them later on." I noted an air of irritation in her voice. She didn't ask after me so I thought silence was the best option.

She would be an attractive girl if she wasn't so up tight I thought to myself. She had a dark complexion, very attractive features and sparkly eyes. She took off each ski mitten in turn and peeled back the silk under gloves to reveal her long and elegant fingers. She fished into her jacket pocket, pulled out a stick of crimson lipstick and applied a generous coat to her full lips, stopping only to plump up her shiny hair in the small mirror flipped up from the packet.

She drew her eyes wide open and smiled sexily at the young waiter who came with her sandwich and drink. She studied every detail of his backside encased in the tight black material of his pants as he made his way back to the bar. Without breaking her stare and barely blinking she sipped a couple of mouthfuls down, grabbed the sandwich and stood up.

"Got to dash." She said as she spun and made for the door without a backward glance.

I killed the rest of the hour and went back for my afternoon lesson. I again spent most of the time in a crumpled heap. I trudged back to the lodge around four pm to find Pascal cooking in the kitchen.

"Back so soon?" She asked cheerfully.

"Yes." I replied despondently.

"Never mind, soon you will be an expert, no?" She was doing her best to cheer me up. "I have put the sauna on the clock." She said pointing to her watch, "about nine by the clock?"

I sat and read for a while before going upstairs for a shower and yes, to masturbate, fantasising about Pascal. That was pretty much my daily ritual.

The girls came back just after dark, they jostled for the bathroom and bounced around the living room as dinner was being readied.

I liked Pascal's cooking, it was good and heart warming stuff. That night it was chicken stew, heavy with butter and garlic. I took my turn washing up and clearing away and was ready for her to show me the sauna.

I followed her downstairs to the changing area. She told me to strip naked and wrap a towel around myself before going in. She would join me later. She was polite and retired to her room whilst I slipped out of my clothes. It was cold and I grabbed a towel from the pile she had brought in and ran into the small pine clad sauna.

It was just as I had imagined, small and rectangular, around the size of a small garden shed. It had wooden decking on the floor and similar slatted decking on the seats around three of the sides. Along the front wall, beyond the door, was the trough containing a heated pile of rocks, a bucket of water and a ladle.

I sat, the square cut slats were very uncomfortable against the tender flesh of my bruised and bare backside. The door opened and in came Pascal. She was dressed in a larger towel than me, it covered all of her essential elements. She sat and let out a long and sexy sigh.

"That is better." She said, trying to relax the tension. 

It was hot, I was sweating and beginning to squirm against the hard wooden slats in discomfort.

"You are supposed to sit on the...." She pointed before pulling her own towel open and down.

There she was, butt naked in front of me. She sat on the bench opposite closed her eyes and opened her legs slightly, inviting me to take a good look at her. My cock sprang into full erection as my eyes feasted on her naked frame. I had been told to expect French women to be hairy, but not at all, Pascal was smooth and silky, there were only a few wispy blonde hairs visible at her "v" as she pressed her knees back together.

"You should also..." She motioned. I wasn't about to let go of my towel, it was tenting out like a tepee.

Just then the door swung open, it was Wendy. She stumbled in, she was there trying to protect my virtue I guessed. Pascal covered up her bottom half but left her small and pert breasts open to view and sported a shy grin.

Wendy sat next to me and not wanting to appear a prude lowered her towel to reveal her pale and generous mounds. This was almost too much for me. I was sat next to two naked women, one who's ample breasts I could reach out and touch. Wendy was far better endowed than Pascal and knew it, she sat bolt upright and thrusting them out in some kind of competition.

Wendy too closed her eyes and I took the chance to check her out. She was average in height with curly brown hair, held loosely in a pony tail by a brightly coloured scrunchy. I would describe her as chunky, not fat but probably a touch over weight. She had sharp features, high cheek bones and a lightly freckled nose. Her thin lips turned down at the edges giving her the air of misery. She seemed to wear a constant frown but her smile was electric, it transformed her dowdy expression into a look of playful delight, this, alas, had been all too rare since Monday.

Pascal by contrast had a happy face and bright eyes, fresh with the joy of youth.

The door flew open again, this time Gwen and Michelle tumbled in. They sat on the next bench to Wendy and me. They too opened their towels to reveal their naked breasts. I was in heaven, I could cross reference and compare four different breast types. Gwen had the biggest I had ever seen, that saying these were the only four sets that I had ever seen. She also had dark red nipples, Pascal's were pink, puffy and slight, Michelle had small boobs for her frame but very large and dark pink areolae. Wendy by contrast had pencil thick nipples, protruding from perfect pink and round discs.

When Geraldine entered in Pascal made a move,

"I had better..." She motioned, seeking approval. I caught her eye, nodded and smiled, Wendy and the others simply ignored her. She waved to me merrily as she slipped out of the door.

