"How long does it take to get to the mid-station?" She asked.
"Less than ten minutes. Do you think about what I think you think? "
She just smiled. Then she took off her jacket, placed it on the seat next to her, and began undoing his. He just watched her. Matt liked to be caressed and knew Helen did it gladly and with satisfying feeling. It was a matter of seconds for her to unzip his pants, she had practice. She freed his hardening cock from the thermal underwear, stroked it with a warm hand and kissed its tip.
He spread his legs and allowed her to kneel between them. The wet cabin floor was of no concern at the time. Because he was really cold, the touch of her hot lips on his cold member was electrifying. He watched her enjoying the sucking and caressing of his cock for the moment. He looked out of the cabin window at the valley deep below him and saw a few skiers - multi-coloured dots in the flood of white - and allowed himself to smile for a moment before he was completely engulfed by the most beautiful feeling under the sun, amplified by the tens of meters separating them from the ground.
With each pillar the cabin passed as it moved slowly upward, with each sway she swallowed his cock go a little deeper, gripped him a little tighter, and sucked a little harder. He got into ecstasy. He wanted to be in her. He wanted to feel her wetness. He wanted to fuck her. Everything else was meaningless at that moment. He grabbed her head, lifted her to him and kissed her. Still with his cold fingers, he pulled her pants and thermal underwear to her knees, turned her uncompromisingly, and forced her to lean forward.
It was a bit of a challenge to keep her balanced, but the moment his cock slipped smoothly into her, she just grabbed the seat and the railings around her and devoted herself to the feeling. She closed her eyes and focused on the cock inside her. Each thrust pushed her into another world, bit by bit. She didn't want anything else, just to get carried away by the feeling...
Then the cabin passed a larger pillar and shook mightily. He fell out of her, and the loss of balance sent him back on the seat with the cock sticking out into the air. She slammed her forehead into the plexiglass of the cabin, bending in her knees and regaining control when she knelt on the seat. They looked at each other and laughed out loud. Not for long though, his mind was busy with a single thought - to fuck. He returned to it immediately. She only wanted one thing - to be fucked. She gripped the seat tightly, clasped her hand against the glass, and with her knees on the seat, she stuck her ass and lustful wet pussy as high as she could. The last thing she noticed before closing her eyes in a sweet intoxication was the warning sticker on the window: "Please, do not rock the gondola!". He slipped in again. For greater stability, he gripped the overhead handle and the seat. Then he just fucked. And the cabin shook with his thrusts. They both indulged in the delightful feeling, both had their eyes closed and enjoyed the wonderful sensation of each others bodies. They were so immersed in it that they completely ignored the approaching mid-station....
***
The Miller family was one of the kind. They saved all year so that they could afford a week in a small apartment in the Alps and let their two kids (who were definitely-absolutely-100% over 18 years old) enjoy some proper skiing. And they were trying to milk it for what it was worth. They were on the slope almost half an hour earlier then everyone else in the morning to be the first to enjoy the freshly made snow. Mr. Miller carried lunch for the whole family in his backpack so they wouldn't waste time and spend money in restaurants. And in the afternoon the Millers were the last ones to leave the slopes.
Unfortunately, a while ago Mr. Miller made a mistake at a turn on one of the slopes, and the family lost valuable time, during which they would still be able to reach the bottom station and catch the last complete ride up. Mrs. Miller was angry. They only had to settle for the middle station, which meant that they only managed to catch half of what they originally wanted to do. And they still had to hurry!
"... and it's just your fault! If you could read the map better or remember it, we could have already be down! But like this..." Mrs. Miller looked like a little angry dog, constantly barking at the big apathetic bear, which her husband reminded so strongly of. Their teenage twins (who were definitely-absolutely-100% over 18 years old) Sandra and George didn't care about their mother's grumbling, they were used to it. They only wanted to be in the cabin first, because they wanted the best places with the best view.
