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From the threshold Ali studied the rustic dining room of the Vermont inn, inviting and warm with a large fireplace burning full logs. Tabletop candle lanterns cast a golden illumination upon a nearly full room of guests. Shelves along the walls displayed antique tools and appliances such as wood block planes and hand crank cherry pitters. Yet the room seemed open and uncluttered. Each of three small candlelit tables along the right hand wall supported the dinner and, Ali assumed, romantic conversation of not quite middle-aged couples. A young man and woman sat at a square table in the center of the room, and at a table next to them another young couple with two small blond haired boys. Their goggle masked tans, raccoons in reverse, marked them as skiers. Toward the rear of the room near the fireplace was a large group contributing to the room's vivacity. They were slightly out of focus for the dimness of the light, yet vivid for the effervescence generated by the clinked glasses and enjoyable laughter. They were of similar age so Ali speculated they were a ski-club toasting the venerable ski gods who arranged for such a perfect day of skiing. Groups of four were at almost all of the other tables. Only two tables were empty. "Dining alone tonight?" The hostess from off to the side startled Ali causing her to jump. "Yes, yes I am." "I didn't mean to give you a start." "It's okay, I was just daydreaming." Following the hostess, Ali recognized the couple seated near the young family at the same time they recognized her. "Hello Ali," the young woman said, smiling openly. Her husband began to get up as Ali approached. "Hello, hello," Ali repeated. "Please, stay seated." "Nonsense," Paul said as he stood, took her hand and leaned forward with a polite little peck on the cheek. Alison had just met them earlier that day in the ski-racing clinic she took at the ski area. She was not a very good racer but she enjoyed the challenge and wanted to improve. It also seemed like a good opportunity to meet young athletic boys. Paul and his wife Lindsey were both good skiers who had met their freshmen year at Middlebury College, where they started dating the very day they both failed to make the final cut for the ski team. They told Ali all of this during the clinic. They were friendly, talkative people and Ali had liked teaming up with them during the day. Lindsey was a good female comrade amongst all the males in the clinic, and gave Ali pointers that made some of the things the coaches were saying easier to understand and put into practice. That she had occupied herself with them during the day was probably also the reason she was dateless and dining alone tonight. Yet Ali often enjoyed being alone in a place like this, allowing herself to observe and eavesdrop on the other guests. "You're not here alone, are you?" "Yes, actually, I am." "Well, not now you aren't, please sit with us." Ali glanced at Lindsey, who nodded with a smile. "I don't want to intrude." "Nonsense," Paul said again. "We've just sat down ourselves and we'd love the company." Dining with Paul and Lindsey Pearson proved to be a delight for Ali. The wine was good and loosened her up a bit, but it was also the company. The Pearsons reminded her of she and Harry. Paul was gracious and a good listener. Lindsey (“Please, everyone just calls me Lindz") was open, intelligent and warm, which made Ali feel like she had found a long lost sister. They certainly didn't look like sisters though. Lindsey's hair was very blonde and pulled back into a long braid that went to the middle of her back, a strong contrast to Ali's own shorter blue-black tousle. Lindsey had a reddish complexion that gave an outdoorsy glow, while Ali had soft alabaster skin. Ali knew it was her dark black hair and white skin that turned heads when she walked into a room, but still envied Lindsey’s athletic Scandinavian glow. She told them all about Harry, and the circumstances of his disappearance. This was the first time she had talked about it with someone who didn't know him. She told them she was still trying, after more than a year and a half, to come to grips with it, how she constantly searches for his face in a crowd, and how she enjoys doing the things Harry introduced her to: skiing, scuba diving and bicycling. She did not tell them about her recently acquired penchant for seducing innocent college boys and teaching them how to pleasure a woman. She also did not tell them Harry, fifteen years her senior, had similarly introduced her to the joys of hedonistic sex. She did tell them that she had not been able to even think about forming a genuine relationship with anyone else - a truthful realization that was beginning to frighten her somewhat. The three had a great time laughing and telling tales. The Pearsons had lots of them. Ali at first thought they were younger than