I'd spent the day cross-country skiing. It was something that my ex had gotten me into, and I appreciated. Great workout, low impact, much cheaper than downhill, and also opened me to trying biathlon. I had driven my ex nuts on biathlon - I never missed a shot at the range the resorts had set up, and she almost never hit one. Of course, having been in the Army in infantry and special warfare helped - lots of rounds downrange, as they say.
I was putting my skis in my car (unlike most, I didn't have a SUV or AWD, trusting to great snow tires and experience) when I saw motion at the car next to me - a RAV4, as it turned out. As I looked over, a woman started loading her skis, poles, etc., into it. She had her back to me and was wearing solid bright silver cross-country ski pants, with a multi-colored jacket. But what caught my eye was her ass - it looked absolutely perfect. In fact, it caught my eye so much that I'm afraid I stared at it - instead of just taking a look, I was flat-out staring.
"Can I help you with something?" I finally heard her say.
I was caught red-handed, and had to laugh. "No, thanks. Just enjoying the day." That part was true, at least as far as it went.
"Oh. It looked like you were staring at me." Not an accusatory tone -- lighter than that.
I thought for a split-second and then replied, "Well, you certainly caught my eye."
She laughed. "Oh, come on -- be honest." It was only then that I saw the mirror in the back of her car.
"Hmmmm. Well, if you want total candor, I was staring at your ass." I had been, too.
"So I saw. And?" She was talking over her shoulder as she put her skis in her RAV4, leaving me a great view of her ass.
What the hell. I was unlikely to ever see her again, so why not let fly with a compliment? "To be direct, you have the most spectacular ass I've ever seen."
Her eyes flared a bit at that, and she turned toward me, though not completely. She was purposely staying at an angle so I could still see that marvelous butt.
"Thanks - but is that it? That's all you thought?" Just a hint of an impish quality in how she said it, with a smile to match.
What the hell -- in for a penny, in for a pound, right? "Well, if you really want to know, I did think that it must feel amazing and that it'd be hot to squeeze."
She looked at me thoughtfully for a moment and then laughed - maybe surprised I had admitted everything. "Go ahead." She still had that impish look in her eye, mixing with what looked like... desire.
"What?" I'd expected a lot of possible responses - and that was not one of them!
"Come over here and squeeze my ass and see if it is as good as you thought." She motioned me over to her car, the sunlight starting to slowly fade.
"Seriously? In the middle of the parking lot? Aren't you worried... "
She laughed and cut me off, " Do you think anyone would even notice? Everyone's too busy with skis, dogs, and kids. So come over here and squeeze my ass. If you want to, of course." She grinned, and I could tell she was enjoying herself.
My loins had been stirring the whole time, and I could feel myself hardening as I walked over until I was in front of her. "You're serious? You want me to fondle your ass?"
She just nodded, eyes bright. We shuffled closer to each other, and I moved my hands around to the small of her back, my fingers resting on her spine. We were both wearing a similar cross-country ski jacket - warm but thin.
"Mmmmm... that feels really nice" she murmured as my fingers gently touched her back. Well, through the couple of layers of cross-country ski gear she was wearing.
I let my fingers move downward, feeling the top of her ski tights, massaging as I went. I took a deep breath and my hands reached her ass. It did feel as good as it looked. Firm but not too tight, perfectly shaped. I felt her contract and relax her muscles, and I kneaded her ass with my fingers and hands. I could feel her breathing quicken when I reached her, and quicken again as I played with her.
She looked up and said, "So what do you think? And that feels amazing -- you can keep going."
I smiled. "As spectacular as I imagined."
"Can I try yours? Because I saw you skiing, and it looks pretty damn good itself," she asked, eyes twinkling.
"Sure. But I doubt mine is as nice... " Not like I could have said no even if I had wanted to - and I didn't.
I felt her hands go by my sides, to my lower back, felt her fingers on my spine, slowly moving down until she could knead my ass. It felt like her fingers were on the long side, and strong -- she massaged my ass as I continued to play with hers.
Her hands then came together and pulled me towards her, at the same time that she leaned her hips forward. Predictably, I was now fully erect and as she pulled me to her she felt me through the thin fabric of our ski tights.
"Mmmmm... seems like your front parts are even better." She ground her hips to mine, seeming to revel in feeling how hard I was.
"Uh-huh... are your front parts doing the same?" I was eager to find out, given the opportunity.