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A Chalet Maid's Tale, part 1

Kathy the teenage chalet maid hosts Sara and Co on their skiing holiday
This Winter I’ve been working as a chalet maid in Wengen, the Swiss ski resort, as part of my gap year before I go to uni. Being a chalet maid is hard work but it’s a great way to get lots of skiing if you don’t have too much money. And since I’m only just nineteen I certainly don’t have too much money!

It’s nearly the end of the season now, so while it’s quiet I’m going to tell you about one particular week that stood out from the rest. To say the least!!

I’m a live-in type of chalet maid, with a room on the top floor of a big family chalet. We get one day off in the week, when guests look after themselves, then the rest of the time we do all the cooking, shopping and cleaning for them, and do the log fire. Maids’ friends and boyfriends are strictly not allowed in the chalet so we have to see them during the day or on days off.

It’s a resort, so it’s full of young people obviously, and when staff arrive at the start of the season there’s clubbing in the evenings and so the locals, especially the ski instructors, turn up to try their luck. I’ve been pretty fortunate in the looks department and I ended up with very tasty ski instructor called Thomas, who’s Hungarian but is one of those really international people who speak perfect English and are at home anywhere. He’s been a ski racer but wasn’t quite good enough to stay on the tour (that’s my version not his!) and now he’s in his mid-twenties and he’s given it up and is roaming around Europe just having a good time, ski instructing in the Winter and teaching windsurfing or whatever comes along in the Summer. He’s a lot of fun, ever so good-looking, and pretty good in the sack too.

The family that arrived in the first week of March were only five people, when the chalet could sleep up to ten. ‘Good start’ I thought: less mess, less cooking. There was one older guy about fifty, one incredibly beautiful woman about thirty and three girls in their mid-to-later teens, two of them obviously her daughters. She must have been a naughty girl! Either that or maybe she was a bit older than she looked.

I was particularly interested in this group because I’ve done psychology A level and I’m planning to do Psychology at uni, and straight away I knew there was something unusual about them. Anyway they were immediately pleasant and I could see it was going to be one of my good weeks in the chalet. Some guests are more considerate than others; it makes a lot of difference to my life each week.

The guy seemed a bit of a quiet person with not much to him, and at first I couldn’t see how he came to have such a stunning partner, but when he relaxed a bit and smiled fully at me I saw he was actually rather gorgeous, with amazing warm eyes. He was called Mike.

They were a very close group, with a very intimate feel to them. The one you would say was at the centre of it wasn’t either of the adults though, but actually the teenager who wasn’t a daughter, a small blonde called Sara who had bucketfuls of charisma. She had a face that was always expressing something, especially as she talked but also as she listened. Her hands were always on the move as well, illustrating what she was saying.

She was intensely alive, with big grey eyes that held your gaze and a wide mouth with upturned corners, very mobile but falling into a natural smile when it relaxed. The smile, and the eyes, seemed to have a built-in naughtiness to them as well. I immediately wanted to keep her away from Thomas! Even more than the other girls, who were downright beautiful.

I could hear as they picked rooms and got themselves organised that they were one of those groups where the leadership isn’t fixed, it changed around dynamically, all the time, depending on who knew what and who felt more or less strongly about something. I knew from my studies that these groups are more successful than rigidly structured groups. From my point of view they’re also a lot nicer to be around; I didn’t hear a single disagreement the whole week.

Another surprise was that the blonde Sara was going to sleep with one of the daughters - the younger one with longish light-brown hair who was introduced as Natasha but was called Tashie or Tash by the others. She was an absolute stunner, even more than her mother and sister, with an amazing face, big green eyes, huge eyelashes, and the most rivetting smile I’ve ever seen. The adults took their lesbian relationship for granted, and in fact Mike and the mother, Rachel, and even the other daughter Danielle seemed pretty intimate with Sara as well, with lots of touching.

Chalet maids in my company aren’t supposed to socialise with the guests even if we’re invited, but you pick up a lot while you’re working and if they do invite you really strongly then we join in rather than give offence with a refusal; that’s the policy. From the talk I gradually gathered Mike and Rachel weren’t married, and eventually realised that Sara wasn’t his daughter or the daughters’ friend but his lover! Part-time, obviously!!