her twenty-seven years, but learned that they were celebrating the tenth anniversary of their first date when they spent the night getting drunk together after being cut from the team. Already two drinks into the celebration, the Pearsons were interesting and remarkably comfortable with themselves and each other. "My God, real people," Ali thought. It had been so long since she had a personal conversation with anyone that she had forgotten how thrilling it could be. She was so happy that at one point of the evening her laughter gave way to a short cry. The Pearsons assumed it was about Harry and comforted her. Ali was just enjoying herself so much. She even began to think that she would like to seduce them both. The thought also occurred that they might be in the process of seducing her and, in spite of the wine and her own lascivious thoughts, was oddly put off by that prospect. At some point later Ali and the Pearsons noticed that they were the only ones left in the dinning room, and began to feel guilty about holding up the staff. Ali had noticed when the big group near the fireplace had left but almost none of the others. Paul suggested that it was too early to quit the night and that they move the party up to the hot tub on the enclosed deck adjacent to their room. Ali could almost smell the seduction in the air as they rose from the table. "Thanks, but I'm really beat from today’s clinic, ski racing is a lot of work! Besides, I've intruded enough." "Nonsense, you've been a delight; but we understand being tired, it's a pleasant reward for an active day." Paul said. Lindsey gave Ali a hug and added in her ear, "Well we'll be in the tub for a little while if you change your mind, we do have swimsuits you know. Anyway, we'll probably see you on the mountain tomorrow" After a series of goodbyes as they walked upstairs to their rooms, Ali found herself alone. Momentarily overcome by the wine, she went to the bed and plopped backwards onto it. She was too excited to sleep, though, and in a minute, when the dizziness passed, she got up and began getting undressed. She watched herself in the mirror and performed a seductive strip tease for herself, being drunkenly uncritical about her body. She felt too good about herself to find any faults tonight. Instead she ran her hands up and down her midsection, over her breasts and tummy to the tops of her underpants, actually enjoying the fleshiness that usually annoyed her. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them up against her chest and pinching her nipples between her thumb and forefinger hard enough to hurt. She knew she had a great body: soft and feminine, but she wished she had a tight, hard body, like Lindsey’s. She worked out regularly and was athletic and strong, but she still always felt too soft to herself. Right now, soft felt fine as she reached down beneath her blue panties, slowly, teasing her pussy. She squeezed her breasts together between her upper arms and with her finger began to make little circles around her clitoris, forcing the firm little button to slide around in circles too. She imagined Harry's tongue. On the down side of each orbit she would dip her finger into her opening to get things wet and slippery. After making six or seven circles she had to let herself sink onto the bed. She kept her underpants on and brought her feet back against her buttocks. With her knees spread wide, she continued to do the same thing she was doing while standing. She fingered herself with her other hand, first with one finger then two. This time the image of Paul came across her mind's eye. He stood in front of her as if she were on a table, his cock going in and out with her own rhythms. He was teasing though, only going in part way before backing out; she almost screamed in frustration before realizing her own too small fingers were the cause. She brought one of her fingers to her mouth and tasted herself with the tip of her tongue. She loved the way she tasted at times, and tonight she tasted great! She began to pick up the rhythm, and after tasting herself a few more times began to furiously rub her finger back and forth across her clit while she fingered herself with her other hand. Harry used to fuck her like this, rubbing her clit while pushing hard in and out with his cock. Her head had gradually lifted forward, straining upward off the bed, as if she were trying to take a real taste of herself, until a moment later when, while still rubbing at a frantic pace, her muscle forces reversed in orgasm as she arched her back high between her shoulders and feet in a series of spasms. She let herself lay still awhile, the middle finger of her right hand hooked lightly in her pussy, the left hand over that, and her panties still stretched over that. She felt good about herself, and she realized she wanted to be fucked by a real cock: 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 