Long days on the slopes never seem that long when you are out on the snow carving it up. Once you come off the snow though and find that walking is a new experience that your body seems to have forgotten how to do, you realize that you might have been out for a bit longer than you had originally expected.
Today was one of those days. Great runs down the mountain, carving across trails packed with powder, and looking for areas where the powder was still deep. It was amazing. There had been a couple runs through the trees that had gone quite well. Some steeper than others, which were always exciting, and some mellow runs just to get out of the wind.
The temperatures had not been nice. Walking out the front door that morning, the forecast had said it would get to be balmy 11 degrees Fahrenheit. Starting the day though, had been at 4. Then the wind picked up and it just got nasty. Two base-layers under my snow pants, and a base layer top, and fleece under my jacket made up my outfit. I had never worn that many layers of clothing before on the slopes, and I was glad for every bit of it.
Riding up the lift was a grueling experience. I had to continuously flex my fingers and toes hoping that feeling would return. Then you covered your facemask, and helmet trying to keep the wind from getting in. It was a constant back and forth that made me wonder why I was there. You could almost forget how good the snow was when sitting 30-100 feet above the ground being blown around in the wind. Good company on the lift always made that go faster.
The constant comments and jokes from my companions were what got me through the day. With that crowd, a fun time was always there to be had. We would cheer each other on through the cold, and down the slopes. We would laugh at each other's minor crashes, push one another to make another run, go a little faster, or carve a little deeper.
Still, eventually, you must come in. The cold took its toll, and you must come inside to warm up, get more fluids in your body, and a little food. After dropping our boards, skis, and poles in the lockers, we headed up to our room to do just that. We broke the snack food out of the cabinets, made a couple sandwiches and heated up left-overs from the night before.
It was late enough in the day that thoughts of going back out onto the freezing cold mountain soon diminished into wishful thinking. Then a quick glance out the window at the hot tub soon gave us other plans. The hot tub was calling our names, and it was time to head down and warm up sore muscles hoping the aches and pains would float away in the steamy water. We changed into our suits and headed down.
The hot tub was outside, we stood inside the gym that faced the hot tub looking at the inviting water, wondering just how cold it was outside. We were dressed in swim trunks and t-shirts. I did not wear any shoes down, but the other two guys were wearing clogs. Not wanting to towel off after being in the tub outside, we dropped our towels off and shirts on the floor next to the inside of the door. Then we walked out into the cold.
That short walk to the tub was very cold. Though, having been inside the warm building did lessen the sting a bit. The building wrapped around the area with the tub, and an empty pool (that was full of snow), sheltering it from the freezing winds. The short walk to the tub was not the most unpleasant thing we had done that day, made less so by knowing that the warm water was waiting for us.
An older couple were in the tub enjoying the warm water in quiet. We walked down the steps into the pool and started chatting with them. Tales of our adventures on the slopes were passed back and forth. One amusing story after another was shared until we had covered all the things, we could talk about concerning the day on the slopes. As we were there, more people started to come out of the building and join us in the water.
Before long, we reached the stated capacity for the pool (a whooping 10 people). One of our party proclaimed that he had seen that pool up to 17 people before, and I believed him. There was standing room in the middle of the tub, and if you sat people in each other's laps, you could quickly get more room. Our group of three were all men, so we were not volunteering for that particular solution.
Two young women came down to the tub right about then. They climbed into the tub and sat on the steps immersing themselves in the water. One of them was a larger girl in a dark one-piece swimsuit with a small skirt that hung just past the lower edge of her suit. The other girl had blonde hair in a bun and was wearing a green bikini.
Upon spying the blonde woman, I moved my eyes away from her, looking at one of my friends who looked at the blonde woman and then proceeded to wink at me. Still, I could not get the image of her perfectly shaped body out of my mind. The gentle swell of her perfectly shaped bosom, the clean lines of her tight stomach, the supple curves of her thighs coming down into perfect calves. The clean lines of her beautiful face were perfectly visible with her hair pulled back. Even with my eyes closed, I could feel the piercing beauty of her dark colored eyes.
The water swirled around her as she struck up a conversation with my friend concerning her iPhone which she had just placed on the edge of the tub behind her. They spoke about the case, and how it was waterproof. My friend asked if she had done the testing to make sure that it was, and she assured him that she had.
A couple minutes later, the family of three in the corner next to me decided they had had enough and made their way towards the steps. The two women there moved out of their way and over towards the bench on the side where I was sitting. The larger woman sat down on the far side, while the blonde sat down next to me.
While I averted my eyes, the two young women chatted amongst themselves. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see the water washing around and over her ample cleavage. I focused my attention on my friends who were talking about the weather we had had earlier in the week. Not looking over at her became increasingly difficult.
A couple agonizing minutes later, another group of guys came down and joined us. They moved over towards where the two women were sitting, and as a result, they scooted up closer to me. I did my best to ignore them, trying to be casual, but suspecting I was failing. Every time I looked straight ahead, or up at the sky, I could see her beautiful face and cleavage out of the corner of my eye.
Then her friend got up and headed out of the tub. There was a brief conversation first about whether she would stay or go. The blonde was not sure how much longer she would be and said it was fine for her friend to head out. So, she did. The blonde picked up her phone, tapped at the screen for a few moments, then put it back on the wall behind her. She sat quietly minding her own business while everyone else in the tub chatted up a storm.
I closed my eyes, trying to figure out how to draw her into the conversation. I knew I would not want to be left out of everything, feeling all alone in a hot tub full of people. Every time I thought of something though, my tongue got twisted. I could not clear my mind of the visage of her beauty in the water next to me.
I leaned over, putting my head inches from her ear and a million different questions flooded my mind. Where are you from? What do you ride, skies or snowboard? Did you have a good day on the slopes? How about this weather? Instead, what comes out in a soft voice is, "If the tub gets too crowded, you are welcome to sit in my lap."
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. "Why wait until then", she asked in a sultry voice. I sat there for a moment too stunned to speak. I tried to swallow but found that my throat had gone bone dry. One of her hands found my thigh as she licked her lips and slid her firm buttocks across my legs. Then she put both of her hands on my thighs and slid herself backwards until her butt was planted firmly against my groin. I closed my eyes and let my body savor the feeling of her weight against me.
