Denise And Our Special Ski Trip

All characters in this story are older than 18.

When I entered the university environment, I was amazed at the number of attractive coeds I was seeing. I never knew there could be so many good looking women in one location. It seemed that university women made an extra effort to keep themselves looking good. They dressed well and were physically fit. I spent a fair share of my free time looking at the women in the dorm, in the classroom and around campus. University was the perfect place for someone who appreciates the female form. These women were not objects. They were women to be appreciated for their attention to themselves. Thanks to them and congratulations on a job well done.

One coed in particular, caught my attention. Her name was Connie. We were in the same dorm and had a couple of 101 classes in common. I figured out that, currently, she wasn't interested in any one guy by the company she kept. So maybe I had a chance at building some kind of relationship with her. The problem was me figuring out how to make myself known to Connie. I was a shy person by nature and afraid of rejection and failure. Getting close to Connie was going to be a problem for me.

Connie was physically active and kept her body trim and toned. You could tell she was fit when she stepped outside to take a run. Her yoga pants and running top made her look like a model. The stretchy fabric hugged every contour of her body. Not a wrinkle anywhere. She had the perfect hour glass shape. Her arms and legs had the perfect muscle mass. She had a nice butt, well defined hips and waist, and the perfect pair of breasts. Every part of Connie's body was perfectly matched with every other part. It was a pleasure to watch Connie.

She turned a lot of heads when she stretched while getting ready to run. She could bend over double and put her palms on the ground next to her feet. She could pull a leg straight up in front of herself and put her forehead on her knee. All while balancing on the other foot! She could tie herself up in knots in any number of ways. She had to be a yoga master, a dancer or a gymnast to do those kinds of stretches.

Wow!

She looked good. When she started to run, I knew there was no way I would be able to participate in that activity with her.

I was so infatuated.

Shortly after falling for Connie, I noticed she had a close friend. Her name was Denise. She was in the same dorm, but not a roommate with Connie. I would see Denise and Connie together out on campus, in the rec hall and dining room. Denise was friends with the woman I secretly loved. I was too shy and embarrassed to talk with Connie. I could only watch her from afar. Could Denise help me get closer to Connie?

Denise and I had several classes together during the semester. As luck would have it, she sat next to me in two of those classes. I talked with Denise and usually brought Connie into the conversation. I think Denise eventually figured out I was infatuated with Connie. While we talked, I would try to find out anything I could about her friend. Denise knew what my feelings for Connie were. So, she turned those moments of conversation to her own advantage.

Over time, I didn't learn much of anything about Connie. But Denise learned all about me. I was candid, and so was Denise. She made me comfortable and I would spill my inner most feelings out to her. I learned a lot about Denise through these conversations. As time went by, I found I was spending more and more time with Denise trying to learn about Connie. I knew a lot about Denise and almost nothing about her friend.

Denise was a very attractive woman herself. She participated in volleyball, did the occasional jog, was a hiker and worked out in the exercise room. She was fit and trim. Her muscles were well toned. Her body did justice to yoga outfits. She wasn't as flexible as Connie. Denise was well proportioned from head to toe. Her breasts were the most beautiful pair I had ever seen. They were perky whether she wore a bra or was braless. They were perfect. I was not objectifying Denise, just appreciating her beautiful body.

Midway through the semester, ski season was upon us. Among the activities Denise participated in was downhill skiing. I was an avid skier, had been for years. Denise mentioned we should all get out sometime during the ski season. I agreed. A day of skiing with Connie was something to look forward to.

Turns out, the ski club was going up to the mountains this weekend and I learned from Denise that she and Connie were going. So, I signed up for the trip, fully planning to spend time with Connie. I arrived at the bus terminal bright and early Saturday morning. I saw Denise in the crowd of skiers, but Connie was nowhere to be seen. When I finally talked with Denise, I found out that Connie had to cancel because of family obligations.

I was crushed.

Denise could see I was disappointed. She was supportive. She stuck by my side right up to boarding the bus. At least I would have some familiar company.

