Snowed In [M] {F}

To start off, let me admit that I’m kind of a sucky storyteller. All I really know how to do is write like I talk, and so that’s what I’ll do. Hopefully everything’s intelligible.

I’m currently at school in Utah, and at my university they have this fat discount on ski passes they get for their students, so I jumped on that, and I’ve been skiing at Park City (where they hold the Sundance Film Festival) every week since the beginning of the season. Honestly, it’s a blast.

Usually I go with friends, but this Saturday my buddies were busy all day with a wedding, so I took this girl I barely even knew to go skiing with me. We have a couple mutual friends, and I’ve run into her at a couple parties. Every time, she acts super excited to see me, and she’s hella cute. Her insta’s been pretty SO-free for the last couple months, so it seemed safe to ask her. She responded surprisingly enthusiastically, and so Saturday morning I was in front of her apartment in the cold morning light loading her skis into my car.

The hour ride up the canyon to the ski resort was as uneventful as it was lovely. We talked about anything and everything. She laughed at my jokes, kept finding excuses to touch my leg, and all around was just doing a terrific job of flirting. And it worked ;)

When we got there, it was snowing lightly, as it had been all night. We were some of the first ones on the slopes, so the powder was nearly untouched in some areas. Skiing down was liking flying on a cloud. I went down behind her on most of the runs. Watching her float down the mountain in front of me, swinging from side to side, she looked perfectly graceful. On the lift up, the wind blew hard, which gave her an excuse to snuggle up next to me. When I put my arm around her, I realized I was falling fast and hard for her. And I was okay with it.

Everything was going great until the afternoon. The wind picked up hard, and instantly the air dropped about 15 degrees. We were at the top of the mountain, when it started snowing harder than I had ever seen it. We decided to play it smart and went down some wide, groomed blues so that we didn’t lost or accidentally run into a tree. When we finally made it into the lodge, we heard talk that the road through the canyon back home was closed, and probably wouldn’t open until the following day.

—-

I took off my mask and googles. “Yikes, that was bad snow! Are you all good?”

She took off her mask and googles too, and I saw those clear blue eyes, that shining smile, and bright pink cheeks for the first time since we started skiing that morning. There was some ice on her cheeks that made her look strangely cute and rugged at the same time. “Yeah, I’m fine! Are we gonna have to stay here all night?” She looked more excited than worried.

We asked around, and it was confirmed that NO one was driving through the canyon, and that we would have to stay the night.

She took off her helmet and untucked her messy blonde braid from her jacket. “Ooh I’m sorry. Hotels around here are soooo expensive. I’m good to stay in your car if you want!”

I laughed. Here was this beautiful girl, and she was offering to stay the night in the car to save me some money. What a catch. “No, we’ll find a place.” I smiled, put my arm around her waist and pulled her in, and she leaned her head against my shoulder.

—-

We eventually found a place. It was one of the cheapest places available, which, because this is Park City, was still wildly expensive and super nice. When we walked in, I saw that there was only one, large bed, and *no* couches. This is point that my mind starting racing.

She stood in front of me and looked around the rustic, cabin-themed room. Her eyes landed on the one bed and paused there for a moment. Then she turned to me and said, “Welllll, looks we’re gonna have to share a bed. You don’t have cold feet, do you?”

I couldn’t figure out if she was speaking metaphorically or literally, but in either case, I responded, no, I don’t have cold feet and in fact I don’t even snore. She laughed and then we stumbled over the bed and laid on the covers, ski gear and all, for a couple moments to finally have a moment of rest after a long day of skiing and walking around.

After a minute of peaceful bliss, I looked over to her and asked, “So who’s gonna shower first?”

She told me to go first since I would probably be faster. I took a quick shower with all the hoity-toity shower stuff the hotel provided. I was smelling pretty fancy, and was about to walk out when I noticed a sizable bottle of massage oil on the bathroom counter. I opened the door, leaned on the doorframe, and held out the bottle, and smiled. “Hey look what they left us in there.”

She opened her eyes from her little nap and looked over at me. “Oh wow. I knew you worked out, but, like, I didn’t know you were *that* toned.”

“What? No, I meant the massage oil!” I laughed, but it felt pretty good to hear that. I’ve been working out consistently for about 9 months now, 6 days a week, and I have a pretty good mix of strength and cardio. I’m a lean 6’3″, and I’d say my body is my main, if not my only, selling point.

“Ohhh! Gotcha. Yeah that’s cool too,” she responded with a smile. “What’s it smell like?” I walked over to her, and told her there were tons of other fancy bottles of stuff in there that she should check out. “Well let me go see what they’re like,” she said as she started to stand up.

