The early morning sun reflects off the frozen white ski slopes. Filling the lodge's common room with a hurtful brightness. Hurtful to the few late-night alcoholics populating the dark corners like cockroaches. Fellow alcoholics who are beginning to wake up to the fact it is too late to go to bed and too early to get off. I was thoroughly enjoying my Guinness, whiskey, and Baileys Hot Chocolate and thinking of ordering another when she walks in.
I'm halfway through my three-week winter vacation. Researching, photographing, and accumulating background drama for my next blockbuster novel. Unfortunately, the publishing community has yet to agree with me on their marketability. So far I have seen more than my share of Ski Bunnies who wouldn't know which end of the ski to thrust their feet in. But were wearing the minimum required latest ski fashions as not get arrested. She wasn't one of them. She looked like she could actually ski, or if not she at least wasn't allergic to snow for she was covered in it.
Enchanted I watched. She pushes back the hood of her electric blue matching ski outfit setting off a minor avalanche of snow. Her azure tinted sunglasses sent blue rainbows throughout the common area. Unzipping her bulging quilted down-filled ski jacket I couldn't help but think of Dr. Who's Tardis. For the more she unzipped the more of her there seemed to be. Stepping through the mudroom door, she removes her jacket. First, she tosses her deep mahogany-colored, ass-length hair. Resulting in her bounteous figure sending shock waves throughout the room. Bringing her beautifully displayed body to every ones attention. The low-cut scoop-necked, thin-strapped shelf bra top unable to hide her cold harden nipples.
She smiles. She looks right at me and smiles. I look around to make sure she isn't smiling at someone behind me. I smile back after my fears are unverified. There is no one even close to me. She comes toward me, bouncing all the way. It's no longer too early for me to get off. I need to be careful I don't cum as I watch her.
"Hi. That looks good and warm." She says standing between me and the open hearth fire. The bartender watched her, as did the other barflies, walking toward me. Making it so all I had to do was raise my arm showing two fingers and he went to work on our drinks.
"It is. It's definitely what you need coming in from the cold." She takes a step toward me bending at the waist. I can't help but gaze at her great and magnanimous breasts. She takes my cup, stepping back toward the fireplace. She takes a tentative sip and shivers. Watching her body quiver all over warms me up more than three of those drinks would have. "Oh, this is good." She says after another sip. She steps toward me bending over holding my cup close to her cleavage. I reach for my cup, making sure I brush my fingers against her inviting tits.
"Do you ski?" She asks facing the fire warming her hands. Her ample ass squeezed into matching electric blue quilted remarkably tight ski pants. Inches from my face.