She rode next me on the bus. I had a window seat on the right side and she had the aisle. It was cool inside the bus so we threw our parkas over our bodies for warmth. She said she was tired and leaned against me. My left arm went over her shoulders and she snuggled against my chest and ribcage. Other skiers clattered about as we prepared to depart. Denise was asleep by the time the bus left the terminal. After about an hour, we were well into the mountains. Denise stirred and repositioned herself under the parkas. She found my right hand and moved it onto her right breast. She held it there as she went back to sleep. She never even looked at me. I was confused, but certainly was not going to complain about the current situation. After a few minutes, I took the initiative to move my left hand over her left breast.

She slept with her head tilted down. I could not see her face. She inhaled and exhaled slowly and deeply. I could feel her chest rise and fall. Her breasts and my hands rose and fell with each breath. I had to be giving her the slowest, most passionate breast massage in the world. At least that's what I thought. I could feel her nipples on my palms through her thermals and turtleneck. My fingers curled around the lower curves of her soft and squishy breasts. I was in heaven for the next hour and a half.

At the ski area, she woke up and we started getting ready to go outside. It was as if nothing unusual had happened coming up the mountain canyons. She just smiled sweetly whenever she looked at me. We put on parkas and went out to get our skis and poles from under the bus. Then it was off to the lodge to use the restrooms and get into our ski boots. Inside the lodge we found a place to sit and switch sneakers for ski boots. She sat down right next to me on the bench. She was having trouble getting the boots on her feet and tightening the buckles. I was a gentleman, got on the floor and was able to help her get the stubborn boots on her feet.

When we went to purchase lift tickets, she was right beside me in the line. I waited until she had her ticket and then we headed for the exit. She took my hand and we walked together through the busy lodge like we were a couple. I was not complaining.

We got outside and tracked down our skis and poles. We got them out of the rack and headed for the chairlift. We were having trouble walking in ski boots on the icy, hard pack snow. Falling was a real possibility so I decided to change things up for safety's sake. I gave her my ski poles and took charge of her skis. I carried the skis and she carried the poles as we went off in search of the chairlift.

There was a double chairlift at the base of the mountain. The lift line was long and moving slowly. We spent 15 minutes together in the maze, shuffling along in the mass of people. When we finally got to the loading ramp, we were a pair and got to ride up the mountain together. Every chairlift ride throughout the day was the same.

I could see this was turning in to a ski day with Denise. I was happy for the company. I wasn't sure what to expect but so far there was nothing to complain about.

At the upper lift terminal, we unloaded and skied off to the side to get gloves, goggles and poles situated. To my surprise, Denise produced a small flask.

"Brandy to keep us warm."

I had a small sip and felt the alcohol bite my tongue.

"Let me know if you need more."

She put away the flask, put on her gloves and poles and started to ski off.

"You coming?"

Off we went.

Denise and I were at the same skill level so we could ski together. We cruised mainly the intermediate runs and avoided the moguls. We tried to stay on the groomers. I stayed behind her and followed along. I could ski faster than her, but then I would not have that wonderful view of how she filled out her ski pants. The conditions were perfect but occasionally she would "lose an edge" and slide gracefully to the snow.

"Help me up."

I would lean down, take her hands and pull her up. Most of the time she would get up, go past the fall line and tip in to me. This would almost knock us down. Of course, we grabbed on to each other to keep from falling. Then we would share a laugh. When we did fall, we would go down in a tangle of skis, poles, arms and legs and lay on the snow. I would usually be on the bottom of the pile with her face in mine. She would put her hands all over me while trying to get back up. It all seemed fun and innocent.

When we stopped at noon, we headed to the bus and got our sack lunches. Then we went in to the lodge and found a small space in front of the wood burning fire place. This was back in the good old days, before the gas burning obscenities we have to suffer with today. The fireplace made for a very popular rest area and we had to squeeze in with our new friends and neighbors. Our boots came off and our feet placed towards the warm fire. Our jackets and sweaters came off and were used as padding. And the flask came out to provide just a bit more warming effect.