The older daughter was called Dani by the others, and seemed to be the most normal one, though she did touch all the others intimately, kissing and hugging. Very, very gorgeous, she was quite confident about everything, though she depended more on Rachel to structure things, compared to Sara. Natasha tended to stay attached to Sara and the two of them seemed to be touching one way or another most of the time. But Natasha also seemed very close to Mike. In fact the bonds looked strong between every possible pair, it was like every time I saw two of them together it looked like they were a key pair.

It was all pretty intriguing even though by this point in the season I’d got quite blasé about sex in general: half my chalet girl acquaintances had got knocked up or some kind of STD, there was so much random shagging going on with ski instructors, other staff and guests. Personally I’d stuck to Thomas and made him swear he was sticking to me, though I wasn’t that sure he was trustworthy.

Anyway on their first full day, the Sunday, my hopes about keeping Thomas away from Sara were dashed when he came into our main cafe hangout at the end of the afternoon, bursting to talk about the amazing quartet of beauties who’d been assigned to his ski class for the week. Mike evidently had skied before and was in a different class. I knew immediately who they were, so I told him they were in my chalet. He wanted to come round, of course.

It turned out that his usual flirting had been rebuffed by the small blonde, something he wasn’t too used to. Not only rebuffed, but when he’d then tried to get next to the beautiful brunette with the long hair, purportedly to show her how to angulate, the little blonde had poked him with a ski stick. She did it laughing, Thomas said, but he could see in her face she was planning to poke him again, harder, if he kept trying. She was strong and she hadn’t been a million miles away from his tender parts the first time. “She was going to spear my testicles, in front of the whole class” he laughed, going on to say he’d given in and done the angulation demonstration with Sara herself instead, as she’d insisted, but without all the touching.

So he’d given in but at the same time it was unfinished business, all the more desirable for being forbidden. He’s a very good-natured guy but flirting and challenges are in his blood. Put them together and there’s your male ski instructor. Anyway I said no, he couldn’t come round tonight; but he looked so disappointed I said maybe later in the week, then.

In the evening I found Sara paying me a lot of attention as I made dinner. She’d been very friendly at breakfast and the previous night as well. I’m quite tall, 5ft 10, and she came over to stand next to me at the worktop, asking about the ski runs and different grades, looking up at me with her sexy tanned face. Normally short people stand a little way away from me so they’re not looking up at too steep an angle, but she was really close. The others were sitting round the table, and I gradually started to realise they were half talking to each other and half monitoring Sara and her progress with me. She was picking me up!! I suppose I tuned into it quite quickly because I’ve had a lot of pickup attempts over the years since I developed. This one was unique though. The way the others were paying attention made it seem like it was something they were all involved in.

I liked them all enough to respond a bit. I smiled back and when Sara nudged into me I nudged back too. That was all I was up for just then though, any more would’ve been a bit rich for my blood, on the first day.

I’d been picking up a sexy vibe between all of them, and I mean ALL of them, the way they talked to each other and the way they touched, but it was all a bit novel to just dive into. Was Rachel really fooling around with her own daughters? Were the daughters enjoying each other’s little bodies? Was the middle-aged Mike rogering the whole four stunning girls, the quiet unassuming guy having that incredible harem?

On an academic level I was pretty surprised the group could hang together with that structure. How were jealousies not pulling it apart? It was hard to believe everyone was really so secure that they didn’t worry that their favourite might be favourites with someone else. Mike and Natasha certainly didn’t seem secure, even if Sara and Rachel did and Danielle.

Anyway, at breakfast on the second day I found the stakes were being raised on the flirting front. Only Mike came down fully dressed, or at least he was in shirt and trousers even if the shirt was open a long way down his tanned chest. Sara and Rachel both came down in big T-shirts and panties, Natasha was in pyjamas, and Danielle was a vision in a babydoll nightie that was almost shocking - shockingly revealing and sexy for the situation of breakfast with me in attendance, a barely-known servant person even if I was young and friendly. She smiled at me so knowingly I knew it was part of a plot they’d agreed: resist this, if you can!

