("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2009. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Specter Of Grizzly Mountain by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com) *** After she arrives at a ski resort for some peace and quiet, Bridget Fonda suddenly falls in love with a mysterious stranger who may or may not be a spooky local legend. (MF, celeb, rom, fantasy) *** You know, I do believe that if some people want to go somewhere to get away from the stress of their jobs and give themselves some peace and quiet, they might want to go to a ski resort, where they could also enjoy some skiing. One of those people happens to be a movie-star actress named Bridget Fonda, who has already finished filming the last few scenes of her latest film project and decided to go to Montana ski resort for some rest. That particular Montana ski resort happens to be Grizzly Mountain and as soon as she had arrived at the resort on the Twenty-Seventh day of January -- which happens to be her birthday -- and walked over to the front desk to check herself in, Bridget was unaware that a pair of eyes were staring at her and those eyes were attached to a handsome young man. Anyway, after she had gone into her room and got herself settled in, Bridget had changed her clothes, took out her skies and left her room to join the other snow bunnies on the slopes. But then, as soon as she had arrived at the top of one of the ski runs, a curious Bridget had suddenly heard a small group of college students--who had arrived for some fun of their own -- talk about the wooden plaque on a tree that tells the story of a local legend known as the Specter of Grizzly Mountain. According to the legend, a handsome young skier and his beautiful female lover had foolishly decided to ski all the way down the most dangerous ski run in the entire resort, Deadman's Run. After they've gotten to the top of Deadman's Run, the two lovers were about to start skiing down the entire run, only to have the female skier stop right where she was, because she had an uneasy feeling about it. And so, in order to ease her fears, the male skier has decided to ski down the run alone, only to have him do a loud Tarzan call while doing it and cause a ton of snow to slide down the mountain and towards the unsuspecting victim. After she had spotted the large wave of snow heading towards her lover, the shocked female skier had tried to warm him, but her warning had came to him too late, for after he had stopped and turned towards her, the monstrous snow wave had smashed itself right on top of the male skier and killed him instantly. Now, according to the legend, the male skier's ghost returns to the ski resort every year and had a romantic relationship with a woman whose beauty is like that of his long-lost love. Well, after they've read the legend on the wooden plaque, Bridget had looked at the college students, let out a small giggle and said, "I just can't believe that you guys are perfectly willing to believe that piece of bull-shit. There's no such thing as ghosts." And with that, Bridget had gotten her skies on, took a deep breath and started skiing down one of the other ski runs -- all the way down to the very bottom, where she had discovered that very same handsome young male - - who was staring at her back at the resort--clapping his hands and saying, "Marvelous! Simply marvelous!" "Well, I'm glad that I wasn't able to disappoint," said a smiling Bridget, after she had taken a deep breath and removed her skies. "By the way, who are you?" "Oh, I'm sorry. I just forgot to tell you what my name is," said the male stranger, after he had stepped closer to Bridget and held out a friendly hand. "My name is Roger Morgan. I've just came here to get myself some peace and quiet." And after she had heard that, Bridget had let out a sigh of relief, placed her gentle hand on top of Roger's and said, "Well, that really makes two of us. You see, I've also came here for the exact same reason." And then, after they've shared a small chuckle between them, a curious Bridget had picked up her skies and asked, "Would you like to continue this little conversation in my room?" "Sure thing, Bridget," answered Roger, while he was following Bridget all the way back to the resort. "I just hope that you've had all of your shots." Just then, after she had let out a small giggle and they've finally made it back to the resort, the two newfound friends had walked into Bridget's room, where she had placed her skies inside a closet and asked, "Well, what do you think we should do first, Roger?" "It's funny you should ask, Bridget," answered Roger, after Bridget had turned towards him and he had placed his gentle hands on her arms and moved his lips closer to hers, only to have a reluctant Bridget move her head away from Roger's. Taking a deep breath and saying, "I'm sorry, Roger. I really don't think that we should be doing this. You see, I'm actually not..." But then, just as she was about to say another word, Roger had placed the tips of his fingers on Bridget's lips and said, "No, Bridget. You don't have to say anything. You also don't need to be afraid. All you need to do is relax... and enjoy it." And with that, both Roger and Bridget had kissed each other ever so passionately on the lips, just before they've removed all of their clothes and placed their nude bodies on the bed. "Aaaahhhh, yes! That's it! Do it, Roger!" said Bridget, after Roger had started licking all over her body -- all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and caressing her firm breasts. "Touch me! Touch me there baby! Suck my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh yes!" And then, at that exact moment, Bridget had suddenly realized that she was experiencing something that she hadn't experienced with someone outside of Hollywood before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed erotica--and enjoying every minute of it. Just then, after Roger had placed his stiff cock inside her asshole and used each of his hands to caress both her breasts and pussy, a sexually-energized Bridget had placed her gentle hands on his bare arms and yelled, "AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! SLAM IT ALL INTO ME! MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!" And then, after they've started moving harder and faster and their lovemaking has reached its final ski run, the two newfound lovers had cum and collapsed due to exhaustion. After they were both finally able to catch their breath, Bridget had placed her head on Roger's chest, let out a sigh and said, "Oooohhhh, Roger. That felt soooo gooood. I just wish that we could stay together forever." Then, after Roger had placed his gentle hand on top of Bridget's head and they've snuggled-up to each other, the two lovers had fallen asleep within their naked arms, while the rest of the resort had moved on with its normal daily business. But then, after she had woken-up from her little nap and discovered that she was the only one in the room, Bridget had put on a bathrobe, stepped out of her room and walked over to the front desk, where she had placed her hands on the desk and said, "Excuse me. Could you please tell me where I might be able to find a guy named Roger Morgan?" And after the desk clerk has heard what Bridget had said, he had taken a deep breath, placed his gentle hands on top of hers and said, "Miss, I hate to tell you this. But Roger Morgan was the name of the unfortunate skier who had died on Deadman's Run." And after she had heard that, a shocked Bridget had stared at her reflection on the mirror behind the front desk and discovered that the words 'NOW DO YOU BELIEVE IN GHOSTS?' were written on it. THE END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. 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