Carla and I have known each other for about 15 years. We went to high school together and have kept in touch since then. In high school we hooked up a couple times but never developed anything beyond a great friendship. We both live in California but are on opposite ends of the state. We are both married with no kids. Even now we stay in touch via the phone and emails and get together about once a year with our spouses. She obviously does not know it, but I have been fantasizing about her for the past 15 years. She is tall and skinny with a great pair of fake breasts that look just perfect on her. She is incredibly stylish and always looks great. It is hard to not fantasize about such a hot woman. However, I have always resisted the impulse to tell her how I feel about her figuring that nothing good can come of it seeing as we are both married.
Our latest outing with our spouses changed everything though and I did end up breaking the news to her. The four of us decided to get together to go skiing in Lake Tahoe and spend a long weekend there. Our spouses both really enjoyed skiing and Carla and I both agreed that it was not really our thing.
On Thursday night we all met together at the rental house after traveling from our respective homes. My wife and I met them at a restaurant down the road from the house as we had all agreed. It was good to see both of them again but it was her appearance that was going to find its way into my fantasies. As they made their way to our table I could not help but drift off into my dream world as they made their way over. She was dressed in tight jeans, tall black boots and a tight sweater. Her hair was down and long and curly. I had to snap myself back to reality and shake hands with her husband. I turned towards her and she gave me a tight hug. I may have held her a little too long but it was well worth the risk of seeming too forward. She felt incredible, her tits pushing into my chest and her cheek lightly touching mine. Dinner was quite uneventful and I made a point not to stare at excessively. After dinner my wife and I walked back to the house and they drove their car over. Due to the long travels for both of us we went to bed early, looking forward to a long day of skiing.
The following morning, my wife and I woke up and met the other two in the kitchen for a quick breakfast before heading to the slopes. Carla looked incredible. She had on snug white pants, a dark jacket and a dark knit hat. Her jacket fit in such a way that the size and shape of her tits was apparent but not obvious. On the walk to the ski area I made sure to walk behind her and my wife as her husband and I spoke about the weather and other mundane ski related things.
It was quickly decided that Carla and I would spend time together since we were both quite pathetic skiers. Our spouses could then do their own thing together and not have to worry about us. The plan was to meet at lunch to check in and see how everyone was doing.
Carla and I finally made it to the lifts after getting all the required gear from the rental place. We rode to the top of an easy run and gave it our best effort on the way down. Without much fanfare or excitement we made it to the bottom and figured we were up for a more significant challenge. The second run did not go nearly as well. Shortly after getting off the lift, Carla fell. I made my way over to her and, despite my noble intentions of rescuing her, ended up crashing right next to her. She had a face full of snow and I wiped it off her face and the sleeves of her arm. Touching her felt wonderful, she was warm and soft under the thin layer of snow. There was nothing sexual going on, at least not for her. We decided to slow things down a little and ended up being a little more conservative on the next runs.
Gladly for the two of us noon was quickly approaching so we willingly headed to the lodge. By the time our spouses arrived we had finished two beers each and were a little giddy. It was apparent that our spouses had no intention of calling it a day and did not want to waste time eating lunch, opting instead to grab a sandwich. Carla and I had already decided to call it a day and told the other two to call us when they were done and we would meet them at the lodge for a drink. After they left we made our way to the fireplace and enjoyed a couple more drinks.
Our conversation was benign, talking about old school mates, work and recent trips. However, it heated up as the conversation turned towards our friendship during high school and we reminisced about the good times, including the couple times we made out behind the school building and the time we got together at a party. With our inhibitions lessened by the alcohol, it was not awkward, it felt perfectly natural. As we sat watching the fire, enjoying the company and the drinks I definitely changed the atmosphere. Increasingly brazen, thanks to the beer, I told her I still thought about her sexually and fantasized about her.
"Really?"
"Yea, sorry. That is a kind of weird thing to say. Shit, I now wish I had not said anything."
Her reply actually hurt a little. Although I can hardly blame her.
"Yea, I wish you had not said anything either."
It was quiet, really quiet. The lodge was busy, but I could hear her breath. It was soft but fast. I turned to look at her, her face was flushed and she looked away.
"I am going back to the house. Sorry again," I said as I got up and walked away. I stopped and turned back towards her but she was still facing away from me looking at the fire.
By the time I got back it was about 2 in the afternoon and I was feeling like quite a fool. I decided to take a shower instead of getting in the hot tub, just in case she returned. There were two master suites so I could comfortably stay hidden in my room in the hopes of letting this blow over and laying the blame on the beer.
The shower felt good. What an ass I was. Oh well...nothing to do about it now. My mind started thinking about her again, sitting next to her by the fire, touching occasionally, looking at her long legs in the snug pants, her tight ass, her tits. My cock started getting hard as I imagined her naked in front of me showing me her incredible body. As I imagined her with me in the shower I heard the door to the bathroom open. I called out my wife's name thinking she was back from the slopes.
"No, it is me, Carla."
My reply was delayed, "Oh."
It was quiet again.
"I am sorry for saying that back at the lodge," I said.
"It is alright. I was scared at first. But...the truth is, I have been doing the same."
The glass door was all fogged up and I could not see her, but I could tell she was around the corner. I opened the door a crack and could just make out her form in the reflection of the fogged mirror.
