Do you write sex stories or sex-related texts? Register here to post. Posted Fri 15th of March Report. Introduction: Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin.
This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. If you are looking for heavy duty stuff, try one of my other story series.
All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is included with the article. This story is copyright c by The Technician Technician Gmail. Production of multiple copies of this story on paper, disk, or other fixed format is expressly forbidden. Breakfast is on the table. Julie was wearing cotton pajamas, and Joan had on a long flannel nightshirt.
Judy, however, was wearing a black, almost see through nightie with nothing underneath it. Her nipples puckered slightly as she walked through the cool air next to the patio doors that led to the deck. Her pubic area was completely bare, but Joan, Julie and Sara already knew that from several sessions together in the hot tub. Sara even knew that Judy must have had her bush lasered away because there was no stubble detectable to her tongue, and even the best wax job remains truly that smooth for only a day or two.
Joan, who was sharing the bedroom with Judy answered, "She says she forgot to pack something to sleep in. That is her 'emergency nightie' that just happened to be in one of the side pockets of her suitcase. It was a red square with a white cross in the middle of it and the words 'Snow Rescue' above and below the cross in big white letters.
Across the bottom of the square in slightly smaller letters were three phone numbers which were labeled, Office, Lift Area, and Emergency. Julie responded, "Now that I think of it, those two guys last night looked pretty good. I wouldn't mind calling Snow Rescue for them to come help me with my hornies. Sara is nice, but I really need a man, and I was hoping there might be some action up here.
When the conversation lulled into an extended period of quiet, Julie looked over at Judy's stiff nipples and commented, "I didn't realize so much cold air drifted over here from the patio doors. Maybe we should close the blinds. And my underwear is not really comfortable to sleep in. I'm the least dressed one here I know. Let's change the subject.
We did come up here to ski, after all, and we have a chance to ski all day on the slopes by ourselves today. Once they get the highway back open, this place will be packed. As they were getting their coats and parkas out of the closet, Sara stopped, walked over to the end table by the couch and picked up something. It was her "J J J" collar. This makes me feel close and protected. You guys have a lot more experience than I do. I am pretty much a Snow Bunny, and we will be going down the main hills.
I'm relying on you to protect me. And don't worry. The slope behind us is actually an intermediate slope, so you should be OK. The black diamond slope for the really serious skiers is on the other side of the mountain. It won't show under my ski mask anyway. Joan gave some final instructions. There isn't really anywhere else you can go, so that will be easy. That is the easy turn, and there is a big blue sign that says 'Parallel Slope. The sign is smaller, brown, and just has an image of a cabin and an arrow.
I'll remind you of all this again when we come back to the cabin for lunch. The powder was fresh and there was absolutely no crud on the slopes. When they rode the chairs to the top they could see no one else on the slope beneath them. In fact, they could clearly see the trail of their skis from the previous run Joan took that as an opportunity to instruct Sara on her skiing.
You are carving exactly right there. But over there where everything is all mixed up you were skidding or slipping pretty badly and you shouldn't have been at such low speed on such good snow. It's all in how you bend your legs and where you put your body weight. I'll show you before we start down for out next run. They don't even have attendants at the ski lifts. She smiled broadly at all three of them and said, "I want to ski back to the cabin naked. Joan, looking like she was thinking seriously about something, advised, "Keep the ski mask on.
There might be security or safety cameras on the slopes or someone might come by with a cell phone. You don't want to be a viral video on YouTube Julie, you lead. Sara and I will bring up the back. Remember it's a big blue sign to the parallel slope, and a little brown sign to the cabin. Got it? In reply, Sara slipped off her ski pants and long underwear and handed them to Judy to put in her back pack.
After she was naked except for her mask, she put her boots back on and yelled excitedly, "Let's go! The combination of warm noontime sun and cold air was exhilarating for all four girls, but especially for Sara who could feel both the sun and the cold wind on her bare skin. Her nipples were tightening and extending and she could feel an especial chill between her legs as the moisture which was forming on the lips of her sex evaporated in the cold, dry air that swept past them.
Julie began carving to the right and Judy followed her. Sara could see the big "Parallel Slope" sign and kept her skis in the tracks the other two girls had made. The turn for the second sign, however, wasn't so smooth. Julie didn't see the cabin trail sign far enough in advance and had to turn sharply to make the turn.
Judy, who was following Julie, was caught even more off guard and began skidding badly as her skis broke loose in the tight turn. Sara didn't have a chance. Once her skis broke loose, she didn't have the experience to recover and didn't know enough to 'drop to stop,' so she ended up straightening back out, and then, totally out of control, she went french frying straight down the slope, rapidly gaining speed.
Joan, running behind her, retained control, but chose to follow Sara down the slope, calling out to her to cut and zig to slow herself down. Sara regained control, and several very long minutes later, they were at the bottom of the slope just above the entrance to the chair lift. Probably nobody watching them today, but you never know Or, we might run into somebody up at the lodge.
In any case, as soon as we get off the lift, head back down the slope. Then she said softly, "I'm scared. As soon as their feet left the ground she felt the cold of the seat coming through her ski pants and wished that she had taken off her jacket and let Sara use it to sit on. Sara started to shiver. With one hand she stroked Sara's breasts as her other hand slid between Sara's legs. Sara moaned softy and seemed to relax, but her flesh felt like ice beneath Joan's hands. Finally they got to the top and Joan pulled Sara from the chair.
Sara seemed slightly dazed as they moved over toward the slope. Joan had seen something like this before. Sara was in the very early stages of hypothermia. The cold metal of the chair had sucked too much warmth out of Sara's body and her body temperature was getting critically low. They started down the slope with Sara only slightly ahead of Joan. Sara responded by weakly nodding her head, and they turned onto the parallel slope.
Joan was worried. Sara was now wobbling slightly on her skis. Joan couldn't risk leaving her side, but at the same time couldn't risk not being ahead of her so Sara could follow her at the turn. Sara would never see the sign. She had to get ahead of her.