In the Trees, While Skiing

Late spring skiing.
June 1st.

Soft,
Wet snow.

Bright sun.

Dressed comfortably.
Sweater,
Jeans,
Very dark sunglasses,
And,
Sunblock;
Lots of sun block.

Lift lines were,
OK;
Almost no wait,
Especially if,
You were willing,
To share.

I was.

So was she.

Several runs together.

Matched,
Pretty well,
In ability.

Chatted,
At lunch.

After lunch,
She said,
“Follow me,
Through,
The trees.”

Just off,
The main slope,
Out of sight.

Shaded,
Quiet,
Comfortable;
You know?

She was in front of me,
Turned around,
Facing me.

Joking around,
I skied up to her,
My skies between hers,
Bumped into her.

Face to face,
I kissed her.

I heard a zipper,
My jean’s zipper,
Unzip,
Down.

I felt a hand,
Her hand,
Slide down,
Inside my briefs.

Quickly,
I unzipped her jeans,
Pealed them down,
Slid my hand,
Inside her bikini.

With our lips,
Locked.

With our hands busy.

It wasn’t long,
Before,
Her breathing,
Was coming,
In pants,
Matching my own.

When I felt,
A breeze on my butt,
From my briefs,
Being pushed down;
I did the same,
For her.

As tightly held together,
As her legs were,
By her jeans,
It wasn’t going to be,
Easy.

But with my hands,
Gripping her ass;
Her hand guiding,
My cock,
To the entrance,
Of her cunt;
Then both of her hands,
Grabbing my butt;
I was soon in,
Far enough,
To do the job.

It was mostly,
Hip action,
Grinding groins,
Against each other;
The head of my cock,
Moving an inch or two,
In and out of her cunt,
Rubbing against her clit.

It was enough.

I pushed in,
She gasped,
We both,
Well,
Finished,
You know?

A moment later,
She pushed herself back,
From me,
Pulled up her jeans,
Tucked herself in;
I did the same.

A quick kiss.

She was leading me,
Out of the trees.

As I caught up,
With her,
She whispered,
“That will have to do,
Until later.”

And skied on,
Down the slope.

I,
Frankly,
Eagerly,
Followed her.