Coming In Hot - December 28
Six years after we both graduated from college I ran into Allison Caroll in the mall. While we were only casually acquainted in college, we found out that we had a lot in common now. Namely we are both obsessed with work and career. That was two and a half years ago and at the time Allison was an accountant with aspirations for a career in corporate management, since that time she has started her own investigative accounting firm. My name is Brad Marks, at the time I was a young lawyer is a large and prestigious firm, recently I've become a partner in a fast paced tech start up in the business of developing hardware and software for additive manufacturing. Neither of us were looking for a long term relationship, both us have a powerful interest in sex, but neither have the time or inclination to play the boyfriend/girlfriend game. We worked out a mutual agreement to meet mostly for sex on occasion, no strings attached; both are free to spend time with others between meetings. Despite our efforts our relationship has become more than simple fuck partners, but we still put work first and rarely see each other more than once a month. We have fallen into the pleasant habit of entertaining each other with juicy stories about our sex experiences with other partners. Sometimes the stories are real, sometimes fantasy, always titillating. The episodes in this series are best when read in sequence, this story in particular should be read after Episode 6, Fed, Fucked and Protected, and Episode 7, Vacationing Together.
The ski lifts open at 9:00 and Colorado is two time zones west of our home time zone. For the first two days we were up early and waiting near the front of the line for the first gondola ride up the mountain. On day three of skiing we woke up at 10:30 Colorado time and didn't manage to drag ourselves out of the condo until shortly after noon. The thin mountain air, hard work outs on the slopes and in the bedroom, and alcohol were taking a toll, but mostly we were relaxing, after months of frantic work we were enjoying some down time.
Allison was very concerned about how I was feeling, "are you OK? Was I too rough with you? Are you sore?" she repeated asked questions about how I might have been feeling without mentioning the strap-on experience which was the cause for her concern.
"My butt is happy babe, I'm not hurt, not disgusted, not in pain, no matter how kinky you get, sex with you is incredible and I always want more."
It was a gray and snowy day, at times it was snowing so hard that we couldn't see the ground from the gondola. On a hazy, snowy day it can feel like skiing in a bubble, all we could see was several yards away in any direction, we felt like the only people on the mountain until someone else would occasionally ski into our vision bubble. We were only able to make one run before meeting up with Mike and Kate, the couple from Cleveland who we met in the bar the day before. They had saved us a place at a table for four.
Kate is short, probably mid 30s, her body is somewhat broad, but it was hard to tell her shape with heavy ski clothes on. Mike is tall with broad shoulders and a thin waist. Both of them have a chiseled look to their faces.
"Sit here," Kate said to me as she motioned to a chair beside her, her coat was neatly folded and laying on the chair. "I thought you might need some padding to sit on." She gave me a serious look before the three of them broke out in laughter.
"When you get on the chairlift don't brush off the snow," advised Mike, "try sticking a hand full of snow down the back of your pants, that always helps."
I assured them that my woman knew what she was doing and that she used most of a tube of lube. I was in no way suffering or feeling any regret. "She is awesome," I told them. We got to know them better over lunch.
As it turned out both of them are body builders. Kate was involved in competitive body building events, Mike is her training partner. The two of them own a private investigation company and have extensive experience in skip tracing and recovery. Kate is an ex-cop and the primary muscle of the business, Mike accompanies her on bounty hunting projects when she needs back up, but it is Kate who has the weapons and martial arts training to handle any situation. The two of them and Allison had a good deal in common and they discussed ways their business could work with Allison's company, A Caroll & Associates.
Feeling like an outsider to the conversation, I made a scene of clearing my throat unnecessarily loud. When I got their attention I said, "I believe we are all on vacation, how about talking business next week."
The conversation shifted to what they were really interested in; women wearing strap-on cocks and initiating sex. They both had first time stories to share. Kate made it clear that she had plenty of experience wearing the strap-on with both men and women partners. We agreed to get together for dinner and continue the discussion and headed back to the slopes.
The two of them had a preference for the easier slopes while Allison and I preferred moguls, trees and steeps. We parted ways and agreed to meet later. Just after the lifts closed for the day Allison got a call from Kate, Mike had taken a tumble into a tree in the deep powder and thick haze. He was wearing his helmet so there was no serious damage but his shoulder was banged up. They would not be able to meet with us for dinner.
We had dinner at a rustic bar that was recommended by a ski instructor we met on a lift. We were looking for a restaurant that served elk steaks and finding one that was a local hang-out was exactly what we wanted. The elk was even better than expected, not as good as a slab of rare beef, but tasty none the less. Over dinner we talked about what might have been. "Do you think they wanted to get naked and party with us?" I asked Allison.
"There was no doubt that Kate had sex on her mind," said Allison, "but I don't know what was going with Mike. Surely he would have welcomed the opportunity to join us, but he didn't seem as enthusiastic as I expected."
"Maybe he is a watcher," I suggested, "maybe he just wanted to see you and Kate going at each other."