“Well I’ll be waiting here when you’re ready,” I said with a wink. I was feeling more and more confident. (Which, to her credit, was only happening because of how flirty and forward she had been the entire day.)

She walked over to the bathroom, taking off her jacket and throwing me a coy smile as she undid a strap of her snow pants. (Snow pant straps, pretty sexy, right? You would have thought so too if you were there and saw the look she gave me haha)

—-

I lied there on my stomach for some time. My eyes were closed and my head was turned away from the bathroom door, but my mind was pumping out a million ways this could go down, with what felt like 30 images per second. I wasn’t moving at all, but my heart was racing like a roadrunner on speed. With my ear against the bed, I could actually hear my heartbeat reverberating through the springs of the bed.

For most of you reading this, you’re probably thinking, “Dude, this chick obviously likes you, you’re sharing a bed, OBVIOUSLY you’re gonna get some action tonight.” What you might not understand is that (a) this girl and I had never kissed before, and hadn’t spent more than a couple hours with each other outside of today and (b) she just seemed so sweet and innocent. Like, I was almost 99% sure she was a virgin, and I had no idea how far she’d let me go or what she’d be okay with. Somehow, her sweetness and innocence just made the whole thing more exciting.

I hear the blowdryer stop, and I minute later I hear the door open. I turn my head to look, and there she is standing in the doorway in all her glory. Her long hair is let down, and she’s in nothing but a towel that’s barely wide enough to cover everything it’s supposed to. Up to this point, the most revealing thing I had seen her wear was a pair of jeans and a sweater. I can feel her eyes on mine as I admire her body that is the perfect balance of slim and curvy.

“Mind if I join you?” She says it in an overly sexy way. Somehow the fact that her tone was contrived just made her cuter.

“Not one bit,” I reply, and she walks around the bed to lie down next to me.

There we were, lying on our stomachs, arms by our sides (kind of a goofy position, to be honest) — two enamored strangers looking into each other’s eyes.

After our little moment, she says, “Well do you want a massage or not?” After a some protest that she go first, and quite a lot of insistence on her part, she’s pressing into my bare back, hands completely covered in oil that I can only describe as impossibly slick and very minty-smelling. I’m just glad I’m lying down so that she can’t yet see the raging hard-on I have at this point.

Then it’s her turn to get a massage. She again lays down on her stomach. Her towel is having a hard time covering her butt, and her hair shoulders are completely bare. I start on her shoulders, and she just smiles and closes her eyes.

To be honest, I’m pretty darn good at massages. She seems to be enjoying it, so I ask her if she wants the rest of her back massaged, since she massaged *my* back, and it would only be fair if *she* got the same treatment. She says yes of course, and I help her pull down her towel so that it’s now only covering her butt, and *that* not all the way. As I start down her back, and get to the very bottom of her back / top of her butt, she starts moaning softly. My eyebrows raise in surprise, because I honestly didn’t know she could produce that sound, *THAT’S* how innocent I thought she was. I stay a while down there, and she doesn’t stop, and my hard-on that I thought couldn’t get any harder … does.

I start on her exposed thighs, and I’m amazed at how toned her legs are. It’s more *bounce* than *squish*, if you know what I mean. As I move my hands farther and farther up her thighs, she spreads her legs ever so slightly to allow me to run my hand up farther the inside of her leg. She even even tugs at the towel with her hand to show off a little more of her butt. I take it as a sign that I’m free to massage that too, and when I do, she arches her back to lift her butt up in affirmation. Keep in mind she still hasn’t said a word or even opened her eyes at this point. But as I start on her ass, her moans grow more audible, and I get more turned on.

Now, I’ve never considered myself a butt guy, but holy heck this girl made me change my mind real quick. I swear I have never seen a better one in all my life. It was the perfect mixture of fat and muscle. I could grab a handful, but I could still feel her thick muscle underneath. It was so hot. Lying on her stomach, it went more *up* than *out,* and it stopped abruptly where it met her thighs instead of melding into them. *And she had dimples on top*. There was no cellulite, hair, stretch marks, tan lines or any imperfection of any kind. Please take a moment to appreciate the simple beauty of this particular gluteus maximus.

