The First Snow!

Hey Guys!

As you can see from the pic, we finally got our first snow of the coming winter season. I am so excited! I can hardly wait until I can do some skiing and boarding on Buttermilk. Just thinking about it reminds me of a day I had skiing just a couple years ago. I was riding up the chair lift with this incredibly cute guy and we started chatting. We seemed to hit it off really well. He said, "it's about lunch time, do you mind joining me?" I said, "sure!" We ate, talked, and really enjoyed one anothers company. It just happened that he was in Denver for business for a few days and decided to come up for a couple days of skiing. After lunch we made a couple runs together and while riding up the lift again, he reached over and put his hand on my leg. I remember thinking to myself, "finally!" He saw me smile, so he leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. I got that very warm and fuzzy feeling inside even though it was only about 10 degrees that day. Once we got to the top of the lift, I yelled, "last one down is a rotten egg" and sped off. He didn't have a clue that I was going to lure him to a little group of trees I knew of off the groomed path. I made it to them and hid. I think he began to worry a bit because he slowed down and started calling my name. About the time he made it to the trees, I slammed him with a snowball. He said, "I'm going to get you for that!" My only reply was, "I hope so!" He got out of his skis and ran up to me. As soon as we met, I attacked him with kisses. He had his hands all over my body and I was so turned on. He removed my coat and hat and began working on my ski pants. Man, those boots and winter clothes are so hard to get off when you're in a hurry! He took off his coat and laid it in the snow, then he pushed me down onto it. My God, what a feeling when his cock finally entered me. We were well hidden, but I think people could probably see the steam from our bodies rising up from the trees. It was cold out, but I don't remember feeling anything but the heat from being underneath him. I know we definitely melted some snow.

He ended up flying home the next day, but not until after we made love on the mountain, in his room at one of the lodges, and in the hot tub. We tried to stay in touch with calls and letters, but soon we grew apart as quickly as we met. I'm not sure whatever happened to him, but that is still probably my fondest memory of skiing.

I hope you enjoyed the story, my panties are soaked and sticking to me, so I know I sure did. Vote for Claire - click here! Thank you!

*Kisses and Licks*
~Claire~