This is a continuation of the ski stories sort of. I hope you like it Please let me know if you do like it, hate it, are indifferent or have question or suggestions. Sgrad42 at gmail . Com Enjoy ! The Breakup Part 1 Version 2.0. I posted an un edited version before in word format. This is the edited version in txt. Grabbing the wrong version is what happens when you upload from an I-phone. As he sat in the airport his mind wondered off in several directions. First there was the airport it self, big, bustling with people coming and going. It almost seemed like a living thing. Many people hate traveling in general and airports in particular, he loved them both. The people in this living beast were doing something, active, coming, and going, they are alive. He smiled as he looked out the huge windows at the various airplanes moving to and fro. Fascinating machines, alternate reality devices really. In one reality you enter the airport, passed down a metal tube and into another metal tube. There was some noise and movement then you walked out of another metal tube into a completely new reality. New city, climate, people, women, sex, activities and sex! A completely new reality. He smiled and laughed to himself. Should it all be about sex ? His mind shifted back to the activity at his gate, or to be more precise the woman at the gate. The young college chicks in jeans, the twenty somethings in work attire with their laptops, consultants no doubt. Then there was the lady, in her 40s maybe just 50, sharply dressed, not official corporate attire but not in the style of the casually hot 40s chick. As he assessed her he took in her hands, good clean hands, no ring that is. Interesting. As he contemplated this interesting lady he thought of all the crazy events twist and terns that had lead him to this seat at a gate waiting for a plane to Salt Lake City. There was the divorce of course. Yes the journey had officially started there, unofficially well who knows. The divorce had been ugly and long but left surprising few scares, at least on him. He had stepped out into the world as a new born innocent. A 46 year old innocent and straight into the arms of a 51 year old sexual tigress. Yes Sara the ski chick ! He shook his head in disbelief at the memory of it all. They had met at a dance. Just like high school kids. Except by the next morning she had fucked his brains out. No, he had to give himself credit, she got her brains fucked out too. She was energetic, exciting, had a killer body and loved sex. Even with all of these sterling qualities there was a little warning light flashing somewhere in the back of his naïve little brain. He had heard the terms bi-polar, manic depressive and compulsive but they had just been things you read about and not real people you know, deal with and fuck. Fuck, he smiled and slowly shook his head. That was one of the good things about a manic depressive. When they where on a fuck binge it was great. For the first six months she just couldn’t get enough of old Eric. Fuck morning, noon and night. Fuck in the car when she picked him up at the airport. Fuck on the hiking trail. It wasn’t all just fucking, she would do stuff, ski, scuba dive, travel, you name it she was ready to go and fuck while doing it if at all possible. And then, just like flipping a switch, she couldn’t stand him. He had to go. He had been shocked at this astounding turn of events but not really surprised or disappointed. Her smothering domination was becoming too much. But the sex, the sex was very nice. This had not stopped him from sampling a few of the ladies at the dance club. Mary was very nice. Good in bed but she would not ski, dive or anything. Too bad, well no not really. He got his mind off fucking Mary and back to his analysis of Sara. The pattern became clear over the next few months. The downward breaks were short followed by a spike back up to a ‘I can’t live with out you’ period. Then the down breaks became longer and the up periods shorter. The time period between breaks grew shorter and shorter. The ski trip earlier this year was a sort of an upside swan song followed by a break in which she announce the relationship was over. Of course that’s not what she really meant. She wanted him on a leash so when she needed him a little tug would bring him to heal. That’s what this trip was all about, bringing him to heal. It was a great day to fly, clear blue sky with lots of sunshine. The plane was boarding. He