Lost Turn, Hidden Bliss

Pam and I had been out on the ski trail for over two hours. We knew we were pushing our luck, but when would we have the chance to ski in a place this beautiful again? We had intended to take the “red trail,” which was a little over a mile. That would have been a nice light workout with a chance to enjoy some new countryside. However, somewhere along the way we had missed the proper turn and ended up on the blue trail, four extra miles. By the time we got back to the ski cabin, nobody else seemed to be around. The door was open with a note taped to the window: “Please leave ski rental equipment by the counter and be sure the door is latched when leaving.” We removed our gear by the warmth of the wood stove, leaving our rentals by the counter and waded through the snow to the parking area.

We had been aware that a storm was coming, but the intensity of it was more than expected. Snowflakes had begun to lightly fall about an hour into our ski excursion, but in such a short time the lazy white dust floating through the air had turned into stinging pellets hurling at us unmercifully. The car wheels were immersed in about five inches of heavy snow and were spinning in place without moving our vehicle. After exhausting ourselves with pushing, Pam and I agreed to go back inside the lodge. We put some more wood in the fire and discussed our options. It was either attempt to trek the two-mile road out to the highway or settle in and stay the night.

Being the shy type, I didn’t want to push the idea, but I was dying to stay the night right where we were. I had fantasized about spending the night with Pam more times than she would ever realize. Dreaming about peeling off her clothes while she peeled off mine. Dreaming about what it would be like to feel her naked breasts in my bare hands. Her hands running down my chest until they reached my pants then unfastening my…

“I think we should stay,” Pam said, jerking me back to reality.

“Are you sure?” I replied.

“Unless you don’t want to,” she hesitated.

“It’s not that,” I shyly answered. “I just didn’t want to push it on you. But really staying is better, I mean it could be dangerous trying to walk out to the highway, especially if we took another wrong turn.”

“Then it’s settled,” she said, and she busied herself looking through the kitchen area finding some hotdogs, hot chocolate and chips that we could have for supper. I couldn’t help but notice how natural it seemed to be making supper together, preparing to spend the night in this cute little ski lodge. Most guys are more forward than I, but that night I finally lost some inhibitions as I brushed against her breasts with my arm, reaching for something across the counter. Then as she started the dishes I came up behind her to put my plate in the water reaching one arm on either side of her and letting my bulge briefly press against her ass. She pushed herself back against me murmuring something about how hard it would be to spend a long hard night here together. By the second “hard” I caught on and began to flirt back more openly than before. Finding a deck of cards we agreed to play gin rummy as innuendoes flew back and forth across the table. I don’t think I removed my eyes from her beautiful form for more than a couple of seconds at a time, just to look at my cards, until she noticed the time.

“Wow, it is just pitch black out there,” she commented. “And it’s after 10 pm, we better figure out how we’re sleeping tonight. Let’s rummage around some more and find as many blankets as we can.”

There were no beds in the cabin since it was being used as a rentals building. However, there were four area rugs which we piled on top of one another making a mattress of sorts. There were no sheets of course, but we did find a couple of blankets in a closet and a quilt that looked warm. We took dishtowels and piled them up to make pillows and we were done. All of this had been done a few feet in front of the woodstove so we could stay warm easily. The glass window in the door of the stove also allowed some romantic light throughout the room as Pam turned off the final light switch. I laid down awkwardly knowing there was no chance of sleep in my present state of erection. Pam just looked at me and said, “There is no way you can tell me that you plan just go to sleep with all those clothes on, who sleeps in a pair of jeans anyway, you’ll never be able to get any rest that way.”

“OK, I guess I could shed some clothes as long as I’m not the only one,” I proceeded to take off my socks, followed by my polo shirt. Hesitation overtook me as I arrived at my pants, my fingers shook as I undid my button and slid my zipper down, hoping my erection would not display itself too much. Soon I was down to my boxers with a raging hard-on inside them and I just looked at her as if to say, your turn. I was not disappointed, Pam announced that she usually slept in a T-shirt and panties and proceeded to reach under her shirt to unclip her bra. She pulled a strap over one arm and then the other and the next thing I knew her bra was laying on the floor beside me. I couldn’t help but pick it up and look at it, this was my first bra in a night of many firsts. I wanted to sniff it and kiss it but not wanting to look like a pervert I just felt it for a moment and moved it aside. Next her socks flew off and she got a little blushed.

