Note- This tall tale did not happen in real life, only in my head.
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November, 2019.
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A ski vacation isn't all about getting up at the crack of dawn to catch the first lift of the day and tearing downhill as fast as you can. I liked the idea of relaxing amid the beautiful mountain scenery, breathing in the pure air and fucking young and virile skier's brains out.
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It was Gwyneth Paltrow who suggested we take a break in Aspen after my most recent adventures in the tropical Caribbean Islands. She and I had become close friends in the past year and so I had no problem spending a week in a ski chalet with her. Her elegance and natural warmth charmed everybody she met including yours truly and we had lots of fun. I'm more of a horse rider myself than a skier but I agreed to go as I had never been to Colorado before. As I stated I was more interested in the Apres Ski if you catch my snow drift. I spent the week before we left shopping for the right clothing and then we flew United the two hours to Aspen/Pitkin County Airport. Gwyneth and I were like minded and we both enjoyed open relationships. Karl and I actually spent more time apart than together and we were adult minded enough to let the other have extra marital sex if one was so inclined. I found that since marrying twice in recent years my sexual appetite had grown enormously and so we came to this compromise, providing he was in the know. Free of making the show also lifted a burden from my shoulders and I was determined to let my hair down.
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"Wow, it's huge!"
Gwyneth was as surprised as I as we arrived at our luxury chalet and took in the large living area. It had a great sofa area with two enormous four seaters opposite each other, both vying for the splendid view of the mountains from the ceiling to floor window. The four bedrooms each had king beds with en suite bathrooms and Gwyneth especially loved the chef's style kitchen. We had decided to eat on the cheap and she had purchased some fine food from the deli close by and I left her in charge of preparing meals. We felt right at home and once settled in we visited one of the rental providers for our skis, poles and Aspen-Leaf logoed boots. After an exhausting day we hit the hay with dreams of the upcoming snow and fun.
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We headed out to Buttermilk Mountain which was the preferred slope for beginner's like myself. I had on my new black ski jacket with the zip up front and faux fur trim, and stretch nylon fabric pants. While Gwyneth headed off to the more advanced slopes I hung back on the nursery slopes and hooked up with Ken who was to be my ski instructor. I had chosen the option of having personalized coaching to avoid any unwanted attention on being recognised. For a cool $965 a course Ken would spend all his time on me alone. The terrain was spectacular and had uncrowded slopes and an express lift. We had a great first lesson and it seemed a natural thing to give him a thank you kiss.
"Thanks for everything, Ken. I had a great time."
As I intended to give him a peck on the cheek I was surprised and pleased when he turned his head and his lips met mine in a four second smooch. Instead of flinching or pulling away I returned the kiss and flung my arms around him. The next day was more of the same and I found myself gazing at Ken for long periods instead of paying attention to class. The morning flew by and we ended the session with another kiss, this time with open mouths and searching tongues. Our eyes lingered on each others and without a word I took his glove and sought out a quiet spot behind the training lodge. The earlier blue sky had darkened and the sound of a snow machine nearby signalled that flurries were directly overhead.
"Quick!"
We removed our skis and as the snow began to fall softly on us we hugged tightly and kissed in a long and lingering embrace. With a sense of daring I let my glove push inside his open coat and I lifted his shirt out of his waist band. As we backed up against the wooden wall he gripped me around my waist and the hard bulge in front of his ski pants pressed on my thigh. Despite the fact it was mighty cold at this time of the year it did not cramp our style. The snow was powdery and crunched under our boots and only the sound of the wind drowned out my increasing groans as Ken shook his left glove off and unzipped my jacket to stroke my tits. I tilted my head back as he unbuttoned my blouse and I shivered as the cold air made my nipples stiffen. A hundred exquisite tingles were sent through my pussy as he gently caressed my breasts with his warm hand. I became aware that he had released his erect cock with his other hand and he cheekily placed it in my hand. I glanced down and made a big 'O' with my mouth as I took in the sizeable organ in my fist.
"Now, that's a nice cock," I thought, feeling my pussy juice up just at the very sight of a big knob. With blouse wide open my tits were exposed to the elements and the odd snowflake fell on my pale flesh. I yelped as I was made to face the wall and I grinned as Ken tugged my ski pants and panties down to my knees. Despite the cold my pussy was on fire and Ken made my heart pound as he frigged me with two fingers. He was no novice as he expertly thumbed my clitoris at the same time his digits slid in and out of my soft folds. He stopped all of a sudden and I turned my head to see him stroke his cock to full erection before placing the fat helmet at my wet entrance. He slid into my slick box with ease and I leaned up against the wall and braced myself. He began to shunt in and out as he held my waist in both hands.
