He watched her enter the lobby of the ski lodge, tall and lean, with a cascade of chestnut hair that randomly but perfectly spilled over her shoulders. He peeked over the book he pretended to read as more eyes followed her across the room. He saw some guy put a drink in her hand to win the first chance to talk to her. He witnessed her gentle laugh as she dismissed the over-eager suitor. He observed the graceful ballet of her poses, gestures, and movements as she mingled.

He hated ice and snow. The thin, cold, dry mountain air made his lips crack and skin itch. Sitting by the roaring fire, he sipped his cocoa laced with peppermint schnapps—juvenile perhaps, nonetheless warming. Surveying the ripe athletic bodies in form-fitting sweaters and ski pants stirred a different warmth in him. The late Friday arrivals were there to see and be seen as possibilities for weekend activities, on and off the slopes.

As much as he wanted to enjoy the carnal choreography, he had work to do. Returning to his room, he picked the lock on the connecting door to the adjoining room. If you knew the hotel layout, you could check-in after a suitable candidate and tip/bribe the clerk to give you the room next door. Just wink and say you want to have a better chance of running into her in the hallway.

He quickly installed the cameras and microphones where few people would notice even if they looked right at them. Before retreating to his room, he looked around to be sure he hadn’t left anything. Seeing the name on her luggage tag, he chuckled, “a snow-bunny named Summer!”

Friday night was hard to predict. Ski-women don’t usually jump into bed with someone before they’ve seen them on the slopes. He expected her to be late and was unsurprised and only mildly disappointed when she came in alone.

She pulled the sweater off over her head, yet a small shake jostled the waves of her hair back to artistic presentation. Her modest, firm breasts needed no bra but dangled sweetly as she bent to strip off pants and panties. With easy balance, she used only her toes to scrape off one knee sock then the other.

He switched to the bathroom camera as she filled the spa tub—generous for one, adequate for two. Testing the massage jets, she relaxed in the hot water, locating the one seemingly positioned for her pleasure. Her fingers disappeared under the churning water in front of her as she backed her ass toward the nozzle. He could hear her sigh over the hum of the pumps.

Turning to face the forceful stream, she aimed it where it would do the most good. Her right arm on the edge of the tub kept her in position while her left hand massaged her breasts, flicking her swollen nipples. She seemed about to climax but she rolled away, leaning back to immerse herself completely, her magical hair floating around her peaceful face.  When it seemed like a long time, he watched the timecode on the screen count up another twenty seconds before she sat up, gulping air as she emerged from the tub.

Drying herself, she got into bed, stretching her long legs and arms. Her fingers traced the smooth skin of her hairless vulva. David wondered if she had declined the wet orgasm in favor of a dry one. The overhead camera captured every detail, and the ultra-high resolution would allow him to zoom in and frame the action close-up.

Her long fingers moved between her pussy and her mouth, tasting and lubricating in turn. Her glowing face showed no tension as she sweetly shivered—not from the cold. When she drew her knees up to her chest, David switched to the view from the foot of the bed and pulled his stiff rod from his pants.

Licking his chapped lips, he stroked himself. His eyes focused on the rose of her anus as her hand, trapped between her thighs, strummed her labia. He wanted to climax with her. Her moans and gasps through the headphones told him she was getting close and he dared not to look away to find lube or tissues.

Suddenly, she spread and lowered her legs, withdrawing her hand, freezing him in midstroke. Her body twitched with the forestalled culmination. After a minute of stillness, she reached to pull the bedclothes over her and turned out the light. David released his protesting cock, deciding to follow her lead and let his excitement fade away.

Summer woke early, eager to head for the slopes. David checked the audio and video he had captured so far then went to breakfast.

The hardcore skiers were gone, but there were other snow bunnies worth watching. Some bore the signs of a first-night hookup, and he easily visualized what had happened. He sometimes considered expanding his operation, putting cameras in more rooms, but he thrived on the individual contact. He only recorded what he personally witnessed, albeit from more angles and with more precision than eyes and ears could do.

The icy air intruded for a second from an open door and drove him back to his room, where he applied lip balm and lotion to fight the discomfort. Even his penis felt raw and itchy, probably because of the unrequited friction of the night before. He applied a palmful of the cream and his dick swelled, tempting him to keep going, but he chose to save it for later.

When the seasons made the young, fit, and sexually adventurous leave the warm, humid, sea-level beaches he preferred, he had no choice but to follow them to places such as this. He could only hope that the rewards would compensate for how miserable and out-of-place he felt there.

Wanting to be ready whenever she returned, he napped through the afternoon and ate early. It had been dark outside for a while, so she must have had dinner before returning to her room. His heart accelerated when he saw she was not alone. Carrying an open bottle of wine and glasses, they sat on the couch, sipping and recounting the day’s skiing. This was the part David wished he could fast-forward over.