Well anyway, I keep on going for a bit, really just having the time of my life playing with her ass. Eventually I ask her if she wants her quads massaged, since, you know, that’s the part that gets worked out the most when you’re skiing. I’m expected her to say yes, gather the towel around her, and then slowly and carefully rotate so that I don’t see anything I’m not supposed to see. Buuuuut, she just immediately spins around so that I get a full-frontal view of her. Her eyes are wide open now, and she looking right at me, smiling with excitement. It takes me a couple minutes to pick my jaw back up from off the floor, but when I finally do, I start on her quads with fervor. I run my hand from her left knee all the way up her leg, across her abdomen, and down her right leg. Her eyes close again. I do this again and again, going closer and closer to her pussy with every iteration. Finally, my hand is right at it — my fingers resting on the skin right above her clit, and my hand is hovering over her pussy, so that I can feel the heat coming off of it. I pause it there, and wait. She takes a breath and then bucks her hips, pressing her pussy into the palm of my hand. She then puts her hands on top on my and presses it into her, grinding against it.

—-

I just watched in awe for a while, as I held my hand in place for her, until I pinned her down with my hand. With the other hand, I spread one of her legs wide, and I started lightly caressing her lips with the hand between her legs. I moved my hand farther and farther to her slit. She was soaking wet, and my finger slipped into her without my evening trying. I switched between fingering her and using the same finger to rub her clit as she switched between squeezing her breasts and grabbing my wrist, moaning the whole time. I went at her with my tongue, and her moans became shorter. With two fingers, I spread her lips and I put my mouth around her clit and sucked it gently into my mouth, tracing circles over and around it with my tongue. As I quickened my tongue’s movements on her clit, she bucked her hips and grabbed my hair. Pretty soon her moans turned into short, sharp breaths, and she squeezed her legs around my head, and shoved my face down into her pussy. I resisted to take one last long breath through my nose, and then dove right back in. I didn’t stop until her hands had let go of my hair and her breaths had slowed down to deep, shaking sighs.

I was feeling pretty proud of myself when I finally brought my head out from between her legs and looked at her face. She looked like she had been hit by a train, in the best and sexiest way possible. Her eyes were stilled closed when I kissed her cheek. As I kissed her cheek, I could feel her smile. She grabbed my face and pressed her lips against mine. We kissed for a while. I was a good deal taller than her, so I could rest on my elbows and knees and hover my body over hers, but I could also let my body down so that it was pressing against hers — my chest pressed against her perky breasts and my cock against her slit. It was like missionary style, but not quite. I’d kiss her from her jawbone down to between her breasts, dragging my entire body down across her hers as I moved my way down. Then I’d move back up, kissing her from her collarbone to her earlobe while I pressed and slid my cock against her slit. I did this over and again (sound familiar?), bringing the head of my cock closer and closer to her opening. Pretty soon she was moving her hips in rhythm with mine. Eventually, the head of my cock was lodged, barely inside of her. Again, I paused and waited for her. She immediately wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her feet against my butt, and pulled me into her with everything she had.

I didn’t need to be told twice, and I drove my dick into her with one, long, measured stroke. She let out a long moan and titled her head back on the bed. I used my hands to spread her legs a little more, then went at it, pumping into her at a steady pace. I leaned down and kissed her exposed neck, and sucked on her breasts. Then I quickened the pace as I pulled her body into mine. She never muttered “fuck” or anything like that — I don’t think she knew how to. She just switched between moaning and taking short breaths; grabbing the sheets and grabbing my butt; trying to kiss me and just arching her back and leaning her head back. It was like her mind was completely gone, and had been for some while. She was just writhing there in pleasure like some beautiful animal as I slammed into her over and over again.

I took her hands and pinned them above her head with one hand as I squeezed her breast with the other, and kissed/breathed into her ear. Then I let her go, jumped off the bed, grabbed her waist and pulled her to the edge of the bed. Then I put her feet on my shoulders, and went at her again. I felt I was getting pretty close, so I threw her legs down so that she was basically in the fetal position, then drove my cock into her again as I used her waist and shoulder to pull her into me as I fucked her. This position for some reason always makes me cum nearly instantaneously. I was pretty sure she wasn’t cognizant enough to be able to respond to me if I asked her if she wanted to take it in the mouth or on her tits, so I just finished on her ass.

I just stood there for a while looking at my work and her dazzling body that was shining all over from the oil and what was probably sweat. Her eyes fluttered from opened to closed, and she still seemed barely conscious. (Keep in mind though, there was absolutely no alcohol in this experience. She and I don’t drink at all.) Then I fell onto the bed next to her, so that my face was right next to hers.

—

After looking at her sweet, soft face, I lean over and kiss her mouth. She kisses me back surprisingly eagerly, then all the sudden she jumps up and lays her body across mine. Lying on top of me, she wraps her arms around me, presses her head against the crook of my neck, and falls asleep almost immediately. Her hair smells amazing, and I just stroke my hand across her back as I stare up at the ceiling, feeling her breaths on my chest as I join her in sleep.

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