[MF] I (34M) fucked a gorgeous college student (19F) at a ski lodge

It was March of this year, and my city was coming out of covid lockdown and I was coming out of the end of a long-term relationship. I needed a break from all of it so I said to hell with it, took a Friday off (I teach college) and booked a room at a small ski resort for a long weekend. I hadn’t been skiing for ages but the snow and cold air always clears my mind and lifts my mood. So off I went in my little hatchback, ditching Toronto for a small ski town in British Columbia.

Checking in at the main lobby, I found the usual types passing through—couples, college students, families with shrieking kids. Reassuringly familiar; the only change this year was the masks. I checked in, got my key, and headed back towards the entrance to gather my gear from my car. As I opened the door, a group of college students was approaching—all women, seemingly close friends but not quite a sorority vibe, all of them clad in various forms of late-winter attire. I hold the door open for them, and they parade past, chatting with each other and oblivious to me.

Except for one. A striking, buxom brunette, wearing ski pants, boots, and a parka vest which is playfully unbuttoned to reveal a hot pink bikini top. (It *is* unusually warm, but still… bold.) On top of which, inexplicably but somehow appropriately, she’s wearing a pair of bunny ears. The cumulative effect is simultaneously cute and ridiculously sexy.

Now, I’m used to being around college students. I’ve even been flirted with, and hit on by them. So, I know how to behave myself. But this girl is… well, “absolutely stunning” is the phrase I’d use. She’s masked so all I really see of her face are a striking pair of dark brown eyes, but what really catches my eye is her body—it is absolutely phenomenal. She’s tall, with a slim waist which is nicely contrasted by her full hips and, swaying above them, a pair of big, round, glorious tits. She must be DD, maybe even F-cup, and they’re as buoyant as birthday balloons. Her loose vest swings back and forth as she hops up the steps, and my eyes can’t help but be drawn downwards to those perfect globes, tightly contoured by her snug little bikini top.

However, I soon realize that, unlike the other girls, she is *quite* aware of me. My eyes dart upwards from her chest as she passes through the door to discover her looking right at me, brown eyes twinkling. “Smooth one, chief,” she deadpans as she passes by. (She even smells good, I think to myself. Goddamn.) I start to stammer something in response but before I know it she’s through the door and strolling away, round ass swaying side-to-side in her clinging ski pants. She knows what she’s doing.

Putting horny thoughts out of mind, I unpack my gear and hit the slopes. I’m usually a black diamond guy but as I’m still getting back my ski-legs I stick to the intermediate slopes.

A few hours later, I’ve come to the end of a run and I’m checking my phone (habits die hard, ugh) when who should glide to a stop next to me but Miss Snowbunny herself. She’s ditched the bunny ears and traded in her ski vest and pink bikini top for a blue bikini top with black polka dots and… no jacket at all. Her black ski pants are buttoned up to just below her belly button, which I note is an innie. And now maskless, I can see she has an adorable face—striking brown eyes, a wide mouth with full lips, and a cute nose (she looks ancestrally Polish, although I never confirmed that). She neither needs nor has any makeup applied. My mouth is hanging open (smooth one, chief) as she lifts up her goggles and looks over with the the barest hint of a smile around the corner of her lips.

“Maybe you should take a picture.” She says it like a challenge.Well, challenge accepted. I raise my phone, centering her in the frame as she put her hands on her head and makes the “Oh!” face of a 1950s pinup. I snap the pic.“This is gonna look great in my slideshow”, I quip. (Okay, not the cleverest retort, but I was struggling to simply not stammer.)

“Yeah, it will. You can tell you friends you hooked up with me.”

“Ah, but I’m too much of a gentleman to lie about a lady.”

“Maybe you won’t have to,” she shrugs, dark eyes glittering. She pushes off to glide down towards the lifts, but as she cruises off she glances over her shoulder and says something just barely loud enough for me to hear. “I’ve heard the heated pool is empty after nine…”

Holy shit. Is she not just flirting with me, but inviting me to meet up? Or is just toying with an older guy? I’ve had students who do that. And any woman who dresses like relishes her effect on men. But, maybe… And then I do my best to put her out of my head.

