Snow, Sex, Exhibitionism - Pt 2
Add: 19 February 2016 / 00:00
I am highly aroused, knowing that my blonde voyeur is watching us, hiding behind the curtains on the facing chalet.
Giselle cups my breasts, fondles them, pressing them together with loving tenderness. I feel them swell with pleasure, my pink nipples rising up and pointing towards the window.
Giselle bends and her tongue wanders over my areolae, circles my firm tits, licks me, sucks me and she bites my erect nipples. I moan under the attention of her soft lips, my nipples between her teeth, while her fingers play among my curly pubic hair and slide between my wet labia.
The curtain has moved again and I give myself fully to Giselle. She embraces me, hugs me, pulling me hard against her. Our lips meet in a long, seemingly endless kiss. I close my eyes. I surrender to her desire, to my lust.
Giacomo's breath is now on my neck, his strong hands on my hips and his hard sex against my buttocks. I open my legs and Giselle slides fingers between my sex petals, so wet with love and desire.
I hold onto the top of the armchair in front of the window, completely naked and offered to my unknown admirer. Her blonde braid has softly brushed against the pane, inviting me to go further for her.
I arch my back, offering my rump to Giacomo, an invitation to his beautiful and long, hard, erect cock. I am so wet that he penetrates deep into my vagina with a single hip thrust. I moan, a combination of pleasure and pain from this powerful thrusting.
He holds me by my hips; I cannot escape from his heavy pounding. He plunges into me, impales me, his balls flapping against my clit each time his sex spears me. Even deeper and faster, even harder, his shaft fills me and I push back against him. I moan, I shout, I comem and come. I explode, I forget.
With my hands grasping the top of the armchair, I steadily regain my breath. Giacomo's warm sperm is running down my thighs. I spread my legs wide for Giselle to slide under me. She licks me, drinking with passion and love, licking Giacomo's warm semen from my legs and between my thighs.
She swallows the last drops of his sperm, mingled with my own nectar which pours from my still fully opened sex.
My clit has become so sensitive that the slight touch of the tip of Giselle's tongue makes me shiver. I’m craving again for Giacomo's cock, for Giselle's hands, fingers and mouth. I cum again and she drinks from my sex fountain, kissing my flower. She licks it, sucks it, buries her face between my thighs.
I release the armchair and grasp her long hair. I press her face against my sex until I come against her. I collapse on the floor.
Giacomo swiftly undresses Giselle. I look up at her; she is now fully nude, so beautiful, so desirable. She smiles at me as she waits for him, and for me. She waits for us.
I fondle her breasts and kiss her while Giacomo plunges deep inside. She moans, offering herself and we take her; Giacomo as a man, myself as a woman. I rub my breasts against hers, I caress her, kiss her, my lips gliding over her curves. I lick her, bite her. I savour her and I devour her.
She explodes between our naked bodies, wave after wave of pleasure, a beautiful smile illuminating her face. She is happy; I love her.
Giacomo closes the window. Night is falling and a light is on behind the opposite chalet's curtains. I can see my voyeur's silhouette. She must know I am looking because she brushes past the curtain to let me see her. I am sure she is naked, the way her tits are standing out. God how beautiful she is! I desire her even more.
Night has fallen; Giacomo and Giselle are asleep in each other’s arms. I cannot sleep. I am thinking about my unknown lover. I stand and go quietly into the lounge and walk towards the window. There is no light on the chalet's balcony.
I open our French window. The night's cold seizes me, my nude body shivers under its bite. I cover my breasts with my warm hands. I wait, I hope.
The curtains have moved. In the dimness, barely illuminated by the street's lamps, I finally see her face, framed by her two lovely blonde braids. From her sensual mouth, she blows me some kisses and waves me to go to sleep. I send back kisses and retreat into the warmth.
I snuggle in my bed, buried under the duvet. I think of her and I fondle myself, imagining it’s her hands on my breasts, between my thighs, her mouth on mine. I come and only then do I sleep.
I wake up with the sun's first rays of the day. Giacomo and Giselle are still sleeping. Naked, I enter the lounge and walk to the window. I keep looking for my beautiful voyeur but nothing moves. I am disappointed. Suddenly, the chalet's front door opens; it's her. She looks up, smiles, waves at me and walks away.
I cannot let her go like this. I haven’t time to properly dress or she will be gone. I step into my ski trousers, shrug on my ski jacket and snow boots and run down the stairs to try to catch up with her in the street.
But she is already so far away. I run in the snow but I cannot call out to her; I don't even know her name. I get closer, only twenty yards… I don't see the treacherous icy patches that lurk under the snow. I let out a piercing cry while falling down heavily on my bottom, then on my back, my head banging on the ground. My sight blurs, sounds become distorted, muffled, the light is red, yellow, blue, dark…
I open my eyes. An angel’s face with worried blue eyes and framed by two pretty blonde braids, leans over me. She is finally here, with me. I am happy.
I stand, but with difficulty. My hips hurt as well as my elbow and shoulder. The snow on the pavement has not been able to cushion my fall. She helps, allowing me to lean against her.
We introduce ourselves. My angel's name is Heidi. We smile each other. She tells me that I need to see a doctor.
While walking me to the doctor, Heidi tells me that she was born here and that she’s a skiing instructor. Her voice is as sweet and gentle as her gaze. I succumb to her charm. We do not talk about yesterday, the balcony, and I feel like I’ve known her for always. I feel so good with her.
We arrive at the doctor's office which was only a hundred yards away. Heidi helps me to walk up the stairs and opens the door. The waiting room is empty and nobody at the reception. It is too early. Heidi calls and a young and handsome man appears from out of the next room.
His name is Hans and he is a doctor. He kisses Heidi on her cheeks and she blushes, looking at me. After all the very intimate things that happened between us, she is embarrassed by that simple kiss in front of me!
Girls are like this. I know because I am capable of doing the most daring things and yet I blush for the most innocent ones.
We enter the doctor's office. He asks me to take off my jacket and my ski pants to examine me.
It's my turn to blush. "I... I'm naked under my jacket and pants,” I say. “I did not have the time to dress better this morning."
Hans replies, "Don't worry, I am a doctor, I am used to it."
Heidi smiles. She understands why I’m wearing so few clothes and, obviously, the thought of seeing me naked again in front of her, is pleasing her.
I suddenly feel so aroused to be getting naked again in front of her, and the handsome young doctor.
"Heidi, it still hurts me,” I say, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “Can you help me undress?"
"With pleasure, Claire."
To be continued...
--- With my affectionate thanks to my friend JWren for editing ---