I hadn’t done much with girls but I wasn’t totally immune to girlie charms. As they seemed to have detected somehow! I’d done the usual bit of kissing at parties, and enjoyed it: I suppose beauty and sexiness are beauty and sexiness whether it’s a boy or a girl, but I’d always had boyfriends and never felt a need to actually go into anything at all taboo.

Danielle anyway was incredibly alluring. She was average height, quite slender with perfect proportions: straight shoulders and pert, high tits, small waist and a smallish very pert ass. Her legs were a lesson in how legs should be shaped, especially with appearing from under her ultra short nightie, which was fairly translucent so I could see her shape under it and even her nipples and the little panties!

I gulped rather obviously as I looked at her. You’d have to be made of wood not to want to touch her, I am not kidding. She had superfine skin with a moderate tan, like they all had I realised, the family eyes big with a distinctive shape, hazel with green flecks, and a gorgeous mouth.

I’d moved automatically towards her before I realised what I was doing, then I just managed to stave off a sudden lesbian love scene by offering a cereal bowl I happened to have in my hand. Whew! I had the feeling everyone knew though. I couldn’t help myself smiling at them all, and they smiled back. But for now the moment had passed and they all had breakfast and disappeared to their rooms to get ready to go out skiing. I washed up and made my escape to do the shopping. I found as I walked my pussy was a little bit damp. They were getting to me.

Thomas, when we met up at the cafe later on in the afternoon, was more cheerful than the day before. He’d told Sara he was my boyfriend, having recognised that he had to get on-side with Sara to get anywhere. He’d sat at lunch in the mountain restaurant between Sara and Rachel and managed to get himself more accepted. “They are the lionesses,” he joked, “protecting Natasha from the jackal that I am.”

I realised the group was extremely cohesive. He wouldn’t get anywhere without the approval of the whole. Thomas could add Danielle to his list of lionesses if the need arose, and even the harmless-seeming Mike, probably, could be a temporary lion. Especially over Natasha, who was very protectable even if she was fairly confident to talk to; she seemed very sensitive. For another thing she was so slight, physically. She was the same average sort of height as her sister and mother, but she might only weigh forty kilos or so. She’d looked rather good in pyjamas though. Alright, not ‘rather good’ so much as sensational! I’d found myself thinking about my hands on her under those loose-fitting pyjamas.

The clothing gambit was continued in the evening, with Mike coming down to dinner in a thin shirt and trousers – summer-weight trousers that showed there weren’t any briefs underneath and nothing managing the bulge in front, which was quite noticeable. Rachel appeared in a sort of housecoat dress that was half slipping off one shoulder, and Sara was in a miniskirt revealing a pair of muscular thighs which were a very sexy shape. Danielle, ‘call me Dani please’, was also in a miniskirt - comparatively modest compared to the morning; because it turned out the main temptress this time was to be Natasha.

Her slender little body was in a pale blue summer dress, very short and made of a very thin material, hanging in vertical folds. It barely covered her pussy and she wore boy-cut shortie panties to just stop it from being outright obscene. The dress hung from her shoulders on straps. Her shoulders that were narrow but nicely muscled. I found it so hard not to respond...that I did respond, to myself at least, my pussy getting tingly and damp again. Also I knew I was staring and my pupils felt huge and a dead giveaway. I caught Sara’s eye: she was giggling at me, knowing I was caught.

I dished up the first course and everyone looked at me and said ‘thank you’ with a direct look into my eyes. Rachel’s house dress had an outsize neck opening and had slipped a little way down one arm; it seemed to be depending on one pert tit not to fall right down. As I put her plate down she turned towards me and rubbed her tit on my arm. It was neatly done to seem accidental but in fact she used my arm to drag the dress off her tit and expose it completely! It was gorgeous, conical and not that small, with quite a large nipple that was coming erect with that rubbing on my arm. “Oh, I am sorry,” she said, pretending to apologise by grabbing my arm with her other hand, and she held my arm there while she rubbed her nipple over it some more! Then she let it go and lifted her dress back up, taking her time as well. “I must get this dress taken in,” she said smiling at me, sharing the little joke and looking at my nipples which were now just as erect as hers. I could have worn a bra, but I don’t need one and so I hadn’t. Well, that’s what I told myself anyway.

