Bedtime Stories with Kelly 4
	by Kelly Adams (kelly_h_adams@hotmail.com)

Hello, loverboy. How are you this evening? Good, I'm glad to
see you too! I've been thinking all day about the story I'm
going to tell you this evening, and I think you're going to
like it.

Let's get comfortable up on your bed. No, not *that*
comfortable, at least not yet... But first I'm going to take
my panties off from under my skirt. Why? You'll see in a
minute... There we go. Pardon? Sure, you can smell them,
here you go. Take a deep whiff... see, I wasn't lying when I
said I've been thinking about this story all day--you can
smell my excitement there in my panties, can't you?

Okay, that's enough. Put those aside and let's get up on the
bed. There we go. Comfortable? Good. Now then, I'm going to
sit here, hike my skirt up, and spread my legs apart, like
this, so you can get a good look at my pussy while I tell
you your story. You like my pussy, don't you? I do too. A
girl should always like her own pussy. I often like to rub
and stroke it, like this. It feels good; not as good as when
someone else is stroking it, but still pretty good. I'll
probably be stroking my pussy some while telling you this
story, is that okay? Good.

This is a story about the time that my roommate Gretchen and
I spent a weekend skiing up in Vermont during our junior
year. Gretchen and I went skiing several times each year,
but this was our best time, at least as far as I'm
concerned. Gretchen is such a snow bunny. She really looks
at home on those slopes, what with her classic Nordic blonde
hair/blue eyed looks. She even manages to look real cute in
those awful ski suits. I don't know how she does it. I swear
those things are made to mute any semblance of femininity a
girl might have!

Anyway, it was a weekend in February and we decided that we
needed to get away from campus and spend the time on the
slopes. We left mid-afternoon on Friday; we would have left
earlier, but my dick of an economics professor decided that
we needed to have a test that day, so there was no way I
could blow it off. Gretchen met me in her car right outside
of the building. She already had everything packed up and
our skis up on the rack so I just had to hop in and we were
off.

It was pretty late when we got to the ski lodge, past ten
o'clock, and we were tired from the long car ride so we went
right up to our room. We'd stayed at the lodge before and we
really liked it for many reasons, not the least of which was
the big king-sized beds in all of the rooms!

Even though we were both kind of tired we kind of grungy too
from spending half the day in the car, so we decided to
shower before going to bed. Together, of course! Another
thing we like about the lodge was that the shower stalls
were easily big enough for two people; three, really, if you
don't mind squeezing a bit, and if you have three people in
a shower stall squeezing is probably exactly what you have
in mind!

Gretchen and I showered together a lot, actually. The shower
rooms in the dorms weren't private, so we had to be careful
and not do too much for fear of getting caught. Still, I
really liked to look at Gretchen's body, and we would do
stuff like wash each other's hair, could be pretty erotic.
Sometimes we'd get ourselves so worked up by watching and
barely touching each other in the shower that we'd rush back
to our room and fuck each other silly. Of course, this would
mean that we'd be all sweaty again, so we'd have to head
back to the shower... Sometimes we'd go through the whole
cycle two or three times before finally wearing out.

Although we tried really hard not to go too far in the
showers, sometimes we couldn't help ourselves and end up
touching each other. I remember one time when we did get
caught. One of the other girls on our hall, April, walked
into the shower room while Gretchen had her fingers right up
inside of my pussy. How many? Three probably--like this,
see? Mmmm, Gretchen was really good at finger-fucking!
Anyway, April walked in and startled us; we were like deer
frozen in the headlights and we figured she was going to
freak or something. But no, she just smiled at us and went
over to one of the stations and started to shower! So
Gretchen and I stopped what we were going and just watched
her. 

God, but April was a cute little thing. Short curly brown
hair, petite but with fairly nice sized breasts, a tight
little ass and a small tuft of dark pubic hair above her
slit. We were both mesmerized as we watched April lather up
and rinse out her hair and then soap up her beautiful body
and rinse it off.

When she was done and on her way out, Gretchen asked April
if she wanted to join us. April said no, that she wasn't
into other girls, but she didn't mind if we watched her.
God, a waste of a body like that on a straight girl! But she
did show promise, and Gretchen vowed to work on her. But
that's yet another story that we'll have to save for another
time...

Hey, I'm sorry, but you do want to hear about what happened
at the ski lodge, don't you? Okay then. I promise that
you'll get to hear the story about Gretchen and April
someday. Maybe I'll bring Gretchen along one night and let
her tell you the story yourself; you'd like that, wouldn't
you? I know that you've been dying to meet Gretchen in
person, and I know that she'd like to meet you too. Oh yes,
I've told her about you. She says that you sound like a
great guy and she'd like to help out some night with
storytime. So now you have something to look forward to...

