Ski Patrolman
By Sarah k
Sarah_k69@hotmail.com

After my experience with the officer came to an end I 
felt an incredible sense of awakening and liberation 
that I never imagined myself capable of feeling.  
Especially being a married woman.  Everything felt so 
right with the world.  My senses were more alive and I 
felt completely empowered.  I think it rubbed off on my 
husband too for he seemed more alive as well.  In any 
case, we were both very happy and feeling quiet randy.
	
Time passed and we took care of our various tasks like 
always, but with a new sense of spice.  I would come 
home and he would ask playfully if I had had any trysts 
at work or on the way home.  I would tease him and say 
"maybe...would you like to check?" and he would then 
proceed to go down on me, hoping that I was full of 
another mans cum.  What a nasty man!:)  I admit, I liked 
the thought but there just weren't any men that I wanted 
to do that with in the pool of people that I saw every 
day.  It just didn't feel write like it did with the 
officer.

Our sex teasing went on for some time and we had a lot 
of fun with it.  Recently, however, we decided to take a 
ski vacation for about a week.  We got a room at a ski 
lodge for 5 nights at a mountain we like to go to in the 
winter.  The time came and we packed our bags and off we 
went.  We both really needed a vacation and we were 
prepared to really enjoy ourselves.  

The first few days went just as expected and we were 
having a great time.  On the third day however, 
something a little out of the ordinary happened.  The 
weather looked great and we got up and out early, ready 
to enjoy a full day of skiing.  We don't always ski 
together since we both enjoy different kinds of skiing, 
(back country vs. moguls).  Today we were going to go 
our own way, so after a warm up run together we split 
up.  

Like I said, it was a beautiful day, so I was feeling 
gutsy, a little to gutsy it turned out.  I decided to 
challenge myself a bit and took a run that I really 
wasn't up for yet this season.  I completely wiped out 
on my first run by myself.  And worse yet, one of my 
boots was a little loose and I wrenched my ankle.  There 
I was, on the top of a mountain with a wrenched ankle.  
There was no way I was going to get down without help.  
Luckily I wasn't in the middle of nowhere like the way 
my husband likes to ski.  I called for help and nice man 
came over and said he would have a ski patrolman come by 
with a sled to put me on.  Within ten or so minutes a 
snowmobile was headed my way!  What a relief.  As nice 
as it was out I was starting to catch a chill from being 
stationary and sitting on the snow.  Consequently, I 
think I was already starting to feel a swelling of 
gratitude toward the ski patrolman coming to my rescue.

"Are you the injured woman who needs help down the 
mountain?"  Came this rather deep voice from behind a 
ski mask and goggles.

"Yes" I replied. "I'm afraid I wrenched my ankle; first 
time skiing this year and I guess I got a little 
ambitious."  I was feeling rather embarrassed to say the 
least.  I'm sure he was an expert skier and has to deal 
with people hurting themselves all the time.  Here I was 
being a klutz.  "I'm really sorry to bother you with 
this but I don't think I can get down by myself."

"Don't worry about it miss, its part of my job, you 
wouldn't want to put me out of work would you?" he said 
with what sounded like a smile on his face.

I smiled and said "Well...if you insist then I would 
gladly take your help."

"I do insist." He walked toward me and ask "Would you 
mind very much if I picked you up?  I don't want you to 
injure your ankle further."  

Was he serious?  Would I mind!?  God I would love to be 
picked up by you.  "No, I guess I don't mind.  I hope 
I'm not too heavy.  Thanks again for your help." I said 
with a smile.

"Where would you like me to take you?  Do you have a 
room or someone you're with that you are supposed to 
meat at a certain time?"

Was this a loaded question?  Was he fishing for 
information about me? Hmmm... "I have a room actually, 
at the main lodge.  Would you mind taking me there?"

He smiled and said "I will even help you to your room as 
you would have trouble navigating the stairs in your 
condition.  That is, if that's ok with you."

"That is most kind of you, thank you so much.  I feel 
like such a nuisance, putting you out like this."

"Nonsense, you're not putting me out at all." He then 
proceeded to pick me up like I was light as a feather 
and set me on the sled.  He gathered my skis and poles 
and strapped them onto the snowmobile, made sure that I 
was strapped in and off we went.  