After dinner they wanted me to join them in front of the fire but I fled from the room with my emotions conflicted. They were so desirable and they made my pussy so wet with their antics, but I wasn’t really a lesbian, surely, and certainly not into group sex with a whole family, three of them even younger than me and one older than my dad!

At breakfast on Tuesday the campaign was continued, this time with Mike in a pair of swimming trunks, of all things, and a skin-tight T-shirt that I suspected had to belong to one of the girls it was so stretched. Sara asked cheekily if there was a swimming pool in the village, then pulled herself onto Mike and rubbed herself up and down on him. He looked embarrassed, but not too much to have a huge boner from Sara’s sexy rub. I had to admit it was impressive, probably the biggest I’d seen, even though I’ve always dated tall guys. Thomas is six feet, Mike was maybe 5ft 8 or 9, but Mike was more hung, definitely. I stared, mainly because his cock was poking out both above and below the side band of his trunks.

Mike also had shoulders, serious shoulders with muscles all over and a six-pack on display at the bottom of his too-short T shirt. Fifty or not, whatever he was, late forties perhaps, it was a great body. He had to be doing gymnastics or something. I’d never had a guy shorter than me and it did make me slightly curious. In fact the whole family, or group, whatever they were, were smaller than me. I’m not heavily built, more what you’d call an athletic build, I play volleyball for instance, but I was much the biggest and here they were all trying to get in my panties!

The girls were in their various nighties and T-shirts again; it was all too arousing, so as soon as I’d laid everything out I conceded defeat and fled upstairs again, waiting till after they’d gone out to do the washing up.

In the cafe at the end of the day Thomas was jubilant: Sara had actually been flirty with him. I realised it was a power thing: now that she’d taken the initiative away from him and established her rules, she was prepared to play. I had to admit she was a pretty impressive person, considering she was maybe 5ft 3 and only looked about sixteen.

I’ve always been a bit competitive and I decided that evening I’d fight back against her and her sex-crazed family and their teasing. I’m a bit of a looker, as I mentioned. Not to brag or anything but I have a good face with blue-grey eyes that guys always go on about, honey blonde hair, and a good figure, especially my legs which are long and pretty well-shaped after a season’s skiing. Guys go on about them as well. I dug out my volleyball shorts that I’d brought with me and a short criss-cross top. My tits don’t look especially big on me but they are actually a nice pert C-cup, and quite a feature if I want them to be.

So I got back from the cafe and they were all in their rooms showering and changing. I lit the fire and went up to change.

I got back down in my short spandex volleyball shorts, that I don’t wear panties under, and the little criss-cross top. Sara and the sex family, as I’d started to think of them, like a 60’s pop group or something, were sitting around the living room and they’d raised the stakes yet again, combining all their individual teasing outfits.

Sara was in a T-shirt that she’d cut the sleeves off, at the shoulder, and it wasn’t very long so her panties were completely on show and they weren’t very big at all. Natasha was in her little translucent summer dress, Danielle was in her babydoll nightie, Mike was in his too-small trunks and too-small T shirt, and Rachel had taken a pair of scissors to her house dress so it was now a mini length with a ragged edge unravelling tantalisingly at the bottom and completely off one shoulder. I was wet and tingling immediately.

Wet, but not ready to surrender. I was pleased to see them looking at me and liking what they saw. Frankly my legs and ass in those very short and thin spandex shorts do look something. I have a flat tummy and that was on display too.

I offered drinks and they all said ‘a glass of wine please’, so I went over to pour them. Sara appeared next to me and stroked a hand up the back of my thigh. She had very small hands that she used all the time, to express herself and touch people. Her touch was very sexy. “Can I give you a hand?” she asked, joking as well as offering. It slid up and round between my legs, with everyone watching I just knew, up onto the gusset of my shorts which were pulled tight over my labia and mons. Then she slid it out, backwards, rubbing me. I gasped but kept it all together, handing her some glasses to take round.

“Do join us,” said Rachel and there was a little chorus of ‘yes do’. I’d plucked up my courage and I was going to call them on it this time, and stay with them play for play and tease for tease.

I lay down on the rug in front of the fire and sipped my wine, stretching out my legs. This was my ‘serve’.

“You look as though you do lots of sports, Kathy,” Rachel was super civilised with her return.

