It was Thursday night before another lonely Valentine's Day for me. I figured this year, I wouldn't stay home and mope and I didn't want to go to any singles dances either. I'd met and dated several women, but I'd never met the one girl that I truly wanted to live forever with. No, this year I decided to zip off to go skiing.
I made a reservation for a cabin, all for myself. The desk clerk was a little surprised that I was renting a cabin that slept six all for myself, but the money was the same for him regardless and he let me have it. I drove in on Thursday afternoon during a heavy snow, checked in, and found my way down the winding road to the small village of cabins. There were three in this particular cluster, and I parked in front of mine and brought my gear inside.
It was a nice little place with three bedrooms, each with a small gas fireplace, a kitchen, a living room and a dining room. The living room had a small television and connections for videos and games, but I knew I wouldn't be using them. This adventure was about getting away, not being connected to the rest of society. I needed time for myself.
It was too late to go skiing tonight, so I grabbed some space on the couch and started reading a little and enjoying the music on my phone.
At about 10pm, the phone rang, disturbing the quiet. It was the desk clerk. It seemed that one of the other cabins was overbooked with a party and he wanted to know if I would let two of them use one of the spare rooms. I knew my weekend of solitude was going to be a bust, but I couldn't say no and ruin their weekend. Besides, I figured if they were with a group, then they wouldn't be around much anyways.
The couple arrived fifteen minutes later, pulling up in a nice BMW. I saw them through the window as they got out and gathered their luggage, finally coming up to the door. I held it open for them as they came in, arms full of suitcases and ski gear.
Brian held his hand out to me and introduced himself and his fiancé Jennifer. They both seemed well off, and were definitely a handsome couple. She was a subdued stunner, to say the least. When she took off her coat and hat, shaking the snow from her, I was amazed by her beauty. Her hair was light brown and her eyes a beautiful hazel.
When I shook hands with her, there seemed to be a spark between us. It took a second for me to speak and even longer for me to let go. From the look in her eyes, she seemed to feel it too, as if we had met before, as if we had been close before.
I shook my head and laughed it off, allowing them to put their stuff away and disappear into their room for the evening. I slowly packed up my stuff and slipped into my room. As I lay on the bed, images of her kept rolling through my mind, trying to place where I might have seen her before. There were also images of us being intimate, images which fueled my soft, quiet masturbation, until I fell asleep.
*****
I woke up Friday and the sky was still dark and overcast, the snow falling. We were probably going to get another five or six inches today. But the powder was perfect for skiing. I got cleaned up and grabbed my bibs and gear and headed out. The group from the other cabins was meeting together in front of their cabin, Brian and Jennifer among them, as I walked to the back hill.
I latched my skis on and hit the hill. It was rather thrilling, skiing with the wind whipping by, the snow falling all over. The only sound was the wind and the swish of the skis. No one else even appeared to be around. When I finally reached the bottom, I took the near empty lift back up and saw the other group coming down behind me finally.
I skied most of the day completely on my own until late afternoon. A group of the guys arrived at the lift at the same time I did and we lined up. Brian got paired with me and we rode up together. Just after leaving the station, he hit me on the arm and indicated a girl on the ground.
"Damn, she's hot," he said. "That body is incredible, don't you think?"
"Yeah, she is," I agreed.
"I think I'll have to get a piece of that today... Oh yeah!" He was smiling broadly as his plan unfolded in his head.
I was puzzled that he was seriously considering it, being engaged, but figured he was just being a guy, talking big and not meaning it. I didn't think much else of it and rode the rest of the way up in peace.
After being by myself for the next hour I grew tired and headed over to the lodge. When I got inside, I saw the girl hanging on Brian, one arm around his neck. Her bibs were pulled down to her waist and she was wearing a tight ski shirt beneath. One of his arms was around her waist, holding her to him, the other was slowly stroking her chest, over her shirt as he talked to her and smiled.
She squirmed in his grasp, enjoying what he was doing to her, and pushed her thigh into his crotch, stroking him seductively.
I shook my head and went about my way, knowing that some guys were just jerks. I went to the counter and got some food and drink and headed back to the cabin. Jennifer was there ahead of me, in the kitchen preparing some food. We exchanged brief pleasantries, but didn't say much. I slipped onto the couch in the living room and ate while I read my book.
I could hear Brian and Jennifer, muffled, through the walls that night as I lay in bed. It was obvious they were getting intimate but Jennifer didn't sound happy, yelling at him for unknown reasons several times. The bed banged against the wall shortly before I finally heard them both climax with loud grunting. I shook my head in wonder, knowing that life was unfair.
My hand slid beneath the covers and I imagined Jennifer's cries of passion, her moans as I touched myself. I could almost feel her body shudder in climax as my orgasm overtook me.
*****
When I finally rolled out of bed on Saturday, it looked as if it was never going to stop snowing. I cleaned up and went into the living room and grabbed something to eat. I was just heading out to go skiing when I saw Brian and the new girl, Abigail, coming up to the cabins, hand in hand. They passed me, with Brian eyeing me carefully, then he called to me, asking me to wait a minute.
"God she's hot," he whispered. "Told you I'd get a piece of her... three times," he bragged. "So far." He laughed as he hit me on the shoulder.
"Aren't you engaged?" I asked. I really couldn't believe that he'd treat his fiancé this poorly... especially Jennifer.
"Fuck dude!" he said harshly. "I'm not married to her. It's not like I'm cheating on her." I shook my head as he jogged back to Abigail and watched them disappear into a nearby cabin.
I rolled my eyes and continued to the slopes. Every run I made, I wondered if I'd run into Jennifer. I wondered if I'd be able to say anything, be able to warn her about him. In the end, I knew I couldn't. It made the day seem to drag on and on and my heart just wasn't in it.
When I finally made it back to the cabin that night, Jennifer was there and Brian was out with his friends. It was the first time I was alone with her. We both sat on the couch eating and talking.
"So what do you do when you're not skiing?" she asked between mouthfuls.
"Well," I began, looking serious. "You know in the movies where the lead male has to get naked and the camera angle changes to be behind him, showing naked ass? Well, that's me. I'm an ass model."
She looked at me like a deer in the headlights and I waited a moment with a serious face, then laughed, shaking my head.