Geraldine, Geri, was a tall bean pole of a girl. She was about a foot taller than anyone and almost had to duck to get through the door. She was conscious of her height and as a consequence stooped a little, this hid her well formed and fulsome chest, now as open to me as the others in the room. She had flowing wavy auburn hair and was covered head to toe in a deep layer of freckles. She had a beautiful long and shapely neck and sported sparkling emerald green eyes.

She folded herself down and on to the vacant bench. Her embarrassment was nothing compared to what was to happen next.

She sat opposite me, the small room was now full, Adele was yet to arrive but there was nowhere for her to sit. I knew her feelings about me were less than favourable so I though discretion was the better part of valour and made my exit.

Each of the girls sat in silence as I stood up, each of us trying not to stare at the others. My towel was small, a hand towel, and was a fraction of the size of each of theirs, only just meeting at the back. My cock was bulging and jutting out like a pan handle and I could sense each of the girl's eyes burning into it.

I took two steps forward, got tangled up in Gwen's feet and fell face down on the floor, narrowly missing banging my head on the far bench.

My bare arse was exposed as I sprang up. My grip on the towel failed and it slipped from my hand. My stiff cock all but came to the rescue, it held fast against the material like a coat peg, holding the towel in place, although balanced at a jaunty angle. At least I had been spared the ignominy of having my rampant cock naked and in full view, or so I thought.

There was a stunned silence in the room, Gwen caught my eye, she was staring at it, wide eyed and open mouthed, Michelle held back a gasp with her hand over her mouth. Wendy, I was sure, was about to laugh out loud as I shot out of the door my bare ass in full view. I could almost hear the laughter erupt as I closed the door and lunged for the peg to retrieve my clothes. 




The Ski Trip



Adele was already there, bent over removing her socks. She looked up, her eye line almost directly in front of my rock hard cock tenting out the towel.

"W-w-w- Willy.... I mean, Will... I m-mean Billy..." She stammered out, her deep brown eyes fixed on my bulging tower. "My, my, I didn't realise.... I didn't see you there. I mean... "

I didn't let her finish her sentence. I was blushing from head to foot and I had noticed a familiar glint in her eyes. I grabbed my gear and made for the stairs.

I did manage to collect my thoughts and fantasies enough to relieve myself in the shower before I went to bed, firstly to read and then drift off to a deep sleep.

I am a fairly sound sleeper but awoke in the small hours to an unfamiliar sound. As I regained consciousness I became aware of a presence in my room and a strange noise. I dare not open my eyes for fear that the person might be a thief, although I could sense movement close by, the wind rush of rapid movement very close to my face. I could also make out the tell tale sound of flesh against flesh, it couldn't be, someone is having a .... 

I lay there and realised the truth in the saying that when you are deprived of one sense the others are heightened. My hearing was as sharp as a pin as I lay stupefied by the sounds washing over my head. I dare not open my eyes but marvelled in the sound of flesh on flesh, a finger tip being drawn quickly along a moist furrow and occasionally into well lubricated hole. The hand moved rapidly and I could feel the disturbance in the air against my scalp.

The smell of sex made my nostrils flare and I could sense the heat of loins as the movement of the hand accelerated. I could hear a series of quiet but urgent sighs.

I slowly raised my right eyelid just enough to register there was no light in the room. I lay motionless, my head poking out from under the duvet over the open corner of my bed and carefully opened my other eye. 

As my eyes became accustomed to the dim light level, reflected through the skylight, I looked up to be met by the sight of an elegant and obviously female hand moving rapidly over a dark patch of flesh. It was moving at full speed, almost a blur as it oscillated over a thickly haired vagina. 

I refocused my eyes, just in case I was dreaming but remained perfectly still. The owner was stood directly over me and above my head, legs opened wide over the corner of the bed, wanking herself stupid. Her head was thrown back, she was now panting and making faint murmuring sounds as her hand continued to accelerate against her soft inner flesh.

I re-focused on the sounds echoing around the small room. I could make out the faint but tell tale squelch of her fingers skilfully and urgently plunging in and out of her well lubricated hole, rather like the noise of lotion being thrown from a bottle.

I could almost taste and feel her - she was that close to my face.

My cock had noticed, it was now tenting out the duvet as straight as a stair rod and as hard as iron. I was sure she could make out the shape in grey half light.

Her body tensed and shook as she climaxed, although at the time I had no idea what one was and was quite fearful that something bad might be happening. I didn't know whether to offer help or to stay put. So I stayed put.

Her contortions ebbed and I saw she was OK. 

My mind wandered, I couldn't help but wonder who she was and started searching for clues. It was hard to make out her shape and height at that angle, importantly I couldn't see her tits, still hidden under a tee shirt.

All that I could make out were her dark finger nails and the dark mass of her pubic hair exposed and knickerless. She was wearing a ring and a large watch on her wrist. 

I felt something strange, a drip of warm liquid on my forehead, I almost jumped out of my skin. I felt another on the bridge of my nose and then on my upper lip. 

Her hips swivelled back and I clamped my eyes tight shut as I sensed her staring down at me. I heard quiet shuffling noises as she bent down and picked up, what I assumed to be her knickers, and left the room. I strained my neck to catch a glimpse but could only make out the darkest of outline as she moved out of my sight.

