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Finally! I’ve been wanting to give this a try for three years now but it’s never been warm enough to give it a try until now. Wow, talk about exhilarating. I was scared at first but then really got into it at least until the sun went in an I started to get cold.
Ok, here what happened. Bob isn’t much of a skier, so it was just Lisa and I. We had planned to go for one last ski weekend and you know something always happens when Lisa’s around. This was no different. We almost canceled when we heard the forecast, but went anyway figuring we’d find something to do and boy did we.
Lisa drove up to my place on Thursday night and we headed up to her parents cabin on Friday morning. It was just the two of us so we had the place to ourselves. We didn’t do much on Friday except catch up on things.
We planned to go skiing on Saturday and when we got up it was unbelievably warm even at 8:00 in the morning. I had originally planned on going snowboarding, but Lisa started suggesting skiing in my bikini. The idea excited me, but despite it feeling warm outside, the thermometer read only 52 degrees. She kept it up and the more I thought about it the more tempting the idea became. I had always wanted to try it and have had that dare on my web site forever.
Luckily after New Years when she surprised me with their new hot tub, I decided to bring a suit with me even though I didn’t exactly plan on wearing it in the hot tub.
After breakfast, I checked the temperature again and it had risen to 54, so I went back and dug my bikini out of my bag. I stripped off my jeans and top and put my suit on. I then walked back into the kitchen to model it for Lisa. It wasn’t the smallest of my bikinis by a long shot, but considering I was planning on skiing in it, it was plenty small enough. It wasn’t a thong but left plenty of my butt exposed. It was a side-tie bikini, which was going to be interesting, but it did a pretty good job of covering my breasts and bottom.
I slipped on a pair of cut offs and was about to grab a T-shirt, when I decided to just wear a windbreaker over my bikini top. I felt like I was going to the beach instead of skiing. Even Lisa decided to wear shorts and a T-shirt.
When we got to the mountain, it felt even warmer. There weren’t that many people there, but the ones that were there dressed really lightly. Lots of people were in jeans and T-shirts, several guys were in shorts, so I didn’t feel that bad in my shorts even though it felt weird walking around carrying skis and wearing shorts.
We got our lift ticket and were getting ready when Lisa suggested leaving my windbreaker in the locker. Now it was warm but it still hadn’t reached sixty degrees. I told her it was still a little chilly to be skiing without my jacket the way I was dressed, so I did the first couple of runs in my windbreaker and shorts.
Both Lisa and I got a lot of looks as we put our skis on and stood in line for the lift. I let out a little yelp as I sat my bare legs down on the cold seat of the chair. The ride up was a little chilly on our bare legs, but not that bad. I almost fell getting off the lift, and it felt a little weird being back on skis. I had been snowboarding most of the year, so it took a couple of cautious turns before I got back in the rhythm again.
I must be weird but I thought it was really exciting and exhilarating. Usually when I’m skiing, I’m bundled up from head to toe but now I was so free that it felt great.
We did a couple more cautious runs when the sun came back out. When we got to the bottom, Lisa suggested losing the jacket. It felt pretty good with the sun out, so I agreed with a little nervousness in my voice. I hadn’t fallen yet and it was pretty warm, so I thought it seemed alright.
I looked around and thought about it for a second or two and then jabbed my skis poles in the snow and pulled my jacket over my head. I adjusted my top to make sure my boobs were completely covered. The top provided adequate coverage, but there was still plenty of breast exposure. As usual, my nipples seemed poised to make an appearance.
There I was in a pair of short denim shorts and a tiny bikini top in the middle of the ski slope. With my cap and sunglasses on, I was dressed more for the beach than the ski slope, but there I was and it felt great. There was no wind and the sun was strong again, so I just went for it. Lisa suggested taking the shorts off also, but I wasn’t quite ready for that.
I immediately heard a couple of catcalls from some guys coming down the slope. Lisa suggested putting on some sun block before I got burnt, so we both applied a little more protection. Of course, it took me a lot longer than her.
