Snowy Peak Pleasure

There’s nothing quite like the rush of adrenaline that comes with hurtling down a mountain at breakneck speeds. As I glide down the mountain, the cool breeze brushes past my body, cooling my flushed skin after an exhilarating run. The sound of my skis slicing through the fresh snow is music to my ears as the crisp mountain air fills my lungs. I feel alive and free as I navigate the untouched snow, but one wrong move could spell disaster. As I approach a particularly tricky patch, my heart quickens with excitement rather than fear; I lean into the turn, feeling the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. However, my enjoyment is short-lived as my skis catch an unseen bump and send me tumbling head over heels down the mountain.

I groan in frustration as I sit up, dusting the snow from my hair and clothing. My legs are a little shaken from the fall but otherwise unharmed, and I’m grateful that no one witnessed my clumsy display. Or so I think. As I attempt to stand up, something hard presses into the small of my back, and warm breath ghost over my shoulder. I freeze, senses on high alert as the unfamiliar scent of a stranger fills my nostrils. Before I can react further, strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me close, an equally firm hand closing over my mouth.

“Shhh,” a deep voice rumbles against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. “Don’t scream or struggle; it’s just me.”

Confusion sweeps through me as reality slowly sinks in. There’s only one person it could be — the only other skier on this side of the mountain. I relax into the embrace, recognising the distinctive musk of your cologne, and feel your fingers tighten reassuringly around my waist. Leaning back against you, I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation of being held so suddenly after feeling so alone on the silent mountain. You release me with reluctance but keep a hand firmly grasped around my wrist as you step in front of me. The concerned expression on your face quickly transforms into a mischievous smirk as our eyes meet.

“Well, well. Looks like someone’s had a little accident,” you tease, raising an eyebrow as you take in my dishevelled appearance.

I scowl playfully and attempt to brush past you towards the path, but you grab my arm, pulling me back. A low laugh escapes your throat as I stumble into your embrace again.

“Hey, no need to be embarrassed; it’s not every day a guy gets to save a damsel in distress.” — Your words send a flutter through my stomach as a hint of something more than friendship lingers in them. I bite my lip, unsure how to respond, when your eyes drop to my lips and linger there suggestively. My pulse quickens and I feel the telltale warmth between my legs as your gaze intensifies, and without thinking, I step closer, our bodies nearly brushing. Leaning in, I catch a hint of your spicy aftershave — a scent that’s all too familiar and sends shivers down my spine.

You notice the movement and close the small gap, your eyes never leaving mine as our lips are inches apart. The moment stretches between us, and I hold my breath, waiting to see what happens next. Your head tilts slightly, and a confident smirk stretches across your face as you whisper, “Don’t tell me you didn’t miss this.”. My heart hammers in my chest, and the truth of your words hits me like a ton of bricks. I have missed this — missed you. It’s been nearly a year since we last saw each other, but some things are impossible to forget.

I used to think our friendship was unbreakable until life got in the way and forced us apart. We both dated other people, lived in different cities and focused on our careers, but here, alone in the mountains, on the snow, it’s as if time has stood still. Nothing else matters except for this moment and the two of us. I don’t care about the cold or the fact that anyone could walk by at any moment; I reach up and pull you down for a kiss, needing to feel your lips on mine. The contact is electric, and my body ignites with desire as your tongue sweeps against mine.

You groan into the kiss, hands tightening on my hips as you lift me off the ground. My legs wrap instinctively around your waist, and I moan as your large hands cup my butt, pulling me closer. Breaking away from the kiss briefly, you mutter, “Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long,” before attacking my lips again. The hunger in your kiss matches my own, and any pretence at being proper or caring about our appearance is quickly thrown aside. My gloves are torn off and discarded somewhere in the snow as your fingers delve into my jacket, seeking out bare skin. Your touch is like a brand on my sensitive flesh, and I moan loudly as your palms glide over my breasts, thumbs flicking my nipples.