stood up and moved closer to where the 40 something gal with clean hands was standing. Very nice. Should he try and chat her up? Did she live in Salt Lake ? He was moving there eventually and it would be nice to have a connection. Letter ‘B’ was called and they shuffled toward the plane. He did have a full schedule planned for the weekend so just let it pass, plus she made no eye contact, her loss. As he settled into his seat he reviewed the plan and the events leading up to this little party. He frowned and thought ‘the best laid plans’, but why should things go wrong? True she had invited her detestable friend Ulle but the detestable German bitch didn’t show up for two days. It had all started when he told Sara he was doing an end of the ski season weekend plus trip to Salt Lake City. She had called back and announced that she and Ulle would be in Salt Lake the same time. Sara would arrive that Thursday evening an hour after him but Ulle would not show up until Saturday morning. He didn’t particularly care what her plans were because he had hatched a scheme of his own. He was fucking several women now and in fact he had fucked Jan that very morning. It would be just delicious to fuck Sara tonight. They were staying at separate hotels but he was getting a rental car and had promised to drive her to her hotel. He knew she would invite him to her room. So it would be fuck, ski, fuck then the detestable Ulle would arrive but if Sara was on an up swing it would be more fucking. Who knows maybe a threesome with detestable ? He spied the 40 something gal with clean hands sitting several row in front and to the left. She caused him to think of two very different but in an odd way very closely related topics, feminism and the internet. Sara was a raging feminist. Endlessly spouting psychobabble about male oppressions and breaking the chains of this and that. What the feminist never realized is chain breaking is a two way street. Women’s liberation liberated men from the tyranny of women. No fault divorce and the working women had set men free. Free at last, free at last but free to do what? All hale the internet !!!! Match.com, single sites, sites for over 40 dating. Now that feminist in their 40s where free from the oppression of men they desperately need to find a man ! When Sara had her first big break, the first with him that is, he has stumbled on to the dating sites. He had been shocked at the vast number of good looking professional 40 something dating candidates. He lost no time in exploring this rich vain of dating candidates and had been rewarded. So as he contemplated the 40s gal a few rows away there was no urgency. The sea was full of fish. He talked to her at the baggage claim. She was friendly and lived in Salt Lake. She enjoyed dining at Chimayo and Riverhorse. He didn’t make a move, offer a number or email and then she was gone. He thought of his full schedule and there are plenty of fish. He wondered over to the big screen with all the flight listings. Her flight was on time and would arrive in a half hour. Excellent ! All was going according to plan. He checked his phone and saw a voice message from Sara. Her voice was more frenetic then usual and as he listened his face darkened. The stupid bitch was on the wrong plane ! While still listening to the Sara’s voicemail, he scanned the door area for the 40 something gal but she was nowhere in sight. Damn ! He should have moved ! Given her his number at minimum ! He settled himself down and listened to the message again. Sara had clicked the wrong flight and would arrive after connecting in Las Vegas. She would arrive almost 4 hours later then intended. How could this scatterbrained bitch be a high powered lawyer ? It was a good thing this adventure was to be the end of her. He reconsidered the plan and concluded all was in order, just a slight delay in getting under way. He sat on his hotel bed sipping a beer and checking email and messages. He had picked up the rental car and checked into his hotel. No sense in hanging around the airport for 4 hours. Sara had called from Las Vegas all apologetic and such. He had assured her it was no problem and yes he would come and pick her up. He knew it would be late but not to worry he was glad to do it. That made him smile, he was sure she would be grateful. One message was from the mysterious Rene. They had met on the last ski trip with Sara (ski trip 2 & 3) and then later in Chicago. She said she was