I enjoyed skiing. I had been a skier for years. It was a great way to spend the cold winter months. And it kept my body tight and in shape.
Most weekends I would hit the slopes with friends. But on this particular weekend, I couldn't find anyone who wanted to go with me, so I went on my own.
The morning skiing was delightful. The weather was crisp but sunny as I carved through the different runs. After a warm lunch, I headed back out for a few more runs.
The slopes weren't too busy and occasionally I rode the lift up on my own. Most times, I shared it with three others. On one particular run, I was shuffling up in line when two other skiers joined me in line.
"Mind if we ride with you?" asked the man.
"Of course!" I replied politely.
We sat down when the chair came around and the man dutifully reached up to pull the bar down.
"Skiing on your own today?" he asked.
"Ya, all of my friends were busy today. They missed out on a nice day!"
"They certainly did! I'm James and this is my wife, Mary."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Evan," I replied.
"I was watching you skiing earlier," Mary said, smiling over at me, "You have incredible form."
"Aww, thanks so much!" I replied, blushing a little.
"How old are you?," James asked.
"19 year's old," I replied.
"You definitely have good form for someone your age! I've been skiing for years and I'm 48 and have barely mastered it," James laughed.
The three of us chatted on our way up. James and Mary had a chalet five minutes away from the hill and had come up from the city to spend the weekend. At the top of the hill, we said our goodbyes. As I bid farewell, I had a chance to get a good look at both. James was tall, probably 6' tall, and lean. He had a trimmed beard and strong shoulders. Mary was more petite, but equally lean. She had a had a shapely ski jacket on that framed her feminine figure. It was clear she had large breasts tucked within. I admired her pink jacket and slender white pants.
"Enjoy yours runs, nice chatting!" I said.
"You too sweetheart," Mary replied, as James waved farewell.
I started my descent, reflecting on my nice conversation. I thought to myself how nice it would be to have a warm chalet waiting for me close by. I imagined that James and Mary must fuck like rabbits after a day of physical activities like this...
At the bottom of the hill, I pulled into the lift and started shuffling up again. To my surprise, James and Mary arrived at the same time, despite taking a different run.
"Fancy seeing you here again," James laughed.
The three of us mounted the chair again and started our ascent.
"Mary and I were just saying to each other that we can't wait to get back to our hot tub after this. It'll be nice to soak these tired muscles," James said.
"Gosh, I'm jealous," I replied, "A hot tub sounds amazing."
"You should come too!" said Mary, smiling over at me.
"Oh gosh, that's really nice, but I couldn't impose," I replied.
"Nonsense!" said James, "We're just five minutes up the road. Come on over, it's no imposition at all."
"I really couldn't," I said, "I wouldn't want to get in the way of your romantic apres-ski."
James gave me a wicked smile, "Oh I'm pretty sure having you around would make it a fun evening."
James reached out and placed a hand on my leg, "Come on, please join us."
I looked at Mary to gauge her reaction. She continued to smile and nod.
"Well...I guess...ok then, I'd love to come over."
"Excellent!" replied Mary.
"The only problem is, I didn't bring a swimsuit..."
"That shouldn't be a problem at all. We'll sort you out," Mary replied confidently.
The rest of the afternoon I continued to ski with Mary and James. At first, I wasn't sure if I had misread James' comments as flirtations. But as the day proceeded, my suspicions were confirmed. Both James and Mary continued their flirtations with me. And I reciprocated.
On one of our runs, as we were getting on the lift, James and Mary shuffled around me and placed me between them. As we rode up, both of the older couple put their hands on my thighs, rubbing them gently as they talked about how much fun we could have.
By the time we decided to have our last run, I was both tired and horny. The three of us met up at the bottom of the hill and unclipped out skis. As we walked towards the parking lot, I asked the couple one more time, "Are you sure you want me coming over?"
"As I said on the hill, absolutely sweetheart," Mary replied.
"See that blue pick up?" James said, pointing towards a truck, "That's ours. Follow us when you leave."
I walked back to my car and took off my equipment. I glanced over at the truck a few times to see if it had departed, but it didn't. Once I climbed into the driver's seat and turned on the heat, I drove around towards the truck. James had clearly been waiting for me, because he pulled out ahead of me, leading the way.
The couple had not been lying, we had barely driven 3 minutes down the road, before James put on his signal and pulled into a beautiful log cabin mountainside. I pulled in behind them. My little car struggled a little bit on the snowy lane, but I followed the larger truck's tire treads.
I hopped out of the car a little self-consciously. I wasn't dressed appropriately for visiting with strangers. Under my jacket and snowpants, I was wearing sweats and a hoodie. I followed James and Mary to the door. James pulled out a key and opened the door.
As I stepped inside, the warmth enveloped me. It was cozy inside. Wood lined walls and a well-lit inner sanctum. Big windows and a large fireplace added to the ambience.