| Straight: Threesomes: Ali's Winter Delight (4/11) |
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one that belonged to an experienced man instead of one of her innocent young boys. She decided to call the Pearsons’ room. "Hello?" "Hi, Lindz?" "Yes, hello Ali." "Are you two still up?" "Yeah, we're in the hot tub. Do you want to come over?" "I'll change and be right over". Ali didn't have a swimsuit with her but knew it wouldn't be necessary anyway. She put on the old red nightshirt of Harry's that she liked. It had the logo of the Head ski tip on the pocket but instead of "Head" it had the word "Bed" in the logo type style. It went almost to her knees. She grabbed her room key and walked down the hall in her bare feet. Lindsey answered the door wearing a shiny blue Lycra one-piece swimsuit that she obviously had just put on. It was only wet in spots. "Come on, hop in", Lindsey said as she quickly went out a back door of their room to an enclosure where the hot tub was recessed into the deck. The small room was a foggy and warm. “I’m chilled from being wet in the other room”, Lindsey said as she slid easily back in the churning water. Ali closed the door to the bedroom and immediately felt envious. Lindsey had the lean, hard body she wished for. About 5'8" tall, she was a good three inches taller than Ali. She was much smaller breasted than Ali, but had broad shoulders, flat tummy, and long muscular legs. Ali felt tart and sexy, though, as she walked with her tits swaying under the light cotton nightshirt. While Lindsey was settling back down into the bubbling cauldron, Ali knew exactly what Paul was looking at. Ali was not exactly experienced with married men, but she had heard and read enough to know they were often attracted to whatever feminine attributes their wives didn't possess. In this case it was tits. Besides, she had never met a man, or boy, who didn't like her tits. "That's a great night shirt, Ali," Paul said, laughing. "Look at that Lindz. Where did you get that? Does Head make them?" "No, I don't know, well it was Harry's. I think it's really old." "Well I think it's great," Harry said. "It sure is, I remember seeing those in shops a few years ago,” Lindz added. "Thanks, I've always liked it. Now it reminds me of Harry. Listen, Paul I'm going to have to ask you to turn around for a moment. I didn't bring a suit on the trip." Lindsey and Paul paused to look at each other a moment. Then Lindsey smiled at him as she brought her index finger out of the water in a circular motion indicating him to do as Ali requested. Feigning reluctance, Paul scrunched up his mouth and raised his eyebrows, then turned around and rested his elbows over the edge of the tub onto the deck. Ali said another "thanks" as she pulled off the nightshirt. "Ouch" she said as she stepped one foot into the tub, "This is pretty hot! Stay put Paul this may take a minute. With Lindsey watching and empathizing with winces of her own, Ali slowly lowered herself into the tub, until when covered to her neck she said, "OK." Paul casually rotated around on the buoyancy of the water. Then an odd uncomfortableness came over them as they sat there, the three of them, saying nothing. They |
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Fun far from the slopes--