slightly bobbed about and closed their eyes, endeavoring to feel the sensation, but feeling mostly awkward until Ali let out in a grown, "Oh God this feels great, don't stop, don't stop!" They all burst into laughter. "The champagne!" Lindsey exclaimed, as she turned around to draw the ice bucket chilling a bottle of Korbel Brute to the edge of the deck along with some clear plastic wrapped hotel cups. "How nice," Ali said, "I got to feel really lonely after going back to my room, but a little bubbly always seems to be the medicine to take care of that.” "And friends," offered Paul along with a glass of champagne. "Most importantly, friends.” Ali reached for the glass, carefully but casually exposing one of her nipples above the water for a moment. She was sure it was not missed. They all settled back, talking about how good the swirling hot water felt on their sore muscles. Talk turned to the day of ski racing. Every now and then, just to maintain some electricity, Ali would accidentally brush against either Paul or Lindsey or allow her breasts to float to the surface. She didn't need to try too hard though, the air crackled with sexual electricity. Shortly after opening the second bottle of champagne Lindsey said, "I feel silly sitting in this hot tub with my swimsuit on," and she peeled down her shoulder straps and produced her blue suit from under the surface of the water. Ali looked at Paul. "Well, what about you?" and to Lindsey "What about him?” "Oh no," said Paul, "I'm afraid this whole party'll get out of control." "Not completely ", Lindsey said. "I think we should de-pants him by force," she added, as she suddenly splashed across the tub reaching for his shorts. Ali reached for them too, and as they wrestled Paul out of his suit, Ali’s hand brushed his already stiff cock. She finally subdued him by taking a firm grip on the thing. "OK, Lindz, I got him" she said, "pull them all the way off." Ali was right next to him now, her left arm hugging around his waist, her right hand squeezing his cock. It felt about average in size to Ali, but it seemed to be made out of stone it was already so hard. "OK. Let go," Paul said quite casually. Ali just squeezed harder and lifted Paul almost prone to the bubbly surface with just the head of his cock and part of her gripping fist exposed. "Hey you", Paul said this time with mock insistence in his voice as he pulled himself free and reached around under Ali's right arm for her tit and quickly found her nipple, which he began to pinch. "Ouch!" cried Ali. She took her left hand from around his waist and reached down to find his asshole. When she did, she rammed her middle finger in hard. Paul's cock thrust above the surface. Ali leaned forward and caught it softly with her teeth. "Hey! OK, OK you win. I give up,” Paul said. Lindsey was sitting up on the edge of the tub laughing. "Be careful with that, Ali," Lindsey warned between giggles. Ali let him go, and they all started laughing. Ali was beginning to feel warm too and sat up out of the water too. All modesty had vanished. "Don't worry, I'd never bite off such a terrifically hard cock," Ali joked. "What do you guys do, take hard pills? You are both firm all over." "We work out,” Lindsey offered matter-of-factly. "Yeah, well so do I," Ali said with dissatisfaction. "I wish I had YOUR body," Lindsey said emphatically, “instead of looking like a tomboy. You're so feminine." "You also have the best tits I've ever seen,” Paul said. This embarrassed Ali and she slid back into the water. "I mean it,” he added. "Well, I still wish I was built like Lindsey," Ali said. "Maybe so", Lindsey broke in, but the one thing Paul constantly craves being married to me is a 'boob job', do you know what that is?" "All too well, I’m afraid," Ali said, as she moved between Paul's legs and lifted him from the bottom to expose his cock again. She moved her tits around it until it was completely enclosed, leaving only the head exposed. "This?" she asked. "Exactly!" Lindsey laughed with delight. Paul began to moved his cock up and down, and with the back of his head against the tub supporting his upper body he was able to put both his hands on Ali's tits, squeezing them together on his cock. Ali watched him watching her with that familiar narrow-eyed expression men get when you rub their dicks. When, after a couple of minutes, Paul let his eyes close, Ali moved down and took his cock in her mouth. She was hungry for it. She ran her tongue around its swollen head, she licked the underside of it, she hugged it with her hand against the side of her cheek and ear, and finally she began to take as much of it as deep in her throat as she could until she was pressing her nose against his body. She became aware that Lindsey was pressing up behind her. It felt good. Then Lindsey wrapped her arm around and began fingering her and playing with her clit. Paul began moaning in