I raised my finger to feel the warm and oily fluid on my face. I pursed my lips and raised my tongue to taste the tangy elixir, it was intoxicating, My God, I had just tasted fanny juice!

I wanked myself silly that night, sampling every drop from my flesh. I vowed never to wash again.

The next morning I was the last one down for breakfast again. I was more than keen to see who it was who had visited me the night before. My eyes scanned each of the girls for the clues, starting with Pascal, who I hoped, was wearing the ring and watch. But no-one was, no rings and no watches, two of them had dark nail varnish but there was nothing conclusive, perhaps it was all in my imagination.

The girls were a lot chirpier than yesterday and full of conversation and banter, although the levels dropped when I came in. They were even being nice to me, passing me toast, offering me fruit and drinks. 

Adele actually said, "good morning Billy, and how did you sleep last night?" She was wearing a big and friendly smile. 

Michelle caught my eye in a soft voice said. "It is my turn today, where would you like to meet for lunch?" 

This was indeed new, we made arrangements and I went off to my morning lesson.

Michelle was waiting for me outside the café. She was more than chatty, she was bright and bubbly and turned on the charm. She ordered both of us lunch and sat down. She pulled off her brightly knitted bobble hat allowing the mop of her curly blonde hair to fall free. She had white lips, covered in a deep layer of sun block as per the tip of her nose. Her forehead had horizontal two stripes of, war paint like, horizontal smears of green and pale blue.

She was tall and athletic and seemed well suited as an outdoor girl. Her legs were long and shapely, her ass was probably her best feature even inside her baggy salopettes.

She asked me question after question, I realised that I was being interrogated, all be it with great delicacy. I was asked what girls I had been out with, what I liked about them, who I had kissed, had I got any further, etc, etc. She also probed about the events of the night before, had I liked what I had seen? She fell short of making any comment about my manhood. The conversation put me at ease about the previous night, and the conversation almost felt like a first date.

I asked her questions in turn. She had no steady boyfriend at the moment as with all of the other girls. They were all serious students, studying hard for their final year. She and Gwen were training to be outdoor leaders, Wendy was of course training to be a teacher. Adele was doing art and drama and Geri was training to be a librarian.

All of the intention had turned my cock hard. Michelle took one look, cracked a smirk and became quite animated and forward, very touchy touchy, as she said goodbye.

"I'll see you later." She gave me a squeeze on my shoulder, tucked her hair untidily back under her bobble hat, and with a broad grin waved as we parted at the ski lift.

I realised that I was desperate to see Pascal back at the lodge and I was developing a crush on her. The afternoon session was a blur, although I seemed to be spending less time on my backside.

"Is the sauna on for tonight?" I asked Pascal as I entered the kitchen, I didn't care that I had made a fool of myself the night before, besides she wasn't there at the time.

"Yes, of course, nine past the clock? OK?" She replied with a smile.

Wendy and the girls came back, laughing and giggling. 

"Pascal, we're all off out tonight, can you take care of Billy for us? Oh and by the way I would be grateful if you didn't join us in the sauna in future." She said in her best teacher's voice. Pascal nodded and carried on preparing the meal.

That's that I thought.

The girls went out around eight thirty leaving the lodge empty. It was quiet and boring. Sod it, I thought, I'll have a sauna by myself, perhaps I could even have a wank in there. 

There was I masturbating with wild abandon as the door slowly opened, from behind it appeared the face of Wendy, she took one look inside and reeled back.

"Oh my God!" She exclaimed. "Billy!" Her voice was mixed with shock and disappointment. "I just popped back to see how you were. As I can see you are, er, um, OK....I'll.... see you in the morning." I noticed her eyes dart back and forth from the floor to my groin to my eyes and back, but mainly dwelling on my groin.

The door clicked shut, I waited for a few moments and thought, "what the hell," and carried on only to jump nearly out of my skin as it gently swung open once again. I was nearly at the sugar stroke and only just managed to stop pumping my wrist up and down as the person came in.

"Good even......" A thick French accent punctuated the silence. It was Pascal. She didn't reel back, she just kept coming. I gushed red with embarrassment, trying to hide my distended member.

"It is OK. It is normal, yes?" She tried to comfort me, but didn't leave. In fact her gaze was fixed firmly on my throbbing tool half covered by my formerly beating fist.

I hadn't noticed that she was sporting only a towel, as per the previous night. She had clearly come to keep me company in spite of Wendy's ruling.

"Wendy did not say I couldn't join you." She said defiantly.

Without any warning she let her towel drop to the floor and stood naked in full view, my cock involuntarily twitched in appreciation of her perfect naked form, my eyes fixed a stare at the golden hairs of her pubic region and the hint of her pussy lips through the sparse covering.