You groan again, the sound rumbling through your chest, and pull back from the kiss to gaze down at me with lust-filled eyes. “You have no idea how fucking hot you are right now,” you growl, the roughness of your voice sending a shiver down my spine. Heat rises in my cheeks as a mixture of embarrassment and arousal washes over me, but I can’t look away from the raw desire on your face. Your eyes drop to my lips once more, and I know without a doubt that you’re going to kiss me again.

Your gaze drops to my mouth and lingers there for a moment before you lean in. This kiss is slower, more deliberate, as if marking your territory. Your tongue traces the seam of my lips, begging for entrance, and I gladly comply, opening up to you. Our tongues tangle together while our hands are busy exploring each other’s bodies. The cold air slaps against my heated skin as you lift my jacket over my head, throwing it aside without a care. Your fingers trail down the front of my sweater, pausing to flick my nipples once more, and I shudder in delight at your touch. You groan again, moving your hands lower, pushing my sweater off my shoulders until it joins our discarded gloves in the snow. My breasts are exposed to the wintry air, but the goosebumps that rise on my skin have nothing to do with the temperature. Your palms sweep over my nipples, pinching and twisting them gently, and a moan escapes me as my knees nearly give way at the pleasure coursing through me. I grip your shoulders for support while my other hand moves down to grasp the front of your jacket, tugging you closer.

With another rough laugh, you break away from the kiss and help me remove the rest of my layers until I stand before you in only my sports bra and leggings. My cheeks flame with embarrassment at being so exposed, but your hungry gaze erases any remaining self-consciousness. You don’t rush me; instead, you take your time admiring my body as if memorising every curve and dip.

“Fuck, Jess,” you growl, reaching out to trace the side of my breast with your fingertip, “you’re even more beautiful than I remember.”. Heat rushes to my chest, and I shiver in delight at your words. Your touch is like a brand on my sensitive skin, and I can’t help but lean into your hand, craving more. You notice the effect you’re having on me and smile that wicked grin that used to drive me wild. Leaning down, you capture my nipple between your teeth and bite gently before releasing it with a pop, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I moan loudly, my core throbbing in response as your hands glide over my hips and down to the waistband of my leggings. You pull them down slowly, savouring every inch of newly exposed skin until they join the rest of our abandoned clothing on the ground.

Left standing in only my sports bra and panties, I flush with arousal as your eyes roam over my body appraisingly. My nipples are hard buds straining against the thin material while between my legs, the fabric is soaked through with my growing excitement. You reach out and run a finger along the edge of my panties, pausing to circle my navel before dipping lower. I suck in a sharp breath as your digit traces the contour of my pussy, the flimsy material doing little to hide my arousal from you.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” you growl, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

My core clenches at your words, and I moan in anticipation as you drop to your knees in the snow. The cold must be unbearable on your bare skin, but you don’t seem to notice or care as you push my panties aside and dive right into my soaked slit. Your tongue laps at my sensitive flesh, sending shocks of pleasure through me. You waste no time in finding my clit, sucking it gently between your lips and flicking it with your tongue until I’m writhing above you, crying out into the frigid air. My hands find purchase on your shoulders as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me. The cold is quickly forgotten as heat radiates from every inch of my body, centred around the spot where your mouth works its magic. My hips buck in time with the rhythm of your tongue, desperate for more friction.

You grasp my hips firmly to hold me still and give a final, long lick before standing up abruptly, leaving me panting and desperate for release. You walk slowly around me in a circle, eyes roving over every inch of my body as if committing it to memory. Your gaze stops at my breasts, and you reach out to cup them, weighing them in your palms. They’ve always been my most sensitive spots, and your touch sends shivers through me, making the nipples harden further. Using your thumbs, you roll my nipples gently between your fingers, giving an approving nod as they pebble even more under your scrutiny. You lean forward to take one taut peak into your mouth, sucking and licking until I’m sure the tip must be raw. You switch back and forth between each breast, tormenting me with slow, deliberate actions designed to drive me wild.

