Date: Sat, 14 May 94 06:52:18 EST
From: Paladin@hwsys.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Organization: Humanware Systems
Message-ID: <021150BQLLHEJVJKHEXG@hwsys.com>
Subject: A winter fantasy
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They landed in Denver, it was overcast and gray. The rental agency had
their four-wheel drive vehicle ready, when they arrived. It was a little
more than an hour trip to Winterpark, their favorite ski location. They
rented a place in the same part of town, like they did every year. After
stopping at the managers office, they proceeded up to the condo.

It was a small one bedroom place, but since they spent most of their
time on the slopes, they didn't need anything bigger. As long as they
could re-heat leftovers and fix a hot drink or two, they'd be fine.

They unpacked and settled in for the night, a big day of skiing waited
for them, tomorrow. They were both accomplished skiers, having both
skied most of their lives, no rented equipment for them. Unpacking, she
examined her ski outfit, one piece coverall, jacket, gloves, thermals,
bikini ("only if it's warm enough", she thought) and boots. Meanwhile,
he built a cozy fire to warm up the place.

He put on a pot of coffee for the khalua, as the fire's warmth spread
through the livingroom. She came into the room wearing only her
thermals, they clung to every curve of her body. He always liked the
look of her tight body in a sock, he poured the coffee and khalua for
both of them. Sitting on the couch facing the fire, they discussed
tomorrow runs and drank the hot brew. They decided to go to their
favorite diamond run around noon, it would be warmest then...

Starting on their third round, the room became very warm, he removed
most of his clothes leaving only his thermals. They moved to the floor
in front of the fireplace, kissing and snuggling on the heavy rug. They
held back from all out passion, as they would need their strength
tomorrow. "But he always sleeps better after he's been satified", she
thought, stroking him through the warm thermals. He stared into the
fire, knowing what was coming, waiting, wanting...

She could feel him harden under the garment, a small spot appearing in
the front. She didn't want his clothes to get soiled, so she pulled the
bottom part of his thermals down to exposed him. He leaned back,
spreading his legs out to give her access. She hummed softly, like a
child looking at a lollipop. She stretched out on the rug, pulling
herself up on her elbows, directly over his thickening sex. She knew how
the years she'd lost count of the number of times, she always like the
taste of him. Slowly she flicked her tongue, teasing him. He relaxed
against the couch, watching her work. She nibbled down the hot shaft,
sucking his skin into her mouth at the bottom, back up to the top.
Taking it into her mouth, she looked up into his eyes for his reaction,
he rolled back his eyes, as always, groaning in pleasure. Cupping him,
between his thighs, she began a long slow stroke, tongue working back
and forth, then around the top. back down, taking nearly the entire
length into herself. He ran his fingers through her hair as she found
her rhythm. She came up for air, licking her lips, staring him in the
eye, her hand caressing the his sex, slick from her attention. He
couldn't hold back any more, his legs went rigid, she knew his time had
arrived. She quickly took him back between her lips, pumping furiously,
anticipating every drop. He exploded, sending his load to the back of
her throat. She greedily drank it down, squeezing him for it all.

She sat up, licking her lips, making sure she didn't miss any. He was
breathing hard, looking at her from his colapsed position. "Wait till I
get you on the slopes tomorrow", he managed, between gasps. She giggled,
 to bed now, I guess I'll need all the rest I can get." With that she
got up, put away the cups and headed to bed.

He sat awhile, recovering from another great encounter with the woman of
is dreams, staring into the fire. He smiled, life was good, He would
make her happy tomorrow. Her fantasy would once again be fulfilled...

He woke to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. He smiled, she's really
something, he thought. She entered, carrying a tray with muffins, (no
not hers), brie cheese, cherry preserves, and of course, hot coffee. She
ery small, and tight, maids outfit!

She remembered!, he thought. In her worst french accent, she purred,
"Here is your breakfast, sir, can I interest you in any other services
before I clean up?"

He could barely contain himself, her bare skin peeked out from beneath
the ruffled bottom of the short maid mini! The sheet began to rise in
front of him, she noticed, "Sir!, allow me to take care of that nasty
problem for you." He leaned back, smiling, allowing her to tend to her
duties. She paced her hands over the bulge in the sheets, pulling the
cloth tight over his hardening sex. She began slowly stroking it through
film, took the whole thing in her mouth, bit gently, then out. She
giggled, as she noticed the effect she was having on him. She began
wiggling her exposed derriere in his face as she pulled the sheet loose
from the foot of the bed to uncover him.

He opened his eyes to behold her glisening lips in his face. He grabbed
the edge of her uniform, and slowly pulled her opening to his face. As
his tongue entered her, as she uncovered his manhood. She sucked air as
she lowered her lips to him, they began breakfast...

The muffins were cold by the time they got to them, but they didn't
care. He spread the brie and cherries two, handing one to her. His
twinkling eyes, wrinkled in the corners, said all the thanks she needed.
er coffee, they got dress and pack their gear for the slopes. The
four-wheel drive vehicle came in handy as a foot and a half of new snow
had fallen during the night. Parking, they suited up, grabbed their skis
aded for the lifts. They skied for most of the morning in the advanced
runs, warming up for the diamonds. After a light lunch, and plenty of
hot coca, they headed for the western most diamond run, double
diamond...

It was early afternoon when they reached the top of the run, she
quivered in her warm suit, he knew she would be itching to get going. He
 waiting, poised at the edge, grinning at her. She yelled, "I'm going,
if your late, I'll start without you!", she kicked up and down she
went...

A second later, he leaped off the edge and went nearly vertical, snow
whipped past his head as he cut, cut again. The thrashing began, turning
 furious. He began running father to the right, near the edge, looking
for her trail. There!, no, cut, cut, yes, I see iô now, he thought. Ne
boulder, the size of a house, and a huge sugar pine was a small opening.


