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The early morning sun reflects off the frozen white ski slopes. Filling the lodge's common room with a hurtful brightness. Hurtful to the few late-night alcoholics populating the dark corners like cockroaches. Fellow alcoholics who are beginning to wake up to the fact it is too late to go to bed and too early to get off. I was thoroughly enjoying my Guinness, whiskey, and Baileys Hot Chocolate and thinking of ordering another when she walks in.

I'm halfway through my three-week winter vacation. Researching, photographing, and accumulating background drama for my next blockbuster novel. Unfortunately, the publishing community has yet to agree with me on their marketability. So far I have seen more than my share of Ski Bunnies who wouldn't know which end of the ski to thrust their feet in. But were wearing the minimum required latest ski fashions as not get arrested. She wasn't one of them. She looked like she could actually ski, or if not she at least wasn't allergic to snow for she was covered in it.

Enchanted I watched. She pushes back the hood of her electric blue matching ski outfit setting off a minor avalanche of snow. Her azure tinted sunglasses sent blue rainbows throughout the common area. Unzipping her bulging quilted down-filled ski jacket I couldn't help but think of Dr. Who's Tardis. For the more she unzipped the more of her there seemed to be. Stepping through the mudroom door, she removes her jacket. First, she tosses her deep mahogany-colored, ass-length hair. Resulting in her bounteous figure sending shock waves throughout the room. Bringing her beautifully displayed body to every ones attention. The low-cut scoop-necked, thin-strapped shelf bra top unable to hide her cold harden nipples.

She smiles. She looks right at me and smiles. I look around to make sure she isn't smiling at someone behind me. I smile back after my fears are unverified. There is no one even close to me. She comes toward me, bouncing all the way. It's no longer escort ataşehir too early for me to get off. I need to be careful I don't cum as I watch her.

*quot;Hi. That looks good and warm.*quot; She says standing between me and the open hearth fire. The bartender watched her, as did the other barflies, walking toward me. Making it so all I had to do was raise my arm showing two fingers and he went to work on our drinks.

*quot;It is. It's definitely what you need coming in from the cold.*quot; She takes a step toward me bending at the waist. I can't help but gaze at her great and magnanimous breasts. She takes my cup, stepping back toward the fireplace. She takes a tentative sip and shivers. Watching her body quiver all over warms me up more than three of those drinks would have. *quot;Oh, this is good.*quot; She says after another sip. She steps toward me bending over holding my cup close to her cleavage. I reach for my cup, making sure I brush my fingers against her inviting tits.

*quot;Do you ski?*quot; She asks facing the fire warming her hands. Her ample ass squeezed into matching electric blue quilted remarkably tight ski pants. Inches from my face.

*quot;Ah.*quot; Thinking if I lie it could come back on me reducing the chance of me foundling that ass. I answered truthfully. *quot;Not well. Not for a while.*quot; Anticipating her next question, *quot;I'm researching a novel.*quot;

*quot;Really?*quot; She turns to face me as the bartender brings our drinks. Looking over her drink, her eyes unreadable behind blue shades. She sits down next to me, our legs touching. If she has something against authors, it isn't enough to turn her off completely.

We sipped our drinks in silence. I work on finishing my first while my second one cools on the fireplace hearth. She purses her full-bodied lips blowing on hers. The whipped cream begins to slosh over the edge. Her tongue flicks out gently caressing, and shaping it, holding it in place. Her tongue flicking in and out of her full mouth she licks the kadıköy escort whipped cream with precision and accuracy. A little bit of cream is at the corner of her mouth. I reach out my finger to brush it away, but she is faster. She takes my finger in her mouth sucking on it. The warm feeling in my crotch intensifies as she twists her sinuous tongue around it stroking it.

Pushing my finger out with her tongue she smiles at me, *quot;Salty just the way I like my cream.*quot; She sips her drink, licking more of the whipped cream. I down the rest of my first one and start on my second.

I'm able to return her favor when she plucks a bit of whipped cream off my nose with her finger. I can tell I'm having a similar effect on her. While I suck and twist my tongue around her finger she leans back, moaning softly shifting in her seat. Her chest is rising and falling with each deep breath. Her nipples, which were soft, are hard again.

*quot;These drinks are very good.*quot; She says opening her eyes and pulling her finger out of my mouth.

*quot;Yes.*quot; I leaned against her shoulder, my arm against her protuberant breast, as we clink glasses. Again we sipped in silence, our bodies, my arm, her breast, and our legs next to each other. *quot;Were you out skiing this morning?*quot;

*quot;No. I was out watching the sunrise. Watching its warm rays penetrate the darker, hidden areas. That require its probing warmth, over and over and over.*quot; She slides her hand up my leg lingering next to my crotch. *quot;I was busy cleaning the snow off what I call my bush.*quot; She brushes her hand across my crotch for emphasis. *quot;When the heat of the sun caused one of the taller, tauter trees to drop its load of snow on me.*quot; She slides two of her fingers along the sides of my bulging vulva. I shudder as slips her finger between them. I know she can feel my dampness. We sip our drinks in unison.

*quot;I like sunsets for the opposite reasons,*quot; I say putting my cup down on the hearth. I turn and she's maltepe escort bayan laying down on the couch legs spread. I see a tiny spot of darkness at her crotch. *quot;I like watching the sun as it slides behind the hills.*quot; On my knees, between her legs, I slide my hands up and under her blouse. Her mounds are soft and warm. Her nipples stiff with desire.

*quot;Knowing it travels below the horizon and into the nether region.*quot; Grinning ear to ear she slides her hand into my leggings founding my pussy lips. *quot;It's brightness swallowed by the moist soft darkness. Allowing the stars and the Moon to shine through.*quot; Her hand slides out as I slip off her ski pants and panties. She flings them off as I slip my hand into her clean-shaven pussy. I continue with my sunset dissertation, with pauses as I suck and tease her nipples

*quot;Their silvery light sanctioning the entrée into those dark hidden areas. Whose desire is to be caressed openly not only under the covers and in the privacy of darkness.*quot; She wraps her legs around my waist letting me know to push my hand deeper into her. *quot;For that is when the brightness of one's love can truly come through. Magnified and strengthened by the twinkling of the stars. By the waxing and waning, the in and out, of the phases of the moon.*quot; I tenderly knead her clit with two of my fingers. The rest of my hand is waxing deep inside her. I'm giving her all of me. Hours, days, yet moments our ache for one another builds. Until the stars, the moon, and the sun all exult in a joyful brightness. A lunation of multi-colored rainbows fill the room.

I shake my head to clear it and look around. She is standing, smiling this side of the mudroom door. I look behind me and there he is. The one she's really smiling at. He's stepping out of the now-open elevator. He's wearing a matching electric blue ski outfit with his and hers matching snowboards.

I try signaling the bartender but he's glassy eyed now. His body movement tells me he's finishing up. Finishing up what I just did. I give my clit one last squeeze. My body shakes with pleasure as I pull my hand from my crotch.

I begin writing my daydream as they leave together. My only consummation is getting the bartender's attention for another lonely drink.