And it’s working. Heat pools low in my belly as your hands wander lower, palming my hips lightly before squeezing the globes of my ass. You pull me close, grinding your erection against my soaked panties and hissing in frustration. “Fucking hell, Jess,” you groan, “this is torture.”

I whimper in response, desperate to feel you inside me. I’ve wanted this for so long, imagined it countless times while touching myself in the dark. You’re right — it is torture, especially now that you’ve ignited my desire and left me aching for more. You seem to come to a decision as your hands move to the waistband of your pants, popping the button open with unnecessary force. The zip slides down with a loud hiss, and you kick off your boots and push your trousers down your thighs. Stepping out of them, you stand before me in only your boxer briefs, and my breath catches at the sight of your erection strain against the thin material.

You must see the desire reflected in my eyes because a smug grin stretches across your face. You grasp the elastic and push the briefs down your legs, freeing your hard cock from its confines. It springs out, thick and heavy, bobbing with each exhalation. My core throbs at the sight of you; I’ve missed this so much — the confident set of your shoulders, the way your eyes darken with lust, and the thick length of your cock, which seems even larger than I remember.

You grasp your cock firmly in one hand, giving it a few quick strokes before stepping close and pressing it against my soaking entrance. A low groan escapes you as you gaze into my eyes, seeing the desire and need reflected there.

“You sure about this?”

I nod mutely, unable to speak as my body cries out for yours. You push gently forward, the broad head of your penis slipping past the tight ring of my muscles. I gasp in delight as you slowly impale me, stretching and filling me in a way that’s both familiar and exciting. You pause when you’re halfway inside me, allowing me to adjust to your size before beginning a slow, deliberate pace. Each push sends another inch of you deeper into my body, and the sensation is indescribable as you fill me completely.

My hands grip your ass tightly, encouraging you on while my hips meet each thrust. The snow crunches beneath us with every movement, the stark contrast between the icy surroundings and our scorching passion heightening the experience. You lean forward, taking the opportunity to capture my lips in a searing kiss as you pick up the pace. Your tongue invades my mouth as your cock invades my pussy, the dual stimulation nearly sending me over the edge. I can feel my climax building with each thrust — it’s been so long since I’ve felt this good. You break away from the kiss with a groan and bend your head to my ear. “Come for me, Jess,” you growl, your hot breath sending shivers down my spine as your movements become more aggressive. That’s all it takes. My orgasm washes over me in waves, my core clenching tightly around you as I cry out into the crisp mountain air. You hold my gaze as you thrust deeply one last time, groaning loudly as you empty yourself within me.

We remain connected for several moments as we catch our breath, your weight resting on me gently. Finally, you pull out slowly and step back to admire your handiwork — or rather, my dishevelled appearance. My cheeks flush at the way you appraise me so boldly, taking in every detail from my heaving chest to my splayed legs. You reach down and wipe some of the snow from my skin before leaning forward to press a tender kiss to my forehead.

“You okay there, champ?”

I nod, still too breathless to speak as you help me into a sitting position and pull the discarded jacket around my shoulders. Your own clothing is in disarray, but you seem unbothered as you sit beside me, drawing me close for a sweet kiss. “That was… incredible,” I manage eventually, gazing up at you with a shy smile. You chuckle, running your hand affectionately through my hair. “Yeah, it’s been a while since I’ve had such an exciting skiing trip.”

I blush and look away, suddenly self-conscious, but you pull me back to face you, capturing my lips in another soft kiss. This one is slower, more affectionate than the others, and when you finally pull away, there’s a tender smile on your face.

“Let’s get back to the lodge; we must look quite the sight.”

I laugh, feeling incredibly light and giddy as I stand up unsteadily, still reeling from the most incredible impromptu tryst of my life. You take my hand and help me navigate the path, occasionally glancing down at me with that same affectionate smile. As we walk side by side through the pristine snow, I know without a doubt that this trip will be one for the books — and that I’ll definitely be needing another ski lesson very soon.