“Okay, Adam,” she finally announced, “it’s time for you to pay up.”

“What do you mean?” he pretended not to remember.

“The bet on the last run,” she insisted. “You said, and I quote, ‘No girl could go down The Damsel’s Crotch faster than me.’ We agreed the winner would get a leg massage from the loser.”

He never expected to lose the bet, and she wasn’t going to let him renege.

“You can either get to work or get going,” she laughed as she lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Wearing her sweater top, panties, and knee socks, she hopped onto the bed.

Adam ogled her exposed skin, standing and unbuckling his belt.

“Hold it right there!” Summer interrupted. Pointing with a stockinged foot, she emphasized, “You keep your clothes on.”

Hoping to improve his situation, he climbed on the bed and rubbed her foot. After a few seconds, he moved up her leg but she shoved him away with her other foot.

“If you aren’t going to do it right, just forget it,” she admonished. “I can find a guy in the bar to properly tend to my feet and legs if you aren’t up to it.”

“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly, “I thought it was just a joke, but I’ll get serious. Let me know if there’s anything specific you would like.”

She used her right foot to strip off her left sock, then presented her toes an inch from his mouth. He took the hint and began licking and sucking them as his fingers kneaded the sole of her foot. She sighed as he drew each toe between his lips, stretching the muscles that were sore from the day’s exertions. He continued until he felt a sock-covered foot on his cheek before releasing one foot and undressing the other. He repeated the treatment until she raised her leg, inviting him to work on her calves.

David wasn’t sure where this was going, but as Adam stretched out her thigh muscles, a damp spot became visible on her panties. He must have noticed, too, since he used his lips to supplement his fingers massaging her inner thighs.

“That’s enough,” she cooed, lifting his head. “Your debt has been paid.” Two swelling cocks were begging for that not to be the end of the evening.

She grinned devilishly at Adam’s uncertain expression. “Oh,” she teased, her eyes darting to the bulge stressing his pants, “were you hoping for a run down this damsel’s crotch?”

“Yes, please,” he said, hoping that he had redeemed himself.

“Well this run is not about speed,” she laughed. “You can take your pants off.” As he did, she slipped off her soaked panties.

Next door, David did the same. Checking that the passageway and bathroom lights were off, and being sure his room was dark, he dared to open the connecting door a crack.

This was what it was all about to him. Nothing but air separated the watcher from the watched. The sound was muffled, the light was dim, and the view was limited, but it was real. He was there. The recordings would amplify and fill in details to let him relive the experience, but this was happening now, live.

Her gasps and thrashing proved Adam’s skill as he slurped her juices. David’s hand found the lube where he had placed it and worked his rigid cock. He was so turned on he had to let go to delay his explosion. He liked to peak at the same time as someone he was watching, and he doubted he could wait for whoever was second.

From the dark, he judged her close and pumped faster. When she suddenly closed her thighs on Adam’s head, David tightened his grip, assuming she was cumming. But she used her calves to pin her partner’s head and shoulders between her legs, twisting as she urged him onto his back and straddled his face. The watcher whimpered quietly as he stifled his ejaculation.

Whether making a point for feminism, exacting further payoff of the bet, or just being in the throes of lust she had restrained for twenty-four hours, Summer rode his mouth feverishly. Adam’s dick, no longer pinned against the bed, occupied his hand.

“Lick me! Suck me!” she cried. “Eat this damsel’s crotch!” Her breath was ragged as she leaned against the headboard.

David had resumed stroking when he saw Adam start and felt the interrupted surge of pleasure come rushing back. As he erupted, Summer quaked, singing her rapture. Somehow, the timing ended up perfect.

Rather than pursuing his own climax, Adam dutifully let go of his penis and applied his hands to his partner. The headboard camera showed one hand under her sweater kneading her breasts while the ceiling view showed the other hand squeezing a butt cheek as she shuddered in ecstasy. Despite whatever chauvinism he displayed on the slopes, in bed he knew how to treat a woman.

When the pleasure subsided, she climbed off him, picking up his pants and checking his pockets. “Let’s see if you’re prepared for another run,” she said, then grinned as she pulled out a condom.

Smoothly rolling it onto his rigid organ, she giggled. “No more ‘damsel’s crotch’ references. Just fuck me!”

She lowered herself onto his cock, then stretched out and rolled him on top of her.

In the other room, David mopped up the cum from his chest as he watched Adam’s butt rise and fall, ass and thigh muscles clenching and rippling. Summer spread her knees, raising her hips and allowing the camera to capture his piston sliding in and out of her cunt above her clenching asshole. He caressed his still tingling organ as the wordless sounds next door grew louder and more intense.

“Cum with me,” she moaned, “nowwww,” and with a long, pulsating groan, he did.

