Lauren had been working for her new consulting firm for a little over a year when she was invited to the annual company ski trip to Tahoe. This was her second job out of college and it included a huge raise from the first contract engineering job she landed.
She had accomplished so much in the last four years: a degree in electrical engineering, landing a first job and then an even better second one, running a marathon, losing twenty pounds, and perhaps most importantly, losing her virginity to her first real boyfriend Tom.
Lauren had always felt fat growing up though she never was. She just had a soft naturally curvy body with a big waist that refused to shrink even after she ran 26.2 miles. But those larger hips and hundreds of training miles had also given her a firm athletic bubble butt which, when paired with her petite blonde frame, gave her far more male admirers than her fragile ego allowed her to admit.
She had met Tom their senior year in college and his unconditional love for her had given her the confidence she needed to finish school, begin a successful career, and become the blonde bombshell she always wanted to be.
The snow trip invitation was for two and Lauren was very excited to make this trip one her and Tom would always remember.
They arrived at the cabin mid-afternoon and before they even had a chance to unpack Lauren's boss Dave had Tom drinking a lager and Lauren sipping a chardonnay. Dave was a gregarious mid-thirties former college football player who never seemed to mind that he was often the only black guy in the room in Lauren's industry. Dave had let himself go a little around the middle since his playing days but it was only little beer weight from all the entertaining he did at company functions. He was a good manager who got excellent results for his team and seemed to be on the fast track for a top executive position at the firm.
Dave had rented a huge four-story cabin on the side of a hill overlooking Lake Tahoe. The entry level form the road was also the top level of the cabin with the lower levels hugging the side of the mountain. It had a huge living room with a fireplace, a dining room, and a kitchen on that entry level while all the bedrooms were on the lower levels.
After Lauren and Tom had stashed their luggage, they joined Dave and the four other couples in front of the roaring fireplace for a game of charades. Dave played more of a referee role as the five employees at the firm, and their partners, were all pretty competitive.
During a lull in the game Lauren went to refill her wine glass and freshen herself up in the bathroom. She was already a little tipsy and was concentrating on not spilling her wine so she didn't really notice that light inside the bathroom was on. When she burst through the door Dave was just shaking his dick empty after taking a leak. Lauren let out an audible gasp at the site of Dave's member. It hung limp between his thighs like a giant unused fire hose but it was already far bigger than any cock Lauren had ever seen.
"I'm so sorry," Lauren blurted out as she quickly jumped back and shut the door behind her. Lauren could feel the blood rushing to her face, which she expected, but what she did not expect was the sudden pulsing warmth between her legs as well. Still a little stunned at that site of Dave's manhood Lauren hadn't moved an inch when Dave opened the door a minute later after taking the time to wash his hands.
"That was totally my fault," Dave offered. "We are in such tight quarters here I should have locked the door," he said. "I hope you won't file a complaint with human resources," he finished.
"Oh no no," Lauren quickly replied. "Total accident. These things happen. I didn't even see anything," she lied. Dave winked and replied, "Oh good. Thanks. I love having you on our team Lauren and I'd hate it if this trip changed any of that."
"I love it here too," Lauren said, now fully composed again. "I do have to pee though if I could move in behind you," she continued.
"Of course. Of course," Dave replied. And he left down the hallway to get the charades game started again.
By the time Lauren got back the living room the game was already up and running with Dave showing no sign that the bathroom incident ever happened. All the couples were having a great time thanks in no small part to the endless wine, beer, and cocktails that were flowing out of the kitchen.
Eventually the game did die down and Lauren and Tom shuffled downstairs to bed. Lauren was still a little horny from seeing Dave in the bathroom and she pawed at Tom's chest for a couple minutes before his heavy breathing informed her he was fast asleep. Slightly frustrated but even more tired, Lauren turned over and fell asleep as well.
She was awoken an hour later with a burgeoning headache from too many glasses of wine so she fumbled around her bag to find some Advil. She grabbed her phone from the nightstand to use as a light and once she located the pills she headed upstairs to the kitchen for some water to quiet her throbbing head.
Turning the last flight of stairs before reaching the kitchen Lauren heard a woman moaning and the slapping of skin. "Uuuggghh my god. Don't stop fucking me. You feel so fucking good," Lauren heard a female voice between two sets of rhythmic slapping noises.
Lauren couldn't help herself from peeking her head up around the corner and then her jaw immediately hit the floor.. Dave was on his knees completely naked except for his socks in front of the fireplace, his broad shoulders and muscular arms were authoritatively gripping the curvy hips of a beautiful blonde woman with huge DD tits who was on all fours in front of Dave. Lauren recognized her as Stacy, the girlfriend of her co-worker Mike, who she did not see anywhere in the room.
Dave was holding Stacy lily white ass perfectly still while his jet black torso pumped rhythmically into her. His now fully erect thick as a coke can cock was easily sliding in and out of Stacy's engorged pussy, her juices adding a shiny glow to his massive manhood in the firelight.
"Mmm-fuck me Dave. Make me cum. Oh my...Uuuggghh," Stacy screamed.
As Lauren followed the length of Stacy's body she realized what the first slapping noise was: Stacy's giant beautiful twits were swinging in parallel rotating circles, noisily slapping together once each rotation. Lauren had smaller but perky B cups and she had always been jealous of busty girls like Stacy. She was even more jealous now as she watched Stacy's tear dropped shaped mounds slam together.
