I had an amazing experience last weekend that has changed my outlook on traveling alone.
I had gone skiing alone to Mammoth Mountain in northern California alone, as my kids are quite young and my wife doesn't ski much. The snow was awesome and very few people were there. This meant that I did little else but ski my legs right off.
My second night I took myself out to a nice dinner. I had a great meal and drank a few glasses of wine, which is a lot for me. After dinner I hung out for a bit at the club next door. The music was pretty good and the young ladies very enticing. I danced a little but was too tired to do much.
Once back at the lodge, it was very late and I decided to have a sauna. I put on the robe that came with the unit, grabbed a towel and walked to the sauna. Being so late it was really quiet around. My boots crunched in the snow but all else was dead silent.
I hung up my robe, stepped out of my boots and into the sauna. It being so late, I simply laid the towel on the upper bench and sat on it, nude. The sauna was already very hot. Someone had been in recently.
I sat there awhile feeling really hot and tired. I began to think about my wife and the terrific time we had in bed before I left for the mountains. She is very petite and curvy; super sexy with beautiful tits and a superb cock-sucking mouth. She brought me to a massive spurting and gulping finish in her mouth after a wonderful bout of sex. She remains the greatest lay of my life; and I've had a few.
The memory of that night was making my cock somewhat thick and full as I laid back reliving some of the hottest parts. I had to adjust my penis to give it some room to grow, and sat back in the very dim light of the sauna. I had been in there for about 15 to 20 minutes when the door opened and another man stepped in, wrapped in a towel.
I looked up to notice that he was a bit younger than me, about 30 maybe, and in pretty good shape. The towel around his waist was cinched tight enough to show some of his package. My wife would have loved the display. He asked if it was okay to join me. "Sure. No problem. I was just about asleep."
"I know what you mean. The heat is like a sleeping pill. I'm hoping that it will put me to sleep.
"Can't sleep?" I asked him.
He told me about his lying awake in bed, knowing that he needed rest from skiing but just couldn't get to sleep. We chatted awhile about his wife and kids, my wife and kids, what we did for livings, etc. We chatted about skiing, the rooms of the lodge we were staying in, and how his was on the top floor, at the end of the lodge, overlooking the mountain.
"The Gondola suite?" I asked.
"Exactly. You been there?"
"Not for years." I told him. "I used to stay there back when I could drop that kind of money on a ski trip. Now that I'm married with kids..."
"Yeah, yeah. It was a gift from the office, for closing a deal here on this trip. I'd never be able to get my wife to go for it nowadays, either." We both laughed.
He was sitting there still wrapped in his towel, which looked uncomfortable. This made me feel self-conscious about being fully on display. He kept glancing at me, so finally I said, "I hope that I'm not too immodest for you. I can out my towel on if you prefer."
"No that's fine. I was just thinking that you looked more comfortable without it, but wasn't sure if you minded if I took mine off." I assured him that I didn't. He stood and swept off his towel and with his position right next to me I couldn't help but watch. It was like a car crash, you just couldn't help staring. Plus it was a bit like a show anyway; performed with flourish. What I immediately noticed was that he was really big; very well endowed; like a porn star I had once seen.
He relaxed again and we continued chatting, about nothing in particular. We eventually began discussing sex with our wives and what we both enjoyed doing with them. We agreed that there was every likelihood that we would never meet again, and so why not divulge sexual secrets about our spouses. Mine loved the taste of cum, his didn't; his loved it in the ass, whereas mine only rarely could take it for more than a minute or two.
I mentioned that she must be rather elastic to be able to accommodate his size. He agreed that she was. Mine admitted that size was important, but thought that I was the perfect size. I told him that I thought she might enjoy someone more his size. He told me that he didn't think that we were all that different. I corrected him that he was unusually large. "You're way bigger than me. I can tell from here."
"I don't know about 'way bigger'." He told me. "You look pretty good sized."
"Maybe, but you're quite huge, it looks like. And you're not even hard."
"Not yet. Keep talking like that and I'm gonna get there soon."
I had noticed. He was increasing in size, steadily. He was quite huge in fact. "How big are you?" I asked him.
"Around 10", maybe."
"Well," I suggested, "that's huge in my book." He nodded a bit. "In anybody's book I think. My wife would stare in wonder."
"Like you're doing?" He asked me. I was staring. He moved to cover it.
"No don't" I blurted out. "I mean, I don't mean to make you feel funny."
"I don't feel funny. I getting hard here. I don't want to you get the wrong idea, man"
"No worries." I joked. "It's perfectly natural". He set his towel down slowly, acknowledging that he was actively leaving his erect penis uncovered. It was erect now, fully beautifully erect; every bit of 10". "Besides," I whispered, "it's quite a sight."
I stared openly, gawked even, at his gorgeous penis, which was standing straight up and pulsing hard. Very slowly, almost imperceptibly, he opened his legs wider, giving me a better and better view. We sat in silence as I just sat there and watched. I realized that I was rock hard also, and that he was staring at mine. Minutes passed as we just watched each other.
He finally broke the silence. "Well", he said, his voice shaking a bit, "I think I'm ready for sleep."
"Or ready for something..." I countered. "Cold shower?" He laughed.
We both stood and wrapped towels around us looking ridiculous with our erections poking out the fronts. "C'mon ladies. Let's dance." I joked, showing a shimmy as if I had a partner. We laughed again. Once back in the locker room, we made a final brief show of stripping towels and both donning our robes again. "Wait." I said. "One more look?" I asked. Very slowly he opened his robe again and gave me a long look at his semi erect cock. "I stared again for a long moment. "Gorgeous penis" I whispered. He smiled, slowly closed and tied his robe, said goodnight and we went our separate ways.
I had been back in my room for about 20 minutes and was pacing around nude. I was in a total quandary. I was completely erect, slowly fondling myself, and replaying the image of his cock in my mind. What was the deal? God I was pathetically horny! I climbed into bed, knowing that sleep wouldn't come. What was up with me? I was infatuated with his cock. I had never been this way before. I began to jack off, thinking of his cock. What would it be like to feel it, stroke, even... Wow! I was really fucking horny. I was even thinking about what it would be like to kiss it and take it in my mouth. What was up with me?
I stopped and laid there for a minute, completely hard. I flipped on the light. 'I must be out of my fucking mind!' I thought. I reached for the phone. I held it for another full minute. My heart was pounding. I called the operator. I asked for the Gondola suite, and almost hung up the phone when it began ringing.
