I landed in that rustic chalet in the Bernese Oberland. Old wood, time-worn patina. Warm, welcoming. Big bed with thick feather duvet. Smells like fresh hay in the tiny shower room. Girlfriend ditched me for my best mate. Double gut punch. Fuck it. Snow’s thin this late season. Blue skies, postcard perfect. Skiing cautious, rocks poking through. Heart heavy, but slopes clear my head.
Then she hits me. ‘Excuse me, better snow up there?’ Avalanche of wild brown curls spilling from white wool beanie. Face lit with a wicked grin. Not stunning, but pure magnetism pulls me in. Noon. I blurt, ‘Lunch?’ She beams. Ten minutes later, side by side on sunny terrace. Her tits sway free under that tight wool sweater. No bra. Fuck.
The Awakening
‘You come here often?’ She laughs. ‘Lame!’ Tutoiement instant. Bold. Local girl, sports shop gig, day off. Bombs chest at me. ‘Like the gear?’ Nipples poke fabric. ‘Both, captain,’ she teases. I reach. She dodges playful. ‘Look, don’t touch. Fragile stock.’ Pulse races. Heat builds low. This stranger’s fire ignites my cock. Transgression buzz. No one knows. Just us.
Afternoon melts together. Killer skier. Leads to off-piste. Danger signs scream. ‘Scared?’ Malicious pout. ‘Dinner if you follow.’ Heart hammers. Her ass carved tight in ski pants. I shadow, lungs burning. She slows for my gasps. Eternity down that chute. Safe at bottom. Skis off. Long, deep kiss. Lips soft, hungry. ‘Proud of you.’ Cock throbs. Forbidden rush peaks.
Dinner sharp eight. Me in cords, Norwegian sweater. Her? Skin-tight turtleneck, every curve hugged. Tits locked down now. Thick pants hide panty lines. Hair ponytailed, shy vibe. Listens to my bullshit. Free man now, I say. She eyes me amused, hungry. Night flies.
The Raw Act
Out. She swaps heels for boots, organized as hell. Grabs my arm. ‘Lead on.’ To my chalet. ‘Thanks, I live here.’ ‘Me too. Tonight.’ Stunned. Pulls me in, kisses fierce. Stairs two at a time. Jacket flies. Tits bounce free again. Nipples rigid tents. ‘Inspect the goods, captain?’ Fingers graze. She yelps, arches.
Crash into duvet. Hands roam. Skin silky, pearled vanilla. Dive between tits, valley warm. Down belly. Pussy calls. Musky spice hits nose. Strong, primal. Cock iron. Never smelled hunger like this. Lips part slick folds. She bucks, claws sheets. ‘Fuck yes!’ Tongue dives. Juices flood. Salty-sweet. Fingers plunge. Gushy tight. She screams, thighs clamp.
Flip her. Cock slams home. Wet heat grips. Pound hard. Slaps echo. Tits jiggle wild. ‘Deeper!’ Peaks crash. Cum floods her. Again. Flip. Ride me reverse. Ass cheeks ripple. Finger her tight pucker. She howls, quakes. Sweat slicks us. Hours blur. Raw, endless fuck.
‘Excuse me…’ Reality snaps. Her boyfriend rolls up in red suit. ‘Coming, honey? Pistes suck here.’ Winks at me, saucy moue. Gone. Einstein nailed it. Eternity on hot stove. Bliss second with hottest girl. My secret. Dared the dream. Thrill lingers. No regrets.