Author's note: I'm trying to build up some structure to my story "The Spark" which I have published elsewhere, and here on Literotica as separate chapters. I've have nearly 270,000 readers of my story, which I originally named "Public Secrets". The reason I renamed it is because I want to take my characters on a deeper journey, to storylines that reside in places in mind and heart which I couldn't do with the original name.
If you're reading this, please leave a comment. "Yes" so I know you're there, or if you have any questions, ask away, and I'll reply. Over the next few months, I'll be adding chapters which tie in all the scenes and carry the characters forward, you'll discover their motivation.
This chapter is based in a beautiful place in Canada. Jasper, specifically Marmot Basin & The Jasper Park Lodge. If you haven't visited, they are truly spectacular gems on this planet. Again, please say hello in the comments if you like this chapter. Enjoy!
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Sophia's voice was quiet, thick with memory. Wired from the drive back home from the mountains.
I sat on the floor in front of her, her on the couch, my hands on her knees, eyes locked to hers. She wasn't just telling me...she was re-living her weekend in Jasper.
I lit the fireplace. It sparked for 5 seconds, then the gas ignited with a deep boom as flames filled the fireplace.
The warm glow lit Sophia's radiant skin. "After we sparked, I stared at the ceiling. At the knots in the timber of my cabin. At the absence of air. I wanted to get home quickly after it happened."
"I'm glad." I didn't know what else to say, but let the words pour out of her.
"I saw him on the hill," she said. "It was my third run. I was flushed, sweating under my jacket, waiting in the singles line. He slid in beside me confidently. Blue jacket, helmet under one arm, snow-dusted lashes. And that smile...boyish, but cocky. Like he already knew I was his."
I felt the heat rise through my body beyond the warm of the fire gently heating the room. "What'd he say?"
"Asked if I was local. I said no. He smirked and said, 'Alone?' I told him I was here for some space. Let him see the wedding ring, let it catch the sun just right. I saw his eyes drop to it. He didn't back off. That's when I knew."
The corner of her mouth lifted. Her fingers wiggled, bearing the wedding ring I bought for her, then upgraded to a larger one over the years as our love grew stronger.
"His name is Jake."
She continued. "We skied together. Two runs. Jake would race ahead, stop, wait for me. The second run I blew past him, kicking his ass. He shouted 'I still won because I got to watch the way your hips carved into the snow.' I beat him to Knob chair, skiing into the couples lane. I looked back, and he was still a bit up the mountain, I was going to get on without him to teach him a lesson. My chair swung around with my time to get on, he blew-in and stood next to me, leaning in, I felt the warmth from his breath fill against my cheek, he whispered in my ear that seeing my butt ski in front of him was making him hard."
I swallowed, and paused, my cock already throbbing against my jeans thinking about this young guy admiring my beautiful wife Sophia. "And the lift? Did you take it up together?"
She exhaled slowly, her thighs shifting under my palms.
"Yes. But two others from the couples' lane sat next to us, so we were pressed against each other. I could feel the energy growing between us as the lift climbed."
She looked down, a faint smile on her lips. "Jake asked, 'Do you ski Marmot Basin often? Or come to Jasper?'
"I said, 'I do. It's such a close escape.'
"Then he smirked and said, 'Let me guess where you're staying... JPL?'
"I laughed. 'Yes, Jasper Park Lodge is my special place.'"
She paused, fingers brushing the top of my knee.
"We chatted a bit more about each other. But really, his questions were all focused on me."
"The second time up, it was just us. Empty chairs ahead and behind. Up above the trees, the valley stretching beneath us, must've been lunch hour because everything emptied out. You could hear that silence you only get in the cold. Mist from our breath rolling across each other's faces, like we were wrapped in each other already. It was just the two of us in the middle of the chair, surround by stunning mountain views of the town of Jasper."
She closed her eyes for a beat. I run my hand on her thigh back and forth. Friction heated the palm of my hand as I felt the tingling of closeness grow as she shared.
"Then his hand was on my thigh like the way you're touching me now, he squeezed. I didn't move, the strength from his large hand excited me. He unzipped the front of my pants...just enough, I unzipped the rest, he reached over, I took him by his wrist and shoved his hand between my thighs. His fingers were freezing."