David wished he could have waited until they came together, but he couldn’t always pick the optimal time. He silently closed the door, returning to only electronic surveillance.

After a few minutes of afterglow, Summer broke the silence. “I’ll see you on the slopes,” she said, cheerfully.

Half-disappointed that he wouldn’t spend the night, half-grateful that he wouldn’t have to find an excuse to leave, Adam disposed of the condom and got dressed. Both knew there were more potential playmates to meet.

Sunday began much like Saturday. After breakfast, a different hunger lured David back to his room rather than lingering to speculate about the attractive late risers. Reviewing the video from the night before, he found and zoomed in on two synchronized views: Adam’s shaft going in and out as they fucked and Summer’s beautiful agony. He decided a quick jerk would be best, relieving his dogged horniness without draining him for later. The last two minutes before their orgasms were enough for him to reach his own, letting him recall and share that intense moment.

When her door opened after dinner, he was surprised to see two men follow her into the room. This time, the bottle held something stronger than wine. Summer sat between them on the couch pouring more into their glasses than she did into her own.

“Alright,” she stood and faced them; they sat up straight, hanging on her every word. “You two have been best friends for years.”

They both nodded.

“And you both agree to whatever I decide?” She looked from Alan, the blonde, to Sean, the darker of the two.

“Of course,” they both chimed.

“Okay,” Summer continued, “I just want to remind you what you said, so there is no misunderstanding and no hard feelings.  We were all flirting and joking and teasing all day. When it was time for the last run, you, Alan, proposed that whoever got to the bottom first could get their way with me. And you, Sean, looked at me and asked if I would agree to go along with whatever the winner asked.”

“Then I said I would be willing to participate if everyone agreed to the same terms,” she said. The two exchanged glances and nodded impatiently.

“To the winner,” she said, raising her glass in a toast that the others joined. She emptied her glass and loudly banged it on the coffee table.

“Get up and take off your clothes,” she ordered.

“What?” asked Sean.

“Who?” asked Alan.

“Both of you,” she demanded.

“But who won?” both men exclaimed.

“I did,” Summer laughed. She waited for the protests to subside. “Remember, when you two got to the bottom, you were ski-tip to ski-tip. It was up to me to decide who arrived first.”

The two confused friends struggled to understand what she meant.

“But we had a race between the two of us to see who got to be with you tonight,” Alan pleaded.

“Actually, we had a race between the three of us, with the winner deciding what we would do tonight!” she retorted.

“But you didn’t even race!” Sean whined, the realization dawning on him that they had been tricked.

“Was I not at the bottom before either of you?” she giggled.

“That was so you could decide who won!” Alan started to laugh.

“Well, you both agreed I could decide and you have my decision,” she said triumphantly. “Now either or both of you can stay or go, but if you’re staying, get undressed!”

Each man’s eyes went from the other’s to the woman they both desired and back. They decided it wasn’t such a bad outcome.

Shedding their clothes allowed Summer to review their equipment. Both were as fit as skiers at their level would be. When they were naked, she removed her sweater. Bending to take off her pants and panties gave them a good view of her tight round ass. When she turned back, two sizable erections were saluting her.

“Have you two old friends done a threesome before?” she asked.

“Almost,” Sean said as Alan shook his head no.

“This will be fun,” she encouraged. “If you just focus on me and do what I tell you, everyone will be happy.” She laughed a little, then added, “At least I will.”

“Sean, you lay on the bed, here,” she directed. “Alan, you lay the other way to his left. Did you ever leg wrestle? This is sort of like that.”

As they moved onto their backs head to foot, she aligned one’s hip to the other’s knee.

“I’ll bet you’ve seen videos of lesbians scissoring,” she teased. Their grins confirmed her assumption, then turned to shock as they realized what she was doing.

“Now raise your left legs and cross them,” she ordered. “Move together. You can do it. I want those balls touching.”

The two friends looked at each other, trying to decide if they could go through with it. Summer leaned over to grab their dicks, tugging them as she pulled them closer, giving them more incentive.

“Do you expect me to believe you’ve been friends all this time and never felt each other’s junk?” she taunted. Her hands squeezed and pumped the organs, dispelling any reluctance.

David decided they were committed enough to dare to open the door a crack. The narrow view focused on the center of the bed where their crotches met. He could see Summer’s face, but she faced the other wall and was not likely to notice him.

She lowered her mouth onto Sean’s cock, feeling it grow to full size as she sucked it. All resistance melted away as he moaned softly. Their bodies shifted to find a comfortable interlocked position. Suddenly, another penis slapped against her cheek. Alan had pulled on Sean’s leg hard enough to close the distance between them.

Summer rewarded him by switching to suck his organ. When she had given him an equal amount of attention, she looked down at what she had accomplished. Two left legs were over two right legs, four balls were mashed together beneath twin poles.