I gave Lisa my jacket to stuff in her backpack, and we skied down the rest of the way to the bottom. The cool breeze across all that bare skin was something I had never experienced before. It was kind of chilly but really exciting at the same time. You can guess what it did to my nipples. We stopped at the bottom and once again Lisa suggested taking off the shorts, but I still wasn’t quite ready. I was covered with goose bumps, but wasn’t shivering or anything, so I decided leave the jacket off and tried going up the lift.
I instantly became the center of attention as we skied over to the lift line. One girl dressed in bibs and gloves said, “Aren’t you freezing?” I told her that it was a little chilly but not that bad in the sun. We continued talking as we waited which helped distract me from all the attention I was getting. It was wild standing there with so many eyes on me. This guy in line ahead of us kept looking back and making comments about me. They were trying to keep it down, but I could tell they were talking about me. That’s when I started to get a little aroused, which only made my nipple poke harder at my bikini top. There was no guessing where my nipples were under my top.
Thank God the line wasn’t that long. The lift attendant paid extra close attention as Lisa and I approached.
Once on the lift Lisa and I just started laughing. She said, “I can’t believe you’re doing this. It’s great.” I told her I couldn’t believe it either. I love skiing and here I was riding the lift all but naked, relatively speaking. I was really excited and it showed. I was bouncing around on the chair like a schoolgirl and we giggled the whole way up. I was really starting to feel the cold though as we got closer to the top. The wind picked up a bit and it took all my might not to shiver. I wanted my jacket back, but the excitement was too much so I held off asking Lisa for it. Besides I figured she’d give me a hard time and probably not give it back anyway.
I got a couple of double takes from people as I got off, but didn’t stay around long enough for anything interesting to happen. Lisa and I just skied off taking an easy run down. I let out a little yell as we skied off. I was going faster than I should have been considering a fall on that coarse ice snow would have been very painful, but I wasn’t thinking of that. Now that I was moving, the wind was even more intense but my excitement was keeping me from feeling it too much.
Soon enough, we were down and out of the wind, so we decided to stop. It felt a lot better, almost warm for a change. It was amazing how much the temperature was different from place to place. There were warm and cool patches all over and you could really feel them as you skied, especially dressed as I was.
I couldn’t believe how exhilarating it was. The chilly feel of the wind and the gentle swaying of my chest was getting me really turned on. We skied the rest of the way down and right into the lift line. It seemed like it had warmed up even more because this time I barely felt chilly. I even noticed a couple more people skiing in shorts. We did a couple more runs with out falling and decided to take a break when the sun went in again.
It felt weird stomping around in heavy ski boots when the rest of your body is barely covered. The boots were probably covering half as much as everything else I was wearing, well almost.
You should have seen the scene when I walked in the lodge. A couple of parent seemed a little put off by seeing that much skin at the ski slope but the guys couldn’t get enough. We had a following as we grabbed our cups of hot chocolate at the cafeteria. We sat down to drink our chocolate when four guys came over and start chatting with us. They were young and acting stupid, so after humoring them for a bit, we got up to head back to the slopes. The hot chocolate had really warmed me up to the point that I was actually feeling a little warm for a change.
The sun was back to so it felt really nice despite the thermometer at the lodge saying it was only 63 degrees out. Once again Lisa suggested, this time a little more strongly, that I take the shorts off and do this right. I was feeling kind of loose and crazy, so I teased her a bit by unsnapping them like I was going to take them off. This caught the eye of a couple of guys that had been watching and they started yelling, “Take it off, Take it off.” I got all embarrassed and blushed since I didn’t see them and didn’t realize I was putting on a show. Well sorry to say I got shy, believe it or not, and didn’t take them off. The guys let out a big sigh and started booing as I pull them back in place and snapped the snap. I yelled over, “Sorry, your loss.”
We grabbed our skis and hiked up to the slope and put them on. I stood up just in time to see two guys struggling to get a look down at my boobs. Lisa and I just giggled as we skied off.
We did another couple of runs getting a little more daring each time. Lisa fell twice and once in the lift line, but managed not to get scraped up. You have to be super careful because the spring snow gets really rough and if you fall you slide across it you can get a nasty burn and even cut. We had quite a following as we skied. Several guys tried picking us up. It was wild.
Eventually we started to get hungry and decided to grab a burger at this little out door grill near the bottom. Again, we drew quite a bit of attention as we waited for our burger. While we were waiting, Lisa pointed out a two other ladies that were laying out working on their tans. Both of them had a one-piece suit on. One had taken her shorts off and was laying back facing the sun with her eyes closed.