I fail, of course. After a solo dinner (no Snowbunny in sight) I’m relaxing in my room, keeping an eye on the clock. Nine o’ clock arrives. I wait a few minutes (play it cool, play it cool), put on my swimming trunks (relieved I thought to pack them) and make my way around the back of the lodge to the small heated pool.She was right, the decks are clear and the pool is empty. Almost. Lounging in the corner, in her same blue, polka-dotted bikini.

“I guess you didn’t need to change” I joke.

“Figured you might not recognize me if I did.

“I put my towel and phone down on the concrete deck and slide into the the water directly across from her.“I don’t think there was in danger of that. I have a picture, after all.” (Am I getting better at this?)

“Oh, true. Might as well take another shot for your slideshow, eh?”

I pick my phone up off the deck, snap a few pics. She doesn’t strike a pose this time. She just looks directly into the camera. Or maybe through it. At me. My heart is racing and beneath inside my swim trunks my cock is getting stiff.”

Okay, put it away now.” I do. And when I look back at her she’s gliding towards me, her absurdly nice tits bobbing on the surface with each stroke. Looks like she’s not playing hard to get. She drifts up to me, put her hands on my showers, looks at me curiously like a biologist studying an interesting animal. I put my hands on her waist, and we start making out. She presses against me, those beautiful, soft breasts against my chest. I can feel her nipples pushing through the fabric.

We’re really deep-kissing now, and as we get hotter and heavier, one of my hands moves up to her left tit (and *my god* it feels good filling my palm) while the other slides down her belly and along her bikini bottom. I press my finger against her through the fabric and start working my finger in slow circles. She breaks our kiss to lay her head on my shoulder, gasping softly into my ear as I work my finger against her pussy. Her body starts moving rhythmically against mine, she’s getting heated up. She begins stroking my stiff cock through my swimming trunks. I escalate, dipping my fingers inside her bikini top and feeling soft, freshly-shaved skin beneath. My finger moves down to her mound and I gently press between her swollen lips. At the same time, I slide my other hand inside bikini top and being playing with her fat, stiff nipple. Her breathing quickens, and she murmurs into my ear what feels like magical words: “I’m on the pill…”

The part of my brain still functioning takes the hint, and I tug aside her bikini bottom while she pulls down my swimming trunks. Then she puts her arms around my neck, and I cup her ass and lift her up. She wraps her legs around my waist and I slowly lower her onto my rock hard cock until her pussy lips are pressing against the head. For a moment, I worry—Will chlorine make it uncomfortable? Does underwater sex even work? Is she too tight?—and then with a plop the head of my cock enters her. And oh god it feels good.

It must for her, too, because her thighs are suddenly gripping my sides like a vise. With some help from me holding her ass, she slowly pumps up and down on my cock. Her head is tipped back now, her eyes closed, mouth open, breathing heavily. She doesn’t break rhythm, she just keeps steady fucking me. It feels insanely good and I know I’m not going to be able to hold out long but then her pussy starts contracting rapidly and to my surprise *she* starts cumming first. She leans forwards and presses her face against my neck and starts making unintelligible noises. My cock getting squeezed and released again and again inside her pushes me WAY over the edge, and I start pumping pulse after pulse of cum deep inside her. She’s holding me tight, grinding against me, like she’s trying to take in every drop. As our orgasms slowly subside, she relaxes her grip. She pulls her head off my shoulder and smiles sleepily at me through half-closed eyes.”Goddamn, dude,” she murmurs. And instantly every lingering bad feeling from my recent breakup is completely washed away.”I know, right?”

“Mmm, yeah. So, uh… you here for the whole weekend?”

(Oh, god yes.)

“As a matter of fact I am.”

I’ll save the rest for another post…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/q84c71/mf_i_34m_fucked_a_gorgeous_college_student_19f_at