In the Mountains
I decided to take a break from everything for a while and clear my head. Even though I don’t like winter, I booked a week-long stay in the mountains with the idea of taking walks in the area and relaxing in the hotel pool. Nothing physically demanding—and above all, “no thinking.” No work, no socializing, no sex. That’s why my luggage contained only the bare essentials, mostly for leisure activities. At the last minute, I realized that for everything to go exactly as I’d planned, I’d have to leave my cell phone at home. “Yeah, but how am I supposed to do that? I have to stay in touch in case something happens,” flashed through my mind. In the end, I solved this dilemma by getting a new number for a few crowns, and that was that. Now nothing was stopping me from setting off on my trip in peace.
I arrived at the hotel in the afternoon, unpacked my things, took a shower, and went out for an early dinner, after which I started to feel tired from the trip. I had planned to look over a map of the area and find out more about what the hotel had to offer, but I told myself, “The morning is wiser than the evening,” and went to sleep. The first day of my stay went exactly as I’d hoped. I liked both the hotel and the surroundings. By the second day, my enthusiasm had faded slightly, and I began to realize that something was missing after all—and I couldn’t go on without it. I’d planned to visit the hotel pool that evening, but I got so horny before leaving that I was forced to reevaluate my priorities and decided to spend the evening alone with myself. It was already clear to me that I wouldn’t last the whole week without it and that I’d need to get my fingers wet at least once in a while. I skipped dinner, stayed in my room, and masturbated for the rest of the evening until I fell asleep.
I woke up this morning in a good mood and with a hard clit. “I guess I really gave it a workout last night,” I thought to myself contentedly, a smile on my face, trying to ignore it. I put on some leggings and a blouse, planning to go get breakfast, but as soon as I started walking around the room, I realized that wasn’t going to work. With every step, the hypersensitive, exposed tip of my clit rubbed against the waistband of my leggings, and I was horny as hell again. “No way! That wouldn’t work! I have to put on panties,” I told myself and started to change. Now I could go to breakfast “in peace.” That day, I’d planned to take a walk up the slope. But I no longer felt the same enthusiasm I’d had when I arrived. I wandered mindlessly back and forth, watching a group of young beginner skiers. After a while, I realized I wasn’t even that interested in the skiers themselves, but rather in their instructor. When my thoughts started drifting to what his dick might look like, I turned around and slowly made my way back to the hotel.
After three days of relative calm, I returned to my reality. I realized that I wasn’t as drawn to going for walks anymore and started coming up with the kind of nonsense I’m known for. “Well, this is pointless—my dream vacation is over,” I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone and texted my partner, telling him that I’d lost interest in being here alone and that I might come back early. He was grateful, but very surprised. While I was texting, I pulled my swimsuit out of my suitcase and went to the pool to relax. And instead of planning another relaxing hike through nature, I found myself wondering where to go to have some fun. Lost in this thought, I don’t even know how, I found myself back in my room. I ran a bath with coconut-scented bubble bath—which I’d brought along specifically for a relaxing soak—and let my body be pampered by the fizzing bubbles. I was thinking about what to do next—whether to go back or not—and all the while, I didn’t even realize I was caressing myself between my legs. It didn’t hit me until the moment my thoughts turned to the image of me having sex with that ski instructor on the slope. I was already so turned on that there was no stopping it. I closed my eyes, spread my legs over the edge of the tub, used both hands, and eagerly awaited my orgasm. My fingers slid into my hole underwater, the melting foam slowly trickled down my thighs, and in a moment I was done. Despite this unexpected, beautiful release and the tension in my body gradually subsiding, sinful thoughts continued to haunt me, and I became convinced that I needed more than just my fingers to satisfy my desires—and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let loose a little here.