"It is good no?" She was struggling for the right words. I was rigid with embarrassment, in more ways than one, but didn't break my gaze, I couldn't even blink! God she had a perfect snatch. She took a couple of small steps towards me and I bolted. I didn't know what else to do, I was like a rabbit caught in headlights. As I rushed past her my cock brushed against her naked stomach, leaving a slimy trail of pre-come as it snapped back in line.

I threw myself out of the door, grabbed my clothes and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I lay on my bed regretting my actions but my cock felt like it would explode, within two pulls of its length I came.

I cleaned up, lay back and fell into a fitful sleep, what would Pascal say to Wendy? What would I say to Wendy or to my mum?

What happened later was strange. I was again awoken by the sense of someone in my room. I became aware of cold air against my skin and sensed the duvet being rolled back and down the bed. A cool hand fished inside my pyjama bottoms, pulled my cock free of the flimsy material and opened it to the cool air. It responded in the usual way, within seconds it was rock hard.

I focused on the sounds in the darkness, it was the phantom masturbator, she was back! 

The slapping sound of flesh on flesh accelerated as my exposed cock extended to its full length. Slight murmurs were audible as the sounds of her hand accelerated to almost warp speed at her groin. 

She was in the same position as the night before, stood open legged over the corner of the bed. The light was dim and my head was further away but I still could not make out any detail. She was taller and thicker set than Pascal, that was a disappointment, but she could be any one of three of the other girls, Adele and Geri aside.

I breathed in her scent, my nostrils flared and my cock stiffened yet further.

I lay stock still but was uncomfortable and getting cold watching her grey outline in the dark. I decided to take some action. I rolled over, letting out a gentle sigh. 

The hand of the phantom stopped dead above my head and the room fell silent. I reached out my right arm in a stretch, trying hard to get my hand above my head and between her smooth thighs. I extended my arm through the gap and lifted it as I withdrew, feeling in the dark with my fingers for the heat of her flesh. 

Bingo! My fingers made contact, somewhere within her soft and warm inner thigh. She jumped but remained stock still, not even daring to breathe. I stopped my motion and reached up further until my finger met the moist inner lips of her private parts. She gasped but still remained fixed to the spot. I managed to run my finger along the outside of her crack, she shuddered as I reached the near end, her clit as I would discover in later life.

She gently swayed back, allowing my finger to trace a path down her moist inner lips to the hot and wet opening. I obeyed the invitation and slid my finger up and inside the warm hole. The phantom let out a louder sigh and bore down on my finger embedded inside her. 

I paused, drinking in the new sensation of warmth and silky enclosure at my finger tip.

My hand was at a strange angle and I couldn't manipulate it easily, I felt her hand grip my wrist and rotate it, allowing me the purchase to obey my instincts and move it up and down, in and out. 

I felt another finger join mine inside of her, accompanied by a longer and deeper sigh. I pushed my finger in as deep as I could, right up to the knuckle, exploring the confines of the warm cavern. She withdrew hers and ran it along her crack, exhaling deeply and making her body jump and shudder as she did so.

I felt the muscles of her fanny grip and close around my finger as she slowly and gently ground down and forward. I could feel the rapid movement of her finger on her clit as she rubbed herself frantically.

Her knees buckled as she came, her damp pussy clamped tight over my finger and I gasped as her muscles pulsated over my finger. It slipped out as she fell away. 

She was panting and sweaty as she stood up composing herself. I grabbed her soft and pliable butt as she tenderly replaced my rock hard and twitching cock back inside my pyjamas. She covered me up before departing the room, still under the pretence that I was asleep.

I rolled over noisily as she left, trying desperately to catch a glimpse of her face before she swung away and out of sight. I heard the door of the room opposite close -- surely not, it couldn't be!

Again I wanked myself silly, sniffing at my fingers as I tugged harshly at my cock with my left hand.

The next morning I did my best not to catch the eye of Wendy or Pascal. Eventually Wendy looked me in the eye,

"OK Billy? Did you enjoy yourself last night?" The room was almost silent for a second. I caught Pascal's gaze and she immediately broke eye contact with me by staring at the floor.

There was a cough, "Eh hum, my turn for lunch today, what would you like to eat?" Gwen piped up. One or two of the girls choked back a laugh. I didn't answer, I simply went bright red.

"Oh don't mind them, they are being very silly." She said throwing a bread role at Michelle. "I'll meet you at the coffee shop, say one thirty?" I nodded in agreement and headed off to get my stuff.

Gwen was the shortest of the girls, she was thickly set, muscular but not fat. She had short and spiky black hair, a round face with fresh cheeks, broad shoulders, a definite waist with an ample backside and powerful thighs -- she was a climber but looked like she could play rugby! 

Her eyes were the most gorgeous powder blue, her hair almost as black as Adele's but her hands had short and stubby fingers. She sported black nail polish, covering well bitten nails, thick black eye makeup and large silver earrings, a real fore-runner to a Goth, the only thing missing was the black lipstick.

She too was nice to me over lunch, meeting me outside and buying the meal. She made polite conversation and opened up about herself and other members of the group. 