Speaking of Gretchen, before we got off track I was telling
you about our shower at the ski lodge. Like I said, we
didn't get much of a chance to have real fun in the shower,
so we sure took advantage of the opportunity! Gretchen went
down on me right away, kneeling in front of me under the
steamy shower while I spread my legs open so that she could
lick my pussy. Gretchen had such a way of eating pussy; she
started by lightly licking long my slit, teasing me with her
tongue until I was begging her to go further. Then she
snaked her tongue up inside of my cunt, flicking it in and
out.

I'm getting wet just describing it to you, see? Look at how
much pussy juice I've got on my fingers. You want to lick
them off? Here... don't I taste good? Gretchen always said
so!

Oh, God, I really need a tongue on me right now. Do you want
to help me out with that? Good! Get your head down here in
my crotch and lick my pussy. Mmmmm, yes, that's it. Oh,
yesss. Yessss. Oh God, you're pretty good at this. You've
done this before, haven't you? I thought so, you're really
good. Oooohhhhh. Oooohhhh. Mmmmmm. Yesssss. Oh yesss. Lick
my pussy, Lick me. Put your tongue up inside me. Oh, God,
yes, your tongue feels so good in my pussy. Now suck on my
clit. Oh God oh GOD, Yes! Yess! Oh God yes! I'm going to
cum, Oh God Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Yes Ooohhhh God
YES!!!!!! YES!!!!!! YES!!!!! Ohhh. ohhhh. yessssssss. Oh,
baby, that was good! I should let you do that more often...

Look at you, you have my pussy juices all over your face!
Here, let's get you wiped off... There we go. Now come here
and give me a kiss; I always give a kiss as a reward for a
good pussy licking.

Now back to our story: After Gretchen was finished getting
me off with her tongue I of course returned the favor,
licking away at her sweet pussy beneath the fine silky
blonde hair between her thighs. After she came we settled
into our shower proper. We lathered each other up, paying
special attention to each other's large tits and tight
butts.

Well, if we hadn't been tired before our shower, we
certainly were after. So we threw on our nightshirts and
collapsed into the bed, sleeping the entire night away.

The next morning we were up early. Gretchen was usually a
morning person anyway, and she wanted to be sure to get in a
full day of skiing. But first we went down to the
continental breakfast in the lodge. We were wearing what we
always referred to as our 'ski lodge uniforms': tight, faded
blue jeans and form fitting sweaters that showed off our
bodies while still maintaining that innocent snow-bunny look
that turns guys on so much. After all, though we were
planning to stay on the slopes all day, it was never to soon
to start laying the ground work for what we wanted to
accomplish in the evening!

So there we were in the parlor of the lodge. Gretchen must
have been on her third sticky bun--God, how I envy the way
that girl can eat anything she wants and still have not an
ounce of fat on her. Me, I was sticking to the grapes and
strawberries. Anyway, we were checking out the guys and
girls as they walked by, when this one guy comes up and
starts flirting with me. His name was Steve and I must say
that we was pretty much of a hunk: sandy blonde hair, broad
shoulders, obviously and athlete. He asked if I wanted to
hit the slopes with him. Gretchen said that she didn't mind
if I went off with Steve, that she was sure she could find
some company of her own. So I said sure and that I'd meet
him back in the lobby in fifteen minutes.

After changing into my ski suit and grabbing my skis I met
up again with Steve and we were off. Steve was a much better
skier than I, almost as good as Gretchen even, but he didn't
seem to mind staying with me on the easier courses. We skied
together all morning and then, after a break for lunch, wet
went back to the slopes together for the afternoon.

Finally, I decided to make my move. We reached a place where
we were pretty much secluded and had stopped for a minute. I
'accidentally' lost my balance and fell, bringing Steve down
on top of me. He got the hint pretty quick and leaned in to
kiss me. As we made out there in the snow he got a bit
bolder, unzipping my ski jacket and rubbing my tits through
my sweater. I returned the favor by reaching my hand into
his ski pants and rubbing his crotch.

But no sooner had I started rubbing him when I felt his cock
explode. Can you believe it? The twit had blown his wad
after less than a minute of my stroking him, through his
pants even! God but I was ticked off. I told him that there
was no way I was going to be with a guy who couldn't keep
his dick erect for even a minute. He tried to protest, but I
had my jacket zipped back up and was off down the slope
alone right away, leaving him there with his wad of cum
getting cold and damp in his underwear. Served him right.

What? A little mean? Well, perhaps. But I had wasted all day
on that prick and he blew it, literally, all in one instant.
I was pretty pissed. I went back to my room and sulked for a
while, ordering room service in for dinner. I kept thinking
that Gretchen would show up, but she had obviously found
herself suitable companionship for the evening and wasn't
coming back anytime soon.

Eventually I tired of watching the shit on the tv and
decided to go down to the lounge. I figured that at the very
least I could get myself a good drink. I got myself a glass
of red wine and sat down alone at the bar.