We found a table way off to the side out of the main traffic flaw and worked on our burgers. We finished up and turned our chair around to face the sun. It felt so nice and relaxing that I decided that it was time. Normally I wouldn’t think twice but after all it was a ski slope and we were surrounded by snow not sand.
I stood up and unzipped my shorts. Lisa said, “Well that’s more like it.” I told her I felt like I was stripping naked not just down to a bikini. I pulled my shorts down my hips being extra careful not to take my bikini bottom with them. I then sat down realizing I couldn’t get them off over my ski boots so I stood up and pulled them up again. I didn’t bother to zip them up though. That when I realized that if I take them off I wouldn’t be able to put them on without a major undertaking.
Lisa commented on how sexy I looked like that. She suggested I walk around like that for a while to see how many people notice. I had to admit it looked hot and I actually thought about it. She then said, “but you have to take the shorts off so it really looks daring.
My nipples had hardened up once again as my arousal rose. I just sat there for a minute or two thinking about what I was doing. It had been quite a while since I had felt that sexy high from doing dares. I hadn’t done many over the winter perhaps because most of them require warmer weather but here I was surrounded by snow and turned on as ever.
I was actually feeling quite warm as the excitement washed over me. I looked around once again to see how many people were watching which was probably a mistake because it only made me more nervous. My heart was pounding as I bent down to unbuckle my ski boots as Lisa shouted, “Alright.”
Wet icy slush was everywhere so I had to be extra careful to not get my socks wet. I pulled one foot out of my boot and balanced on the other as I slid my shorts off my hips and down my legs, being extra careful not to fall in the process. Once my one leg was out I sat down and put my foot back in my boot and then did it all over again with the other leg.
There I was standing in the middle of a snow-beach wearing a tiny bikini and a pair of clunky ski boots. Wow, what a contrast. It wasn’t like I was naked but I sure felt like I was.
I adjusted my bottom to make sure I was covered and sat back in the chair. My heart was still pounding and I could feel my pussy swelling and pushing against the thin material of my bottom as I closed my eyes to what was going on around me. All Lisa said was “Damn, do you look hot.”
We sat there for a couple of minutes before Lisa reminded me to put some lotion on before I burnt. I reapplied the lotion and looked around for the first time. Apparently we were out of the way so not too many people could see me. That helped me calm down as I sat back and took in the sun.
The warmth of the sun helped me relax and before long, my pulse and breathing returned to normal. Wow, there I was laying out working on my tan in a bikini on the ski slope. I had never done that before.
We had been sitting there for at least a half and hour when Lisa got up and suggested going skiing again. I was so relaxed that I just laid there and told her that I was perfectly fine right there and that she should go ahead. I was still laying there slumped back in the chair enjoying the sun when I got showered with some ice and water that Lisa had tossed at me. Holy shit, did that ever shake me from my dream. I jumped to my feet and scooped a handful of slush that lodged between my breasts. Damn was that cold!
My shouting only attracted the attention of every eye in the place that hadn’t already noticed me laying there. I was going to pick up some ice and throw it at Lisa when I realized I was a little under-dressed for a snowball fight.
After I got all the snow off of me Lisa said, “So are you ready to get back on the slopes?” I hadn’t really planned to ski like that in just a bikini, but Lisa had already picked up my shorts and stuffed them in her backpack. I wasn’t quite ready, but before I really got a chance to think, Lisa started walking off with all my stuff in her backpack leaving me standing there in just my bikini and ski boots. She shouted back, “Are you coming or not?” Not really having time to think this through, I headed off after her. Oh my, there I was trudging after her in less clothing than it would take to make a decent knit hat.
I wasn’t sure I was ready for this, but I was doing it anyway. I felt completely naked out there despite having everything covered that needed to be covered. I tried to tug my bikini bottom up as if it would provide more coverage but it was already covering as much as the material would allow and somehow it felt terrible inadequate for what I was about to do. My nipples had already stiffened up again and were once again trying to burst through my top. My pussy was also swollen and my pulling on the bottom made that much more apparent..