The two men twitched when she pressed their ticklish cockheads together. Stretching her cheeks, she managed to get both bulbs between her lips at the same time. It was too much for her to go very deep and she worried she couldn’t cover her teeth, but her tongue flicked from head to head and to the most sensitive spot where they met.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she exclaimed when she disengaged, pumping the two shafts as she sucked the precum out of each.

“Who is bigger?” she teased, lining the penises up. Both men squirmed, each trying to make his stick up more. In any case, there wasn’t a big difference. She didn’t break the mood by reporting her conclusion but David thought Alan was somewhat longer and Sean was somewhat thicker.

“Relax,” she soothed, “they’re both awesome!” If the sight of her naked body—nipples hardened and face flushed—wasn’t enough to keep their undivided attention, her grip on their dicks was.

“This is a crazy fantasy of mine,” she explained. “I knew it would take two athletic, well-hung, cooperative, friendly men to try it, and you two meet the requirements.” Neither was going to disagree with that.

“I want to ride both of your cocks at once! Want to give it a try?” she asked.

“Fuck yeah!” they said in unison.

“I’m dripping,” she smiled, displaying the trickle down the inside of her thigh as she fetched condoms and lube.

She stroked her pussy then offered her fingers to Sean, who sniffed and tasted them as he installed the condom. Alan licked his lips, waiting for his turn. He too enjoyed her flavors as he wrapped his pole.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said as she palmed lube onto Alan’s rubber. “I didn’t want to start an argument, so I just mentally flipped a coin.” She squirted more in her crack, using two fingers to work it into her rear entrance, then handed him the tube in case she needed more later.

Their lusty faces revealed no jealousy.

David took his eyes away only long enough to confirm that all cameras were recording. He didn’t remember when he dropped his pants and lubed his dick, but he was as hard and slick as the two men. Deciding the occasion justified it, contrary to his usual practice, he took off all his clothes to be as naked as those he watched.

“Here we go!” Summer exclaimed as she climbed onto the bed.

Standing over them, she looked for where she could place her feet amid the arms, legs, and torsos. Slowly squatting down, she chose the rear entrance first, expecting the front entry to be easier. Four strong hands reached to assist and stabilize her as she settled in place. Alan pressed the tip of his penis against her sphincter, shot an extra dollop of lube on it, then watched it disappear into her warm, tight hole.

Sean aimed his hardon as she rocked slightly forward. Her soft, moist opening easily engulfed him.

“Oh, that’s good,” she sighed. All three wriggled a little, adjusting and enjoying the unprecedented sensations. With lithe, well-conditioned legs and the men’s assistance, she began to move up and down.

Settling into slow a rhythm, three voices sighed and moaned in turn as their tender genitals ground together.

“Do you feel your friend’s cock inside me?” her voice was low and enthralling. “I feel them pressing together. It’s so erotic.”

There was no response beyond their gasps and moans. Each man ignored the other’s leg on him and avoided thinking about the peculiar scrotal stimulation. Alan gazed at her graceful back and sweet ass; Sean savored her firm breasts and passionate face; both were mesmerized by the undulating of her tresses and bewitched by the enfolding heat of her flesh.

“Can you move to fuck me?” She wasn’t specific and both took the encouragement to try. “Yes, that’s it!” she exclaimed, feeling the cocks that filled her begin to drive independently.

Intertwined as they were, their range of motion was constrained, but it was enough. All three were so turned on by the whole scenario that David could see and hear they could not keep it up for long. Alan gripped her hips keeping her in position. Sean reached up for her breasts, tweaking her nipples as she leaned forward.

“So good,” Summer’s voice was joyful, bouncing from their thrusting as if she were on a bumpy road. “Better than I ever imagined!”

David struggled to hold off for what he hoped would be an earth-shaking rhapsody for all. It wasn’t long.

“Oh! I’m cumming,” she squealed. Her body seemed to go limp as she jerked, but the men supported her, forging into their own eruptions. Grunts and gasps filled the room, so no one noticed the extra voice when David could not suppress his as he exploded.

When the sound and motion subsided, the awkward position meant they had to take a moment to disentangle themselves before they could relax in post-orgasmic stupor. David closed the door before the room became silent. On her back in the middle, Summer gently held two tingling organs as the friends caressed her.

Her hands went limp when sleep overtook her. Alan and Sean exchanged glances and decided to get up. Pulling the sheet over her, they let her sleep as they quietly dressed and left, grinning, fist-bumping, and suppressing laughter.

David cleaned himself up, smiling at the overhead view on the screen showing the angelic way her hair radiated across the pillow. Opening the door, he stepped into her room. When he crawled under the sheet, she stirred briefly, turning to moisten his dry lips with hers.