At some point I saw a guy sitting alone on the couch over by
the fire. He was an older guy, but still pretty handsome
nonetheless. I say older, but hell he was probably in his
late thirties, which seems pretty old when you're only
twenty-one, you know?. His hair was starting to grey around
the temples, but he had that rugged quality about him that
was really sexy. He saw me looking at him and smiled, and I
smiled back. He looked kind of sad and lonely, so I went
over to talk to him.

We hit it off right away. His name was Ted and he owned a
small chain of sporting goods stores in Michigan. He was
supposed to be on a trip with his wife for their tenth
anniversary, but she had left him a month ago for another
man. But the plane tickets were non-refundable, so he and
one of his buddies decided to make good use of the tickets
anyway and make a vacation out of it anyway.

Ted was really nice and quite witty, in addition to being
attractive. I couldn't imagine anyone leaving him, and told
him that his wife was a fool for doing so. He said that I
was too kind and went to the bar to get me another glass of
wine. When he got back I asked where his buddy was, and he
told me that his friend had met a woman over dinner and was
undoubtedly off with her for the evening.

No, it wasn't Gretchen that his friend was off with. This is
a true story, and that kind of coincidence only happens in
bad movies.

We talked there in front of the fire for over an hour before
we decided to go up to his room. He was really sweet; he
actually told me that I was bright, attractive young woman
and asked if I would like to go back to his room and make
love, almost as though he was afraid I'd say no. I told him
that I'd like nothing better than to spend the night with
him, so we finished up our drinks and went upstairs.

Ted was really nervous at first; after all, he hadn't been
with a woman other than his wife in over ten years. So I did
my best to make him feel comfortable. We spent a good deal
of time just kissing and necking on his bed. Then I did a
striptease for him, dancing to invisible music while
divesting myself of my clothes and undergarments. Ted really
enjoyed that and it got him pretty turned on. I do a good
striptease, as I'm sure you can imagine; I'll do one for you
one of these nights...

So after I was naked I got back on the bed with Ted and
helped him take his clothes off, then I got down between his
legs and started to suck his cock, licking his pole until he
was good and hard. Then I moved up into his lap and sat my
pussy down around his cock until he filled me up good and
tight. Ted really seemed to like my boobs, as he played
with and sucked my tits while I slowly rode myself up and
down on his shaft. Ted was really tender with me, as though
he was afraid I'd break or disappear in a puff of smoke.
Even after he rolled me over on my back and started doing
the fucking himself he was gentle about it. He slowly kept
pumping away at me as I slowly built up to an orgasm. And
when I finally came, God was it ever good. I could feel it
slowly move throughout my entire body, taking me over
completely. Then he came inside of me, pumping my pussy full
of his jism before rolling off of me over to my side. He
looked at me as if he was looking for some sort of
validation, so I told him that the sex was really good,
which it was. He was probably feeling a bit guilty, too,
even though his wife had left him. But I reassured him and
we spent some time kissing and cuddling before falling off
to sleep.

We slept in late the next morning before going down to
breakfast together. I was surprised to see Gretchen there so
late, as I figured she'd already be off skiing. Then I saw
that she was with not one, but two other guys. She told me
that she was just a bit too sore to go skiing this morning,
which drew knowing looks from her two companions. She said
that they had been looking for me last night by never found
me, so she ended up taking care of both of the guys herself.
Can you imagine that, Gretchen taking on two guys at once?
Probably down on the floor on her hands and knees, one guy
fucking her pussy while she was sucking on the other guy's
cock. Knowing Gretchen, she probably had them both working
in rotation, fucking one guy while the other recuperated,
then switching off. No wonder she was sore!

After breakfast Ted and I went skiing together, for a couple
of hours at least. Then after a late lunch we went back to
his room for more sex. This time Ted was much more
comfortable and really got into it, taking more control and
really fucking me good. There's something about a man with
years of experience who knows how to fuck a girl just right.

I was sorry to go, but it was late afternoon on Sunday and
Gretchen and I had to get back for classes the next day. We
met up with Ted's friend down in the lobby as we were saying
goodbye, and I could tell that Ted was feeling proud showing
to his friend what a hot young woman he had spent the night
with.

On the drive back Gretchen and I described to each other how
we had spent our respective weekends, in intimate detail of
course! By the time we got back to our dorm several hours
later we were both so worked up that we were naked on her
bed fucking before we even had the chance to get unpacked!
That was by far the best ski weekend Gretchen and I ever
had.

Well, I have to be going again. Oh, stop your whining, you
got to eat out my pussy, didn't you? We can't fuck every
time I come over, or it wouldn't be that special now, would
it? You can hang on to my panties if you'd like; you can use
them to smell me while you jerk yourself off tonight. I'll
be thinking about you, stroking your cock while you're
thinking about me. Don't worry, I'll be back with another
story soon... Pleasant dreams!

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The Fine Print: This edition of "Bedtime Stories with Kelly" 
is copyright 1998 Kelly Adams.

Visit my story site at http://www.asstr.org/~Kelly/