On the morning of the fourth day, I was sitting on the bed with my phone in my hand, wondering what to write. My mood was all over the place, and I was still struggling to make up my mind. “I’ll go for a walk and see what happens,” I told myself, got dressed, and headed out of the hotel. I didn’t have any plans for the day, so I walked pensively, letting my feet take me wherever they would. I don’t know how, but I found myself on the slope where “my” instructor was teaching. At that moment, my mind snapped out of its daze in surprise. “This can’t be a coincidence,” I thought to myself, gazing longingly at my object of desire, haunted by the image I’d imagined the day before. Blinded by an uncontrollable desire to have sex, I didn’t even notice that he was looking in my direction. Shuffling restlessly on the spot, I wondered whether I should speak to him. But in the end, I couldn’t muster enough courage, so I turned around and headed back to the hotel. I’d already made up my mind, and that afternoon I sent a message saying I’d changed my mind and was staying until the end. “I don’t even know if he noticed me,” I mused as I slowly got ready for dinner, planning to head straight to the hotel bar afterward and hope to run into him there. In the meantime, I received a reply to my message saying that was fine, and that I should take it easy and relax. “Don’t worry, I’ll try,” I replied with a laughing emoji, though I already had a slightly different idea of what “relaxing” would entail.
The bar was pretty crowded—mostly single guys without dates, whose stares were hard to avoid, and a couple of hookers at the bar who apparently saw me as unwelcome competition. But no matter how hard I looked around, I couldn’t see my instructor. “Maybe he’s not the type to hang out in bars in the evenings,” I thought to myself, sat down at a free table, and ordered a drink to relax. While I waited and kept an eye out, I received some nice offers from other guys to join them and have a pleasant evening. I turned down all the offers because I had a hunch that the instructor would show up, but if he didn’t, I’d definitely have plenty of entertainment. Just as I was running out of excuses for why I wanted to be alone, my expectations were fulfilled and the instructor showed up. He headed straight for the bar, where he also took a seat. I discreetly glanced at him, checking to see if he happened to look in my direction. It seemed he wasn’t interested in his surroundings and was deep in thought. I decided to give things a little nudge and headed to the restroom, walking past the bar to draw attention to myself. There, I fixed my hair a bit, touched up my makeup, and pinched my nipples so they’d give my blouse a nice shape, then made my way back into his line of sight. Nothing—he just sat there, staring thoughtfully into space. I’d had enough of it, so I headed straight over to him. He can think I’m some local hotel hooker for all I care, but I’m not just going to sit here doing nothing. “What’s the worst that could happen—he’ll just turn me down, and there are plenty of guys here looking for a good time,” I thought. “Good evening. Would you like some company?” I asked insistently. “Sure. Why not. I’d be happy to,” he replied and invited me to sit down next to him. “You’re the lady I had the pleasure of meeting on the slopes, aren’t you?” he continued. “I suppose so,” I replied with a smile, glad that he hadn’t turned me down, and suggested we drop the formal “you” to make our conversation sound less stiff. “I’m all for it, but we’ll need a toast,” he replied and ordered a bottle of sparkling wine.
After we introduced ourselves, chatted about the usual boring stuff, and the last of the bubbles had faded—which is when my nerves finally subsided and I was able to relax—it was time to take things a step further. I turned to face him more directly, made myself comfortable, and slightly revealed my desire-filled crotch, anticipating his reaction—which didn’t take long. His eyes lit up, he placed his hand on my knee, and asked if we should have something a little stronger to drink. I nodded and left the choice up to him, since I could already picture myself beneath him. But I didn’t want to rush things unnecessarily and wanted to wait until we were both on the same wavelength. Shot after shot, his hand boldly crept closer and closer to my lap, which was already eagerly awaiting the moment of contact. When his fingers were so close that he must have felt the heat of my horny pussy, I shifted slightly forward, hastening the long-awaited touch. At that moment, he leaned toward me and asked, “Would you like to continue in my room?” “Definitely!” I whispered, placing my hand on his crotch so I wouldn’t be the only one “suffering.” He smiled and added that he had something to drink in his room, so we could continue getting to know each other better. “That sounds great. We could do that,” I replied, and we headed to his room together. Even in the elevator, it was clear that our next round of getting closer would be something else entirely, because he kept grabbing my ass the whole time. As soon as we got to the room, he started preparing the promised refreshments, while I went to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. I stood with my legs apart in front of the mirror and could feel my love juices already flowing between my labia—we could have gotten right down to business.
