Just so you know, it takes a while for the story gets sexy.
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Great, now his other buddy decided to bail out as well. John had planned to go snowboarding with 2 of his friends, but one of them had to back out at the last minute due to a situation at work (somebody called in sick and he had to cover). Now his other friend texted him with more bad news. "Screw them, I'll just go on my own!" he thought.
John (30, single) lived in the center of Holland, a small country in the (North) West of Europe. Known for being totally flat, but there are a few indoor ski-slopes dotted around the country. The most South Eastern part of the country dips down in between Belgium and Germany and actually has some hills in it. Out there you find a 550 meter (1/3 of a mile) long indoor slope with a ski-lift that seats 6 people at a time. All the other slopes in the country are a lot shorter and only have the lifts that drag you along on a rope. It was nearly a 2 hour drive for John to get to this particular slope, but the longer slope and better lift system made up for that.
Going on his own meant that he could start the day extra early and by 11 o'clock he was on his first run down the hill. The facility had differently shaped slopes along each side of the chairlift, with a fun park underneath the lift. John was happy just to cruise down the slope working on his carving technique. His friends were better at the jumps and tricks. He would always try a few simple tricks when he was out with his friends. But today he focused totally on carving and trying to ride fakey (backwards).
He was having a great time, going pretty fast, when all of a sudden he heard a woman scream and the next thing he knew somebody had hit him on his back. He couldn't hold his balance and went down. He was not hurt, so he looked over to see what had happened and if the other person might be hurt.
"Gaat het?" ("Are you OK?" in Dutch) he said to the woman lying in the snow.
She grabbed her right knee and said (in English) "Ah, my knee!"
Most Dutch people speak pretty good English, so he understood and switched to English.
"How bad is it?" he said.
"I'll live", she replied.
During the fall they had skidded to the right hand side of the slope, so they were out of harm's way. He undid his board, walked over to her and reached out a hand to try and help her up. She managed to get up, but immediately grabbed her knee again.
"Aww, I guess I'm done for the day".
She put her arm over his shoulder, so she could get her weight of her leg/knee.
"Time for a coffee?" he said.
"Sure, as long as I get to sit down somewhere" she replied.
He guided her towards a post along the slope, on to which she could hang on whilst he used a steel cable and a lock to secure their boards to the same post. Carrying two boards whilst helping this woman of the slope would be too much.
"I'll come back for those later" he said as they stated to make their way down the last bit of slope, then though the doors out of the freezer into the locker-room which in turn lead into the lobby.
One of the ladies behind the front desk spotted them and came over to see if she could offer any assistance. She suggested an icepack for the hurt knee, but the foreign lady didn't think it would be necessary. "You know where to get one if you need one later", she said as John and the English speaking stranger walked off into the restaurant.
The restaurant was half empty, with most people sitting more towards the kitchen/buffet area in the back. They decided to grab the first table they came across. Once she got seated, John decided to introduce himself.
"I'm Anna, nice to meet you", was her reply. "Thank you for helping me and sorry for bumping into you and ruining your afternoon."
"Don't mention it. I'm OK and I needed a break anyway. Now can I get you that coffee or something else?"
"A hot chocolate would be nice, if they have that over here?"
"I think that shouldn't be a problem, I'll be right back" and of he went to get them some drinks.
On the way over to the buffet the thought to himself that this woman somehow looked familiar, but he had no idea where from.
By the time he came back to their table, Anna had taken of her coat and had opened up the zipper on the high collar of her fleece sweater. Her helmet was replaced by a knitted hat. As he sat the tray with hot chocolates down on the table, it hit him: she looks like Roxy Raye! One of his favorite porn stars, known for her ability to take all kinds of fun (big) things up her butt hole. He was not sure if it was really her and decided to play it cool.
"So Anna, you sound American, what brings you out here?"
"I'm in Amsterdam on business and I had kept the weekend free, thinking I could go to the Alps for some snow fun. But stupid American me, assumed the Alps where a lot closer by then they really are!" (It's about a 10 hour drive to get to the Alps/mountains from Holland) "But then somebody at the hotel suggested I'd come here instead."
They spent the next hour talking about snowboarding, how long they had been doing it and all the places they visited on their trips to the snow. By now John was almost certain that it was Roxy, she sounded just like the woman from the porn videos. But he decided not to mention it, as they were having such a nice time.
At one point "Anna" wanted to see through the window from the restaurant into the "freezer" as John had started to laugh at a beginner that was clearly struggling with his skis at the bottom of the slope, just on the other side of the window. But as she moved, she made a noise that got Johns attention.
"Damn this knee still hurts! Maybe you could escort me to my hotel room as I think I might need to elevate my leg for a bit."
"Are you staying at the hotel here?"
"Yeah, just for tonight. I need to be back in Amsterdam Sunday night."
"OK, show me the way" he said as he got up. She grabbed hold of his shoulder again and the limped towards the lobby.
John made them stop at the front desk and asked for an icepack. The lady behind the counter went back into an office and came back with a gel ice pack. Roxy explained that she was staying at the hotel and that she would return it in the morning.
From the lobby they took an elevator up to here room on the second floor. Trying to get her key card out of her pant pocket whilst holding on to John for support was not easy, but she managed it in the end. They stumbled into their room laughing. She sat down on her bed (the first pieces of furniture that they came across) and he handed her the ice pack. She pulled up the leg of her baggy board pants up over here knee and then applied the cold gel pack on her sore knee.
As she looked up from here knee, she saw an alarm clock on the bedside table. It ready five o'clock.
