My name is Vic Thomas and I am 68 years old and this is my strange tale about my journey wit a woman named Evangelina. It all started about eight years ago. I had been married to a wonderful woman for 35 years but she was struck down by dementia. I had been taking care of her at home for a couple of years but things were becoming increasingly difficult.
My wife was about 10 years older than me. I was really feeling the pressure and becoming more isolated over time. One of my children, who lived in the area, suggested that I join the local ski club and offered to care after my wife while I went to the monthly meetings (I was a passionate skier since my childhood).
This particular year they offered a trip to an area I had never been to and had a reputation of fantastic snow. Early on I asked my grown child if she and her husband could take care of my wife if I went on this excursion. My wife never liked winter sports and she liked the idea of staying with her daughter and grandchildren for several days.
Arrangements were then made and I eagerly anticipated the trip. I always got a private room because I'm not into socializing and I snore like a freight train. After skiing, I usually sack out trying to get warm from the day's activities and find it a chore to even get up for dinner anyway......
The day arrived and I got on the plane for my trip. my assigned seat was next to a couple from the ski club. They were named Ron and Evangelina Ferguson. They appeared to be in their early 50's. Ron was about 6' 2" and weighed 210, with dark hair with a balding patch on top. His clothes although expensive were too tight for his maturing physique.
Evangelina was about 5'3", she was wearing a ski sweater that covered her chest. Her breasts appeared ample and she appeared to have a mature woman's body - a little extra padding but she still looked to be in good shape. She had long salt and pepper hair drawn back in a pony tail. The thing that really set her apart was that she was wearing skin tight leggings and they showed a fantastic pair of muscular legs.
Ron was an obnoxious from the get go. He was loud and demanding of the flight attendants and started drinking liquor on the flight at 8am. He was also rude towards the other passengers and, especially, his wife.
He bragged about his skiing prowess for the entire 4 hours into Denver. I couldn't wait to get away from him. His wife on the other hand was very polite and we exchanged pleasantries about our children and grandchildren and the various places we had lived in our lives.
We eventually got to Salt Lake City and climbed onto the bus out to the area. I made sure I sat as far away from Ron Ferguson that I could get. The rest of the trip was uneventful except when We got to the hotel, I was assigned the room next to Ron and Evangelina.
"Great, this is really going to suck," I thought to myself.
The next morning I was up bright and early as I can't sleep that well in a strange bed. In the middle of the night Ron was apparently ravaging Evangelina with all the sounds coming through the walls.
For about an hour at 1 am, he was yelling "Fuck Me, Angie, Fuck Me!!!!" and the headboard was banging into the wall.
I heard him grunting and groaning and yell, "I'm cumming, you bitch, swallow it all".
Anyway, I was down at breakfast with other club members when Ron showed up wearing his one piece ski suit from the nineties. He looked vaguely like a water balloon with the bright colors. He was loudly exclaiming how he was going to tear up the mountain and make everyone look like pussies.
The club had an orientation group to help familiarize people to the hill. Ron went off with another group of tyros. Evangelina and I stayed with the orientation group. This group circulated around the mountain staying mostly on green (easiest) and blue (intermediate). We got to know where all the facilities were located and local idiosyncrasies about the hill.
We traded off riding chairs with one another. I noticed Evangelina was a strong Intermediate. As for myself, I had been skiing for 50+ years, was on a racing team in high school, skied all over the map, had attended bump and racing camps throughout my life and could handle just about anything that was thrown at me.
I had also learned that discretion was the better part of valor meaning that I would accurately assess a situation and make a rational decision before jumping into something that could cause injuries. In fact, as a teenager, I had a bad crash that injured my back and I was 5 years on from having back surgery due to that injury.
Evangelina noticed my skiing and the fact that I didn't hold my experience over any of the other group members. I just talked about family life, jobs and careers, places that we have all visited, etc. She seemed to be catching the same chairs as I was riding within the group. We stopped for lunch and several members said that they were very tired and wanted to rest in the afternoon. I decided that I wanted to stay out for awhile and Evangelina asked if I was going to do some difficult terrain in the afternoon.
I said "No, I need to do some cruising. I need to get my legs under me. I'm no spring chicken."
She laughed and asked "I was wondering if Libby (her close friend) and I skied with you this afternoon?"
I said, "That would be great. I'd love some company. My skiing is almost always solo and I do get lonely."
She smiled. Libby, Evangelina and I spent 2 wonderful hours in the bright sunshine exploring the mountain without any competition, bragging, or obnoxious behavior.
At 3:30 pm we headed in and went our separate ways. I climbed into bed to warm up and massage the pain out of my legs. I joined the group for dinner but I ate my food quickly and was leaving the dining area when Evangelina, Libby and her husband walked in.
Evangelina said "Are you finished, already?"
I noticed that she was wearing her skin tight leggings and had her hair in a french braid. She really looked good.
"Yeah," I said, "I told you that I was an early to bed type of guy"
Libby said, "Well we are going to the bar about 9. We'd love for you to join us if you want."
I said, "Thanks, but I'm not sure my legs are going to cooperate"
I did notice that Ron was not in the group. Anyway, I went up to my room and crawled under my covers.
I couldn't get to sleep, there were noises coming Ron and Evangelina's room, fucking noises. The headboard was banging against the wall. I clearly heard a woman saying "Stick your tongue in my pussy, suck my clit."
The woman was obviously enjoying herself and moaning, "Unnnnnnhhhhh, Harder, baby, HARDER!!!!!!!!!!! Jam that cock in my pussy, I want to feel it all the way up to your balls!!!!!!!!!,"
The headboard sounded like it was going to come through the wall.
After several more minutes, I heard Ron say "Where do you want me to cum, bitch?"
The woman in a heavy breathless voice, said, "In my pussy, deep in my pussy. Seed my cunt, Ron!!!!"
I heard Ron roar, "AGGGHHHHHHHHH".
The woman didn't sound like Evangelina and I had just seen her down at dinner butI was too tired to put two and two together. I woke up about 8:30 and couldn't get back to sleep. I decided to get dressed to go to the bar just to see what was going on. I went down stairs and saw Libby and her husband, and another friend of theirs named Bob. Bob said his wife Marianne was up in the room, resting . Evangelina was also there but there was no Ron.