When I returned to the room, it was immediately clear that we were on the same page. He was sitting half-naked on the bed, holding two filled glasses in his hands. “Here’s to meeting each other and to tonight,” he said, handing me one of the glasses. “I’d love to,” I replied, and we clinked glasses. I didn’t wait any longer; I set the glass down, knelt in front of him, and pulled his cock out of his pants straight into my hungry mouth. While I was sucking him off and his glans massaged the insides of my cheeks, I ran my hand over my own lust-crazed pussy. Occasionally, I wiped my juice-sticky fingers on his body so he could savor my arousal too. He obviously liked it a lot, because he always thrust beautifully, and I, too, felt the need to have my pussy licked thoroughly. “I hope he likes getting licked,” I thought to myself, letting him slowly slip out of my mouth and lying down on the bed with my thighs spread wide open to let his tongue inside me, all while passionately massaging my swollen nipples. With my eyes closed in anticipation, I was eagerly waiting for his head to settle between my thighs when a text message came in. I flinched and looked around in confusion, trying to remember where I’d left my purse. I usually leave it in the bathroom, where I also get changed, but this time I’d left it by the bed. “Sorry. I have to see what it’s about,” I apologized, picked up my phone, and read: “Hi, baby, I’m longing for your pussy! Would you like to do it with me over the phone? If so, give me a call ;-)” Well, that was an unexpected shock. “What’s wrong? Did something happen?” my instructor asked when he saw the puzzled look on my face. “No, no. Everything’s absolutely fine,” I replied. “Come on, keep going,” I urged my instructor, and got into position. I lay there spread-eagled with my phone in my hand, wondering what to say, while he skillfully played with my clit. “So you want to come with me over the phone,” I kept repeating to myself, “all right, why not? Enjoy it live,” I smiled to myself, dialed the number, muted the receiver, placed the phone on the nightstand next to me, and went back to massaging my nipples. My instructor, thinking everything was settled, didn’t hesitate any longer and buried his head between my thighs. The timing was perfect, because the moment his tongue touched my wet lips, a thunderous orgasm hit me. It was so perversely kinky that I came several times in a row. “Well, I hope you’re enjoying this just as much as I am, you pig,” I mused to myself, intensifying the intensity of my pleasure. While lewd thoughts raced through my head, my instructor swapped his tongue for his cock and fucked me beautifully. I gave myself over to him completely, letting him do whatever he wanted with me, whatever he liked. He slid it into me slowly and deeply in various positions; sometimes it slipped into my other hole, and I tried to make sure we all got the most out of it and enjoyed ourselves. It was an interesting threesome for two. I realized that the idea of him jerking off somewhere out there, with no idea that I was shamelessly fucking right here, turned me on terribly. Lost in these wild thoughts, which were interrupted every so often by a beautiful orgasm, I didn’t even notice that my instructor had already come. He collapsed next to me and rested, while I played with his cum with my fingers and spread it across my stomach. “Did you like that?” I asked him and kissed him. “It was amazing,” he replied, returning my kiss. “I haven’t been with a woman in about half a year,” he added. “Well, you can tell down there. Now you should lick it up,” I replied with a smile, when it suddenly dawned on me that my phone was still on. “Oh no,” I blurted out and rushed over to him. The call had already been disconnected. I asked my instructor if there would be another round, but he replied that he had to get up early in the morning and needed to rest, since he was heading out to the slopes with his students. I was actually glad to hear that, so I packed up, got dressed, and went to my room.
