Hadn’t we done everything you could do sexually? We thought so. We’d been dating for nearly a year. We figured our thrilling new “first times” were all behind us. But the magical weekend we spent discovering the glories of sex in the snow broke new ground for us. Perhaps it was the majesty of the winter mountains, but after our ski weekend, our sex reached a new and almost mystical level.
Jim and I both live and work downtown, so all our time together is spent at restaurants, cocktail parties, the theater, the occasional black tie function. We spend a lot of time in bed too, either in his condominium in the financial district, or at my apartment.
One night over dinner, Jim mentioned that he used to ski when he was in college. I told him how I loved skiing too, although I hadn’t been in the mountains in years. We made plans to spend New Year’s together skiing, exploring nature and ourselves.
After a particularly chaotic Christmas week, it was really refreshing to pack up and drive north. We made it in three hours and arrived after dark. We checked into a charming Swiss style lodge complete with hot tub nestled right at the foot of the mountain. After unpacking our bags, we decided we should accustom ourselves to the altitude by taking a walk in the cold, clear night. We pulled on our parkas and gloves and went out onto the wide porch surrounding the lodge, down the steps and out into the snow.
Drifts were piled high everywhere and walking was difficult. With each step we sank nearly a foot into the soft powder. The night was silent, and as we made our way slowly to the base of the mountain, the shape of the main lift emerged from the darkness and shadows. Behind us were the glittering lights and carved balconies of the lodge. The moon was bright and cast blue shadows across the snow. We looked up and saw Orion, the Pleiades and the entire Milky Way splashed across the inky blackness.
The pure beauty of the night made me so happy that I started to run and leap through the deep piles of snow, finally throwing myself back first into a soft, deep drift.
Jim shouted, “You nut! What are you doing?”
I yelled back, “Come on in it feels great!”
He ran over and jumped into the drift with me. We rolled around in the snow, shoving and wrestling with each other like five year olds. Jim pulled himself on top of me and kissed me hard, his tongue pushing insistently into my mouth.
I got up, grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of the snow. “Remember snow angels?” I asked carefully.
This time I carefully lay down on my back on the snow, and with sweeping motions opened and closed my arms and legs. Then I jumped up out of the snow, and left a perfectly shaped angel with white wings and a long white gown carved in the snow.
Jim laughed and kissed me again, this time not stopping when I tried to resist him as he leaned us back into the snowdrift.
“Hon,” he whispered in my ear, “we could have as much fun out here tonight as we could skiing tomorrow. No one’s around…what do you say?”
He yanked off one of his gloves and pulled down the zipper of my parka. Reaching for my breasts through the opening of my shirt, he ran his warm fingers lightly over my erect nipples.
I always adored the way Jim made love to me, but lying in the soft snow with the stars as our canopy made it even more exciting. His hands were cool against my skin as he caressed my breasts under my shirt and parka, but his breath was hot as he brushed his lips across my mouth and down my neck. As he unfastened my shirt, I arched back into the snow, exposing my breasts to the cold night. With his tongue he drew lazy circles on my throat, slowly making his way down past my nipples to my stomach. I shivered and pulled his head close to my chest for warmth, running my fingers through his thick, curly hair.
As Jim sucked and licked my breasts, I closed my eyes. I started to fantasize, as I often do when Jim and I make love, and I visualized a blizzard, a swirling white blindness before my eyes. I began to imagine what it would be like to be skiing on the mountain in wind so forceful it would nearly push me back up the hill, gusts of snow swirling and leaping off the ridges, the trail visible for only a few feet. I saw myself standing on the top of the mountain, ready to push off into the whiteness, when Jim’s hand slid down inside the pants of my snowsuit and his fingers began to explore my very wet and waiting cunt.
“Babe, you’re really hot!” he said. “Maybe you need to be cooled down a little.”
Pushing my legs apart, Jim began gently fingering my cunt. His skillful fingers were warm, and the contrast between the cold winter air and his hot hands created an outrageous sensation as he brushed his hand across my furry vulva.
His hand caressed the insides of my thighs as he pressed his fingers into my vagina, and I let my fantasy continue. I pushed off the ridge of the mountain and cut a wide traverse across the steep bowl. As I edged into my turn, my legs pressed down into the mountain, and I picked up speed. I imagined the wind furiously blowing around me as Jim pushed two fingers into me and aroused my clitoris with his adroit thumb. Now I was flying straight down the mountain, with the white powder spraying out behind me and only the vaguest outline of the slope ahead of me. My movements were fluid and rhythmic, but I was nearly out of control, I was going so fast. Just when I was as fast as I could in my fantasy, I felt a burst of icy fire inside, and shook and quivered as the most intense orgasm exploded inside me.