going through an ugly divorce but was being very cagy which made her all the more interesting. Another was from Lynn. She was a fascinating gal he had met in St. Kitts and hope to meet again soon. He took a long tug of his beer and thought about Lynn. Yes he definitely wanted to meet her again. He carried her bags into her hotel room. Sara was chattering away going in ten directions at once. He had found that conversation style exciting at first, now he just tuned most of it out. He sat back in a chair and watched her unpack. She moved with athletic grace and he had to admit, she looked damn good. Dark curly hair, good legs and a very nice ass. Yes a very nice package for a 51 year old, very nice indeed. She walked back an forth like she was arguing a case before a jury. ‘ We can ski together, yes we can still be friends, we can’t sleep together. Ulle coming Saturday maybe we can all ski together’ she said as she paced about the room. ‘It’s getting late’ she said and with that she stripped naked. She made sure to give him a full 360 degree view of her excellent body as she stretched and got into bed. ‘Please stay with me tonight, no sex just stay with me in bed’ she said with a soft little girl voice. He stood up and undressed. Slowly removing his clothes and carefully placing them on a chair. He smiled to himself as he was doing this slow motion strip tease, thinking it was all going according to plan. She was so predictable. He thought she would try the ‘sleep in my bed but no sex’ routine but he was no longer playing by her rules. The old Cole Porter song ‘I’ve changed the rules’ played in his head. He stood and stretched giving her a full frontal view. His semi erect cock the most prominent feature. A little tit for tat. He pulled the covers way back, revealing her naked body and slid up next to her. He pulled her warm body tight against him and kissed her. She resisted by keeping her tongue in her mouth. His hardening cock pressed against her stomach as his hand move down her back to her tight ass. He pushed her away just enough to place his hand on her tit, squeezing her firm nipple. His mouth worked its way down to her other nipple. He sucked it into his mouth. He licked and nibbled on that very firm erect nipple. With his other hand he pushed her legs apart and stroked her pussy. It was wet. He spread her legs wide and rising up on his knees moved between them. He began to lower himself to where his chest was almost touching her hard nipples and his very hard cock was about to enter her wet pussy. ‘Remember no sex, we can’t have sex tonight, just snuggle’ she said as she lay with her legs wide, nipple erect and pussy dripping. He looked down at her and said ‘Sara, your pussy is wet, my cock is very hard and unless you tell me to leave the room and go to my hotel right now my hard cock is going deep into that wet hot pussy of yours. Not only that, I’m going to eat that wet pussy and you’re going to cum, then I’m going to cum. We will rest a bit then fuck again, most likely all night. It’s going to get very hot and very wet’. She said nothing as the he slowly lowered down on her. The head of his dripping cock opened the lips of her pussy. She was so wet his cock just slipped in. He slipped in deeper and deeper until his balls pressed against her ass. She tried to look impassive but he could feel her pussy twitching. Soon she began matching his gentle trust and was moaning with pleasure. ‘ You have such a good sex body. I love the way you fuck me. Oh fuck me hard !’ The pressure was building in him. Not only was he enjoying his triumph but she was a damn good fuck. He had to slow down, go down and eat her, make her scream. They were now fucking together. She rolled her hips up and spread her legs wide. He pulled out and she said with a pouty look on her face ‘no no don’t pull out’. He kissed his way down to her left tit and began sucking her erect nipple. She had always accused him of ignoring her tits but he was not going to make that mistake now. As he sucked, licked and kissed her nipples he slowly moved his right hand down her body, his fingers just touching her hot flesh. One stroke of her wet pussy and the middle two fingers went deep inside while the thumb teased her clit. The fingers stayed in deep, feeling for that spot. ‘Oooohhh Goooodddddd that’s good ohhhhh goooddddd !!I might cum ! Oh fuck me fuck me !!!’ He lifted up from a nipple and said ‘Not yet, I’m going to eat you now’. She gasped ‘Eat me, eat my pussy, I love pussy eat oh YES EAT ME !!!! He slid down to her pussy, moved his thumb and began licking her clit, with his fingers still deep inside her pushing up. ‘OOOHHHH GGOOOODDDDD YEEESSS’ she moaned. He slid between her legs, pulled his fingers out and put both hands under her ass, lifting her pussy to his hungry mouth. He ate her with abandon, licking, sucking, flicking and drinking her juices. ‘I’m CUMMING, Oh GOODDD I LOVE TO CUMMMMM !!!’ she said in her patented controlled yell. ‘OH ERIC IT”S BIGGGGG SUCH A BIGGGG CUM ALL OVER OH I LOVE TO CUM !!!!!!” ‘ Now I’m going to fuck your hot cum pussy’ he said as he crawled up her quivering body. He kissed her and her tongue eagerly licked and tasted the juices of her cunt. Oh her hot wet cunt felt so good as he slid his hard cock in as deep as he could go. He started fucking her and knew he could fuck her hard and long. All thought melted away. It was totally primal now. Primal fucking at it’s most primitive. He rolled her over and with a hand on each hip roughly pulled her ass up then jammed his wet tool into that sopping cunt. He pounded in and she pushed back. The room filled with the sounds of slapping flesh. Her head flung up and she cried out ‘I’m cumming AGAIN ! GODDDD I’m CUMMING AGAINNNNN !!!!!’. He flipped her over, put her ankles on his shoulders and fucked her deeper and deeper. She curled her back to the point where he was almost standing as he fucked that glorious cunt. It was coming. His balls tightened and his cock swelled. He may has said something or just yelled he didn’t know, the only consciousness was the huge cum blasting from his cock. One, two, three………….. Then he slowly collapsed on top of her, his cock still hard. He continued to slowly fuck her as his other senses returned. He could hear their heavy breathing and the wet sloppy sound of his cock moving in her pussy. ‘I like it that you stay hard’ she said in a voice that sounded almost normal. How could anything be normal after that ? He rolled off and lay beside her, both of them in a post cum haze. He reach down, stroked and penetrated that oh so wet pussy. He brought his hand back up where she eagerly grabbed it, guiding those wet fingers to her mouth. She licked and suck their cum cocktail as she said ‘I love the taste of your cum. Will you cum in my mouth ? I want you to cum in my mouth.’ ‘ Before the nights over you will have my cum dripping from all your holes’. She squeezed his soft cock and said ‘All my holes? Promise?’ They lay together in that wonderful post sex zone. Almost floating on the bed. She rolled over and asked ‘How am I different from that corporate chick you’ve been seeing?’ Red warning lights flashed somewhere in the deep dark mist of his still cum soaked brain. He new the proper responses where: ‘There is no other woman’ ‘You are my only love’ ‘I only had coffee with her once’ ‘You are so hot’ He was tired of dancing to her tune. Saying what would please her. Bending into whatever pretzel shape he hoped would bring her up from a down. So he did the unthinkable, he spoke the truth. ‘She’s not as emotionally volatile as you are’. YOUGODDAMNFUCKINGASSHOLEGETOUTGETOUT !!!!!!!!’ YOUFUCKINGPIECEOFSHIT ! GETOUT GETOUT !!!!!!!’ She began pushing and kicking him with amazing force. ‘SO YOU THINK YOU CAN FUCK ME AND FUCK HER !!! WELL GET THE FUCK OUT NOW !!!!’ Although she was a small woman and he was over 6 feet tall and 200+ pounds she shoved him out of the bed. After he hit the floor he tried to say something but was so amazed at the fantastic spectacle going on before his eye he was unable to react at all. She jumped out of the bed and yelled ‘ Fuck her and FUCK ME ! Oh no buster ! Oh I want to fuck all your holes Sara dear. YOU PIECE OF SHIT GET OUT !!!’, with that she grabbed his clothes from the chair and through them at him. He stood up and gathered up what clothes he could and tried to think of some magic phrase or something but nothing would come. She came forward and pushed him back towards the door. ‘YOU WORTHLESS PILE OF CRAP !! I HATE YOU I HATE YOU GETOUT YOU SHIT !!! FUCK HER WILL YOU ! FUCK HER THEN FUCK ME WAS THAT YOUR PLAN??? WELL FUCK YOUUUUUUUU !!!!!!. With that he opened the door and she shoved him into the hall, slamming the door behind him. He stood in the hotel hallway naked with his arms full of clothes. Silence. The seconds ticked by, the heating system softly blew warm air. Had that really just happened? He started to walk down the hallway and it occurred to him that he had better get dressed. He sorted through the pile of clothes and extracted his underpants. He had both feet in and was pulling them up when the elevator door opened and out stepped two couples. The two men where talking to one of the women but the other women was starring straight at his semi hard cock, still wet with cunt juice. He quickly pulled up the shorts and said ‘thought I’d go for a stroll, how’s the weather outside?’ One of the men said ‘I think you may need a bit more than that’. The women who had seen him said ‘Oh I don’t know about that’. A door burst opened and a stark naked Sara stepped into the hall holding his hiking boots. She reared back and hurled one at him with surprising force. Only a quick instinctive blocking move with his arm prevented a direct hit in his face. She razed her arm with the other boot but it slipped from her hand and fell behind her. She spun around and bent over with the grace and form of a ballerina. For just an instant all five people in the hall were treated to a view of the back of her excellent legs, tight ass and that beautiful pussy, shinning with their wet. His cum was clearly visible on her thighs. She grabbed the boot, spun around and flung it in his general direction. He couldn’t help but think ‘what a beautiful move, the stage lost a great dancer when she took up law’. She stood up straight, hands on her hips, her body tight as a violin string, a look of furious rage on her face and not so much yelled as bellowed ‘FUCK YOU ASSHOLE !’ Spun on her toes and was gone. The hall was totally silent. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl. The heads on the four others rotated slowly in one motion towards his direction as if they where robots at some theme park. The look on their faces was not so much surprise or shock it was that they just could not believe what they just saw. Mustering the best nonchalant attitude he could, he picked up his pants and said ‘I told her I was voting Republican’. The next day he pondered his situation as stood on top of Sugarloaf at Alta Ski area. True things had not gone exactly according to plan but one should always look on the brightside. He had fucked her and what a fuck it had been ! She was a crazy bitch but when she was on my God she could fuck. He was skiing and not working, always a good thing and what the hell he was now free to do whatever he felt like, also not a bad thing. Oh if he had just got the number of the 40s gal on the plane ! He had to admit she most likely would not have given it to him but you never know. If she had it would sure come in handy now. What to do, he must email Lynn, the gal he met in St. Kitts and tell her all about the events of last night. She would want all the details and it would be fun to tell her. They where planning to meet again up in a week or so once their schedules cleared. Now that promised to be very fun !! Rene yes Rene, well he would deal with that later, maybe. Damn why didn’t he get that 40s gal’s number !. Would he ever learn? St. Kitts had been fun and a bit troubling. His friend Mike had been doing a job there and he had helped out. Mike’s wife Susan had been there also. He hesitated to call them but Mike was good guy and it would be fun to have a few beers and relate his latest adventure. He called Mike’s number and was surprised when Susan answered. It was a business phone and when Mike was busy it rolled to Susan. ‘ Eric you dog, what are you up to?’ Susan asked with her normal cheery voice. ‘Just getting in some late season skiing here at Alta’ ‘ And you didn’t call us ? I am very cross with you !’ ‘Now, now I just wanted to know if you and Mike would like to join me for some eats and brews?’ ‘Just a minute, let me check, I’ll call you back in just a sec’. He had hoped to just meet with Mike. This could be awkward. He may have put his foot in it now. A few minutes later his phone rang. ‘Eric it will work out great. I have made reservation at Chimayo at 5. can’t wait to see you. Oh Mike wont be joining us he is in Mexico on a big program.’ ‘Ah OK, Sue ah Mike is gone you say?’ ‘Now Eric don’t get silly on me. I’m a big girl and you’re a big boy.’ ‘Yes but….’. ‘Now Eric you have seen me naked'. To Be Continued in Part 2 of The Breakup. `When one door closes, another opens....' Once again Please let me know if you do like it, hate it, are indifferent or have question or suggestions. Sgrad42 at gmail . Com