I had been putting in a lot of hours the last couple of months and sorely needed a break. A friend of mine had told me about this lodge in Colorado that offered Winter Vacation packages. I looked into it. Five days in a secluded mountain lodge with cross-country skiing, snowmobiling, snowshoe hikes and good food and drink in an old mining lodge. The brochure they sent me showed the lodge and the mountains surrounding it in the summer time. It was a beautiful setting. The lodge faced a fairly large lake and had good fishing, boating and canoeing available, probably not in the winter though. It looked picturesque, and so I decided to make reservations for the first week in December, about a month off. I was really looking forward to a relaxing week.
About a week after I had made my reservations my friend Cynthia informed me that she was glad that I had decided to go and that she had also made reservations for the same week at the lodge. This came as a surprise. Cynthia and I were friends, co-workers, and as far as I was concerned not anything more. She wasn't bad to look at, about 38 or 39 years old with a decent figure, about 15 pounds over weight. Nice large breasts, a nice ass and great legs. She had brunette hair that she kept cut fairly short and a pretty face. Not a knock out by any means, but not bad either. If she had a fault it was her mouth. She just couldn't keep it shut. She talked continuously about every thing. She was kidded about being the office gossip. If she knew about something she told everyone. Cynthia was recently divorced, well maybe not recently, three years ago, and to anyone's knowledge hadn't hooked up with anyone since. She had suggested that we have a drink after work a few times, but I had declined, fainting work or other personal obligations so as not to have to go. I really wasn't interested in hooking up with Cynthia. I wasn't completely sure about her motives for booking into the same vacation lodge at the same time that I was, but I had my suspicions.
Thanksgiving passed fairly uneventful. Had to ward off Cynthia's invitation to visit her and her family over Thanksgiving. Spent a pleasant holiday with my parents and close family, which was nice, as I hadn't seen them for several months.
Finally my departure date for my winter vacation arrived and I headed to the airport bags in hand. The flight to Denver was uneventful which is a good thing. Upon arrival in Denver I had to take a 2-hour bus ride to a small town, and I do mean small, population 636, northwest of Denver. This was not your Vail or other mega ski areas. The bus was met by a Chevy 4-wheel drive suburban from the lodge. The drivers name was Mike, a rugged outdoor type about 60 years old. Seemed like a nice guy. We hit it off well from the beginning.
There were three other lodge guests on the bus beside myself. A family of three, Betty and Joe, and their daughter Anne. They seemed like nice people. Betty was about 49 or 50, brunette, average build maybe a little over weight, but just enough that it gave her some nice curves. Nice breasts and a great looking ass with a very pretty face. Her husband Joe was about ten years older than her and was pretty much an average looking guy of medium build. Then there was Anne, their daughter, maybe mid twenties, very slim and petite, small breasts, not more than 100 lbs. She came across with an effervescent, enthusiastic personality. There was one aspect of her body that I noticed immediately. She was wearing a turtleneck sweater under her parka, skintight jersey sweat pants and fur lined snow boots. It was the sweat pants that caught my attention. They were tight and the crotch area showed her protruding mound in exquisite detail. It was large; this young girl had a very large pussy. I couldn't keep my eyes off of it. The lips of her vagina were clearly outlined for all to see.
We loaded our luggage and got in the suburban and head out of town toward the lodge. The ride was about 45 minutes and the scenery was absolutely breath taking. The road was clear, but there was about 4-5 feet of snow on the ground and higher up in the mountains that surrounded us. Once at the lodge we gathered up our luggage and entered to check in. We were greeted by Karen, Mike's wife and given our room keys. Karen was an attractive woman of 60, medium build but yet very firm and tight for her age, very friendly and outgoing. You just liked her immediately.