I couldn’t believe I was going skiing like that but at the same time felt terribly excited at the idea. I carefully put my skis on and tightened my boots when I realized that my lift ticket was on my shorts. Lisa said that no red-blooded male was going to turn me away looking like that. I thought it felt weird earlier skiing in so little, but now I felt totally naked as we skied over to the lift. It was as if it was just me and my skis. My bikini didn’t even feel like clothes it was so light. When we got to the lift line, I really felt like I was standing there naked. My keys, my money, my tissues, even my insurance card were all in my shorts. All that I had was a couple of flimsy pieces a cloth and my ski equipment.
If I though I drew some attention before, it was nothing compared to now. Every eye was on me. Thank god the lift line was short because I didn’t think I could take much more of the attention.
Just as we went to make the last turn I slipped and got one of my skis on the wrong side of one of the poles marking the lift lines. I almost did the splits as my momentum carried me forward. I was bent at an awkward angle with one leg behind me wrapped around the poll and the other on top of Lisa’s skis. Oh my God, what a site. Now the human body wasn’t meant to be contorted like that and it hurt. Worst yet was the site I was presenting to everyone around us. I’m not sure what I was showing but it must have been bad. I tried to stretch back and finally got myself untangled. The people in front just stopped and stared along with the lift attendants as several chairs went up empty.
I finally got my act together and regained some level of composure as Lisa leaned back to give me a hand. By the time it was done, I was flushed red and looking for a place to hide. There just wasn’t any time as the line started to move and we were third back to get on the chair lift. I was still trying to pull my bikini out of my butt as I maneuvered in line to get on the chair. The lift attendant said something but I was too out of it for it to register.
Wow. If I thought the chair was cold to sit on before, that was nothing compared to now. Lisa just laughed as I tried to calm down a bit as we road up. I couldn’t believe I was riding a ski lift wearing just a bikini. As we got to the top, Lisa read the sign that said watch for loose clothing as you exit the lift. She laughed even harder saying could you see one of my ties gets caught in the lift and me end up stripped as you suit heads down the mountain caught in the chair. That just made me make sure the ties to my bottom were clear of anything they may catch on.
I got off the chair cautiously thinking for sure I was going to end up splat in my face in front of everyone. I made it though and started to regain my composure as a couple of guys shouted over at us from the chair. We decided to get going before they got off since they were rather loud and shouting catcalls at me.
If I felt like I was naked before, there was no comparison to now. The wind seemed to touch every piece of me as I skied. I could even feel the cool air racing past and into my pussy, which was only shielded by a thin piece of cloth. My hips and upper legs, which were protected by my shorts earlier, were now feeling the cool breeze just like the rest of my exposed skin. It was so exhilarating and exciting that I was oblivious to the cold.
We skied half way down before we stopped long enough to catch our breath. My heart felt like it was going to bust from my chest as I tried to settle down. Just as we stopped, this group of four guys and two girls stopped to check us out. The guys were all but drooling as they checked me out. Lisa was chatting away as I calmed down. The two girls were the same two we say at the bottom working on their tans. I didn’t feel that out of place with them since they were still wearing their one piece suits under their shorts. They at least had the shorts though. Several other people, mostly guys, stopped and before long we had attracted quite a crowd. Several people had moved back behind me, I guess to get a better view.
Several guys offered to buy me a beer at the bar when we got done. Soon two guys from the ski patrol came by to see what the commotion was about. I think at first they thought someone was hurt but then they saw me standing there and realized why the crowd had formed. They gently asked people to move on because they were starting to block the trail. Then they came over to me, partially to get a better look, but also to tell me to be careful and that I could get scraped if I fell. They really were suggesting that I cover up but didn’t come out and say it.
We must have been standing there for 15 minutes before we could pull ourselves away and ski again. The four guys and two girls that were the first to stop skied along with us. They were cool and besides the girls kind of took away some of the attention from me. Once again the chilly air caressed my body and got me going again. It was truly wild.
We got to the bottom and lined up to do it again. Now my bikini was staying in place pretty well, but as you girls know, you always feel like you need to make an adjustment in order to feel like your covered. People often make adjustments to their ski equipment as they stand in line but its not often you see a girl adjusting her bikini, so you can guess that it drew a lot of attention.