“Hon, how’d that happen?” came Jim’s voice from below.
As I told him about my fantasy, he laughed, saying we wouldn’t need to ski at all the next day we could just fantasize about it and fuck.
“But,” he said, “before you indulge in any more dream time, I wouldn’t mind some attention!”
I pushed Jim back into the snow and straddled his thighs, my knees cushioned in the soft snow. The metal zipper was cold and the fabric of his jeans was stiff as I slowly unzipped his pants. I pulled his long, hard cock out, bent over and took him in my mouth. Slowly teasing him with my tongue, I licked around the swollen tip, up and down the sides, down under his balls. Jim seemed more turned on than ever, pushing his cock deeper and deeper into my mouth and throat. I grabbed his balls with both hands, alternately squeezing them gently and running my fingers through the soft, wiry hair at the base of his cock. He arched his back, finally shooting a stream of come in my mouth.
We were out of breath from the exertion in the altitude, so we lay quietly under the stars for a while. Then we pulled each other up, shaking off the snow and wetness. Laughing, we clambered arm in arm back to our room.
The next day dawned clear and bright. Because it was our first day skiing, we were on the slopes for only a few hours. We had a leisurely lunch outdoors on the lodge balcony, warming ourselves in the sun, and then took a private lesson in the afternoon. But when we came back to the lodge at dusk, we still felt tired and sore. We changed out of our wet, snow caked ski jackets and pants, grabbed some towels and headed directly for the private jacuzzi.
The turquoise gleam of the jacuzzi’s underwater lights reflected off the surrounding black tile as billows of steam rose from the bubbling water and filled the room. We undressed quickly, laying our clothes and towels on a dry bench a few feet from the tub.
We lowered ourselves into the steaming water, feeling the heat slowly make its way up our bodies, until we were submerged up to our necks.
I turned and looked at Jim. His face was flushed and glowing from the sun and the wind on the mountain that afternoon. His hair curled in damp ringlets about his face and his brown eyes sparkled. He grinned at me with that irresistible smile of his, and I could read his mind. I floated over to him and, pulling him close to me, wrapped my arms around his shoulders and my legs around his hips. He grabbed me from behind and underneath to support me and pulled me partially up out of the water. I felt very safe and protected in Jim’s strong arms in the bubbling heat of the jacuzzi.
Jim began to stroke me, moving his broad hand from the nape of my neck, down my back, around my bottom and into the soft folds of my cunt. I could feel a throbbing ache throughout my thighs, crotch and stomach, and pressed myself against him tightly as he continued exploring my deepest parts in the churning water. He kept his thumb on my clitoris as he inserted one finger, then two, inside me. Then he slowly pushed, pulled and rotated his fingers, all the while keeping the pressure on my clitoris. Our eyes were glued to each other, and as the steam enveloped us in its soft cocoon, waves of desire welled up inside me.
I reached down and grabbed his erect cock, which was pressed firmly against my stomach. He moaned softly as I took hold and slid my hand up and down his thick, firm penis. Closing his eyes, Jim seemed lost in passion as I ran my fingers under his balls, up and down the shaft and around the tip of his cock. As the water bubbled and hissed and my hand stroked his cock, I could sense Jim’s urgency, his need for release.
Without further ado, I moved to the edge of the jacuzzi and bent over the side, offering my lover the smooth, inviting curves of my rump, raising my ass so slightly out of the water, enticing him just so.
“You’re so gorgeous,” he said as he sidle up behind me and pressed his throbbing erection against my soft bottom.
I was so turned on I began to drift off into heaven, what with the warmth of the bubbling water against my pussy and Jim’s hot cock kneading my ass.
“Oh, Jim,” I sighed as his masculine hands cupped the undersides of my full breasts and gently teased my already swollen nipples. “Fuck me,” I pleaded.
Without missing a beat, he parted my thighs from behind and slowly, smoothly slid his thick meat into my slippery pink crevice, then began thrusting and bucking as if he owned me.
His strokes were graceful, fast and deep and shudders of pleasure shot through me like bolts of lightning. Grabbing tightly onto the sides of the large bath, our bodies slick with sweat, we were impassioned lovers who could stop for nothing.
I thought briefly of the night before, of the snow and the sensation of the frigid winter wind against my naked flesh. That contrasted with having sex in the warmth of a bubbling jacuzzi somehow made our sexual union all the more adventurous.
Soon Jim was uttering primitive moans of lust and he sprayed my loins with his hot juice, filling me with all his passion and love.
I pulled myself away from Jim and we quickly got out of the hot water, then dressed and went back to our room. Later that night, snuggled in our warm bed, we agreed that that was one of the best sexual experiences we’d ever had, and wondered how we could ever top it. We slept soundly.
