It was 3:53pm which meant I had 6 minutes to get down to the bottom of Aspen Mountain and still have time to catch the last gondola up for a final run of the day. I always like to make the most of my ski days as living in Miami they were limited. Ski trips out west were only possible once, maybe twice each year. My two buddies that had been skiing with me, Ed and Jeff, had already retired to Ajax Tavern to sip on Coronas and eat some delectable truffle fries…I would meet them at 4:10pm. Dont get me wrong, they were excellent skiiers (I don’t travel with guys who can’t keep up or be ahead of me) they were just spent from a few of the challenging double black diamond mogul runs I had led them through. This was a true bluebird ski day-not a cloud in the sky and we were flying home the next day so I was making the most of my final ski day.
As I sipped my Corona at the base of Aspen (Ajax as I knew it before) with my buddies I thought about the incredible ski day and how much I was enjoying being in the mountains. Ski trips were a break from being in Miami at work. I liked to ski hard, relax and go out with my friends or do my own thing for a few days.
One of my favorite times during a ski trip day was après ski. That was when you get to relax, and drink with other skiers either still in their ski boots as they had to drive back to their homes or hotels in other parts of town or flirt and mingle with those who were freshly showered after their ski day and having some drinks before they headed to one of the many fine restaurants in Aspen. My preference was to have a quick jacuzzi while sipping some red wine, showering and then arriving at après ski which during this trip was always at 39 degrees. Little Nell used to be the hip spot but seemed to be quieter this trip.
I soothed my muscles in the jacuzzi, while reminiscing with my buddies on the days challenges and highlights and joking with a young stud, Henry, who happened to be with his family from Minnesota on a ski trip staying in our same condos. I had been tempted to make a real come on move to Henry in the jacuzzi but the timing wasn’t right and plus I was with Ed and Jeff in the jacuzzi too. Following the jacuzzi, I had a quick but welcome warm shower. A quick glance in the full length mirror in my room, assured me that the few days I had been skiing hard, even though I had to miss my schedule in Miami (which included running and yoga and some weights), had been good to me. My taught abs and long muscular legs, and firm bubble but were all still looking very sexy if I had to admit myself. I slipped my red toenails into my black lace thong underwear, pulled up my black Miss Me denims, put on a sexy studded cropped t-shirt (no bra needed) and put a few layers over all that to stay warm outside. Zipped up my knee-high 4″ heeled black leather boots and was ready to go. Ed decided to take a quick nap, so Jeff and I headed across the street to the bar at Sky Hotel aptly named 39 degrees.
While sipping on my second Stolle O and soda, in he walked. He must have been 6’3″ or so, dark but greying hair, mid 50s, with a muscular chest and rounded biceps which I could see through his light weight fitted blue sweater. Jeff was across the room chatting up a group of girls and I had been wandering around the bar slowly flirting and laughing with various groups of guys. I loved Aspen as the après ski and night life were always assured to be fun. So many guys choose Aspen as their ski destinations for the guys trips as it is known for the attractive female residents and visitors and night life. Many guys mistake me for being a local – an “Aspenite” as they call it…maybe I look like one of those…;)
I walked up to the very good-looking mature gentleman who had recently entered the bar with another couple it seemed. I am not shy. I pride myself on my ability to talk to anyone, anywhere, anytime, but obviously enjoy it most when I see a figure of prey and am on the attack. John introduced himself in a very sexy Australian accent. Another reason I love to visit Aspen is because it’s a ski destination for so many international skiers too. I wonder why so many Aussies travel nearly 30 hours to come ski Aspen. As I said it’s not that the mountain range and ski areas are much better than other resorts in Colorado, or Utah or Nevada – it has to be the ambience, the nightlife and the finer dining establishments. John was visiting from Sydney for a 2 week ski trip with his buddy who he had been coming to ski every year with. This trip his buddy brought his girlfriend along (as he was bored at night John said) and John was the odd one in the group. I joked with him telling him I was with two mates as well, but they were both ski and sex partners AND my bodyguards when needed. I don’t think he quite believed me. However, after getting to know each other a little more over another drink(a little light touching was involved) and determining we were both super horny and in need of a pre-dinner quickie, I suggested we go up to his room (he so happened to be staying in the Sky Hotel). John questioningly asked about Jeff who I had introduced him to a little earlier, and I reminded him what I had told him before. (I knew Jeff and Ed were fine with me having a little extra fun here and there as they knew I was having Dolly withdrawals and new experiences were what kept my engine running. I couldn’t quite tell John from Sydney that.)