After eating, I started fidgeting to get ready to go skiing. Denise said she wanted to enjoy the fire just a little bit longer. We had such a nice spot. As we relaxed, the crowd began to thin out making more room around us. Denise said she felt cold so she got her sweater out and put it across her lap and mine. She put her hands under the sweater and they ended up in my lap. Then she leaned over to put her head on my shoulder and started to fall "asleep". I put my hands on top of hers. Hmm, her hands felt plenty warm to me. My Roffe ski pants did not do a very good job of disguising my feelings about what was going on. But that was all that happened at lunch.

About an hour and a half was spent on our lunch break. We finally got out for the afternoon of skiing. Pretty much a repeat of the morning activities. But her hands were beginning to get cold. So, on the chairlift rides up, I would have her put her gloves in my armpits and her hands in her arm pits. That helped her a little. The next ride up she put her gloves under her arm pits and then put her hands under my arm pits. A hug of a ride up the hill. I wished my hands had gotten cold so I could do that with her armpits.

We would ride the chair up, twisted into each other. Her hands were in my coat and under my arm pits trying to get warm. You know, looking back, skiing with Denise wasn't so bad. I had one hand in her lap and the other on her arm. This was kind of cozy. We didn't mind when a skier fell getting off the lift. The chair would stop while the bodies were picked up and moved out of the way. It wasn't bad just sitting there on the stopped chair.

By the end of the day the brandy was gone. We were off the slopes and making our way back to the lodge. I was a gentleman and helped her get out of her ski boots. One more rest stop and then it was time to head for the bus. I carried the skis and boots and she carried the poles. My arms were toast by the time we got back to the bus. The boot ties across my elbows had cut off most of the circulation and my arms and hands were dead. My shoulders ached from the narrow contact points with the skis. When we got to the bus, she had to unload me because I could barely move. That short walk was the worst part of the day.

We loaded our equipment into the luggage bays under the bus and went inside to find some seats together. Denise found two empty seats towards the back. Most others were occupied by couples from school. Denise and I sat down together and soon found ourselves snuggling like everyone else around us. This was going to be a cozy ride back down the mountain.

We had a nearly three-hour bus ride ahead of us to get back down to town. The sun had gone behind the high western ridgeline before the bus even left the parking lot. The interior lights were soon turned off. Only a few seats had a reading light turned on. So, it was dark and getting quiet, especially in our back rows.

We were back down to turtle necks and ski pants. Our sweaters and parkas were piled on top of us like blankets. Time to settle in for a comfortable ride back over the passes and back down the mountain. We could get a couple of hours of sleep.

Denise told me she was getting a headache. She wanted me to massage her scalp, temples, neck and shoulders. That would relieve the tense muscles so she could relax and have her headache go away. She scooched into me as far as she could and put her head on my chest. I massaged her scalp lightly with my fingertips. She asked me to press harder and use my nails too. Soon she was cooing and making soft moaning sounds. She worked her forehead and nose into my chest and I could feel her breathing onto my right nipple. Her breath was warm. She was breathing slowly and deeply. Very relaxed and serene.

I dropped my hands down to her neck and carefully began to rub the neck muscles under her warm skin.

She raised her head up and began to nuzzle into my neck, I could feel her tongue licking my skin and then planting kisses on the moist areas. Too bad I was wearing a turtle neck. Those kisses felt good on the accessible skin of my neck and jaw. I continued to massage her neck. She was moving her head around to give me better access to her neck muscles. Any place I wanted my hands to go, she adjusted the position of her body to accommodate my needs.

Denise raised her head and brought her lips to mine. I hadn't expected this. I welcomed the chance to kiss her on the lips. I licked my lips and placed them on hers. She kept her lips soft and we melted together. She moved her head around and pressed her lips into mine. I could feel the pressure of her lips on mine. It was soft, passionate pressure. I put my hands on her cheeks.

I felt her open her mouth a little and her warm tongue made contact with my lips. I relaxed my lips and jaw muscles and she worked her tongue into my mouth. She found my tongue and sensually began to swirl her tongue around on it. Then she began to explore the top, the sides and underneath my tongue. She moved her tongue outside my teeth and explored between my teeth and gums. It was amazing to have her soft, warm tongue swirling all around inside my mouth. She was delicious.