I kept glancing at my phone, expecting some kind of response from my partner. “Maybe he jerked off and fell asleep,” I thought to myself, and decided to go to sleep too, so I went to take a shower. When I came back from the bathroom, there was a message on my phone. From the message, it was immediately clear to me that he’d figured out I wasn’t alone—he’d listened until the very end of my antics and even heard the final conversation—but he didn’t ask any questions. I chose to preempt any questions and replied that I’d already been so fucking horny I couldn’t resist the chance to let off some steam. And just when I was all worked up and ready to go for it, your message with that arousing suggestion came in, but by then there was no way out, and so you wouldn’t have to wait, I recklessly chose this kinky solution. The result of our explanation—a mutual exchange of feelings and experiences—was a twenty-minute phone call during which we came just for ourselves.
On the fifth day, I spent the whole morning in bed, resting and thinking about what to do. I still had one day off left, but I didn’t feel like going out anymore. Finally, I packed my swimsuit and headed to the fitness center. I peeked into the pool area, which was almost empty, and went to the locker room, where I spotted my instructor in the men’s section. I looked around to make sure I wouldn’t cause a commotion, and when I saw that he was alone, I went over to say hello. He stared at me in surprise, wondering where I’d come from. “Hello, you two. How are you?” I asked. “You two?” he replied in astonishment, looking around. “Well, you and you,” I clarified with a provocative look, running my hand over his cock through the towel wrapped around his waist. “Oh, I see,” he began to laugh, “It’s going well. I was falling asleep beautifully, and now I’ve been stretching out a bit,” he added. “And you? Good?” “I’m thinking about stretching too,” I replied with an inviting gesture, staring at the bulge in his towel, which was growing noticeably larger after my touch. “What? Wouldn’t you like to stretch me out now?” I asked boldly, and without waiting for an answer, I turned my back to him to change into my swimsuit. I took off my leggings, and while I was bent over pulling my swimsuit out of the plastic bag, I left my ass shamelessly exposed to his gaze. It felt really good, and the thought that someone might walk in made it even more intense. But I already had an escape plan ready just in case, so I wasn’t worried. I rummaged through my bag for a moment, waiting to see how long he’d resist this provocation, but it happened pretty quickly—I didn’t even have time to grab the bench. He grabbed my hips with both hands and guided his hard cock into my pussy, which was already eager to take him all in. He pounded me like a slut and started fucking me hard until my knees buckled. I had to stifle my cries of passion quite a bit, because the sound echoed outrageously through the room. I tried to stand up and brace myself with my hands against the locker so he’d hit my most sensitive spot, but he didn’t give me the chance. I had no choice but to hold on tight to the bench and let him pound me shamelessly. “So now just hold on tight, you bitch,” I urged myself silently, “you brought this on yourself.” He ended this vigorous ten-minute session with a powerful spurt onto my butt, which was trembling with pleasure. He slapped my ass and, saying, “See you tonight at the bar. I’ll be looking forward to it,” disappeared from the locker room.
I stood motionless for a moment, trying to compose myself, before it dawned on me that I was in the men’s section and I’d better get out of there. I gathered my things from the bench and picked up some that had fallen on the floor, glanced around discreetly, and tried to make my way slowly back to my locker room. I couldn’t walk or even sit down properly because my ass was so fucked up, so there was no point in crawling over to the pool and trying to do anything. “It would probably be wisest to head back to my room and take a cold shower,” I told myself, wiping my splattered ass with the swimsuit I was still holding in my hand and slowly starting to get dressed. The walk back to my room took longer than usual. I went straight to take a bath, and while in the tub, I wondered whether I should still go to the bar that evening or just give up on everything, pack slowly for tomorrow’s departure instead, and get a good night’s sleep. “No, no, no! Enough with the adventures,” I decided. After dinner, I went straight back to my room, my thoughts already turning toward home. The result of this week-long vacation was that I came back more tired than when I left. But it was great!
