Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers got themselves sorted out into some semblance of a straight line and headed off toward the horizon, where the sun was just making an appearance. There were about a dozen skiers, and the only way she could tell which one was her husband was by the distinct lime green color of his ski outfit.
Although their room was warm from the gas-log fire burning in the fireplace, the cold radiating from the windowpane caused her nipples to crinkle up and press out the front of her red see-through baby-doll nightie. The flimsy outfit cupped her large breasts into a tight cleavage, then flowed down, ending at her waist. The g-string panty was as transparent as the gown itself, revealing the light brown fur of her sex that barely hid the pink folds within. The nightgown was designed to accentuate, not to cover up, and if the skiers had been any closer to the lodge, Laura wouldn't have dared to stand that close to the window. The group was far enough away that she knew they couldn't see any details other than her light silhouette against the dark of the room behind her, even if any of them had decided to look back.
Laura sighed and turned from the window as the last skier topped the rise and dropped from sight over the other side of the hill. Her motion caused her breasts to sway back and forth, threatening to escape the confines of the straining red triangles of nylon. She grabbed her hairbrush and headed for the bathroom.
Laura watched her large breasts move back and forth as she brushed her hair to a luxurious sparkle. A blush spread across her chest and into her cheeks. Until this morning, Roger had never seen her dressed like this in the almost three years that they had been married. She had attended an all-girl high school at the insistence of her parents, and then gone on to a small private all-girl college. Her only contact with boys had been the rigidly structured, closely chaperoned dances at schools. Being shy, she had usually just danced with other girls.
After obtaining a mostly useless liberal arts degree, she had gone home to find that her parents had a young man "waiting in the wings" for her. She and Roger had "dated" for about six months, usually getting together for various family functions, before he popped the question. Six months later found them married and ensconced in the big house his parents had given them as a wedding present.
She had been a virgin for him on their wedding night, and she did her wifely duty and spread her legs and hoisted her gown for him whenever he wanted her to. She found that she enjoyed the pounding in her loins and the sweaty grabs and gropes as he made love to her, but she repressed her feelings. Her mother had explained to her that sexual urgings were just "part of being a man" and having to put up with her husband's assault was "part of being a wife." After he would spurt into her, she would get up and wipe herself off, then come back to bed, usually to find him already asleep. This was all Laura really knew about sex.
She looked down at her big boobs and shook her head. The nightie had been a waste of money. She had hoped it would help make Roger forego a day of skiing and stay in the lodge with her.
*****
The weeklong ski vacation had been Roger's idea. Never mind the fact that she didn't ski at all. All he could think of was the total immersion into his current sport of choice. It seemed that every couple of months, he and his group of sports-crazed friends had another favorite activity that he had to take part in. Normally, Laura just stayed home and sat around their backyard pool or worked on her flowers in the sunroom while Roger went on these wild trips. Roger did very well as a consultant, which not only allowed him to take all these weeks off for his "jaunts," as he called them, but also allowed him to afford all of the equipment that these excursions seemed to call for.
This time, Roger had described a week of loafing around a ski lodge, sitting by the fire in the great room, sipping cocoa and playing backgammon. She had envisioned him making a few runs down the ski slopes, then joining her for a light brunch, followed by a few more runs and an afternoon of leisure and romance with her. Their nights would be filled with slow lovemaking under the moonlight streaming through the window.
It was with this verbal picture in mind that Laura had dared to purchase the red nightie. Just thinking about the experience of buying the gown made her blush. She just knew the sales clerk had her pegged as some sort of tramp for buying such an outfit. Laura's usual bedtime attire consisted of plain white cotton gowns, high-necked and reaching her ankles.
Laura flopped back across the large four-poster bed with another sigh. Her disillusionment had begun the day after she agreed to accompany him "just this once." She had returned from a shopping trip to buy some clothes for lounging around the ski lodge to find that Roger had made some purchases for her as well.
"You can't take all that stuff, honey," he had explained. "There is no road up to this lodge. You can only get there by snowmobile. The only clothes you will be taking will be what you can fit into a backpack. Here," he continued, tossing her a bright yellow ski outfit. "Go try this on. You'll need something warm to wear on the snowmobile."
Laura had exploded, telling him that if he expected her to live for a week on what she could cram into a small nylon pack, that he could damn well go on this jaunt by himself again! They had argued for the rest of the afternoon, Laura not budging until he agreed to buy a small trailer for the snowmobile to carry her luggage.