She shared a room with Michelle, whilst Geri and Wendy were also roomies. Adele had a room by herself that she kept spotlessly clean and tidy. Gwen admitted to be the least tidy person within the group. She also admitted that Wendy was a control freak and tended to dominate people, she needed to be the queen bee, in charge of everyone all of the time. She did however keep the group in order.

The gang were close and did everything together. They had a weekly bash in one of the rooms. They had drinking contests and the like, sometimes things could get a bit out of hand but then Wendy would snap them back into line. 

She went on without giving too much away.

Michelle was well liked by all the boys, seeming to enjoy them falling at her feet. 

Geri had a good sense of humour but felt more comfortable with books than with people.

Gwen confessed to a love of the mountains in the summer and her desire to go skinny dipping in ice cold mountain lakes. Indeed her eyes lit up as she talked about the sun and fresh air on her naked body. I took her as a closet nudist. My cock quivered as I imagined her paddling naked on the shore of a lake and the thought of her pendulous tits submerging in the crystal clear water of a mountain tarn. 

She warned me that Wendy had taken a dislike to Pascal, apparently she though she was "too competitive." I wasn't sure what she meant but heeded the obvious warning.

The afternoon session went better, I was actually starting to get the hang of this!

That evening we had a cheese fondue, an interesting but long meal, we finished rather late. The conversation was prompted by plenty of nudges and winks, especially when Pascal came into the room. My cock rose and fell with each of her appearances.

I was eager to get back to the sauna in the hope that Pascal would again be willing to give me a treat. She had indicated on more than one occasion by her smiles that she wasn't angry with me for last night and evidently hadn't told Wendy anything. Wendy however, kept exchanging sideways glances at both me and Pascal.

I rushed upstairs for a shower, and a wank, before heading back to the sauna. It was about 10 and I was sure that Wendy and the others had gone out. I undressed and crept into the dimly lit sauna.

Pascal was already there, she had her eyes closed tight as I tip-toed past her and sat on the adjacent bench, opposite the door. I noticed her left hand stroking her flat stomach and then watched in awe as she raised it slowly and deliberately upward and on to her exposed breast. Her fingers tweaked and slowly stroked at her rapidly hardening nipple. She winced with pleasure and gently rotated her backside into the white towel covering her lower half.

Her eyes opened in a start as she sensed me staring, open mouthed. My cock was again as hard as a rock and giving a decent impression of the Eiffel Tower beneath my towel.

She licked her lips sexily, "you see, it is normal..." She whispered. "You have a nice ..." Her eyes darted to the tent in my towel, "I haven't seen my boyfriend since....I know it is wrong but I have not ...... what can we do with this..."

She lent forward, tore off her towel, threw it on the floor at my feet and sank to her knees. I was dumbstruck and paralysed. She raised her right hand clutched at the soft and fluffy material covering my rampant tool.

She gasped as she took a sight of its full length and lent forward wide eyed. I sat stock still, knowing that if she were to touch me there I would explode. She lent further forward and pursed her cherry red lips over the end of my straining shaft, as if to give it a kiss, but instead blew a stream of her hot breath over the tip. It sent waves of pleasure raging through my loins.

With perfect timing the door swung open and Wendy appeared. She appeared at the very moment that Pascal's soft and warm lips made contact with my tool. I did indeed explode and came in thick jets, squirting come high over Pascal's short hair and pretty face. Her eyes closed tight as she reeled away but too late to evade the salty stream pulsing from my cock.




The Ski Trip



"Billy!" Wendy exclaimed loudly. She glared at Pascal. "You get out of here, right now young lady." She yelled at Pascal, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her through the door. 

I still remember the look of anguish on her face and the streaks of thick white semen matted in her hair as she was man handled out of the door.

The door slammed shut, I grabbed the towel and cleaned up as best and quickly as I could. I heard Wendy's raised voice and muffled pleas from Pascal as I made for the door.

My eyes dwelt on the jiggle of Pascal's perfect and naked backside as she disappeared, running bare foot into her room. 

Wendy spun around at me and spat out, "you keep away from that French tart. I'll see her sacked if it's the last thing I do, preying on......" she muttered the sentence to an end under her breath as she spun on her heels and marched up the stairs.

I was sorry for Pascal, I knocked on her door but she didn't open it. I was sure I could hear faint sobbing sounds.

I went to bed, my cock was still rock hard, after all I had almost had a blow job. I could help but have another wank, just to calm my nerves.

I couldn't help but wonder if later that night the phantom would again return. I had pretty much eliminated Wendy from the frame but still wondered which of them it was.

I arranged myself on the bed carefully, my head at the corner of the bed facing the door. I removed my pyjama bottoms and threw back the cover. I had also rigged a piece of string from the light switch to my toe in order to catch the phantom in the act.

I wasn't to be disappointed. Again I was awoken by the tell tale sounds of a slurping vagina above my head. This time she was so close that her fingers were brushing my nose as they sped backward and forward along her wet slit. She had my cock in her hand and was lower, her legs further astride the bed, wide open above me as she sped herself towards orgasm. 