"Jesus," I breathed. Imagining Sophia's soft, smooth, supple thighs in his cold, large hands getting to touch her.
"The jolt when he touched me between my legs, lit me up. Jake felt so cold at first. He pushed my panties aside in the front, then slid a finger inside me. My pussy clamped around his icy thick finger like it was trying to melt him, but I was the one melting, my pussy was soaking. The contrast... his icy fingers and my heat, it made everything more intense.
He whispered, 'You're fucking hot. Literally.' Then slipped two fingers in, hooking deep into my pussy. He slid his fingers in and out while the vibrations from the chairlift riding up the mountain added to the pleasure I felt, every time the chairlift past a lift tower, it would cause the chair to shake, I would bounce up and down on his hand, his fingers blasting my pussy.
My breath hitched. I looked at her in wonder imaging her getting finger fucked by this young stranger in the picturesque mountain views. I didn't know what to label it, but it was a version of the mile-high club.
"And when he pulled them out, he tasted them. Sucked them slow, then slipped his saliva and pussy soaked fingers into my mouth. Saying, 'I want more.'"
"Did you give him more?"
"I didn't answer. I just smiled."
"We got off the lift. Didn't speak. Just this electric silence between us. I skied away, afraid things were moving way too quickly. I didn't see Jake after that.
"You didn't see him again though?" I swallowed and asked curiously.
"I did. I did another run solo, sad I had lost him. I then headed back to the parking lot, my car was covered in snow. I fumbled for the brush, but before I could start, he appeared behind me. No words. He had his snow brush in hand, and started clearing my windshield."
"Chivalry and control." My jaw clenched, as I knew there was more.
She nodded. "He had no ski jacket, his snow pants open, just a t-shirt, his body gorgeous and fit, the bulge in his thermal underwear protruding."
"He cleared the mirrors. The roof. Every edge. I stood there like a girl in a high school crush, watching this young man sweep the snow from my car like it was foreplay."
"Did you tell him your hotel and room then?" I asked eagerly, rushing the whole story, where I knew I should've let it unravel.
"No. Well yes, he knew I was staying at the Jasper Park Lodge. I didn't want to say my room number."
"Were you scared?"
"No, I wanted him to earn it. So I challenged him. Told him we'd play a game of X's for my O's.
"Cute" I smiled at the pun as she wagered her hole, specifically making it pural.
"Where did you play that?"
She smiled. "Using the snow, on the hood of my car. He laughed, played along. Used his glove to draw the grid, fingers sketching each X, each O. We took turns. Flirting between moves."
"Who won?"
"I did."
"And?"
"In the final square, I wrote it. Just three numbers."
"Your room."
"637."
"Hot."
Sophia reached to the side table without looking, grabbed the paper bag she'd brought home from the trip. She set it between us. The fire glowed behind me.
She pulled out a tall, phallic shaped glass bottle with a maple leaf embossed in neck the glass. It was nearly empty, just a thin gold ribbon of syrup clinging to the inside, like it had been poured thick and slow and deliberately. She held it between her fingers for a beat, then looked up at me.
"This was supposed to be for you," she said.
I didn't speak. Just watched her hands as she turned it slowly, the syrup clinging to the sides like sweat.
"I stopped at the hotel boutique on the way back to my room," she said. "My thighs were still trembling from the lift, and my pussy... was still wet. But when I walked past the shelves and saw this...real Jasper maple syrup, local, small-batch...I thought of you."
I felt it. That twist. The contrast. My wife walking through a gift shop still soaked, opened from another man's fingers, and thinking of me, buying a gift for me.
"I just wanted to bring something back," she continued. "Something sweet. Something that felt like love. Like home."
"You picked syrup?" I said.
She smiled. "You love it. On waffles. On pancakes. Even in your chai sometimes. It made me feel... I just missed you. Like... I wasn't just a slut about to leave her door unlocked for a younger guy I just met that day. I am still your wife. Still thinking about what you'd want."
I watched her turn the bottle in her hand again, the liquid thick and slow like memory itself.
"But," I said.
She nodded. "When I got back to my cabin, I set it by the fireplace in my room, started the fire. I lit the side lamp, took off my clothes, I showered, then left the door unlatched and I got under the sheets."
Her voice dropped, and I felt my breath catch. Thinking about her beautiful body, so fresh and under the sheets, vulnerable.