pleasure, supporting most of his body just below the surface. Ali was really going at Paul's cock, taking full strokes while squeezing the base of it hard between her thumb and forefinger to keep him from exploding too soon, when Lindsey whispered in her ear: "I want his cum." Ali kept at it, and Lindsey repeated in a hot breathy voice: "I'm his wife, and I want to finish him!" Ali wouldn't let up. SHE wanted to swallow his cum too! She began to suck harder in an effort to draw it out of him and she loosened the grip on the base of it. Paul's pleasure became mixed with the pain of her intense sucking, causing him to moan loudly as he pumped with his pelvis. Ali’s mouth cried open when Lindsey jerked back on her hair just as the first pulse of come hit the back of her throat. She still got to swallow the second load before Lindsey pulled hard enough to get the cock loose. Cream was flying everywhere as the loose cock slapped about as they tried to catch it in their mouths. Before long they were both laughing and licking come from Paul's pulsing cock, his wet thighs and stomach. As Paul began to soften and settle back down into a more comfortable position in the water, Lindsey began to lick cum from Ali's face, and Ali licked Lindsey's. Their mouths met and they began to kiss passionately. Paul was done but they were just getting started. "Here, sit up on the edge," Lindsey directed, "now lie back." This was new sexual territory for Ali, but she obeyed and immediately felt Lindsey's tongue on her pussy as her back reached the deck. In spite of her drunkenness, Ali was shocked at what was happening. Before she could even protest, however, Lindsey pushed two fingers up her vagina. Whatever objections she may have had were forgotten. She was hornier now than ever and still hadn't been properly fucked. Lindsey continued to lick Ali's pussy, sometimes running her hands over Ali's breasts and belly, sometimes working as many as four fingers into her and pushing hard. Slowly Ali's attention became sharp focused on that spot between her legs. She started breathing rapidly. In her mind’s eye she saw white light from the single bulb over the tub radiating in wavy rings, and the waves began to wash over her. She started bucking her pelvis against Lindsey's face. Lindsey lifted her face away and was pumping her fingers furiously into Ali's. Ali reached down and began to finger her clit herself, grunting with each breath. Her body was violently twisting and arching against the deck as her orgasm spread in waves from the center of her pussy with each thrust of Lindsey's hand. The waves kept traveling up her body for an exhaustively long time, then gradually subsiding to ripples until only a smooth glow remained. Perhaps because she was not completely filled as she would have been by a cock, perhaps because of her inhibitions about another woman performing lesbian acts on her, or maybe for some other reason she hadn't considered, the orgasm took longer and seemed to build to a higher pressure point before releasing. Whatever the cause, it was the most powerful climax she had ever felt, and she was ready to just lie back and relax. Lindsey had other plans. As Ali laid back, eyes closed, with her fingers laced into her hair, Lindsey slowly kissed her way up Ali's midsection, creating a slight tickle. She played with Ali's perfect breasts, carefully pinching and sucking the nipples to erect half-inch bullets. Finally she brought her body, still wet from the hot tub, in position over Ali's face. With her knees on each side of Ali's shoulders, Lindsey used both hands to spread wide the opening of her vagina as she spread her legs wider to lower herself to Ali's mouth. Ali didn't resist. When she first tasted Lindsey's juice she was surprised at how different it tasted from her own. It wasn't better or worse, just different. She was more surprised at the way it felt; sometimes when she masturbated she tried to imagine what licking a pussy would be like. She thought it would be offensive, even revolting to do. Instead she found the texture to be so silky and so smooth that it seemed clean and pure. She wanted to squeeze her whole mouth into the slippery folds. She tried to do everything with her tongue that Lindsey did to her, but found that she was too restrained and uncomfortable. Lindsey agreed to change positions. With Lindsey on her back and her head almost against the wall of the deck, Ali knelt near the edge of the tub. Only her toes were in the water. Now she was able to copy the things Lindsey had done to her just a moment before. It wasn't too long before she felt the effect she was having. Lindsey talked during sex. "Ooh, oh yeah that feels good, yeah oh yeah, what a great tongue, flex it a little more, stretch it out, that's it, make it feel harder, oooh that's it, ooh.... put your fingers in me too…" As Lindsey talked Ali through her increasing arousal, Paul's