"Fuck!"
Each time he shoved inside me made me gasp as sublime quivers of pleasure sent me delirious with joy. I fought to catch my breath as he filled me up, not only from his thick length but, I'm guessing, from the high altitude. First time I ever had sex 8,000 feet above sea level. Not the last time though dear readers, stay tuned!
"You're so tight!" Exclaimed the guy, but I think it was his huge size that made that appear so. As the snow got thicker so Ken shifted gear and began to slam me into the wall so that my face was pressed hard to the wall and my helmet banged on it repeatedly. His powerful thrusting caused me to stand on the toes of my boots as his huge knob pushed in me ever deeper. The incredible friction of him driving up inside my clenching pussy sent me over the top and I came hard on his throbbing shaft. Ken grunted and held my waist tightly as he felt my orgasm and he exploded inside my spasming cunt. We stayed still and he pushed his body up to my back until we recovered from the amazing quickie. I wriggled back into my ski pants and closed my jacket as we hurried back inside the lodge as the snowfall got worse. I decided to invite him back to the chalet later that evening and to my delight he readily agreed. When I met up with Gwyneth she had had also invited a guy she had met and so we prepared a cosy little foursome. After two days on the slopes and snow we were both up for a little tender loving care.
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At this time of the year the sun was gone by three and we turned all the lights on. When the guys arrived together an hour later we hastened them inside as the snow was coming down in heavy flurries. They kicked off their boots and I ushered them into the main living area. Gwyneth fetched several dishes of various treats and also a bottle of Merlot. Quite the busy woman in the kitchen the cute blonde had prepared a repast of a Caesar salad, fish tacos, almond brioche French toast and a mouth watering chocolate torte.
"Glad you both could make it. Looks a little rough out there."
"It looks that way."
"Come over by the fireplace, it's nice and cosy." The guys were great company and now I realised that Ken was quite the charmer with his enchanting smile and soft voice. As he spoke about his life on the mountains he pressed his left thigh to my bare right leg and made no attempt to move it throughout the duration of the meal. The warmth of him next to me sent a thrill of anticipation through me as Gwyneth caught my eye and gave me a mischievous wink.
"You know Kaley, that sweater really does things for you. Right Ken?"
I studied her with her straight fair hair framing her smiling face with the full smile and mentally thanked her. Ken looked at my boobs that thrust out from my fuzzy cashmere sweater. They were in fact my pride and the best thing I ever did was get them enhanced. Each time any of us drained our glasses she was there to keep them fully charged. After an hour had passed we had drained two and a half bottles and were all pretty much feeling tipsy as we made our way to the opposing sofa's. Immediately Gwyneth and Chad began to neck and fondle each other with a heated passion.
"They make a good couple." I stated as I took a moment to check Chad out.
He sported a full beard that made him look somewhat older than his thirty years. He was about half a foot taller than Ken and a little heavier. He has a certain twinkle in his blue eyes and I noted that Gwyneth had a hard time tearing her gaze away from him.
"So do we."
I was brought back to earth as Ken let his hand drop to my left leg and I cooed happily as he let it travel up to between my parted thighs. As he gave me a squeeze we kissed and I ran my fingers across his broad chest. My legs gave way and I spread them out to give Ken access to my panties which he cupped in one hand. I looked at the other couple and saw Gwyneth slide her leggings down and whip off her panties.
"That is so hot."
Her eyes closed as Chad teased her clit with his fingertips and probed her pink interior. This was more than a red blooded girl could take and I stood up and dropped my own black leggings and panties and crooked a finger to Gwyneth. She kissed me on the mouth and I kissed her back, tasting her tongue with mine. She then bent over and lapped at my bared snatch as she herself was tongued by Chad. Delicious sensations ran up my spine as Ken nibbled my ear and neck from behind, his hands massaging my tits under my knitted sweater. I love it when a guy pays attention to my boobs, really gets my pussy flowing. I wobbled on unsteady feet as Gwyneth licked my pussy and my juices oozed into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the top of my vulva and my head snapped back as I howled and trembled. Chad ceased his licking of Gwyneth and waggled his knob for attention. The blonde minx clucked her tongue and pushed him back onto the sofa and dropped to her knees.
"That looks like a good idea," laughed Ken and I swiveled back to face my new lover.