Link to Part 1: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzfh9s/fm_apres_ski_shenanigans_with_a_french_ski/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tzfh9s/fm_apres_ski_shenanigans_with_a_french_ski/)
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We met the next evening. I [F27] waited for him at an outdoor apres ski bar next to one of the ski lifts in town. It had seats around a fire and outdoor heating so it wasn’t very cold sitting there, but I also made sure to dress warm. Mathieu [M30] came up the stairs to meet me and we sat again after getting drinks from the bar.
We talked about everything and anything. I shared more about myself, my interests and journey, and he told me more about Chamonix, what it was like growing up here, how fun it was to having the entire mountain as a playground during the COVID lockdown, etc. We also talked about sports. He used to do professional ski racing but stopped after having a knee injury and a surgery. He told me about the valleys in the region and the wild animals that you can see in the summer. We also talked about paragliding and paraglide skiing. He told me that he briefly did that in the past however he stopped after a close friend of his passed away during a paragliding accident. I noticed the change of tone in his speech and realised it was sensitive topic for him to talk about, but I kept listening.
After an hour or so of sitting outside, I started to feel cold so we moved to the indoor bar area. It was warm and cosy and we sat on a sofa next to each other. I took off my coat. I was wearing a long sleeved top, black skinny jeans and my big warm snow boots. We talked about our personal goals, and he said that he wanted to have kids in the future. I made a joke about whether he would have the time to raise them as he’s seemed to spend more time on the mountain than down in town.
At one point, we both got silent and stared at each other. We were sitting very close on the sofa, with me facing him. He said that he liked my hair and I said thanks. I told him that he had good hair as well and then I reached out to touch his hair in different sections of his head. He didn’t mind that and he closed his eyes like a relaxed puppy. Soft hair, but it was helmet hair (a common problem for skiers/snowboarders). I lowered my fingers towards the base of his head, just above his neck, and said: “this here, is your brainstem. If he fall and hit your head without your helmet, you would die.” He looked at me with a bit of surprise but also a belief in what I said. We exchanged looks for few seconds. There was tension in the air. He asked whether he can kiss me. I took few seconds to think about that and then I told him that he could kiss my cheek, to which he did.
We resumed talking and getting closer. It was getting late and I slightly rested my back against his body and stretched my legs. Light touches turned to kisses which then developed into a make out. His lips were soft and he was a great kisser, and it was getting more passionate as time went on. We stopped to catch a breath and he said “So, what now?”. “I don’t know”, I replied. I kept thinking about what he meant by that question. I thought that since we were already close and alternating between talking and making out, I might as well invite him back to my room to sit there as it might be more comfortable (note that I didn’t have sex on my mind). I asked him if he wanted to go back to my hotel room with me, pointing out that it was getting late. He agreed.
We walked back to my hotel and before walking up the stairs, he asked the receptionist (in French) something about the car parking. I found it sexy when he spoke in French; almost as if he had another voice. We entered my room and he walked around and went to see the balcony. He said “Wow, you have a great view”. “I know, it’s amazing out here”, I replied. There was only one chair next to the desk however I used that to dry my ski trousers on, so I pointed at the bed and said that we can sit there and see what’s on the TV. I got the remote and I flipped from one channel to another. The channels were all in French, and he explained to me what each channel was for. There were several sports and regional channels, until I found a channel showing an episode of Friends. It was duped in French and I found that hilarious to see the actors (Monica, Joey, etc) speaking with their duped French voices. “Wow, even the channels here do not have English subtitles. So French.”, I said. He laughed.
As we were watching Friends, I laid back and placed my head on a pillow. He did the same, and after few minutes, he leaned in and kissed me. We started making out again and touching and exploring each other. His hands were roaming around my petite body as he was complimenting how soft my skin was. I touched his chest and arms, until I found out how hard his thighs were. He wasn’t a bulky/muscly man, he was more lean, but his thighs felt like stainless steel when I touched them and tried to press and squeeze them. “Wow, you have a lot of muscle in your legs”, I said. “Yes, and a layer of fat on my torso to keep me warm in the winter (i.e. just like animals)”, he said. I laughed and said “you’re not fat, that just skin”.
Kisses led to more kisses and touches, fumbles around the bed, clothes taken off and pillows falling on the floor until we both ended up just in our underwear. He was on top of me and kissing, and then he moved down my chest and lifted my purple lace bralette up to expose my nipples. He started sucking them which made me moan and he teased and played with them harder and harder. My arms and legs were wrapped around him and I was grinding my body against him, aware that he was also getting more and more aroused.