“Well, yes, I’ve been skiing all Winter, luckily the snow’s been so good this year.” I took a big sip of wine.

“I bet you’re really good, especially with your dishy ski instructor boyfriend,” it hadn’t taken long for Sara to get started and introduce the first hint of sex into the conversation.

“Well he has helped, for sure,” I said, “I ski a lot faster with him than I ever would otherwise.”

“Yes we’ve noticed how fast he is,” Dani giggled, getting into it. She’d been in the chair behind my head, with me lying along parallel to the fireplace; now she moved onto the floor next to me, in her outrageous see-through babydoll nightie. Her pert little tits were visible and just about within reach. They weren’t all that little actually. Her panties were little though. I took another big sip of wine.

“Are ski instructors like they say?” asked Natasha, coming off her chair to join her sister on the floor.

“How do you mean?” I took another sip of wine.

“Well you know, always touching the girls and after sex.” Natasha was illustrating her question by running her hand delicately up Dani’s gorgeous exposed leg, leaving her fingers playing with the leg band of Dani’s little babydoll panties.

“Oh no, not all of them,” I laughed, trying not to take the incredible show seriously. Natasha was now behind her sister and had her hand right inside her panties, from the top, running her fingers through her bush with the panty fabric moving over them.

“What, not all the instructors or not all the girls?” Rachel had appeared with a wine bottle to top up my nearly empty glass. I took a big swig as I looked up her cut-off mini house dress to see no panties at all, just a neat dark brunette bush.

“I don’t know.” I’d lost the thread completely, watching Sara tow Mike off the sofa onto the floor by his cock. His very big, hard cock was sticking straight up out of the inadequate trunks, with one little girlie hand half round it. At the same time Rachel had settled on my other side, by the fire, and stroked a hand up my tummy.

“What is it you don’t know, Kathy?” Dani was running her fingertips up my exposed tummy as well, and starting to see if they’d fit under the tie of my top.

“I don’t know,” I said again, helplessly, before swigging some more wine, half a glass this time. It was all happening too fast. I’d thought I’d have more control than this.

“I think it’s both,” Natasha was putting on a joke serious voice, “not all the instructors and not all the girls. But that instructor and this sexy girl, for sure.” As she was saying it she was stroking her fingertips up my thigh. First the outer thigh and then the inner, tracing lightly up towards my pussy. Onto my tight shorts, the thin fabric transmitting the feel perfectly, and over my mons and labia as I automatically rolled over and parted my legs a bit. I shave, so I could feel every tiny vibration. I’d never felt such a touch before. She was right, anyway. Definitely, absolutely, I was a sexy girl.

I felt more hands on my thigh – they were Sara’s. God, that was four sexy hands, all at once. I finished my wine and Rachel took my glass. As I lay back I felt a sensation from my top and saw fingers pulling at the bow on the crossover tie.

Rachel’s finger stroked over the fabric on my tits, first one, then the other. It finished off my nipples which were now supercharged and on fire. Dani saved them by slowly opening my top and easing the cloth off them. Then Natasha leaned over and licked one. Rachel licked the other, then blew on them both. “Arrggh” I groaned, I’d so nearly cum just from that.

Sara came round to Rachel and took hold of her dress. Rachel lifted her arms and in a second she was naked; I looked sideways to see her amazing body, almost a teenage body on a mature woman, lithe and pert. On autopilot I reached up a hand and next thing I was kissing her, stroking her back, feeling her pert tits on mine and her hands in my hair. She was a great kisser.

Someone gripped the top of my shorts and I lifted my pelvis so they could slide them off. Then there were fingers in my pussy and rubbing wetly on my clit. Then some other fingers, I didn’t even know whose, were in my pussy again, rubbing up against my G-spot.

I came, hard, bucking and writhing in the middle of the sex family.

“Sex family,” I vaguely remember whispering as the huge orgasm gradually subsided.

“Actually, we’re the Sex Club,” giggled Sara. “Welcome. You’re certainly sexy enough.”

They stroked me for a few minutes, taking each others’ clothes off one by one. Each gorgeous little body was revealed, bit by bit, all in perfect condition: lean with defined muscles and a moderate all-over tan.

“God, how are you all so perfect?” I managed to ask.