The next morning we got up at six thirty, determined to have a full day’s skiing. We were at the base of the mountain by nine o’clock sharp, and we were first in the lift line. We settled snugly into the chair, legs and skis dangling out over the white carpeted mountain. The chair vibrated and the cables hummed as we rose higher and higher. A distant lake slowly appeared in between far off white peaks. The sun emerged from behind a soft haze and glinted off the ridges.
Once at the top, Jim and I set out along a trail that ran along the uppermost ridge of the mountain and that connected to the expert slopes on the back. I squinted behind my sunglasses. Here, 10,000 feet up, the sun was hot and brilliant and reflected off the glistening whiteness. The sky was aquamarine and big puffy white clouds crowned the mountains on the horizon. Towering pine trees lined the edges of the trail, looking like they had been coated with marshmallow cream. The stillness was interrupted only by the muffled sound of our skis gliding through the soft powder. We took in big breaths of the thin, crisp air as we worked our way along the top of the ridge.
Soon we were at the top of a large bowl that poured down the entire back of the mountain. No one had skied this slope that morning, so the snow covering it was unbroken by tracks. Halfway down the run and off to the side was a small glade of pine trees. We agreed to ski down to that point.
Jim let out a loud whoop as we pushed off from the top. We sliced our way through the fluffy snow, sprays of powdered sugar jetting out from behind us. The mountain felt firm yet soft beneath our skis, as if it were protecting us. All around us the snow sparkled, reflecting the burning yellow sun. It was so warm that we took off our jackets and tied them about our waists as we made our way down the run.
We were both out of breath and sweating when we reached the glade. There we stopped, took off our skis and leaned side by side against a giant pine to rest. The sun was hot, and we turned our faces to it.
I was feeling so relaxed and sensual in the quiet beauty of the snowy glade that I reached down inside my powder pants to my crotch. I started massaging my clitoris, gently rubbing my fingers across its sensitive tip. With Jim watching me intently, I closed my eyes, and soon I felt a warm ache deep inside my vagina and rubbed the slippery fluid around my clit and through the soft folds. I pressed myself back into the solid pine tree.
I stopped for a moment and then felt Jim’s cool hands on my sun warmed skin. I started to laugh as he began to lower my powder pants and long underwear, exposing my thick bush and curvaceous bottom to nature’s view.
His cock was bulging beneath his powder pans, and I helped him lower them to his knees. Jim braced himself against the tree with one hand and bent over to kiss me, his tongue tracing a line along the top of my teeth and around the inside of my mouth. He gently kneaded my nipples between his fingers.
Taking hold of Jim’s thick, erect penis, I kneeled down in the snow and, with Jim back against the tree, took him in the warmth of my mouth, sucking his shaft back into my throat. With each thrust forward, a burst of breath would hit the frigid air, and puffs of smoke blew from my mouth. Making sure that Jim didn’t get too cold, I pulled him closer to me and began massaging his asscheeks with my wool mittens, rubbing his hairy bottom and pulling him closer to me.
His hot cock felt so wonderful, ethereal, in the confines of my mouth, and I smothered his sex flesh with the wet heat of my saliva as I flicked my tongue across the tip of his dick and swallowed a dollop of his pre come ooze.
The sun beat down upon us, two lovers in harmony with nature. It was so thrilling knowing that any skier could come by and witness our lascivious display.
The delicious danger of it all added to my pleasure and I began sucking in earnest, my lips sliding rapidly up and down his rigid cock. I couldn’t wait to taste his creamy ejaculate.
Soon Jim was on the verge of coming and, as I cupped his heavy balls with my mitten and tenderly grazed his cock with my teeth, he shot a hefty load of semen into my throat and I gulped it down zestfully.
After his orgasm subsided, I turned my back to Jim, and, while I looked away and grabbed onto the tree, Jim lowered my ski pants just enough to expose my bottom, parted my asscheeks and inserted his hot tongue tightly in my eager cunt.
As he licked and fingered my sex, my body quivered, not so much from the cold air as from the sensational sexual skills of my lover. His tongue danced across my labia with ease and skill, sending pangs of lust through my belly, heating my loins and warming my heart. I came quickly, yelling out with joy, my voice carried off into the valley by the whipping winter winds.
When our hearts finally stopped pounding, we brushed the snow off our ski clothes, pulled them on and put our skis back on. We still felt high as we poled our way out of the glade back onto the slope and skied down the base.
Jim and I returned home that Sunday night to the city, our jobs and our downtown way of life. But our relationship had been transformed by our discovery of the pleasures and power of sex in the snowy mountains. And although we could never duplicate that environment at home, all we needed was the memory of that magical weekend to turn us on!