Ski Cabin Fever

I hadn't been skiing for sometime, and today looked like the PERFECT day for some serious downhill. I parked the van, gathered my stuff together and headed for the registration desk to purchase my lift ticket. It was busy and there was a hell of a lineup. I needed to find a place to put my equipment while I waited in line. I noticed a spot in between a couple of other skis and poles and quickly dashed over so I wouldn't lose my place in line. I basically threw my equipment up on the rack, turned and tripped over my own feet, flat on my face. As I brushed myself off, and picked up my head, I saw her. She was staring at me as if I was a lost puppy who had lost his way home. She asked me if I needed a hand.. I didn't respond, I couldn't respond, I was lost for words... She waited, heard nothing, grabbed her equipment beside mine and said “Well, see you on the slopes” and she was gone. Needless to say, I lost my place in line. DAMN!

It was worth it, I couldn't get her out of my mind. She was dressed from head to toe in white. She wore ski pants that came up around her hips and a tight turtle neck sweater which excentuated what looked like a perfect pair of round and plentiful breasts. Her golden hair fell over her shoulders and boy to I love blondes, very sexy. She WAS the ski bunny I've always dreamed of meeting. Funny, how I had to trip over my own feet to meet her. I never imagined it to be that way.

The rest of that morning, I was in a daze. I was also pissed at myself for not saying a word to her. Here was my opportunity and I blew it. She was alone at the time, but who knows, maybe she was just catching up to her boyfriend or husband. Who am I kidding, why would a woman like that be single.

Well, the entire afternoon went by without a trace of her. This was going to be my last run down the hill, and my only night at the chalet. I guess this is exactly what I expected my 1 day jaunt to be like. Ski, have a bite to eat and sleep. Too bad, I was given such a great room at the chalet. It was very big, with a fireplace, large bed, hot tub, and all the luxuries to go along with it. It WOULD have been perfect.

I made it halfway down the hill, when I stopped for a breather. I lifted my goggles to let the cool breeze hit my face and eyes. Just then, I heard a scream.... “LOOK OUT”!!!!!! I quickly turned behind me, and before I knew it, I was face down in the snow.... Someone had fallen and slid right into my feet and flipped me right over. As I brought my head out of a mound of snow, I wiped my eyes only to see HER a few feet in front of me lying on her back. Whatever pain I felt, quickly disappeared, and I rushed over to see if anything was wrong.

When I got to her, she was holding her arm. I didn't want to seem totally taken by her so I calmly asked her if she was ok, and if there was anything I could do. She told me she couldn't move it as she winced from the pain. I did whatever I could do..... I slowly helped her up onto her skis, and gathered her poles which ended up a few yards away. This was the first time we were both on our feet at the same time. She was my height. (YES! I said to myself, not to show too much jubilation) I really just wanted to help her at this point. It was unfortunate the way it turned out. I feared she had a broken arm and in some sort of way, I was the one to blame. I was the one she skied into! Taking a quick scan of the hill, we seemed to be the only 2 left. I took a hold of her hand and we slowly made it down the mountain.

The whole way down, it was hard to keep my eyes off her. And, I know she noticed that. Every so often she would glance over to me and we would lock eyes, and she would quickly turn her head back away with such a great shy smile.. I still had a hard time saying anything to her. But I forced out a..... “that looked like a nasty fall back there”, are you ok? She answered.... “of course I'm ok, silly boy”, as she quickly snatched her poles from my hands and started skiing away from me.

I realized that this whole INCIDENT was a put on and I quickly raced after her. I heard her giggling with delight as I tried to catch up to her. Well, it wasn't even a close race, she was an accomplished skier and beat me down the hill hands down. When I finally stopped beside her at the bottom of the hill, she extended her hand and said, “Hi, I'm Brittany, but you can call me Brit”.. Nice to meet you Brit, I'm Alan.

Well Alan, I think I owe you an apology, I was just having a little fun with you. Could I make it up to you? Would you like to have dinner with me tonight? HUH? Was I hearing things? Did she just ask ME to have dinner with her? Sure, I'd like that very much, I replied.... Finally something came out sounding somewhat normal.

Great then, why don't you pick me up at my chalet at about 7ish. It's chalet #7 at the Beachwood complex. Ok then, its a date, as she turned and started to ski away. Ummmm... Brit? Just one more thing. Where are we going for dinner? What should I wear? She just looked back over her shoulder with a devilish smile and replied, just wear something nice.