We arrived at the lodge.  I was feeling like a total 
loser, being gawked at by the other people there.  At 
the same time though, I was kind of feeling like a 
winner because I sensed a very handsome nice man behind 
those goggles.  And he was going to carry me to my room!  
A woman doesn't get chances like this very often if at 
all.  I was deciding right about at that time not to let 
this one go without at least a little effort.

I was not to be let down!  He took off his mask and 
goggles I swear my body temperature rose at least 5 
degrees.  Suddenly I was sweating.  He looked to be in 
his mid thirties.  He had a weathered face of an 
outdoorsman but with nice big eyes and full kissable 
lips. Grrrrr...my heart skipped a beat contemplating the 
possibilities.

I told him what room I was in after he checked my skis 
and poles for me.  He then picked me up again like I was 
hardly there.  He must be in killer shape.  I didn't 
feel any shaking or anything, even after two flights of 
stairs.

I fished into my pocked for the keys and handed them to 
him with a twinkle in my eye.  I think he picked up on 
it for I noticed a whisper of a nervous smile fluttering 
across his lips before he quickly looked down and 
unlocked the door, while holding me with only ONE hand!

"If you could set me on my bed that would be wonderful."

"No problem.  Would you like me to help you take your 
boot off of your injured ankle?  I have practice helping 
other people with similar injuries and may be able to 
help minimize the pain."

"I would be so grateful.  You keep helping me and it's 
making me feel indebted to you.  Is this some sort of 
plan of yours so you can have your way with me?!"  I of 
course said that with a mischievous smile so he would 
know that I was teasing.

He had tan skin but I do believe that I noticed a slight 
flush on his face after I said that.  I shrugged out of 
my ski jacket and gloves and took off the boot on the 
good ankle.

"You can hardly blame me miss if there is some 
unconscious motive within me, you are a very attractive 
woman.  But really I am only doing my job.  Besides, it 
looks as if you are here with someone."  He said looking 
around the room at the cloths, luggage and toiletries we 
had brought with us.

"You are sweet.  You think I'm attractive?" I said 
blushing a little.  It's always nice to be told you're 
attractive, especially coming from a hunk like this guy.  
"You really should let me pay you back somehow.  You've 
been so kind and helpful."

"Let me help you with that other boot."  He moved over 
to the end of the bed with a chair and lifted my foot 
into his lap.  I won't get into the details but he was 
very gentile and you could tell he had done it before.
My ankle was a little swollen but it wasn't serious.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?  Can I bring 
you anything or will the person you are here with be 
back soon to care for you?"  I could tell he was asking 
in a sincere way though I could also sense an 
undercurrent of controlled wanting.

"Actually the person I'm here with won't be back till at 
least 4, and its only 10 now so...maybe..."  I had a 
hard time finishing the sentence.  I didn't really know 
what I wanted to say.  As liberated as I was feeling, I 
really wasn't used to being this forward.  I'm sure my 
face was beet red.  "Maybe you could fix me a drink from 
the frig by the TV.  You know...for the pain in my 
ankle."

"I'd be happy too." He said walking over to the frig.  
"What would you like?"

"A vodka tonic would be wonderful.  But I hate to drink 
alone.  I don't suppose you could join me in a drink?"

"I would love to but...I am on duty...and well..."

"Please...I could really use some company."  I said 
batting my eyes at him and looking kind of sad.  I'm 
such a bad person.

He stood there fore a very pregnant pause.  He knew that 
what he decided would commit him to one course or the 
other.  "Well..."  He brought out his beeper and punched 
in a few numbers.  A silly smile spread across his 
chiseled face. "I've just indicated that I am away on a 
call for the next hour or 2, so I suppose I could join 
you in a drink."

He made us both a drink, took off his jacket, and sat 
down with me on the bed.  He was wearing a tight blue 
turtleneck that looked great on him. He had a very nice 
build.  

"Thanks again for everything.  You've done so much and 
now you let me force you into keeping me company.  I'm 
such a cad.  I feel I really must do something for you 
in return.  Why don't you take off your boots and relax 
a little.  Ski boots aren't the most comfortable things 
to wear if you don't have to."