“They are just socks,” I quipped.

“It’s not the socks, it’s what comes next,” she hesitated. “My underwear doesn’t hide as much as yours.” She slowly slid off her beige cargo pants to reveal a pair of silky red panties and as she bent over to take out her second leg I realized they were thongs. I didn’t even know I had made a groan until she looked over with dismay on her face, “I know I’m not the like the girls in the movies.”

“Better,” I told her, “because you are real. I have never in my life seen something as beautiful as you.” Pam purred as she placed her hand on my chest. I jumped as if I had touched an electric fence, every nerve in my body was on fire anticipating what was about to happen. “You can touch me too,” she said, “just be gentle, you know I’m a little scared.” I reached and put my hand on her left hip as we began to kiss. Our kisses quickly turned to french kisses and our soft lips soon were urgently exploring each other’s faces and necks as our hands wandered all over. I soon slid my hands up and down Pam’s back massaging her spine, working my way to her sides and finally getting to her boobs. “Not too hard, that hurts,” she whispered. I quickly took my hand away but she grabbed it and put it back on her chest assuring me that I could continue. I put my hand down to the hem of her shirt and lifted up so I could finally see the breasts I had been feeling, the first ones I had ever touched in my thirty years of existence on earth. I didn’t know what the size was then, but I now know they are 32A. They were perfectly made to fit in my hands and I explored every inch of them with both my hands and my lips. What surprised me most were her nipples. They were about the size of quarters, a little wider than my own, but her nipples stuck straight out. I was just about to kiss them when Pam pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, pushing her hands hard against my chest. She leaned down to kiss me, her nipples lightly rubbing back and forth against mine. My hands went to her sides pulling her down and she pressed her hips into mine. Her panty covered crotch was now grinding against my pre-cum soaked boxers. I finally reached to her boobs and pulled her erect nipples to my lips. I lightly flicked them with my tongue as Pam moaned her appreciation. I was so engrossed in my fascination of her nipples that I almost missed the tightening of her muscles. As I drew her nipples back and forth in and out of my mouth she gyrated her hips hard against me. When she began to cry out I thought I might have hurt her but quickly realized she had arrived at an orgasm. She gripped me so hard it hurt but I didn’t mind as she screamed my name, her entire body convulsing on top of mine. She collapsed on my chest as her climax faded, trembling as I held her tightly. We just quietly laid there for several minutes, not saying a word until she looked up for another kiss.

“That was amazing,” she whispered, “but now I want to finish my waiting. Please make love to me.” She sat up again on top of me but then climbed to me side and tugged off my boxers. Staring at me, she slowly reached out and touched my penis. It was rock-hard and throbbing with excitement. I was now thankful I had masturbated in the shower that morning, if I hadn’t my load would have been lost already. She felt my scrotum and ran her fingers back and forth along my length, kissing the tip before she laid on her back pulling me over to her. She pushed her feet down raising her hips in the air and I knew her true womanhood was now mine to see. I pulled off her thongs, slowly running my hands back up and down her legs, over her calves, up the inside of her thighs until I finally reached her vagina. She jumped and twitched with every touch as my fingers explored the wonderful folds of her sexuality. I leaned up to kiss her lips and she grabbed my butt cheeks pulling me against her. “Please” she whimpered as my shaft pressed against her. I finally pushed in, feeling her pleasure as she arched her back and moaned with delight. She pulled me back and then pushed her hips forward again. We continued like this for several more minutes, lost in our mutual pleasure. As the storm outside raged on, we found a strange comfort and intimacy in our shared experience. My hard-on was still throbbing, but now it was mingled with the heat of her body against mine. The cabin, with its simple warmth and the glow of the wood stove, felt like the most luxurious place in the world. It was then that I realized that while the ski trail had brought us here, it was our connection that would keep us together.

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