I decided to take the plunge and raised my head upward, planting my lips against her warm and moist crack. I expected her to pull away but instead she sighed deeply and squatted further down, forcing her tender flesh against my dry lips. She rocked her hips forward, I lent back and moistened my lips with my tongue as she continued down to keep in contact.

She gasped as my tongue made contact. I drank in the taste of her come. I ran the tip of my tongue along the smoothest flesh that I had ever encountered.

"Ooh God, just like that, just there." She whispered in encouragement.

I wasn't sure what to do and simply lay there with my tongue protruding from my mouth. She gripped my head with both hands, one from each side, front and back, and forced her cunt down on my mouth and swung her hips delicately back and forth, finding the right spot and rhythm. 

She must have nearly been there as I awoke. She locked her ample thighs around my head and rubbed herself backwards and forwards, moving more urgently and roughly as her orgasm rapidly approached. 

Her body tensed and then shook, her cunt pulsated as she wet herself, or so I thought. She kept my head clamped to her groin as her hot juices flowed and dripped out of her smoothly shaved cunt. Realising it was not wee I sucked as much as I could in, allowing the remaining stream to flow past my mouth and down my cheek as I savoured the tangy flavour.

She remained in place, her chest heaving, breathing deeply and fighting to regain her composure. She pulled at my shaft in reciprocation, jerking it up and down sharply. With one or two pulls of my length I erupted to orgasm, I squirted my thick come in globules over her hand as my cock jerked and twitched uncontrollably.

I still couldn't see who the phantom was, her large tits were covered by a tee shirt and were dangling in front of her face, at the angle she was to me, and the light was still too poor. 

I suddenly remembered the light and pulled my toe back sharply, but the light didn't come on, instead it toppled and came down with a loud crash. By the time it had bounced once the phantom was gone, although I am sure I heard a whispered, "thank you," as she paused briefly at the doorway.

I awoke the next morning, it was Friday and the last day of lessons. By now I was getting pretty good, well at least I could keep upright for more than a few seconds. 

It was the turn of the statuesque Geri to be my chaperone. I had been full of the joys of spring as I awoke, but I remembered Wendy's spat with Pascal. I was last down to breakfast as had been my habit all week.

Wendy announced that Pascal was, "having the day off and needed to visit her mother in the next town." No-one said anything, 

Pascal looked nervous, red eyed, and wouldn't look at me as she left the lodge by the front door. I tried to say goodbye but Wendy didn't let me anywhere near her.

At lunch Geri was charming and very open, quite the opposite from the typical librarian. She was tall, sleek and elegant and had long, delicate and sexy fingers. She engaged me in almost adult of conversation, laughing and joking, even the odd bit of sexual innuendo in the direction of some hapless German skiers.

She opened right up about the girls, dishing the dirt on each of them. 

Apparently they were all on the pill -- "just in case", except for Adele, who wouldn't take anything that would make her put on weight.

Adele was a bit of a tease, starting things with boys but always backing off before things got too serious.

Michelle was the life and soul, all the boys loved her, she could engage them in equal terms in the field but had the "best arse in the college" and so was popular -- I noted a slight touch of jealousy.

Gwen was the quiet one, didn't have many boyfriends and according to Michelle was perhaps more interested in girls than boys. Geri was sure that beneath the surface lurked a sexual dynamo as she had discovered a horde of sex toys under her bed, some for the use of "female on female fun."

"It's always the quiet ones." She said nodding knowingly giving me an estimate of the size of one of the toys. I wondered if she had bought some with her on the trip.

Wendy was very domineering, her nickname was "sergeant major" and very apt according to Geri -- nothing else said!

Geri was less than forthcoming about herself, "I do alright for fellas." She said fixing her emerald eyes on mine.

"I know what I like and get it when I want." Glancing down at the hardening prick stretching out the front of my ski pants.

She alluded to the group liking to "play games" and to "have special competitions", all in good fun of course. That week was no exception, each of them had a daily task to perform, a daily dare. This would be reported each day at a de-briefing session where points were allocated. The overall winner would then claim a prize.

Most of the pranks were at the behest of Wendy, it seemed she had a wicked sense of humour underneath it all. Geri said that some of the dares and competitions got out of hand, especially after they'd had a few drinks.

For instance her dare of the day was to not wear any underwear. She undid the zip of her all in one ski suit to reveal a generous amount of cleavage, leaving me no doubt than she wasn't wearing a bra or anything else underneath.

Dares in the past had been to return a pair of men's undies, flashing tits in various places and mooning in shopping malls, she wouldn't say who did what, but each feat had to be witnessed either by a member of the group or a camera.

I pondered on what "out of hand" was and wasn't sure if there was a game afoot as we spoke but my cock didn't care, it was in full bloom as my eyes searched inside her open zip.

The rest of the day went quickly, I collected my skiing certificate and medal and returned to the lodge.

That evening we all went out for pizza. I wondered if I would ever see Pascal again. 