He looked at my panties asking for approval to take them off, and after I nodded, he slowly lowered my panties down my ankles and gazed at my bald small pussy. He started kissing my lower abdomen and then my thighs, moving to my inner thighs until I stopped him just before reaching my pubic mound . “No, no kissing there, just touching”, I said, and he followed my direction like a good boy. He placed his thumb on my pussy lips and his index finger on my clit, and I moaned yes, then laid back and let him do his magic. His fingers were really good and he was moving them just in the right speed and motion. I didn’t expect a ski instructor to know how to touch a pussy this well.
The constant touching and teasing made more and more horny, and I saw a smile of satisfaction on his face, pleased that his attempts were working on me. I got so horny to the point of grinding on his hand. After a while he stepped next to his bed and pulled out a condom from his jeans pocket and placed it on the side table. “What is that?”, I asked. “Don’t you want to have sex?”, he said. “Hmm. I’m not sure. It wan’t on my mind.”, I replied. I realized that we might have had different expectations, or that he might have thought that I was hinting or inviting him for sex when I initially asked him for drinks. Blame it on cultural misunderstanding.
We resumed making out and at this point we were both very turned on and comfortable with each other. I was so wet. And I started aching and grinding on him. I cursed under my breath and turned my head to look at my duffel bag. I did not bring my toy, I sadly realized. After a while I held his index finger and brought it closer between my lips. He understood the suggestions and he proceeded to slowly and gently finger me while watching my expressions and moans. He gradually moved his finger faster and faster in and out of me which took me into a state of frenzy, and I got very close to cumming but did not reach there. After a short while we stopped and relaxed, laying on the bed.
It felt really good, the kissing, the making out, the sucking, the touching, the teasing, the fingering, and so on. Nevertheless, I was still feeling frustrated. I needed more. I wanted to cum.
Fuck it fuck it fuck it fuck it. Arrrrghhh, I thought to myself. My OB/GYN doctor would certainly not like it if I told him that I had a random hookup abroad. But alas, desperate times calls for desperate measures.
While we were laying down, I turned to look into his face and said, “Do you want to put the condom on?”
“Do you want to?” He looked at me in the eyes.“I do”.
What happened next was intense animalistic sex.
Obviously since I was tight (I haven’t had sex in months at that time) and he was fairly well-endowed and especially thick near the base, we took it very slow at the beginning. I kept moaning, cursing and gasping as he was steadily stretching. After my body started to gradually relax and take more of him (around half of his length), I asked him for more. More, more. Please more. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.Yes, yes, yes, yes, arggghhhhh. It got rough. I was moaning loudly and the bed was getting messy and my scalp was hurting from my hair being pulled and his pumps pounding me faster and faster.
We moved from missionary to me on top, then to me in cowgirl position but laying down on him while he pounded me hard from below. That last position drove me insane, and his strong legs did not seem to get tired. I remember that I also stepped and stood on side of the bed so that he could fuck me from behind, to which he did. The quick hard pounds, hitting just the right angle and sensitive spots inside me, were getting me closer and closer to orgasm. After a couple of minutes I signalled for him to sit down on the bed so I could also sit down on his lap, having him fully inside me. That made me feel so full so I crossed my legs together and grinded tightly on his cock until I came hard.
We both collapsed on the bed and took few minutes to catch our breath. Wow, I needed that, I thought to myself. He stepped in the bathroom to clean up while I was still laying on the bed. Just shortly after, I felt an incredible feeling soreness in my pussy, hips, and legs. My legs were a bit shaky, heart still beating fast and skin sweaty. I drank some water to hydrate. I checked the time. Fuck, it’s 2am.
He came out the bathroom and said “I have a ski lesson at 9am tomorrow”.
“And I’m leaving to Switzerland tomorrow at 10am. I have to shower, pack up my bags, …”, I said.
He got dressed up and gathered his scarf and things and I walked him towards to door. I realized that the people in the rooms next door have probably heard everything that just happened. Opps.
I smiled at him, thanked him for his time tonight, and then we shared a kiss. I waved goodbye at him as he walked towards the elevator.
I had a warm shower to soothe the soreness, hoping that it won’t affect my skiing the following week in Switzerland. I wore comfy pjs and I collapsed in bed, my eyes being so tired, but at least my pussy’s cravings were now fulfilled.
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