As you drive towards the train station, I suddenly change my mind. I decide to stay for the other two days, I'm still off. I never have the chance to come up to Vermont and practice my favourite winter-sports lately.
As I've grown up in a country where we used to have proper winters with ice covered lakes and snow covered mountains for all the three months of the season, I really did miss them. As my daddy used to say, I learned ice-skating before I learned to walk. It was a bit different with skiing though. I did it every winter too, until I was about 8, when I broke my knee in a ski-accident. I never skied after that. And I never-ever tried snow boarding. Somehow I still decided it would be a good idea to start now.
I've spent a fortune, as I had to rent to whole outfit, including jacket, pants, goggles and of course the board.
But I was now sitting on the lift, and I really enjoyed the scenery and the fresh air. Snow boarding is the coolest sport ever, and I am just as cool, I thought until I tried to go down the trail and I've fallen..and fallen...and fallen...and fallen. There was more snow on my jacket and hat than on the rest of the mountain. Finally I gave up and headed to the bar at the bottom of the mountain.
As I was sipping my brandy eggnog, sitting on a very uncomfortable wooden stool, staring out of the window, this kid comes to me and asks if he can sit down at my table.
"Sure." I say and look around to see where he left his friends expecting to find them sniggering at the bar behind us. But I don't see them anywhere.
"Your friends left you, you know." I say trying to underline that I am not in for his childish games.
He is at least 5-6 years younger than me.
"I know" he says "To be honest I don't feel like going back on the mountain. I am a bit tired so just wanna chill out."
"Let's just chill then." I say lifting up my steaming mug with a smile. He is cute after all.
"Why are you all alone, if you don't mind me asking?"
"I planned to come with my friend, but she got sick and pulled out in the last second" I lie. I don't think he wanted to hear the truth, that I came with my lover, who is almost 10 years older than me and got thrown out now as his wife and kids arrived.
"But I am so crap at this." -I touch my heavily used rented board that stands next to me against the table
"I can teach you a few things." he offers "Not that I am a pro, but I come here for a month every year."
"Why not." I say. His modesty is appealing. And as I said, I always had a thing for snow boarders (and surfers..... and dj's)
So I spend the rest of the evening with Matt sipping various, hot alcoholic beverages out of funny looking, giant, green mugs in the bar.
He is such a genuinely nice guy and fun to be with that although he doesn't ask or demand anything from me, I end up saying yes, when he asks me up to his hotel room. The mixture of alcohol really only hits me in the head when I try to stand up from our table. I will be better in the fresh air, I keep telling myself heading towards the door.
"Your board..." he reminds me, and I almost throw up when I have to turn back to get it. It doesn't help that the bar is packed and everybody stinks of alcohol and sweat. I'm counting in my head, the presumable number of units I drank as I really do not feel well. Maybe I should make my way to the toilets instead. No, I am ok, I keep telling myself as I pick up my board and dash out of the smelly place.
We walk to his hotel with the boards under our arms, talking about our plans for tomorrow and listening to the snow crunching under our heavy snow board boots.
I feel cool, young and sexy and my urge to puke is all gone. In the hotel elevator, We engage in a very uncivilised kissing, pushing our tongues down each others throat and sucking each other's tongue off.
The 'ding' as we reach the fifth floor is the most annoying sound I ever heard in my life. We continue our disgraceful smooching all the away through the corridor knocking some ugly looking artificial plant over on the way, and we giggle like infantile school kids. Matt opens his eyes sometimes to try to locate room number 512. For me it's all blurred. It's too hot in here I think as we dance and wobble around from wall to wall, from door to door hugging and kissing.
Then suddenly one of the doors open, like a giant mouth of some monster ready to swallow us, and we fall straight through, landing on our butt
in the middle of the room laughing hysterically. I wonder who's room we
fell into, as I look around.
I seem to recognise the guy standing in the door as one of his friends.
"One too many hot whisky." I say scrambling to my feet.
Matt introduces us and Gabriel is making his excuses to leave the room, giving us some privacy.
"Please, don't go." I find myself saying. What I meant to say was, out of politeness, that he doesn't have to leave. What actually came out of my mouth was more like begging him to stay. I am ready to correct myself but the two of them share a glance, and I see Gabriel closing the door behind him from the inside. For a brief nanosecond panic flushes over me; just to give way to the revelation, that I am probably the luckiest girl in the universe.
Gabriel looks at me with his blue, flirty eyes:
"Then just continue where you left it." he says.
I instantly get turned on when Matt resumes kissing me, this time, the back of my neck, standing behind me, and Gabriel steps closer to help me out of my already unzipped, baby-blue Roxy jacket.
Four hands, that belong to two beautiful bodies are peeling my clothes off, piece by piece, till I stand there in the nude, crushed between their equally naked bodies. Gabriel kisses me softly, munching on my lips.
"You taste really sweet." he says.
Probably, the eggnog, I want to say, but he is back pulling on my lips with his. He is not as a good kisser as Matt but his hands, caressing my breasts make up for it. I feel gentle strokes on my butt, as Matt is kneading, massaging my cheeks. He brushes my hair away from my left shoulder and moans into my ear. I involuntarily grind my ass into his bulge.
"Ahh." he says and I guess he starts stroking himself behind me as his hands disappear from my cheeks and he is panting into my ears heavily. With my hand I reach behind me and find his rock hard cock straight away. It feels wet, but I resist the urge to taste his pre cum, as I am having too much fun playing with his foreskin around the swollen head. He is gently biting on my earlobe and it shakes me up a little, realising, I have to offer something for Gabriel, too. I reach out for him with my left hand and treat his -OMG- quite nice sized cock the same way. He doesn't get too excited and continues tasting my lips. I doubt there is any more eggnog flavour on it, really.
Gabriel's manhood is still growing under my hand -OMG-and now he is making excited noises, too. He is mouth is down, nibbling on my nipples.
Something is penetrating through my sensitive pussy-lips looking for my entrance. First I think it's Matt's cock, but then I realise that I am still stroking him with my hand. He finds his way in, and spreading, stretching me with at least 3 of his fingers. I open my legs more for him and my juices lubricate his fingers, thus he can go even deeper.
"Man, she is so hot." he says to Gabe over my shoulder, his breath tickling my neck, his husky voice making me even more turned on.
"Let me..." the other one replies as you both spin me around. Gabriel is more gentle, he is giving two fingers to my drenched, needy pussy.
Matt is feeding my mouth with his, making me suck my own juices off all three of them.
When they turned me around I've let go of both of them and now somehow it doesn't feel natural to find them again. I just enjoy to be filled by their skillful fingers, so I play lazy altogether and ride the waves for a few minutes. My moaning is the only sound to be heard in the room, but I am sure, both of them are stroking themselves, hidden from my eyes. Of course I can't let that go on for too long. I am not a lazy cow and I prefer cock to fingers.
I bend down to find Matt's sweet, pre cum covered lolly and I swirl my tongue around it's head, not missing a single spot.
Obviously, when I bent down to give head to my favourite snow board-instructor, I involuntarily offered my ass to Gabe, arching my back.