blood began to flow back to his groin. The sight of Ali's white bottom above his vantage point in the tub and her hanging tits heaving back and forth added graphically to Lindsey's blow-by-blow narrative. He stood up in the tub and reached over to the near corner of the deck where Lindsey had a bottle of oil that she liked to spread on her skin after a bath to keep it smooth. Paul poured some into the palm of his hand and began to massage his balls and semi-hard cock. In a short time he had stroked his cock to the hardness that Ali earlier had remarked about, and he moved over to get behind Ali. "...That’s good, keep twisting, ooh, and pushing your fingers..." Lindsey was saying when she intercepted herself with, "Paul don't you dare distract her 'till I'm finished! Keep going, Ali, OOOH that's it, that's the button." Lindsey began to move and gyrate just as Ali had done. “Oh, push harder, fuck me with your hand, push your whole hand in me." Ali folded her fingers and hand as narrow as she could and pushed hard. She was amazed to see, after just a couple of strokes, her entire hand disappear up to her wrist. "Oh god, I can't take it, keep going, give me more, harder, curl your fingers upward, yeah, oooh…make a fist, give me more!" Ali curled her fingers up along the front wall of Lindsey’s inner cavity into a tight fist and then pumped in and out with her knuckles running over the area of Lindsey’s G-spot. Lindsey was almost screaming for her to push harder. Suddenly Paul was there, pouring oil on her wrist. "AAUUGGHH, now give it to me, fuck me harder..." Lindsey stopped talking as her orgasm violently overcame her. Her face went slack and then her body quivered spastically. Ali supported herself on her one arm and continued to take full, hard strokes with her other arm. She felt Paul's hands flowing without friction over her back and buttocks. The oil felt good. He gently inserted one finger in her pussy and removed it. He did it again and then again. Each time he pushed his finger in her, Ali pushed her arm into Lindsey's pussy as her body convulsed violently for almost a full minute before beginning to slow down. A moment later she grabbed Ali's wrist firmly, indicating she was done. Ali carefully uncurled her fist and very slowly, guided by Lindsey’s grip, removed her hand and braced herself on her knees and hands while watching Lindsey cup her hands over her vagina just as she had done to herself in her room earlier that night. Paul was rubbing his hard, oiled cock all over Ali’s slippery bottom. "Where do you want me to put my cock?" Paul said matter-of-factly. "Inside me," Ali replied. She didn't know if she could take anymore of this, but she couldn't quite stop either. She was finally going to get what she came for. She moved one knee out a little and braced herself for his entry. "Silly little girl," Paul's deep voice resonated in the enclosed deck room as he assumed the playing of some sort of role. He surprised her with a smart smack on her ass. "Do you want it in your ear, or in your cunt? Perhaps your back door?" He smacked her other buttock. "No, please, stick it in my pussy," Ali said without showing any alarm. She had never taken it in the ass. She knew it would be painful and had never even considered it. "You must ask nice, little girl." His command accompanied with another smack, and Ali realized what he wanted. "I want you to fuck my pussy.” "That's not good enough little girl." Paul reprimanded with another smack, "If you want me to fuck your pussy you must beg me for it or I'll fuck you wherever I want to." "Please Paul, I've wanted your hard cock in my pussy all night. I came to your room for your cock! Please, I beg you to fuck me as hard as you..." Before she could finish Paul had rammed his cock all the way in to the hilt. The oil made it go in easy and fast and it took Ali's breath away. There was no hurry to Paul's pace as he metronomically banged away from behind while standing in the hot tub. He took full strokes, eventually slowing down toward the end of the outstroke, allowing himself enough control to leave just a part of the head of his cock inside, then banging back more forcefully on the in-stroke. Ali lifted her hand from the deck as Lindsey rolled to one side out from under her, and put it back in place. "Settle in, honey," Lindsey said to Ali as she lowered herself back into the water. "This one will take a while." "Okay by me", Ali said, "I could do this all night." She began to count the strokes to herself and lost count after nineteen when the sensation of her swinging tits distracted her and a moment later a small orgasm rippled through her body. Paul kept rocking away. She began silently counting again. It was near the count of forty that she felt irritation and asked for more oil. Paul just kept on pounding, but Lindsey came to the rescue, pouring more oil on Ali's ass that slid down her crack and