We continued to talk to the guys and girls that we had just met as we stood waiting our turn. The conversation actually helped take my mind off the fact that I was standing in the middle of the lift line practically naked. Before we knew it we were next in line and off we went. This time I couldn’t help but hear the lift attendant shout, “Nice ass” as I sat down on the chair. That seemed to stir up some others as a couple of guys yelled “Show us you tits.” Lisa suggested flashing them and further up the lift she suggested I take my top off and ski topless. I told her she was crazy.
We had been skiing the same couple of runs all morning and the guys we were with now suggested a different area. This time feeling a lot more confident, I said I’m game as long as it isn’t a black diamond. We headed over to this other area that didn’t have as many people which was fine with me.
I was speeding along, trying to keep up, which really increased the wind across my bare skin. I wanted to slow down and stop, but everyone was continuing on and I didn’t want to get left. It was right then that I hit a couple of bumps in the trail and almost fell. Hitting those bumps sent my chest in motion. I could feel my barely supported breasts bouncing as I struggled to regain control. Someone saw what happened and stopped letting me catch up.
That made me think twice about skiing so fast where I didn’t know what to expect. We only stopped a minute before continuing down to the lift line. There really wasn’t a line since this was a quad chair and easily moving people up the mountain. I was sure that this meant that Lisa and I would be sharing the lift with a couple of guys. Lisa made sure I was in the middle while the guys all but fell over each other as they fought to be on the same chair.
Finally we got on after the lift attendant restored order. There I was riding a chair lift in a bikini that wasn’t much bigger than a napkin wedged in between Lisa in on my right and two over anxious guys on my left. The guys certainly weren’t giving me any extra room either. It was impossible to not feel a little under dressed as I sat there. The guy next to me put his arm around behind me and I let a little scream as his cold have made contact with me bar shoulder. His friend in the chair behind us yelled, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do?” He along with his friend appeared to be sporting a pretty good hard on as we softly chatted and laughed. When we got to the top I kind of scooted over towards Lisa and made sure no one was sitting on the ties to my bikini bottom.
With each run, I became a little more at ease and was starting to get into it. We skied the same run down to the same lift. It seemed the guys really enjoyed this particular lift and I think I knew why. It started to cloud up more and more as the day went on. I was fine when the sun was out, but I was getting chilly when the sun would disappear for any amount of time especially when going up the chair lift.
The next time up the lift Lisa pulled a fast one on me. Right as I we were getting positioned to get on the lift, she switched out with one of the guys leaving me in the middle with four guys. And these guys were more than happy to help me stay warm. At one point one guy had a hand around my shoulder and the other guy’s hand was around my waist. I don’t know whether it was the sharing of body heat or my own excitement but I did stay a little warmer that ride up.
Each ride on the lift was as much of an adventure as the runs. At one point they had me laughing so hard we almost forgot to open the bar when we reached the top. Another time just before getting on the chair someone took a hand full of snow and shoved to down the back of my bikini bottom. God was that cold as I wiggled around trying to get it out. These guys got to see just about everything as I fished snow out. I yelled back to the culprit that I’d get him back as I rode up with a wet butt.
By then the sun was behind the clouds more than it was out, and I was thinking about calling it a day but the guys insisted on one more run. I almost fell again on the way down but managed to recover. The next time on the way up, the guy who shoved the ice down my bikini was again on the chair behind me with Lisa. Now here’s where I probably stepped over the line, but there was no one ahead of us on the lift for about 4 or 5 chairs, and it seemed like so much fun I couldn’t resist. Somehow one of the guys got talking about the TV show survivor and how the girls took their clothes off for one of the immunity challenges. The guys behind us heard the conversation and started suggesting that I streak the mountain for my last run. I wasn’t about to do that, but I whispered to the three guys on the chair with me what I was going to do. They just started hooting and hollering. I hesitated for a moment and the guys behind us started asking what’s going on. Then I reached behind my back and untied the tied to my bikini top. The guys behind me started to get into it and even the people form the third chair back with the girls when they noticed what was going on. I then grabbed the top with both hands and pulled it over my head. Well the guys on the chair with me just went nuts. My nipples were so hard, they must have been sticking as far as they physically could. You probably could have hung my ski polls from them at that point.