After letting Jeff know I would be no longer than 25minutes, “Í promise” and would meet him back down here at 8pm when Ed should be showing up too, so we could make our dinner reservation at Pinions, I followed John out of the bar. I was already feeling wet between my legs at the thought at what was about to take place.
I suggested to John we take the stairs up to the second floor where his room was. When I was two steps above him we stopped – now I was eye-level with him- we parted our lips and our tongues made their way deep into each other’s mouths. At first with a curiosity but after a few seconds with a forceful, ever-so-passionate hunger. We couldn’t get enough. I reached down and felt his rock hard manhood beneath his jeans and had to restrain myself from unzipping him right then and there as the stairwell door opened and 4 guys made their way up the stairs.
We held each other’s hands firmly as we made our way into John’s room. The lighting was perfect- one dimly lit light was on so we could see each other’s bodies as we disrobed one another. With our lips and tongues playing games with one another but never disengaging John slipped his large hands under my cropped t-shirt to fondle my breasts and squeeze my nipples with just the right amount of pressure and at the same time licking his finger to make it wet and sliding one hand down my jeans to tease my excited clitoris. At the same time I was unbuckling his belt and jeans, and unzipping his pants to free his engorged swollen thick cock. I couldn’t wait any longer and stopped kissing John, bent over and took him in my mouth. At first gently swirling my tongue around his swollen head, then enveloping my mouth over his shaft and using my tongue in long up and down movements, trying my best to lick from his balls to his head. As I bent over, John pulled my jeans down over my butt, my thong too, so he could get a perfect view of my butt in the full length mirror next to the bed. With my pants down, I squatted under John and was able to lick his balls, finger his ass and continue with the blow job I do best. Looking up into John’s blue eyes I knew he was so close to blowing a load so even before he asked me to, I pulled off my boots, got rid of my jeans completely now and lay on my back on the king-size bed. What John did next was magic. He used a combination of his tongue, two fingers in my pussy and one finger in my ass to give me the most shuttering orgasm I had had all trip! Pulling his fingers out from my pussy dripping wet with my squirt, I could tell John knew he hit the bulls eye.
“Would you like a rest for a moment?”
“No way John. We only have about 15 more minutes, if that, I want you inside me now!”
John grabbed a condom from his side drawer (I was glad he came prepared though I always carried them too just in case) and entered me from above. His cock completely filled me up, I lifted my legs behind my head and with a few more vigorous strokes, “yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”….I came yet again, soaking his condom.
“If we are running out of time, say the word and I will cum for you honey.”
“Would you like to fuck my ass in doggie style and cum that way? It’s one of my favorite positions.”
“I do really enjoy that but hardly get the chance with the Sheilas in Australia- so YES!”
I rolled onto my knees and reached for the small lube bottle I carried in my bag, for moments just like these.
“Honey, hold off for a few minutes I want to lick that ass first.” This was my lucky night! As John tongue fucked me in my ass with his long Aussie tongue, I played with my clit and had yet another intense loud orgasm.
“I am ready for your cock now John. Fuck my ass with it now please!”
John maneuvered his swollen still rock hard cock into my ass, gently at first then once deep inside gave me a meaningful ass pounding. I was playing with my clit and was in heaven.
“I want you to cum now John, no holding back, my Australian stud.”
“Where do you want it doll?” I told him when he was ready to cum to roll me over, pull off the condom and cum all over my abs and give me some to taste. I love to see a man’s cum. It’s a real turn on for me. Swallowing is fun too but you lose some of the affect when you can’t see most of it.
“Here it cums honey….” John pulled out, I rolled over, condom came off and his cum sprayed all over my abs and a few drops in my mouth too, maybe a tad in my hair. I told John I would enjoy smelling his cum in my hair during my dinner and was not planning to shower. We both lay there spent and very satisfied. Time on my watch was 7:55pm. Just enough time to dress and get back down to Jeff to meet Ed for dinner. I told John I would go down ahead of him and his parting words were: “Doll, if there was a worldwide competition for the sexiest gal you would be the winner!”
I gave John a parting French kiss and passionate hug, and thanked him for the exciting apres-ski encounter and headed down to meet Jeff and Ed for dinner with a big smile on my face.
THE END
Purely fictional fantasy for your reading pleasure!