I only had a couple of hours till our date. Back in my chalet, not only did I need to get ready for a date of a lifetime, but I also wanted to prepare my place for the chance of her coming back here for a nightcap. So, I hopped in the shower, shaved, and got dressed. I put on some nice casual black pants, nice shoes, a crewneck sweater and a blazer to match. Sprayed myself with some Obsession and began to get my chalet ready. Champagne was chilling, the music was set, the logs for a roaring fire were standing by, nothing was left to chance. This night had to be perfect.

I hopped out of my car, and walked toward her door. I Stood for a moment, fixed my jacket, took a deep breath and as I extended my finger to push the doorbell, the door swung open.

What happened next was the kind of thing you might see in a movie. I stood there with my jaw down to the floor. Needless to say, I was stunned. I panned up her from her shoes to the top of her head. She was a vision to behold. She was dressed all in black, extremely sexy. Black pumps, and a one piece killer outfit that fit snugly around every curve she had, and she had some heavy-duty curves on her. Just a hint of cleavage was visible as her dress hugged her full and round chest. I guess I didn't realize what a great body she had since I only saw her in her ski suit. This was a body made for sin. She just stood there smiling as I looked over every inch of her. Then she said, “Do you like what you see, Alan?” Oh yes, I do, you look beautiful tonight. I can't take my eyes off you. She actually looked like she was blushing after that line. Well, you are sweet, thank you... Are you ready to go? Yes, lets!

Even walking to the car, I couldn't help but stare. I've never been the kind of guy to walk into a room where all men's heads would turn to look at who I'm with, until now. As it happens, we never did make it to the restaurant. What happened in the car, on the way, was memorable.

I opened her door, took her hand and watched as she slid into her seat, as her dress rode up her leg to reveal her smooth upper thigh. I got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking. OK, then... where to? Where would you like to eat? I asked her. She looked at me with a sly smile and said, I don't know about you, but I'm not very hungry as she put her hand on my thigh and gave it a slight squeeze. I almost hit the roof with excitement as I'm sure she noticed. “Can we go back to your place?” I didn't even have to say yes, she saw the answer in my expression. I started to drive while her hand was firmly on my thigh. How far to your chalet? Oh, maybe about 10 minutes or so, not very far. Ok, she said, just keep driving.

Huh? I thought, but I didn't have to ponder that statement for very long. It was evident what was about to happen. Her hand slid up and down my leg and then back up and over my crotch. I squirmed in my seat. “Just keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road” as she pressed harder onto my even harder cock. She reached over with both hands to my belt buckle and undid it swiftly and easily. Unzipped my pants and pulled them down as far as she could. This could get dangerous I thought to myself, but the thought had soon passed as she leaned down and took my shaft into her wanting hot mouth...... She let out a moan that sent chills through me, I thought I was about to cum on the spot. I loved to hear her moan like that. She sucked on my light and hard as I had a hard time concentrating on the road. I've never experienced this before. She was working magic on me, sucking and licking the head of my cock as I drove fast and slow, not taking much notice that my foot was working with a mind of its own. I was in heaven as Brit's head was pumping up and down over my stiff hard cock. We were just about there and I was so close to cumming when she lifted her head, wiped the bottom of her lips with the side of her hand, shyly smiled and asked me If I liked my appetizer. Yes, I loved my appetizer! That was probably the best appetizer I've ever had in my life!! I said without exaggeration. Good, how about we go inside for the main course? I'd like that very much, I'm starved!!

I swung open the door to the chalet and let Brit walk in ahead of me. I shut the door behind me and put the locks on the door. I asked Brit if I could remove her coat and she obliged. The stage was set. The only thing was. I had no food! Then again.... with the look in Brit’s eyes... I doubt food was important for THIS main course. I opened up the closet door and tossed Brit’s coat inside not caring to put it properly on a hanger. There were MORE important fish to fry as they say. As she scanned the chalet, I walked over to the CD player and asked her if I could put some music on. She said yes, and requested a very strange type of music. She asked for dance music. This got me thinking to myself. This is hardly the time and place for dancing, but hey, as far as I was concerned, this was HER night, and SHE called the shots. The chalet was stacked with all varieties of music. I found something that suited her just fine and pressed play. Not wanting the music to spoil the soft romantic setting, I put the volume down low, and proceeded to join her on the couch that she had already made herself comfortable on. As I sat down beside her, she stood up. Hmmm.... what’s going on now? I thought to myself. She walked over to the CD and pumped up the volume. So much so, I could start to feel the pumping of the base throughout the chalet. I asked her, what she wanted to do, and why she wanted the music so loud. She replied, “Trust me Alan, you’ll soon know why”.

The beat was strong. Loaded with base and drums.. pounding and pounding a constant beat. I think I’m starting to understand why she wants this music. It does have a certain sexual flavour or theme to it.