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I pulled in to George’s driveway and parked next to a raised yellow jeep, sides sprayed with mud. It had huge tires and snow gear strapped to it, and a girl was leaning in through the open driver door, rummaging in the glove box. Her ass was aimed my way, wrapped in high-waisted yoga pants so tight they must nearly be cutting off her circulation. I grabbed my bag, and my gaze again drifted to her butt, studying the way its full, round shape made the pattern in the pants stretch out.

“Help you with anything?” I called out, smiling.

The girl turned around. She looked Chinese like George, but maybe with one white parent. She was young, thin, and cute, with a serious look on her face, wearing a sweatshirt with a high-priced private university’s name across the front in big square letters. “Who are you?” she said back, looking me up and down.

“Friend of George’s,” I said, tilting my head towards the skis on top of my car, “We’re going skiing.”

I could feel the judgment billowing like steam from her appraising stare. “Oh,” she said, her gaze lingering, “Ok.” Then, without another word, she turned back to her task.

I shrugged, glanced again at her ass, and headed to the house.

“Mark, my friend, you made it!” George’s voice boomed.

George was the American success story. Child of immigrants, he’d grown his family business steadily and was now successful by any measure. I don’t know how far George’s wealth stretches, but I’d just finished months of working on a big land development project for him. When he invited up for skiing at his ‘Tahoe cabin,’ I knew he was being a little modest in the cabin’s description. But I hadn’t expected this huge house right on the lakeside, soaring roofline, huge picture windows with panorama views. It looked more private lodge than cabin.

“Holy shit, George,” I said, “This place is beautiful.”

“Aww, man, save the compliments — you haven’t even seen the inside yet! Come on in, put your stuff down, I’ll show you around! You’ll love the room I’ve got for you.”

“Damn, thanks for making this whole thing happen, I haven’t been up on the slopes yet this season,” I said, then asked, “Who’s the girl on the driveway? You have a kid you never told me about? Or, uh, a friend?…” With a smirk, I nodded in the girl’s direction.

“Huh?” George furrowed his eyebrows. “Oh, Vanessa? She’s my cousin’s kid, taking a year off from school,” he dropped to a lower voice, “Her grades weren’t so hot, you know?” then back to his normal loud volume, “She wanted out of the house, so she’s been taking care of this place for me when I’m not here. You know me man, I don’t have time for kids. C’mon, the bar’s over here…”

##

Late that evening, skiing done, dinner long over, George and I were lazing around in the living room, sipping whisky, watching tv, shooting the shit before bed. We’d humble-bragged about how well we’d done on the slopes that afternoon, and were now layout out plans for tomorrow.

But I was distracted. Behind George, through the large windows, outside on the deck, I could see Vanessa in the hot tub, face lit blue from below by the glowing, roiling water. Just her head was visible over the brim, dark hair in a tight ponytail, her hand holding a phone against her ear, chatting away.

As much as I was interested in what George was saying, I kept glancing over his shoulder. I was hoping to catch sight of Vanessa in a swimsuit, imagining a form-fitting one-piece or scanty bikini. But when she finally did stand up, I was shocked to see she was completely naked. My eyes widened, jaw dropped. Her back was to me, but she turned sideways towards the towels and I was entranced. Water streamed down her pert breasts, across the slenderness of her waist, and around her wide hips before dripping down her ass, firm and full and round. I absorbed as much as I could in the few seconds before she wrapped the robe around herself. She looked over in my direction, and even though it was some distance and through the window, I think we made eye contact.

I guiltily looked over to George. But he hadn’t noticed. I sighed in relief as he was studying his laptop screen, skilift information glowing in his face.

Vanessa came inside quietly through the kitchen door, and sneaked away somewhere I couldn’t see. George paid her no attention.

“I think I’m going to hit the hay,” I said, “I’ll catch up with this tomorrow. Although whatever you have in mind is fine with me, you’re the local.”

“Night, man, see you in the morning,” George said, still distracted.

##

The room George had me in was huge, with a fireplace, high-ceilings, log cabin walls, and furniture to match. The only thing missing was an en suite bathroom, instead I had to use a shared one out in the hall.

I had finished brushing my teeth and all that, and was packing my kit back together. The counters were covered in feminine stuff — lotions, cleansers, creams, product — all strewn about, leaving no room for my gear. Vanessa’s presence was heavy in the space, it was impossible to for me to ignore. Every item just induced mental images of her standing in the same place I was, naked. Naked like when her lithe form rose from the hot tub like a Greek goddess.