“We have our Sex Centre,” said Sara, “Mike built it. It has a pool and a gym and a sunlamp and everything. We spend loads of time in there.”

“Oh of course,” I had to laugh, “a Sex Centre, now you mention it that’s the only place you guys could possibly hang out.”

The stroking was getting me going again. I needed a fuck, more than anything in the world. I looked at Mike, down by my feet, and smiled at him. He’d ditched the trunks and T-shirt and was naked, looking terrific. He was a bit small, but on the other hand that build on a big guy would’ve been scary.

Rachel pulled one of my knees up and out and Natasha pulled the other. I watched Mike’s big cock as he crawled up between my legs; I could see it was going to feel fantastic – it was long, thick and straight, with a really bulbous head. It was horizontal and arrow straight; rock hard. He held himself easily above me and very gently offered his cockhead to my desperate pussy. He looked so kind. It all felt so right it slid straight in and he fed it slowly in to the hilt. I sighed in pleasure.

Sara joined Rachel on the fire side and the four gorgeous girls stroked me - my hair, ears, neck, tits, thighs, everywhere - while Mike the totally hung gymnast worked over my pussy with his fabulous cock.

After only a few minutes I was desperate for another cum, and he gave me one, but only just, with slow pumping that only barely got me over the edge and then held me there for I don’t know how long, much longer than usual, it felt like the orgasm went on and on and on while he slowly pumped and pressed into me, grunting each time as he spurted.

I was used to men flopping heavily onto me at the end of a fuck but Mike didn’t. He propped himself above me on his arms. I realised that he was extraordinarily sensitive, that he’d tuned into me and exactly what I wanted, and given it to me. I knew I’d just been given one of the world’s great fucks. And he wasn’t finished. I could feel energy in him still, and his cock still felt big in me even if it probably was a bit soft.

“More?” he asked with a smile, after a couple of minutes, starting to move slowly. I was beginning to seriously get how he had the girls around him that he had. I nodded, unable to speak except in gasps.

He was sliding his cockhead to and fro just inside the entrance to my pussy. I felt it harden up, then he went deep and took me up there again, fucking me up to a plateau and holding me there for ages and ages, I mean really ages, I was barely in touch with reality as the sex drug coursed through me, the girls drifted in and out of my awareness as they stroked and kissed me, their beautiful faces, tanned arms, magical fingers and their hair stroking over me.

It was only afterwards that I discovered that fuck went on for an hour and a half! I couldn’t have guessed at all at the time. I just knew that it went on and on, for a long, long time, Mike finding new ways to stimulate my pussy but keeping us both just off the edge.

Then eventually I just had to cum again; suddenly I was desperate, and he knew. He ramped up the fucking, changing from the irregular thrusts at the mixed speeds and pressure he’d been giving me to a steady rhythmic pumping that was going to totally fill my pussy with sperm. Sperm my body had decided was the only thing that mattered in the entire world. I pulled him hard to me, knowing I’m strong, and my pussy clenched strongly around his big cock and drew the sperm out of it, sucking it deep into my body. It was fabulous, amazing, never to be forgotten.

Gradually I wound down and could speak again. I held Mike close to me, I knew just like that I was so bonded to him, and all of them. I tried to get my arms round Rachel and the girls, and more or less succeeded. It had been such a long, caring fuck, not at all like any fuck I’d had before.

After a while someone remembered dinner. We got up, closed the shutters so we could turn the lights on, and improvised a quick meal that didn’t need any cooking, ending up with bread and various spreads, washed down with a bit more wine. Just in case, I put towels down in front of the fire, to save making any more of a mess on the rug, and put some more logs on, and we settled down again. I had no idea what we were going to do, if anything, there was just this collective feeling that I was a member and I belonged with them, for now at least. There was nowhere else that mattered.

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HotBttmInBriefs
Posted 29 Jul 2013 02:35
Nice first part of this series. Enjoyed it.
TJoker
Posted 23 Jun 2011 18:31
Great story. Loved the scene in front of the fire. "V=5+."
Ramjet69
Posted 22 Jun 2011 09:44
What a fabulous fuck, I loved it!
grassmanross
Posted 22 Jun 2011 07:52
Really great build up to an excellent finish. Great story.
 

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