We sat in a homely Italian restaurant decked in the traditional red, green and white. The tables were arranged in horse shoe shaped bays. I was sat in the centre, penned in, Geri sat to one side and Wendy the other. The others were spaced out across the curved and padded seat.

The girls were on good form that night, probably as a result of the wine. They were very friendly, even flirty. At one point my lips were a bit dry and Adele lent me some lip salve. I pasted it on generously and pulled a face as I realised that the slime was uncomfortable and tasted of something sweet.

"You've go too much on." Adele called over.

"Oooh, ooh, I know how to get the extra off." Geri announced proudly swinging herself on to my lap, her legs astride me, facing me.

"Come here Billy." She said grabbing my ears. I lent my face towards her, she sucked sexily at my lower lip and removed the excess goo. 

She moved to my ear and whispered huskily before returning to suck the sticky slime from my upper lip. "None of us are wearing any knickers tonight."

She ground her crotch suggestively into my lap. Her lips were soft and silky, her breath heavy and hot with the wine.

I just burst into a ball of red. The others cat called and jeered as Geri climbed off and sucked the slimy residue from her lips. Her eyes were closed as she extravagantly savoured the taste, playing up to the crowd.

I just sat open mouthed with my cock raging, waiting for a hole to open up before me. The girls sat, all smiles and wide eyes, nudging each other, eyeing up the bulge in my pants.

The banter and innuendo increased as the wine flowed. By way of a rescue Wendy dropped me back to the lodge around nine and checked for signs of Pascal. 

She was not there.

"That bitch, she promised me she would be back by now." Wendy fumed.

Just at that moment Pascal came through the door, she smiled at me shyly and averted her gaze submissively from the fuming Wendy.

"See you take care of him, and no saunas." Wendy barked, waving her finger.

Pascal marched straight down the stairs and into her room. She didn't come out, not even after Wendy had left. I sat in the lounge, in silence, getting bored but still had the ubiquitous hard on, it just wouldn't go away.

I wandered down to the sauna and glanced at the temperature gauge outside, it was cold. I turned around and heard the noise of running water coming from Pascal's room. I hovered outside the door and gave it a little push, just to check. It swung open, 

I glanced down the narrow room, through the open door at the far end and into the small and steamy bathroom. The light was throwing a misty silhouette around Pascal's perfect and naked body.

Pascal was towelling herself down. I watched as she dried her shapely legs with smooth downwards strokes of the white cotton material. She looked up.

"I am in trouble for you." She said.

"I know." I replied.

"It has been a long time since I see my boyfriend and you are so nice..." Her eyes flicked to the tent in my tight jeans.

"Does that ever stop?" She asked with a glint in her eye. 

I looked down and laughed, "I don't think so. Ever ready, that's what they call me!" I chuckled.

"I had better not ....." She motioned, "I would get the ...."

"Sack." I finished off her sentence. "I know." I said mustering all the maturity I could and managing to turn away.

I went up to my room and wanked madly. As the side light was broken I decided to sleep with my head the other way up, nearer the main light switch. That way I could reach up and catch the phantom, just in case. 

It just had to be Pascal, or so I hoped.

Sure enough I was awoken again. This time the phantom couldn't stand over me but what the heck was going on? My eyes were closed as I heard the swish of a long leg being swung over my head. 

My head rocked as the weight of a pair of knees planted down, first to the right and then to the left. She was straddling my head and burrowing hers down and under the duvet. I felt the soft material of her tee shirt on my stomach as she slid towards her goal.

I opened my eyes but was met with only the dark outline of her naked arse directly in front of me. I inhaled loudly, letting her know that I was fully awake. It didn't seem to faze her.

My cock was already iron hard as her soft lips found the tender end of my shaft. I winced with concentration, trying for my life to not think of anything sexy enough to make me come. Her lips closed around my end and her hot mouth strained to glide further down my length. 

I nearly went cross eyed with the overload of sensations running through my body. I felt her teeth rake down the tip of my shaft and her jaw relax. Her mouth was around a third of the way down my shaft. The heat of her mouth, the slippery moisture of her dexterous tongue almost made my head explode.

My cock hardened and I tensed ready to come only for me to feel the vice like grip of her fist at the base. She squeezed hard, it was almost painful but she had managed to stem the flow. Wow! I thought, I was actually getting a blow job and understood why it was so named.

She was in control of my errant member and hence in control of me.

I lay back powerless letting the overwhelming sensations flood through my body. I savoured the intenseness at my tip as it reached at the back of her throat, her teeth grazing under my phallus, the contrast of warmth and coolness as she slid my cock in and out of her mouth. 

The feeling of her sucking hard at my swollen gland almost made me pass out with pleasure only to be surpassed by the tickling of her tongue around the end, down and into the eye, lifting globs of pre-cum into her eager orifice.

She held fast against my base, denying the rise of my come from my balls. She cupped at them gently massaging them with three fingers, rolling them around.

Then came her payment, she folded her body down and on to my mouth. I didn't even notice the soft hairs of her cunt as she pressed it hard on to my lips. I knew what to do, I ran my tongue up and along the silky and moist slit. The phantom sighed and rocked her hips in sympathy with the motion. She was wet, wet and hot enough that she had been wanking all by herself.