Their trip had started two days later before the sun came up. Roger explained that they had to reach the trailhead by 10:00 if they were going to reach the lodge before nightfall. Laura had dozed off and on while Roger babbled on and on about how much fun the trip would be.
They had arrived at the snow-covered parking lot as scheduled, and Roger wheeled their SUV into a row of hunter green clones and jumped out to greet his buddies and their wives. The parking lot was a whirlwind of activity as they yelled, and high-fived and slapped each other on the back, all while unloading the gear from their SUV's and sliding the snowmobiles from their trailers.
Laura slipped from their SUV and walked to the middle of the parking lot, looking around for a rest room. They had been on the road for over four hours, with their only stop being a drive-up window at a fast food place for breakfast sandwiches and coffee. That coffee was now making Laura quite uncomfortable. She interrupted Roger's male bonding ritual to ask him about comfort facilities.
"There's a portable shithouse up at the end of the parking lot," was his gruff reply. "Make it snappy, we're leaving in ten minutes."
She headed off toward the big green plastic box, already hating the one-piece ski suit. She knew she would have to practically remove it completely in order to sit and pee. The portable toilet lived up to her worst fears. It was filthy and it smelled, even in the sub-freezing temperatures. Of course, there was no toilet paper. Laura was reluctant to sit on the dirty toilet seat, so she squatted, holding her ski suit around her thighs as she hovered over the dark opening. She shivered as her piss gushed into the holding tank.
"Shit," she thought as she finished up, finding a scrap of tissue in her purse to wipe with. "The way this trip is turning out, the 'ski lodge' will probably turn out to be a lean-to made with old tree branches."
She left the smelly outhouse and hurried back to the group as fast as the slippery ground would allow. They were lined up ready to go and Laura noticed that most of the snowmobiles had trailers attached to them with skis and poles lashed to their sides. When asked, Roger told her that they contained food supplies for the week. They were the only ones pulling a trailer that contained mostly clothing.
A whirlwind of introductions followed, and Laura promptly forgot most of the names. There were seven couples including her and Roger, and their snowmobile was placed next to the last in line. Roger told the couple behind them, Joe and Betty something, to yell if Laura fell off. After donning helmets, the caravan moved off, with Laura holding tightly to Roger's waist. The way the snowmobile was bouncing around, Roger might not have been joking when he told the people behind them to keep an eye on her.
To Laura, the trip lasted an eternity. She was glad that she had only had one cup of coffee and that she had been able to find a place to pee before they left. There were no stops along the way. When she leaned forward to ask Roger about lunch, he reached in a pouch on his belt and handed her a chunk of what looked like leather.
"Jerky," he yelled. "Bite off a piece and chew it 'til it softens up." Just then their snowmobile hit a bump and Laura had to grab wildly to stay on. The piece of jerky was left behind on the trail.
The steady vibration of the snowmobile, combined with the bumps along the trail and the lack of lunch had left Laura with a splitting headache. She was just about to tell Roger that they absolutely had to stop, when they topped a small rise and she saw a clearing before them with a large building in the middle of it.
"At least Roger didn't lie about the lodge," Laura thought with relief as she gazed at the huge ski lodge. It was a big log structure with a gray slate roof. Stone steps led up to a wrap-around porch that ran around the front and near side of the building. There was a huge stone chimney sticking up from the far end. Three dormer windows stuck out of the roof. A smaller windowless building off to the left had a couple of big barn doors on it and a huge pile of firewood stacked against it. The caravan of snowmobiles headed for this structure.
The silence was almost deafening as one by one, the snowmobiles were turned off. Their racket had silenced any birds in the area, and for a moment, the only sound Laura could hear was the metallic ticking of the snowmobile engines as they cooled off.
Laura pulled off her helmet and stepped off of the snowmobile, and promptly sat down in the snow. She had been sitting so long that her legs refused to work. Roger laughed, but she noticed that he was moving rather stiffly as he slowly climbed off of the snowmobile. The rest of the crowd was having the same difficulty, although Laura was the only one who fell.
Roger was opening the trailer as he told her that everyone needed to pitch in to unload all the supplies. Laura had informed him of her headache and her intention of going to bed to sleep it off. "Come with me now and show me our room," she said as she grabbed her overnight case. "You can bring the rest of our luggage up later."
Roger had helped her up the wide front steps and into the lodge. It was as cold inside as it was outside. "It'll get warm when we fire up the big fireplace," he had explained to her as they climbed the stairs to the second floor. "Also, each room has its own gas heater. I'll light that for you, but there won't be any running water until the pump is turned on and the boiler is fired up."