Around the boulder he went, he had to be careful, the snow was deep and
powdery. After the boulder, the hill rose slightly, then turned again to
st, he followed. At last he entered a clearing, set back into the
mountain, she was there. The opening sloped gently down, but was almost
flat. It offered the most magnificient view of the Rocky Mountains in
Winter Park, and only they knew about it...

She was spreading a down sleeping bag on the slope, she looked up as he
turned the corner. "So, you made it", she said, teasing him. She wore
her ski suit, all her gear was leaning against the mountain's shear
cliff overhang. She reclined on the bag and pulled the zipper on her
suit fully half way down, exposing her bare skin to the sun, gleaming
off the deep snow pack. He looked funny, trying the walk fast in his
ski, with his suit sticking out in front.

He put his gear away and joined her on the bag, she had her eyes closed,
e cold air caressing her cleavage. She pulled the zipper down to just
under her crotch. Her nipples stood rocky hard, straight up, as she
leaned back in the snow. He was staying in his suit, watching her enjoy
the view, the snow, the cold, the fantasy...

He pulled his glove off and gently stroked her now fridged body, cupping
t, covering the cold nipples. With her head back, eyes closed, she
started breathing deeply. He ran his hand down her tight belly, ran his
finger around his navel. He plunged his hand into her crotch, probing
her recesses with his finger. As he suspected, she was a swamp in her
own juices, hotter than july in Death Valley.

Sitting up, he pulled her zipper down to her knee, she laid limp, lost
in her frosty world. He tasted her breasts, licking each one in turn,
flicking them with his tongue, nibbling ever so gently. With half his
body off in the snow, he moved between her thighs, a musky odor reached
for his senses. He rolled each fold of her around his tongue and lips,
chewing lightly here, there, biting the hidden point, sucking. She
moaned, far away, deep...

His ears stung from the cold, but it didn't affect her in the least. She
ucked against his searching, probing mouth. She came to life, clutching
his head, pulling him tighter into her seething valley. Holding her
legs, he continued to caress her point, making it grow, swell inside his
r back arched as she bit her lip to stifle the scream rising in her
throat. Reaching out, she sunk her hands into the snow, as her body
jerked to the tune he played inside her. Wave after wave of fire washed
over her body, melting the ice within her mind, cleansing her soul.

She smiled as her heavy lidded eyes opened to see her man, that
understanding face, loving eyes, and hot tongue! "God, I love him", she
thought. She sat up, toying with his zipper, "How about we wrestle in
the snow for bottom rights?" Smiling, he said, "Now, now, you're the one
who likes the cold, not me." She smiled back, "Alright, but hurry up,
I'm so horny, I could do my ski poles."

He quickly removed his boots, suit, gloves, all, burying himself in the
goose down bag. He pulled the bag over his feet and half way up his
legs. She giggled, watching him shiver in the cold, she would warm him
up soon enough...

Removing the rest of her clothes, she straddled his exposed hips. She
laid down on his chest, nuzzling his neck, feeling the cold air on her
back. He gently kissed her temple, stroking her hair, holding her to
him. She felt so warm, it didn't seem possible, considering where they
were. But it was fact, he could feel her warmth radiating down his
thigh, hot as lava flowing from within mother earth. Slowly she began
sliding up and down his body, rubbing her hot love over him. She could
feel him filling with hot blood, swelling in size, getting ready...

She knew how to tease him, she slid only far enough to wet him and
caress him. He loved every minute, finally, he could take no more,
grabbing her hips he pulled her up and let go. She slid down, like a
ship heading for dock, he plunged into her belly. They gasped together,
feeling the fires start, deep inside. She turned her hips to get the
most of him she could, feeling his every contour. She slowly slid up and
down, planting her knees in the snow, holding on to his shoulders. He
cupped her cheeks in his hands, pulling her up, letting her slide down,
up, down...

She pushed herself up to a sitting position with him completely within
her. He reached up, placed his hands just under her breasts for support.
e started bouncing, gently at first, then harder. Cold wind blew through
 hair, whipping it around her face, she looked like a wild animal, in
heat. With each landing she drove him deep inside, he could feel the
weight of her on his hands. He reached up with a thumb to caress her
nipples, they were so hard!

Continued...
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She moved her hands to his chest, taking each of his nipples between her
thumb and hand, squeezing as she rode her man. She loved to be on top,
she could drive him so deep! His hands moved down to her hips as he
began rising to meet her flesh as it asailed his body. He could feel
them settle as their heat warmed the new powder under them.

Her body warmed under his hand, he knew she would soon erupt. He slowed
their pace, wanting to love her forever. He could feel his own surge
coming, it would be worth waiting all year for! Her head snapped back as
her throat gurgled incoherantly. The savage passion written on his
woman's face was to much for him, his release came almost immediately,
without warning, like a dam bursting. He screamed into the bag, his head
grinding into the fabric, he nearly bucked her off. She hung on, feeling
the super hot fluid enter her, Oh god, again, yes, AGAIN. She squeezed
him again, a tidal wave of fire washed over her again, harder this time,
fuller, hotter, better...

In his excitement, his mind forgot to tell his sex to let go, he stayed
hard, very hard. She slowly sank down to his chest, sliding as far down
as she could, impaled as she was on him. She worked her hips, massaging
him slowly, slipping into another world, the cold closing in on her, the
light fading...

He pulled the bag over their exhausted bodies, careful not to disturb
her slumbering form. He slipped into darkness himself, feeling her
muscles twitch inside her, giving him reason to maintain the hard link,
tying their bodies together, forever. As he sank into the abyss, he
noted that he really didn't mind the cold all that much...

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