My friends really let me have it when I told them I would be bringing my girlfriend along for this year's ski trip - it's normally a guy thing. But this years is feeling more like a good idea every minutes as the two of us cuddle close on the lift ride to the top of the mountain. Since we just arrived this afternoon, it has been a short day of skiing, but...
Laura stood by the dormer window of their room in the ski lodge and watched as the group of cross-country skiers got themselves sorted out into some semblance of a straight line and headed off toward the horizon, where the sun was just making an appearance. There were about a dozen skiers, and the only way she could tell which one was her husband was by the...
I checked in to this little ski resort ‒ it's a golf resort meant for the summer really, but a short drive from the ski hill, the best in Ontario (which isn't saying much) so they are obviously trying to attract some ski business, although nobody seems to know about them yet. The place is a hotel with a little timeshare section added on, the whole place bran...
These are some memories of mine, as accurate as I can remember... So, it's such a beautiful winter, and I'm lucky enough to manage to leave at the mountains for one week, exactly when I hear that the snow is just perfect! I'm happy, full of enthusiasm, especially since the place won't be so crowded with students and kids - great! I'm preparing my equipmen...
Imagine the two of us on a day hike into the winter hills. We pack light and travel fast, confident that our unquenchable energy and thirst for each other will sustain us as we explore the dark and mysterious wood. We follow a secluded path along a winding and neglected trail. Crunching through the twisted, snow-capped brush, we trudge silently along. Ene...
= = = = = = = Four young college girls on a skiing vacation have to find other things to do when an excess of new snow traps them in their cabin. This is the third in this series and describes an interesting day of skiing on almost deserted slopes. It might make more sense if you have read "Three J's and an S Go Skiing, Day1 & Day 2 ." For the most part,...
I hadn't seen Farley for a couple of days and was getting kinda horny. There was a poker run on Sunday and I figured I'd see him there. I decided to head over to the Steel Wheel Saturday night and see what kind of trouble I could get into. Angie had an obnoxious rock band playing and I was enjoying the attention of several of the dudes there when in walked a...
Lisa couldn't understand why she was so scared to tackle the ski slope! She had practiced with the rest of her peers with the ski instructor learning how to guide and slow down her skis, but she still couldn't force herself to get on the lift. She watched as the rest of her friends waved from their chairs as they slowly rose toward the mountain top. Lisa...
[My story depicts my true experiences during the beginning of a loving relationship that continues today. I was young, barely of legal age, but not experienced. There is no intercourse in this story, just the foreshadowing of erotic pleasures that I would experience in the following years. A note here to dispel confusion later in the story: Woody is the nick...
"NO." Jill said firmly. "I will not spend a week roaming those stupid mountains, sleeping in a stupid tent and cooking over a stupid campfire. That's not my idea of a vacation." They were disputing where to spend the next weeks vacation. Ralph was pushing the idea of a camping trip, ruffing it, camping out in the wilderness. Either that or a week at a ski r...