These stories are meant for people who are Adults.  If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read.

I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time.  The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to.  If you like the story please let me know.  Thanks, Lynne

Skiing Part II

Nichole and I had met the day before on the ski slopes and had spent the night together, my first night with someone, and my first night with another woman.  Now here we were again, together on the ski slope but so many things had changed.  I was no long unsure of my sexuality.  I was no longer a virgin, well technically I guess I was, but I was no longer a 22-year-old woman who had never experienced sex.  The previous night had been one that I had often dreamed of but never really thought would happen.  How often, alone in my bed at night, I had touched myself hoping that someone would someday touch me in the same way.  Nichole had taught me in one night that my dreams of someone touching me the same way were silly.  She touched me in ways I never dreamed anyone would.

Now we were on the mountain having a fun day as she skied and I snowboarded.  We looked like an older and younger sister or perhaps aunt and niece.  Only when we were sure we were alone and no one could see would we sneak a kiss or intimate moment.  I kept thinking about last night and couldn't wait for tonight.  I kept thinking about Nichole's body.  I kept thinking about spending the night in her arms, in her bed.  I kept thinking about all the things she could show and teach me.  I kept thinking about how wonderful she tasted when for the first time in my life I tasted another woman.

As the day wore on Nichole started to tease me.  She seemed to enjoy making me blush.  As we went up in the chairlift she told me what she would do to me once she got me home.  How she would undress me.  How she would just sit back and look at my nude body as she masturbated in front of me, not letting me touch myself as she did it.  How she would have me masturbate for her.  She told me how she would expect me to cater to her every wish and whim.  How she would spank me like a bad girl if I didn't.  I was getting very turned on by the idea of this older sexy woman dominating me, controlling me, making me do things I had never done before.  The thing that most intrigued me most, the thing that got me so horny that I was wiggling around in the chairlift, the thing that actually made me want to touch myself right then and there, was that she planned on taking me back to her hotel, showering with me and then shaving my mound so it would be as smooth and bare as her own. I was squirming in the chair so much that it started to sway.  Without warning she leaned over as if whispering into my ear, but instead her tongue ran over it.  I almost fell off the lift.

As we neared the end of the day I was so excited sexually that I was sure everyone in the lift line could smell my sex.  All day Nichole had been teasing me.  Telling me how many orgasms I was going to have that night.  Telling me how hot it made her thinking about me.  Telling me about all the things she was going to do to me when we got back to the hotel.  Telling me how much she wanted to run her tongue over my freshly shaven mound.  Once, when I had to pee after we had stopped for Nichole to get a binding adjusted, I actually masturbated in the restroom at the ski area.  I felt so naughty while doing it but I had to find some relief before I burst.  It took me less than a minute to cum and I almost bit through my lip trying to be quiet.  When I came out of the stall my face was flushed and I was sure it wasn't just the wind and sun that had made me so red.

By 3:00 p.m. we were both done with skiing.  We had skied hard all day and my legs were sore from going down so many bump runs.  Nichole was an expert skier, although she kept saying how she couldn't ski like she once did because of bad knees.  But still, she managed to make a very smooth and effortless run down High Rustler and try as I might I couldn't keep up and took quite a spill when I got going to fast and started to take the bumps with a lot more air and a lot less control than was prudent, especially on a snowboard in bumps.  Thankfully Utah snow tends to be soft and fluffy when you land and the 8 inches of powder that had fallen during the night help make my landing relatively soft.  What hurt most was my pride.  But by the end of the day we were both sore in that good way that said you worked hard and had fun.

As we were walking out to the car we ran into some of my friends from school.  Nichole smiled when I introduced her as a family friend.  Everything was going fine until one of my friends asked how long she had known me.  

"Well, lets just say that I remember Lynne when she only came up to here."  Nichole put her hand on her waist, the point where my head had come up to the night before when I had gotten down on my knees as I had gotten my first taste of a woman.  I blushed so hard that I felt as if I were a beacon in the parking lot.  Nichole gave me a little wink.

We said goodbye to my friends and headed to the car.  Nichole turned to me and said, "And I expect to see you come up to here again tonight.  In fact, I expect you to be up to here a lot tonight."

I didn't know what to say, but I did know I expected to be up to there as soon as we got through the door of her hotel room.

The whole car ride back seemed to be designed to get me as hot and horny as possible.  Nichole kept telling me how we were going to spend our evening.  First, she was going to take me up to the room and have me undress for her, get out of my ski clothing.  She intended to sit there and drink a glass of wine while I undressed for her.  She then intended to have a second glass while I explored my own body for her.  She would tell me where she wanted to touch, how she wanted me to touch it.  She intended to have a third glass as she watched me bring myself to orgasm, and I would not be allowed to have an orgasm until the very last sip was gone from that glass.  She said the hotter I made her, the thirstier she would get, and the faster she would drink her wine.  The faster she drank her wine the sooner I would get to cum.

I was squirming in my seat as she drove and told me her plans.  I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter.  Nichole smiled at me when she saw that I just couldn't get comfortable.  She reached over and put her hand between my legs and started to rub the fabric of my jeans.  Oh god how good it felt.  I spread my legs and let myself slide down in the seat as far as the seatbelt would allow.

"I bet you are very wet right now aren't you?"  Nichole said, very matter of factly.

"You know I am," I said as I tried to raise my mound up so it would make a little more contact with her hand.  "You know you were making me wet all day."

"Well, maybe we should do something about it then."  Nichole reached up and undid the button on my jeans.  She then slowly unzipped them, all the time not taking her eyes off the road.  Playfully she ran a finger under the elastic of the top of my panties.  "You know, I don't think that zip