He was starting to loosen up, which made me feel a 
little more confident.  Maybe it was the vodka but I 
didn't care.  My cunt was starting to speak to me a 
little louder and I was listening.
I turned toward him and pushed on his chest until he was 
laying down on the bed.  I gave him a few light kisses 
on the lips while my hand explored his muscular chest.  
"Why don't we take this shirt off; it looks like you 
have a very nice chest that I would love to appreciate."

It looks like my time of having to ask him twice for 
things was over.  He didn't hesitate in removing his 
shirt.  Nor did he hesitate in immediately removing 
mine.  I love it when a man takes control like that.  I 
instantly soaked my panties.

I wasn't wearing a bra, I hate skiing with them on.  He 
pulled me back on top of him and kissed me, his strong 
hands pressed on my back.

He grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, looking at 
me.  "Are you sure about this?"

I smiled and slid down is body and unfastened his bibs.  
"Why don't you help with removing these."

He smiled back and with a shrug proceeded to remove the 
rest of his cloths, then helped me out of mine.  

We briefly had the disease talk and once satisfied, 
which didn't take long, got right back to business.

"For all the aid you gave me today, I feel I should try 
and return the favor so your wish is my command."  I 
said barely able to conceal my smile.

He knew I was just making an excuse to be commanded, for 
I saw his lips twitch trying to hold back this smile.

"I think a blow job would be a good start in that case." 
He said, trying to sound commanding.  

"I was hoping you'd say that."

I hadn't gotten a chance to check out his cock, so I 
actually was hoping he would say that.  I do enjoy 
giving head.  He had a very nice penis.  I was already 
mostly hard and it had a nice curve to it.  Very 
graceful and thick, and about the same length as my 
husbands, which is good because my husband almost 
bottoms out on me.  I'm not a big girl so I can only 
take about 7 inches before it starts to hurt.  Width on 
the other hand...I like width, and this would do very 
nicely.  I couldn't wait to get it in me.  Giving head 
to me is like ultimate teasing.  There it is, in my hand 
and mouth, just waiting to get in my cunt.

I took him in my mouth and ran my tongue around the 
head, gripping his shaft with my hand.  With my other 
had I cupped his balls and teased his perineum.  He 
groaned in pleasure.  "God that feels sooo good."
I took as much of his meat as I could into my mouth and 
sucked as I slowly fucked my mouth with his cock.  He 
started to gently thrust on his own and we worked into a 
nice rhythm together.  I didn't want him to cum just yet 
thought so I took my mouth away just before he went over 
the edge.

"ohh...fuck why did you stop?  I'm soo close..." He 
pleaded. 

I just smiled and stuck my finger in my mouth 
seductively.  "You'll see..."

I went back down, gripping his cock in my hand, pumping 
slowly, and sucked his balls into my mouth one at a 
time.  He closed his eyes and groaned in pleasure.  The 
I caught him by surprise!  With my other hand I inserted 
my wet finger right up his ass!  My husband swears this 
gives him the most intense orgasms.  Jacking him off 
while sucking on his balls and pressing on his prostate.  
I've always wanted to do it on another person and see if 
it had the same effect.

He gasp in shock, but indeed, made no move to stop me.  
I left my finger at the same dept once I hit his 
prostate and just rubbed the tip of my finger back and 
forth on it while I jacked him off and sucked on his 
balls.  He was definitely losing control of himself. I 
love making men lose control! His eyes were wide open as 
was his mouth.  "Oh my fucking god that feels soooo 
good...holy shit I'm going to cum so fucking hard...oh 
god...fuck...yes...I'm going to cum...!!"

Just before he came I stopped sucking on his balls and 
moved the head of his cock into my mouth and suck for 
all I was worth.  He filled my mouth with his cum and I 
swallowed as fast as I could.  Even at that it over 
flowed.  That rarely happens to me.  I take pride in not 
wasting cum.  He must have been packing quite a load!

"Jesus...I've never had an orgasm like that before!"

I finished swallowing and sat up, slowly slipping my 
finger from his ass.  We shared a nice intimate kiss  
and he thanked me profusely.  He went to the bathroom 
and got me a wash cloth for my hand.  It was clean but 
ya know...