onto Paul's cock. "Thanks." "I always keep this lubricant handy. After he's cum a couple of times this son-of-a-bitch will fuck you 'till you bleed." Thanks to the oil, the slick hard cock felt good to Ali once again. The regular rhythm was still there and felt nice. Ali began to get lost in it, and began to push harder against it. She could feel an orgasm welling up from deep inside of her. She wanted to finger herself, but was afraid she would foul the rhythm. At one point she was moving around so much Paul had to take half strokes and even then fell out once, but Ali could tell he was still in control because the pace was still there after he casually reinserted himself. She tried to fight the orgasm she could feel coming on. Ali wanted this sensation to continue as long as possible but didn’t know if she could keep going after she had another orgasm. She closed her eyes and, inspired by Lindsey's previous chatter, began to talk: "OOOWOOH, Paul keep on strokin', don’t stop pokin', I love your cock!" Her orgasm was coming. There was no stopping it now. Lindsey surprised her by nuzzling her tits from below. Ali didn't even notice her getting into position. She stuck out her tongue and just let Ali's left nipple swing over and around it. At first this distracted Ali and pushed her orgasm back, but then Lindsey found her clit and began rubbing hard while Paul continued to pound away. Ali almost fainted as her body was racked with the orgasm. Wave after way of energy cracked through her like some repeating high voltage charge. Ali collapsed to her elbows, nearly smothering Lindsey before she got away. As her orgasm passed Ali wanted to just lie down, but Paul had grabbed onto her hips and was still keeping pace from behind while holding her up. He wouldn't let go. She remembered what Lindsey had said about Paul's staying power. "I want you to fuck my tits,” she said finally, hoping to get him to pull out. "Please Paul, I want to feel your slick oiled cock between my tits." Paul relaxed his grip. Ali rolled over while Paul got onto the deck and straddled Ali's midsection. She engulfed his cock with her tits, the reddened swollen head popping in and out of her white cleavage. They quietly kept the pace for just a minute or two before Lindsey broke in with a singsong voice: "I'm ready for my back door man!" She had positioned herself just as Ali was before, kneeing on the edge of the tub, toes just touching the water, her thick blonde braid dangling to the deck. Her bottom glistened with oil, the bottle of which was at her side. Paul looked down at Ali and shrugged as if to say, "I have no choice," and she mirrored his expression back to show she understood, but she was actually relieved. He got off of her and stood back in the tub. He applied more oil to his cock. "Isn't that thing sore yet?" Ali asked him as she refilled her glass with champagne. "I'm sure it is", replied Paul, "I just don't feel the pain yet." With one hand on the small of Lindsey's back and the other holding his cock, Paul eased into the tight opening. Ali could see Lindsey wincing in pain as she braced herself for him. She found herself wincing too. It was only a few strokes later that Lindsey started rocking her lithe figure to push back against Paul's thrusts, and in a couple of more strokes she reprised her erotic chatter. Drunk, exhausted and relaxed to her chin in hot soothing water, Ali rested her head against the wall of the hot tub watching Paul through the humid haze continue his metronomic fucking of Lindsey's ass. It was an ethereal dreamlike image. She let her eyes fall closed and allowed Lindsey's perverse percussive monologue to lull her to sleep. Ali lifted the lids of her eyes some time later - it could have been moments or hours - to witness both of them grunting and convulsing violently like some weird out of sync engine. She watched until it nearly ran out of fuel, when she again fell to sleep. The next time Ali opened her eyes there was bright daylight framing the window curtains. As she slowly regained consciousness she discovered herself tucked in the bed of her room at the inn. She sat up, snatched her watch from the nightstand and read 11:30. She had missed the second day of the race clinic. She was dressed in her nightshirt. "No", she questioned herself, "that could not have been a dream." And as she moved to the bathroom she knew dreams didn't cause soreness and a little wine with dinner couldn't be responsible for the hangover that possessed her. Paul and Lindsey had checked out earlier and gone: two days earlier than they were scheduled to depart. They left a note for Ali: "The Pearsons, Wilton, Connecticut". She understood why they had gone, and she was glad she didn't need to see them this morning, another time and place perhaps, but for now being alone was just perfect. |
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Fun far from the slopes--