Her bedroom was adjacent the bathroom, and I could hear footsteps and other sounds coming from it. I don’t know what I thought I’d hear, it just sounded like she was pacing. But my mind was stuck on loop, replaying the water rivulets coursing their way across her breasts, teasing her belly, wending between her legs.

I tried to shake myself back to reality.

My plan, if you could call it that, was to go to bed and jack off while thinking about her. I left the bathroom and stole a glance over at her door, saw it was ajar. And maybe it was the booze in my head, but seeing the light glowing from her open door, I figured, what’s the harm in wishing her goodnight?

I pushed her door open. “I, uh…” I trailed off. Her room was a mess. She was lying on her bed, face down, feet towards the door, in nothing but tight, thin, black underwear. She had one leg straight, the other folded up, the pose pushing her ass out, muscles stretched tight and round, on full display. And where her legs came together, in the crotch of her panties, the fabric covering her pussy was shifting. I was dumbstruck as I realized she was fingering herself.

I gasped. Vanessa turned her head back over her shoulder, saw me standing there. Her fingers didn’t slow. She narrowed her eyes and said, “You just going to watch? Or are you going to be useful?”

Moments later I was naked on her bed, straddling her thighs, gripping and squeezing her ass. I slid my fingers underneath her panties, massaging her butt. My balls were pushed against the back of her legs, my cock growing stiff, growing eager.

Vanessa was watching me, horny look on her face. “You going to fuck me or what?” she asked.

I grabbed her ass cheeks, pulling them apart, spreading her tight asshole and wet pussy. I pushed my fingers down, cupping her crotch, thumb pushing inside her ass, index finger inside her pussy. She gasped. I grabbed the crotch of her panties and yanked it sideways, exposing her moist mound. With my hips I pushed forward until the swollen head of my erection was resting against her sex, feeling her heat. She whimpered desperately.

“I need it,” she hissed.

Slowly at first, I pushed my cock insider her, watching her pussy swallow me inch by inch. She groaned as my hips continued sliding forward, shoving my entire length deep in, the tight warmth of her sex firmly gripping my dick.

“Fuck, you’re big…” she half whispered, half moaned, panting heavily.

I wrapped my hands around her thin waist, holding her in place. I pulled my hips back, sliding out until only the tip of my cock was in her, then inserted myself a second time. “Fucking tight,” I grunted, working myself up to a rhythm, starting slow, finding the right angle, then steadily building speed.

She pushed her shoulders up, arching her back, head still turned back, watching me fuck her. I reached around with one hand, grabbing at her tits, cupping the soft flesh, pinching her nipple, while continuing to ram my cock in her.

“Harder…” she whimpered.

I pinched her nipple harder, she yelped.

“Not that you asshole, harder with your cock!”

Oh. I pinched her nipple again for good measure, then pulled my hand back to her waist. I pulled her hips up off the bed until she was on her knees, ass in the air, bent over with her face against her pillow. Now kneeling behind her, my hands guided her hips in time with my thrusts, pushing her away as I pulled back, slamming her down hard on my cock as I pushed in. Like a steam engine I pounded into her, powerful and rhythmic, watching her muscles tense under the force of my fucking, a sheen of sweat coating her skin.

“Oh, god…” she muttered, “Fuck yes…” she was moaning and grunting, her body shaking, eyes rolled back in her head. “So big… don’t stop… keep… ah…” she was losing control, and I fucked her harder still, driving my cock into her to its hilt, my thighs and arms working in concert to shove my erection into her full force, holding nothing back.

She was coming, and I let her orgasm finish, then quickly pulled out and flipped her over onto her back. I grabbed behind her knees, pushing her legs back and wide, pinning them against the sides of her torso. Her pussy was glistening wet, spread and on full display. She was in awe of my cock, I could see it in her look of shock, her eyes wide open, her mouth hanging slack.

I swung my hips down until my erection was again against her pussy, then mercilessly, I shoved it in, quickly resuming my pounding pace. She quietly moaned as I fucked away, my excitement building as I watched her petite body taking my cock, helpless underneath me. I was soon feeling my own pleasure peaking, the orgasm building in me.

Right as I came, I slid my cock out from her, and used my hand to aim it up towards Vanessa’s belly. My dick twitched, and I spurted thick globs of cum in an arc over her body, leaving a trail of semen from her tits on down. I kept stroking myself, spraying cum across her chest, dribbling it down her crotch.

Spent, I pulled myself off, leaving her on the bed dripping with my spunk. I slipped back into my boxers, and looked down at Vanessa’s nearly naked body one more time. For a moment, we made silent eye contact. Then I spoke, saying, “Goodnight,” and headed off to bed, knowing I’d sleep well.

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