So we laid there for a while and I let him recover while 
we cuddled and kissed.  It was very nice.  We talked 
about skiing and his job and some of the stories he has 
from being a ski rescue guy.

We knew that he would have to get back to work within 
another hour so we didn't dally too long.  We kissed 
some more and this time it was him who was going 
downtown.  He kissed around my inner thighs and licked 
up and down my labia and started to suck on my clit as 
he inserted one and then two fingers into my very wet 
cunt.  He was very good at oral sex and within a very 
short time I was gripping his head between my thighs 
while I came on his face.

I was now good and ready for a serious fucking.  And I 
told him so.

Needless to say, he liked hearing that.

He mounted me missionary, my cunt juices glistening on 
his face.  I pulled him to me and gave him a deep kiss 
and licked my juices off him.  I was feeling 
particularly nasty having adulterous sex in the same bed 
I shared with my husband last night!  

He started slowly fucking in an out of me while pinching 
and pulling on my nipples and rubbing my tummy below my 
belly button.  I never new what an erogenous zone that 
can be! I loved it.  He increased his tempo and pinched 
my nipple harder.  God I was in heaven, he really new 
how to please!

"Oh yes, fuck me with that big thick cock of yours! Oh 
god I'm going to cum again, oh yes!!"  I've been told 
that I'm quite loud when I cum, though I usually have no 
memory of it.  That's probably what I was saying 
though:)

He reached around and put his arm under my head, 
encircling my head and bracing his arm with my 
shoulders.  He then just went for it, pounding into me 
for all he was worth.

"God yes fuck me...fuck me fuck me fuck me.  Oh that 
feels soo damn good...cum in me, fill me up with your 
cum!"

Well, it didn't take too much encouragement and in not 
too long he did just that while I came on his cock a 
second time.  Afterward, we just laid there, breathing 
heavily on each other, covered in sweat and lost in 
afterglow.  It was wonderful sex and I told him so. 
"That was magnificent.  I feel like I owe you again! 
Damn it! This was suppose to be for helping me out and 
here you are making me feel soo damn good!  Now I'm down 
by one orgasm."  I punched his arm playfully, smiling.

"That was positively the best sex I've ever had.  You 
have more than paid me back, and you know it! You bad 
girl!"  He said with a small laugh.

"I wish I could stay and play more with you, but I 
really need to get back to work.  How long are you going 
to be staying here?"

"Another two nights...and days.  We live about an hour 
and a half away in the city.  Where do you live?"

I'll skip some of the dialogue here.  We exchanged 
information and learned that in off season we didn't 
live too far apart.  He lived on the mountain during the 
winter.  I got his beeper and phone number, and told him 
that he would be hearing from me if I ever hurt my ankle 
again.  Then he left.  I looked at the clock and 
couldn't believe it. It was almost 2!  My husband would 
be back in two hours.  I couldn't get up to clean myself 
due to my hurt ankle so I could only lay there with cum 
leaking out of me!  What a sight I will be for my 
husband. At least I had enough time for a short nap.  
I'm sure I will need my energy when my husband gets 
back!

I took my nap and I'm glad I did, for when my husband 
got back and saw me there with my wicked smile on my 
face he knew something was up.  His cloths flew off him 
and he jumped into bed.

"I've been a bad girl hubby..."

"Why don't you tell me all about it from the beginning 
while I clean you up."  He said spreading my legs.

So I proceeded to tell him starting with hurting my 
ankle and ending up with me getting his phone number.  
During my recounting I believe I cam another 4 times.  I 
have my husband trained to be very good at oral sex.  He 
is especially good when he is on clean up duty!  God I'm 
wicked!

After that my husband wasn't to be denied so he filled 
me up with his cum too.  I didn't have any orgasms left 
in me at the moment and lets just say he didn't last 
that long.:)  There is something especially nasty in the 
idea of having cum from two men inside you.

I'll share more when I have the time to write.

Till then, I hope you enjoyed my story.  It was a true 
event with small embellishments here and there.

Feel free to email me with comments.  I reply to them 
when I have time.

Sarah