Snowmelt Secrets

The snow clung stubbornly to the mountain peaks, a stark reminder of the chilly start to our ski weekend. Lucy and I, along with our two energetic boys, had driven up to a secluded condo nestled deep in the wilderness. The kids had spent the day carving through the powder, their squeals of delight echoing through the crisp mountain air. Now, exhausted but exhilarated, we sought refuge in the warmth of the hot tub, hoping to unwind after a long day of snowy adventures.

The condo itself was rustic but comfortable, boasting a generously sized hot tub overlooking the breathtaking panorama of the snow-dusted landscape. After a shared dinner of hearty chili, we all suited up, eager to soak our weary muscles in the soothing heat. The boys, predictably, were more interested in seeing who could hold their breath underwater for the longest, their competitive spirits fueled by endless games and playful taunts. Eventually, their stamina waned, and I helped them dry off and retreat to their rooms for bed.

As I returned to the hot tub, the scene before me was one of blissful relaxation. Lucy was leaning back against one of the jets, her arms outstretched, elbows resting on the edge of the tub. A glass of chilled Chardonnay sat beside her, and another rested on the opposite side, waiting for a companion. She wore a sleek, dark green one-piece swimsuit, the fabric clinging to her curves in a way that hinted at the secrets beneath. My gaze lingered on her breasts – perfectly formed, firm, and undeniably captivating. The way her arms curved around her torso accentuated their shape, lifting them slightly out of the water. The nipples, small but undeniably present, peeked through the fabric, drawing my attention like a siren’s call.

I lowered myself into the tub across from her, taking a slow sip of my wine. “To my sexy ski bunny,” I offered, a playful grin spreading across my face.

“To my studly ski patrol dude,” she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

The jets and steam swirled around us, creating a miniature blizzard within the confines of the tub. Tiny droplets of water condensed on Lucy’s sternum, clinging to her skin like a delicate veil. She took another sip of wine, closed her eyes, and arched her back, pushing her breasts even higher. Then, with a casual grace, she extended one leg, brushing my crotch with the ball of her foot. It was an innocent gesture, but the effect was immediate. My cock leaped at her touch, the heat building rapidly.

Lucy opened her eyes, a mischievous glint in their depths. “What’s so exciting?” she asked, her voice laced with playful anticipation.

I took hold of her ankle, gently lifting it from the water to offer her my attention. “I think you know,” I murmured, my voice a low rumble.

A sigh of pure pleasure escaped her lips as her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her nipples remained firm and sensitive, a testament to her arousal. Then, with a deliberate movement, she pulled her foot away, sitting up straight and leaning forward, her arms down in front of her, elbows nearly touching as she brought her breasts closer together. The neckline of her suit had opened slightly, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of one pink nipple.

I hopped onto the edge of the tub, sitting with my feet immersed in the warm water. My erection was straining against my swim trunks, a clear indication of the mounting tension within me.

“Got something for me?” Lucy whispered, her voice barely audible above the gentle hum of the jets.

Without hesitation, I shed my swimsuit, tossing it carelessly to the side. I wasn't blessed with an overly large endowment, but when sufficiently aroused, my size could certainly surprise. My balls tightened, a sure sign of the intensity building within me. This was one of those moments, a perfect storm of desire and anticipation.

I stood up and moved around the tub until I was behind Lucy, then knelt down, rubbing the back of her neck. She leaned her head to one side, and I massaged her shoulder, seeking to further ignite the fire within her. Then, reaching down, I gently pulled the straps of her suit off her shoulders and down her chest, revealing her milky white breasts.

Lucy’s breathing grew more labored, her body trembling slightly as she became increasingly aroused. She lifted her head, meeting my gaze with an expression of pure pleasure. I leaned in for a kiss, my lips tracing the curve of her jawline before plunging into a passionate embrace. My hands cupped both breasts, squeezing them firmly, drawing forth a moan from her lips. I kissed her deeply, rubbing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, then brushing them with the back of my hand.

Lucy reached behind her, her fingers tracing the outline of my cock, sucking on my fingers with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. She continued to caress my member, her touch both gentle and demanding.

After a few minutes of this intimate exchange, I motioned for Lucy to sit on the edge of the tub. She leaned back against me, and we rolled her suit down past her tummy, navigating the awkward shifting as she raised her hips and pulled her suit completely off, revealing her naked body.

I reached down to caress the inside of her thigh, and she spread her legs for me, a silent invitation to explore her delights. My fingers stroked her wet mound, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips. As I probed her opening, I noticed she wasn't well lubricated, the water having stripped away most of her natural oils. Without hesitation, I brought my hand up to her mouth, taking three of her fingers and sucking on them, running my tongue around their sensitive flesh.

“Suck on my fingers,” I told her, my voice a low murmur.

She leaned forward, her eyes locked on mine, and took three of my fingers in her mouth, sucking on them and running her tongue around their delicate skin. She looked up at me, her expression a mixture of pleasure and anticipation.

On a whim, I said, “Good girl.”

Lucy’s eyes widened in surprise, her breath catching in her throat. “What did you say?” she asked, her voice a breathless whisper.

I decided to double down on my declaration. “You’re my good girl,” I whispered, leaning closer, my lips brushing against her ear.

“In our twenty years of marriage, you’ve never said anything like that,” she replied, her voice tinged with disbelief.

“Maybe it’s time,” I said, pulling back slightly to meet her gaze.

I reached down and used my newly-moistened fingers to spread her pussy lips, rubbing her clit with my thumb while simultaneously pushing my middle finger into her warm folds. Lucy lifted her hips, arching her back slightly as she submitted to my touch. My hand moved beneath her, cupping her ass and widening the space between her legs. My thumb tickled her clit while my fingers danced around and inside her pussy, exploring every inch of her pleasure.

She turned her face toward me, her eyes wide with delight, and began to shudder and moan. The sounds of her arousal filled the air, a testament to the intense pleasure she was experiencing.

“Am I your good girl?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

“Always,” I said, my voice filled with conviction. “Even when you’re very bad…”

As she continued to writhe in ecstasy, her body convulsing with each wave of pleasure, I leaned down to kiss her, meeting her passionate embrace with equal fervor. The warmth of her skin, the scent of her body, the sound of her moans – it was all intoxicating, a symphony of desire that left me breathless and yearning for more.

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