The memories that we can’t and won’t tell anyone about are often the most interesting. The ones that plague our memories with erotic visuals and spine-tingling satisfaction, the ones the people in your life now can never know about.
One memory that continuously comes into my mind, is the memory of her.
It was wintertime, I was in college and a group of us were heading into the mountains for the ski season, some were instructors there too and others were just rich kids looking for some fun and looking to blow off some steam.
It was our first day in our ski lodge, we were all high on life when there was a knock on the door. A group of instructors and reps walked in, ready to take us on our first adventure of the vacation and that’s when I saw her. She was wearing her ski outfit, her hair in a loose ponytail, her goggles on her head, and her eyes looking around the room, taking in this year’s group of rich troublemakers.
They told us to line up and so I stood with her and she didn’t even acknowledge me. She smelt sweet, her hair freshly washed as the smell of fruity shampoo permeated my nostrils. Once the briefing was done, she turned to me smiling: “Guess it’s just me and you!”, she said enthusiastically and headed out of the door. We all had our own instructors, the ones who couldn’t ski that is and we headed up onto the mountains.
The day was long and I wasn’t catching on, skiing was hard but she was patient. Every time I fell or got frustrated she was there and finally she asked if I wanted to go for a drink instead, she thought I had gone through enough that day.
We sat and talked for hours, she was Swedish originally and came over here for the busy ski season. She was older than me and far more knowledgeable and I liked it. She was so alluring, pretty too and I was quietly desperate to know what was underneath her baggy ski suit.
Our friends returned and we all went out drinking, the night making everyone looser and more reckless and as we walked to the next bar I grabbed her and pushed her up against a snowy wall and she gasped. She looked me in the eyes and I asked if I could kiss her and without a flicker of doubt she nodded and I did, kissing her passionately, my hands suddenly roaming under her jacket, searching for her breasts, they were small, she wasn’t wearing a bra and she moaned softly as I squeezed on them. She pushed her leg up against me, rubbing her thigh over my now very hard crotch and she bit my lip and began pulling me in the opposite direction of the bar and hurriedly racing back to the lodge I was staying at.
Inside it was warm, the fire was lit and nobody was home. We hurried into my room and quickly got undressed and her figure was sensational. Soft and slim, her breasts small yet perky and her pussy shaved and pink as she spread her legs for me, getting onto my bed and she urged for me to enter her, except I didn’t, I went down on her instead, making her moan and grip onto my hair as I brought her to orgasm, she tasted so good and as I slipped my cock inside of her, I gasped, she was so tight and wet and her moans were so loud but I didn’t care if anyone heard. We made love. Passionately, her body all mine, our skin intertwined, all night long we fucked, the snow heavy outside, our bodies on fire with desire for one another. We did everything that night and she creeped out early the next morning, afraid of getting caught.
I haven’t told anyone what happened that year we went skiing it’s just one of those silent memories that I will treasure forever.