The lodge was a large log structure with open ceilings and a very spacious interior. The front lobby entry area was a very large room that extended clear across the front of the structure. On one side was a living room like area with a huge fireplace in the sidewall and comfortable chairs and sofas around facing the fireplace and a buffalo rug in the center. On the right hand wall was a bar. There were about four round tables with four chairs each that appeared to be hand hewn from native Douglas fir. Back beyond the front living area were restrooms, kitchen, storage area room and the owner's quarters. In the center was a wide stairway that led to the second floor. Right in the center of the front Den/lobby/bar area was a full size antique pool table made of carved walnut with leather pockets and blue felt. Up stairs there were guest rooms on each side of a wide hall that extended to the back of the building. We would be sharing two communal baths, one on each side of the hall, one for women and one for men. Each was large and would accommodate several people. The whole structure was log construction in a natural finish, it was breathtaking. The guest rooms were large and furnished in rustic natural finish furniture. Each had a breath taking view of the snow-covered mountains that surrounded the lodge. In back of the lodge was a covered hot tub. The front of the lodge incorporated a covered porch that extended clear across the front of the building. There were comfortable looking benches to sit on also, although I don't know how much of that we would be doing as cold as it was. Out the front of the lodge was a beautiful view of the lake that was partially frozen over. I was going to enjoy a very relaxing stay here.
We retired to our rooms to unpack and freshen up before heading down for lunch. I followed Betty and her daughter up the stairs to our rooms. Couldn't keep my eyes off of their luscious asses. Neither of which seemed to be wearing any underwear, no lines.
At lunch we met the rest of the staff. There was Monica, a friendly out going woman of 35 with a voluptuous figure who was the cook and bartender, and Elsie and woman of about 30 of medium average build, but yet attractive. She was the maid, housekeeper and part time barkeeper. We sat down to a meal of beef stew, salad and fresh baked rolls, very delicious. The conversation was light and entertaining as we got to know each other. Joe was a contractor, who according to his wife spent entirely too much time with his business. She had coerced him into coming on this vacation to get him away from his business so they could spend some time together and he could rest and relax. Joe didn't seem at all happy about this, but was complying with his wife's wishes. Anne was on break from school, she had only one year left to finish her master in education and was looking forward to finishing.
After lunch we retired to the living room area in front of the fireplace to relax and talk. Mike headed off to town to pick up the remainder of the guests for the week. He returned in a couple of hours with Ralph, Tom and Cynthia. Ralph was a young man about 25 years old with an arrogant, cocky attitude. He had an athlete's body and was no doubt a jock. Tom was a slight skinny nerdy type guy of about 30 and obviously a computer programmer, typical stereotype. He was not very friendly and once settled in sat at one of the tables in the dining area with his laptop plugged in. Cynthia came on strong attempting to let every one know that we were an item and that maybe by the end of the week we would only need one room. I was not happy with that and told her so. She was a little rebuked, but seemed to get over it quickly. Betty just smiled at the exchange and gave me a wink that she understood the situation was not of my choosing.
As we set there in the lounge area, Mike and Karen went over the activities that were available and the amenities that the lodge contained. They mentioned that there was one not mentioned in the brochure. It had inadvertently been left out. We were told that about 50 yards behind the lodge there was an abandon gold mine. It had been cut through solid rock and was quite interesting inside and very safe. There were flashlights inside the entrance and we were welcome to explore it at our leisure.
By late afternoon it started to snow. Mike told us that the weather report said it was a mild snowstorm and would blow through by the next afternoon. It was beautiful to look out the front windows and watch the large flakes of snowfall. Ralf started bitching about not being able to do anything outside while it was snowing. Tom didn't even notice, his nose stuck in his laptop. Joe was s preoccupied on his cell phone talking to his construction superintendent. Cynthia had retired to the bar and was having a drink, or maybe two. Betty, Anne and myself decided to put on our parkas and sit on the front veranda and watch the snowfall. You don't see much snow fall like this in southern California where I am from or Florida where Betty and Anne lived, and we were going to enjoy watching it. The snow was falling heavily, and within two hours it had dropped about three inches. I was still watching Anne's vagina through her skintight sweat pants every chance I got. At least I thought that I was being discrete. After about an hour we got up and went into the lodge to get some hot chocolate. Betty and I returned to the veranda and Anne retired to the sofas in front of the fire. Betty and I sat on the front veranda outside and talked about how beautiful the snowfall was and how serene and relaxing it made us feel. She was very easy to talk to. She was a very outgoing and sincere person. I was becoming very attracted to her.