After a dozen or so long strokes I drove my tongue up and into her hot and wet hole, driving it in as hard and deep as I could, slurping noisily at the warm and slimy surfaces, sampling the texture and taste on my extended tip. This sparked an immediate reaction, she shuffled and squirmed on my mouth, whimpered and released my tool from her sucking lips.

She sat up and rocked on my face, her breathing shallow and irregular, as it grew louder, her body twitched and writhed. She sank her mouth back down over my aching tool, taking it in like a lollipop, forming an air tight O over the throbbing phallus.

She released her firm grip on the base of my tool and tugged at the full length. I exploded my come into her hot mouth, she gulped and swallowed the thick fluid greedily, withdrawing to flick the last few drops direct from the blinking eye in the centre of my red and engorged end. 

I did the same for her as her body tensed. She forced her damp gash down on my slender lips, her juices flooded into my mouth and I drank deep from her well.

I lapped lazily at her pulsating hole as her convulsions ebbed, she jumped and ground back at each of my tongue's gentle thrusts.

We lay panting, our lips within touching distance of each other's most tender parts.

The light! I made a grab but couldn't reach it, she had me pinned down, all I could see was the sweaty globes of her backside, dimly lit in front of me and I still couldn't make out any detail.

"Thank you." She whispered as she climbed off me and stood, her back facing me. She grabbed my arm before I could make a second lunge for the light.

"Oh no, not tonight." She tapped my hand.

She lent down, picked up her knickers and ran them under my nose. I breathed in deep, savouring their scent, it was different from the previous night, somehow sweeter, combined with the perfume of her laundry.

"For you." She said in a sexy and satisfied whisper. 

"A souvenir." She planted them in my hand and moved forward to exit the room.

The voice, I knew it, but who did it belong to? Which one was it? I glanced across as she rose and went through the door. She had an unmistakable gait, and was very tall -- it must be, it can only be....Geri.

I awoke, tired but satisfied from the night before. It was Saturday, Wendy's turn to accompany me, my heart sank. I brushed my teeth got dressed and bounded down the stairs to confront, or at least give Geri the eye, but they had all gone, all bar Wendy. She sat at the breakfast table alone.

"The girls have all gone, cross country today." Wendy said, "Pascal's gone out shopping. What are we going to do with you?"

We ate breakfast and Wendy took me up on the ski lift. She was a good skier and the perfect hostess - she didn't mention any of the week's misdemeanours. She even complimented me on my technique. Wendy was a good teacher, quite physical, holding me tenderly whilst giving me skiing tips. She was quite the charming companion for the day. I felt spoiled in a nice way, perhaps she was trying to make amends.

Pascal surpassed herself with dinner. She produced a three course meal fit for a king; fresh bread and cheese, followed by an excellent fish stew and then my favourite, chocolate profiteroles.

Each time I caught her eye she smiled sweetly back at me.

The girls were off for their final night out, all dressed up in their finery. I wondered what tonight's dare would be. Wendy had relaxed a bit and told me not to stay up too late. I waited until almost eleven o'clock before I made my move. It is now, or never, I thought.

Pascal's door was ajar and cheering sounds were coming from the small black and white television perched on her dresser.

"Football." She said as I hovered outside. "I thought you would never come."

I pushed at the door and entered the small room. It was set out like a cabin, her bed was against the wall on the left and a dresser and drawers across the narrow gangway to the right.

She sat on her bed with her back to the wall clad with a plain white tee shirt long enough to be a mini skirt. I admired her shapely and perfectly curved thighs. She was holding a half finished glass of red wine and I glanced across at the upturned bottle in the bin at the foot of her bed. She slugged it back with one gulp and lurched forward.

"I shouldn't..." She lent forward and grabbed my collar, pulling me down and towards her. She planted her lips on mine, forcing her tongue into my mouth. I was stunned as we collapsed on to her bed. She pulled me down and on top of her all of the time massaging my tongue with hers. I could feel her hands pulling at my jeans and kneading my buttocks through the stiff material.

I let go and pulled away, fighting for breath. I raised myself up a little, her hands darted to my belt and button. I raised my hips further to allow her access to her goal. She deftly undid the fastenings and yanked my trousers past my hips, taking my undies with them. My cock lay exposed and already hard to her touch.

She cupped my balls and tried to close her small fist around my rock hard shaft. She gasped in delight and lust as she came to grips with my girth. 

Arching her back she threw me to one side and hitched her tee shirt up to reveal her naked body. Her flat stomach and chest were shimmering with perspiration as she pulled me back down and on top of her.

Her legs wrapped around my back and I could feel the wetness of her cunt against my stomach, she slid herself down until the tip of my cock brushed against her soft inner lips. I knew this would be too much and hoped beyond all hope that I would not lose control, but I did, with a gasp I shot my load, jetting thick globules of my cream over her expectant pussy.