The guys on the chair behind us, especially the guy who put the ice down my back, started shouting, “Turn around, Turn around, and Give us a chance.” I just waved my top over my head and looked straight ahead. Then I tuned my head slightly and yelled back, “ I told you I’d get you back”. You should have heard the moans and sighs from those guys. The other guys behind me started yelling, “That’s not fair we didn’t do anything.” They were begging me to turn around and I could hear Lisa laughing her head off.
I just kept looking ahead having my hands full with three guys on the chair with me. They were pretty civil at first but them one motioned to grab one of my boobs and I yelled “don’t you dare.” Things were getting a little too wild by then. It wasn’t like I had anywhere to go if they got out of control. It wasn’t the best thought out plan, so I quickly pulled my top over my head. The guys said, “I though you were going to ski down topless”. I told then, I may be crazy but not that crazy. I held my top to my boobs as I asked the one guy to tie my suite for me. He seemed disappointed but eventually did it anyway.
I had both arms wrapped around me as we waited for the others. One of the guys was rubbing both his hands up and down my bare back which felt wonderfully good but was still not enough to warm me up. As the other guys got off, all they were talking about was my little show. I asked Lisa for my jacket when she got off, but she just took off down the hill. I rushed off after her not wanting to be left. Of course, the others followed leaving the people on the third chair to catch up.
The sun had long since disappeared and it was cooling down fast and I was cold. I wanted to stop so badly but also wanted to catch up to Lisa. About half way down, she stopped and reluctantly pulled my jacket out of her backpack. The guys offered to keep me warm but they were getting a little over friendly if you know what I mean. It was probably my own doing after that stunt on the way up, so I thought I better calm things down.
I wanted to put my shorts I didn’t want to take my boots off besides I wasn’t about to sit my butt down in the snow to do it, so I settled on my jacket which I quickly pulled over my head. I then handed my shorts back to Lisa. The jacket was cold at first against my bare skin, but it did trap my body heat from escaping so it helped a lot. Lisa also took the opportunity to put on her jacket while we waited.
The jacket came down to about the middle of my butt so you could plainly see my bikini sticking out under it. I actually looked like I was skiing in my underwear. The guys were all disappointed and giving me a hard time and I was too in a way because it was really exciting to be doing something so athletic barely dressed. It was the closest I had probably ever come to my naked sports fantasy.
I felt a lot better with the jacket on and someone suggested one more run. I wanted to call it a day, but before I knew it everyone was taking off again.
I was a lot warmer, but as I lifted my arms to push off, my jacket would lift up a couple of inches exposing my bikini bottom. Now with the cool air rushing past, it felt like I was skiing bottomless. Now I really wanted my shorts back.
We made one more run and everyone was starting to get cold. My legs were freezing. A couple of the guys started rubbing my legs to warm them up and it felt so good. I mistakenly said something like maybe we should take this inside and they all lit up like they were going to get lucky tonight. That’s when I realized I was leading these guys on a little too much and asked them to stop. At least till we got on the lift and then it didn’t seem like such a bad idea to have two guys keeping my legs warm.
Everyone had enough by then, so we headed towards the lodge. There weren’t that many people there and those that were seemed to have packed it in when the clouds rolled in. I wanted to head out, but the guys insisted they buy as a beer at the bar.
I took my skis off swung them over my shoulder to carry them up to the lodge when I realize that it pulled my jacket up completely exposing my bikini bottom and a couple of inches of skin above it. I decided to carry them differently and preserve a little modesty as we walked up. Inside, I asked Lisa for my shorts and headed to the ladies room to pee and finish getting dressed. It felt nice to be inside.
We ended up having a couple of beers with the guys before breaking away and heading out. All in all, it was an unbelievable experience that I won’t soon forget. What at first seemed terrible difficult was actually heaps of fun as a friend of mine would say. Despite so looking forward to summer I actually want to try it again. Lisa said if I do it again I have to do at least one run topless. That may slow me down from doing it a bit
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it as much as me. And by the way, this is how crazy this weather is. It started raining as we drove back to Lisa’s and the next day it tuned to snow just in time for us to drive home.
Carrie
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