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Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make more sense if you have read "Three J's and an S Go Skiing, Day1 & Day 2 ."
For the most part, the stories in this series are pretty mild.
If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.
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"Come on sleepy heads," yelled Sara. "You told me to wake you up at 8:30 so we could hit the slopes as soon as the lifts were going. Breakfast is on the table."
The Three J's came into the kitchen wearing their nightclothes. Julie was wearing cotton pajamas, and Joan had on a long flannel nightshirt. Judy, however, was wearing a black, almost see through nightie with nothing underneath it. Her nipples puckered slightly as she walked through the cool air next to the patio doors that led to the deck. Her pubic area was completely bare, but Joan, Julie and Sara already knew that from several sessions together in the hot tub. Sara even knew that Judy must have had her bush lasered away because there was no stubble detectable to her tongue, and even the best wax job remains truly that smooth for only a day or two.
"Who were you expecting last night?" asked Julie.
Joan, who was sharing the bedroom with Judy answered, "She says she forgot to pack something to sleep in. That is her 'emergency nightie' that just happened to be in one of the side pockets of her suitcase."
"Who were you hoping to run into up here?" asked Julie.
"The rescue guy was kind of cute," answered Judy. "You never know..., and a girl should be prepared."
"You don't have his number, or his name," said Joan. "So I don't think you have much of a chance with him."
"Oh, I've got his number," answered Judy with a huge smile as she pointed to a big magnet stuck to the front of the refrigerator. It was a red square with a white cross in the middle of it and the words 'Snow Rescue' above and below the cross in big white letters. Across the bottom of the square in slightly smaller letters were three phone numbers which were labeled, Office, Lift Area, and Emergency."
"What are you going to do?" snorted Julie, "Call and say you have an emergency case of the hornies and need those two hunks on snowmobiles to come to your rescue."
"I've heard worse pickup lines," said Joan.
Julie responded, "Now that I think of it, those two guys last night looked pretty good. I wouldn't mind calling Snow Rescue for them to come help me with my hornies. Sara is nice, but I really need a man, and I was hoping there might be some action up here."
Sara, meanwhile, finished serving breakfast and joined them at the table.
When the conversation lulled into an extended period of quiet, Julie looked over at Judy's stiff nipples and commented, "I didn't realize so much cold air drifted over here from the patio doors. Maybe we should close the blinds."
"You three are making me feel naked," responded Judy.
"You are naked," snorted Julie.
"I forgot jammies or a nightshirt. OK? And my underwear is not really comfortable to sleep in. I'm the least dressed one here.... I know. Let's change the subject."
"If it would make you more comfortable, I could take off my nightshirt," offered Sara. "Then you wouldn't be the least dressed one."
Judy didn't say anything, but Sara stood, reached up, pulled her long T-shirt up over her head, and then sat back down naked. "There, now you aren't the least dressed one here."
Joan laughed softly, shook her head and said, "Let's just finish breakfast, shall we. We did come up here to ski, after all, and we have a chance to ski all day on the slopes by ourselves today. Once they get the highway back open, this place will be packed."
The girls followed Joan's advice, completed breakfast and got dressed for skiing. As they were getting their coats and parkas out of the closet, Sara stopped, walked over to the end table by the couch and picked up something. It was her "J J J" collar.
"You won't need that on the slopes," said Joan.
"It isn't just a symbol for sex or servitude for me," said Sara in a soft voice that seemed to be full of emotion. "The Three J's are my masters and my protectors. This makes me feel close and protected. You guys have a lot more experience than I do. I am pretty much a Snow Bunny, and we will be going down the main hills. I'm relying on you to protect me."
"Don't worry, Sara Bunny," answered Joan. "I will protect you from any big bad wolves we meet on the way. And don't worry. The slope behind us is actually an intermediate slope, so you should be OK. The black diamond slope for the really serious skiers is on the other side of the mountain."
Sara pressed her lips together in thought and said, "I'll still wear my collar. It won't show under my ski mask anyway."
A few minutes later the four girls were putting on their skis in the back yard and preparing to head down the slope.
Joan gave some final instructions. "Now remember, all you have to do to get to the chair lifts is stay on this path until it merges into the main slopes. There isn't really anywhere else you can go, so that will be easy."
"When we want to come back to the cabin, we need to turn off the main slope about one-third of the way down. That is the easy turn, and there is a big blue sign that says 'Parallel Slope.' It's so big because it used say something like 'Reserved for Snowboarders and other Non-skiers' but now they let the boarders go anywhere."
"The hard part is the path that leads to this cabin. The sign is smaller, brown, and just has an image of a cabin and an arrow. I'll remind you of all this again when we come back to the cabin for lunch."
The next two hours were heavenly skiing. The powder was fresh and there was absolutely no crud on the slopes. When they rode the chairs to the top they could see no one else on the slope beneath them. In fact, they could clearly see the trail of their skis from the previous run
Joan took that as an opportunity to instruct Sara on her skiing. "You see where the lines are clear as you turn? You are carving exactly right there. But over there where everything is all mixed up you were skidding or slipping pretty badly and you shouldn't have been at such low speed on such good snow. It's all in how you bend your legs and where you put your body weight. I'll show you before we start down for out next run."
A little before noon, the girls decided it was time to go back to the cabin for lunch. "I want to try something," said Sara. "I may never get a chance to try this again, but the slopes are empty except for us. They don't even have attendants at the ski lifts."
The Three J's looked at her waiting to hear what it was that she wanted. She smiled broadly at all three of them and said, "I want to ski back to the cabin naked."
