Sara and Linda had been looking forward to their ski trip for months. Meticulously planning all the details. A remote cabin where you could ski in and ski out. All the supplies they would need for 2 weeks. Some tequila for the cold nights. Plenty of warm blankets and all the ski gear.
After the three hour drive they were exhausted and got to sleep. The next day they skied to their hearts delight. Sara, a 43 year old professor at the University of Colorado, and Linda, her 41 year old lover of 8 years, had made this trip only twice before and had decided to make it a yearly ritual to refresh themselves and get some precious alone time. That first night they were so tired they fell right asleep, cuddling through the night, postponing until the next night any amorous undercover adventures.
After a late morning brunch, they turned on the local rock station and heard a ski report that said fresh powder was on the way with a new storm front. And boy were they right. After a few lazy hours lounging, showering and getting their ski gear ready for an afternoon run, the storm hit. Snow fell like huge cottonballs quickly covering their car and the surrounding trees with a blanket. Sensing the conditions to cold to venture, they started a fire and started kissing. Deep kisses that older lovers who knew the other so well could give, surrendering to the other in total trust. No need to even do more, as they had explored each other's bodies so many times, little was left to explore. But the kisses remained their favorite parts of lovemaking, allowing them to build anticipation until one gave in and undid the other's jeans and fingered so sweetly. This night was no different. This time Sara did the honors and brought sweet Linda to a nice climax with her hand in her panties. No surprises but they didn't think they needed one. As the wind howled and muffled their lovemaking sounds, Linda let loose more than normal and let out a breathtaking scream. It thrilled them that no one was around for 10 miles at least. Fortunately, their cell phones worked there and their SUV was a rugged Land Rover.
They decided to turn in early so they could go for a sunrise run on the fresh powder. As they brushed their teeth they heard a familiar sound, but which was still unexpected. In the middle of the storm, another SUV pulled up. The faint sound of alternative rock suddenly stopped as they headlights beamed through the curtains. Who could that be?
They opened the door and saw two girls emerge from the snow covered vehicle. Neither could be much older than 20 and appeared to be on their winter break from college.
Sara inquired: "What can we do for you?"
Marie: "We are like totally lost...do you guys have a phone?"
Sara, taking charge, "Come on in...call whoever you need."
After talking to someone, it appeared they had taken a wrong turn in the fork of the road outside of town and were 1 hour away from their destination. It was 10:30 p.m. and their car was barely visible under the snow. It was really coming down. Marie hung up and told her friend Carol that they should start out or they would never make it by midnight.
At that point Linda butted in. "You can't get back on that road, you can barely see the road anymore"
Marie: "Well, we can't stay here!"
Sara: "Of course you can, at least until the storm passes....its supposed to be clear by morning."
After some back and forth about the limited sleeping conditions, there was only one bed in the cabin, they settled on just crashing next to them since it would only be for one night.
They returned to their car to get their toothbrushes and jammies and hopped back into the cabin. After telling them all about their studies and trying to see if they had any friends in common at the University (they didn't), they opened the bed and staked out a side. They never explained they were a couple to the girls, as they had not come out to the administration and didn't want to make any trouble. The girls didn't seem to care. So they turned out the light and turned in, with Sara and Linda taking opposite sides of the bed and Marie (age 20) and Carol (age 19) in the middle. The bed was big and there was plenty of room and it was near midnight so they all slept almost as soon as their heads hit the pillow. The fire blew out so they pulled the huge covers over themselves. Carol and Marie had huge over sized tees on and athletic socks and Linda and Sara had flannel pajamas from Lands End, nothing too sexy.
Sara had noticed how cute these girls were, but was used to resisting the temptation as many of her students were both young, cute and off limits and most were not lesbian or even bi. Sara herself was a lovely 5'7" blond with short hair and slim hips. Her lover Linda, a gorgeous Italian woman, 5'5" with huge D cups and very generous hips and buttocks. Both were above average in looks but didn't flaunt it.
Marie was a classic with a brunette bob and huge brown eyes, petite, 5'2 and pert, gravity defying b cups which both girls took turns peaking at as she changed earlier. Carol was a vixen with raven black hair and very light skin and the most enticing green eyes. She looked to have some Greek in her, but was hard to tell for sure. Carol was more buxom, but very firm, with c cups and a very flat tummy. They seemed athletic yet very feminine.
After a few hours of sleep, the covers started to weigh them down to much, trapping their collective heat and making them much too warm. Without waking up they pushed their covers down and extended their bodies, inevitably crossing legs with each other. In their sleep not one noticed whose bodies where whose, but after a huge howl from the trees, Sara was suddenly awake. The girls and Linda still slept deep, the sounds of their deep breathing competing with the outside howls.
Sara noticed that Marie's leg had cross over to her side and pinned her left leg under it. Her thighs spread provocatively and her huge tee up around her waist exposing her pretty pink cotton panties to the moonlight. What was she thinking? This was too much to resist. Maybe she could place her hand on her pelvis and just let it rest there.
If she woke up she could pretend to sleep and pretend she unconsciously did it. Who would know? Linda certainly couldn't get jealous as it would be an accident. Linda would probably do same thing if she got the chance. Slowly Sara slid her hand and lightly placed if over sweet Marie's pussy, resting her long fingers right over the fabric that covered the lips and slit.
Success! She hadn't woken up and it felt so good. Better than she imagined. A bit moist from sweat and oh so tender. This started to excite Sara, more than she could control. So close to this hot girl and yet so far away from the true source of her desire. Then, Marie started to stir. But not as if to awake. A slight hip swivel. The right kind, too. Her hips moved just enough to force Sara's hand back and forth over her most precious spot. Then a very subtle feeling emerged under her finger. The ever so slight fleshy protrusion of her clitty, which seemed to harden under her cupping hand. This was too much to take. Marie started to say something.
Oh god, she was going to get caught! Before she could move her hand, she heard Marie say in a whisper, "oh Jules..."