I finally pushed my tongue into her mouth. She continued flexing her tongue to massage mine. Then she started to suck. It felt like she was trying to suck my tongue deep into her mouth. I began to suck back. Our tongues settled into place so that we were inside each other. Then she lightly bit down on both our tongues. I did the same. We were locked together pressing our faces into our soft lip interface. The feelings were electric. I could feel my penis coming to life, getting erect and hard. Thankfully the little guy did not get hung up in the tightie whities.

We made out for 15 minutes. Only seemed like two. But to soon, Denise pulled away and gave me a peck on the tip of my nose. She looked at me and smiled.

"Shoulders."

As I dropped my hands onto her shoulders, Denise moved to a new position. She got up out of her seat, moved my coat and sweater and sat on my lap. Then she covered us back up again with sweaters and parkas. Her back was warm against my chest. I began working the muscles on the tops of her shoulders. I started at the neck and worked out and down the outsides of her arms. Then I dug my thumbs into her back, by her waist and worked my way out to the sides of her arms. I went back up, going between the insides of her arms and her ribs. I worked my way back up to her armpits. Equal time was spent on her arms and her ribs. I could feel she was wearing a very light bra by the material going across her ribs under her turtleneck. No wonder I could feel her nipples so well on the way up.

Denise pushed up off my lap and used her hands to spread my legs apart, then she settled back onto the seat between my thighs. I could just rest my chin on the top of her head as she lay back into my chest. I couldn't massage her back muscles any more. Her chest was now very much within my reach. I nervously rubbed my palms up and down the outsides of her arms. My fingers stretched out and I tried to reach her breasts. I wanted so much to stroke lightly on the sides of her breasts.

As I stroked, I felt her squirming around on the seat between my legs. Then I felt her untucking her turtleneck from the waist of her ski pants. After that she settled back down. She reached her hands up to take mine and position my palms on her chest just below the shoulders. My penis grew erect and started throbbing almost immediately at the feel of her touching and moving my hands. I could feel the pressure from her hips. She had to feel the throbbing of my penis. I was being given permission to touch her breasts. Heaven.

I lifted my palms from her turtleneck and touched her chest with light pressure from my fingertips. Her chest was tight and smooth. As I slowly stroked down, I could feel the skin softening as I reached the upper part of her breasts. I eventually stroked down the soft flesh to her nipples. I could feel the nipples and areolas through her bra and turtleneck. The feeling of her breasts and the pressure on my penis was exquisite. This was very relaxing.

I looked up and saw the face of the woman in front of us looking over the seatback at us. She looked at both Denise and I and gave us a distant look through half closed eyes. She mouthed a passionate smile for us. Then she slowly closed her eyes and had the appearance of a woman drifting off to another world all her own. I could see she was moving up and down, very slowly, about an inch at a time. Then she lowered her head below the top of the seat back and Denise and I were alone again in our own private world.

This part of the bus was filled with like minded people. What better time and place for the pleasures of exploring each others bodies.

My fingertips traced the graceful curves at the bottoms of Denise's breasts and then I started a slow stroking journey back up to her shoulders. Her nipples and areolas were swollen and erect when I returned to them. I swear I could feel goose bumps on her areolas through her bra and turtleneck. I traced my way back up to her chest and shoulders. She told me the light fingertip pressure felt so good through her clothes, moving over her skin. I continued to stroke up and down her breasts, exploring the sides of her breasts and the cleavage in between. God, it felt so good. Denise liked what I was doing and pressed her tailbone into my erect penis shaft and glans.

I was so turned on by what Denise was letting me do. I had to hold her breasts in my hands. I was filled with powerful feelings of anticipation and desire. I had to caress her breasts. They looked to be a good handful in size. I am guessing she was a B-cup. Her breasts were firm, but squishy at the same time. The bra was very sheer and made them perky. I could knead them easily, sinking my fingertips into her flesh. I thought about what I had read on a community website. "Love them, cherish them, revere them. Never cause pain. Only do what the woman wants to be done. Only create pleasure. Worship them." That was my purpose in life right now. Make love with her breasts. Make Denise feel good. Worship her.