Hi,
It has been almost 30 years ago that I had an amazing love/sex experience on a ski-trip. I was 17 back then. I decided to write it up for you to enjoy. Because I want this story to be as complete as possible, I decided to write it in episodes. Today is episode 1 of this true story. All comments are welcome...

John
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Monique
Episode 1

My story happened in March 1989. I was almost 17 at that moment and because of my extensive skiing experience, I wanted to become a licensed ski-instructor for local travel organisations. I applied and got the invitation to follow a one-week course in the Swiss Alps to determine if I was good enough to become ski-instructor. When I arrived in the village high in the Alps, it became clear I was part of a group of 8 young men - or boys ;-) - who would be instructed and tested by a Swiss ski-instructor. Since he was only speaking German and all of us did not speak German fluently, the organisation decided that an already graduated ski-instructor from Holland who speaks German would join our group to handle any language obstacles.

Our group met in the lobby of the hotel and we were told our "senior" instructor would meet us here. Our group consisted of 17 to 18 year old boys and for most of us it was the first trip abroad alone. After waiting 10 minutes, most of us got impatient and some wanted to try and hit the bar to see if we could score some beer, despite our age. I was going to turn 17 in just a couple of days, which made me the youngest guy in the group.

Just when we decided we could also meet our instructor later, the door swung open. A cold rush of air and snow blew inside and along came a classy young lady in warm but elegant coat and a hat lined with fur. She walked up to our group and said ; "Hi, you must be my group this week! I am Monique. Nice to meet you." She took of her coat and hat, which set her long blond curly hair free. Her face was angel-like and radiated confidence and joy. I guess eight young men fell instantly in love - at least that was what happened to me. The awkward silence that followed proved that I was not the only one who was impressed by her appearance. Hormones pumped through my body like never before... Only a few brain cells remained master of the situation and begged me to say something to break the silence.

- "Nice to meet you too! My name is John."

I felt my face glowing, so I knew I was blushing... I could not force myself to say anything more, since my throat was feeling strangled. I was not the boy who was the most out-going, nor the best looking in the group, but somehow I was the only one who was aware we were all staring at this beauty with open mouths.

- "And who are your other colleagues ?" She winked to me.

The others awoke out of their daydreams and realized the messy situation. The seven others started to present themselves at the same moment, so the result was a real cacophony, which led to more embarrassment...

- "OK guys, let's go to the bar to meet properly!", she said and headed for the bar.

Eight boys followed her like chicks following mother Duck... One of the other boys, Eric, looked at me and his lips said "wooow" without producing any sound. His eyes went quickly back to her back and so did mine. Monique was holding her coat over her arm and we were hypnotized by her swinging hips in her sexy jeans. She was wearing black pumps and a warm but tight sweater. Gracious femininity ...

She ordered 9 beers at the bar and with the first alcohol, the atmosphere became less tense. Everyone presented themselves and Monique told some things about herself. She was 23, lived in the Netherlands, was going to graduate from university in June and was already 5 years a ski-instructor. When she was talking, I kinda sucked her in with my eyes. Her lips were full and shined in pink lipstick. Her face was angel-like with big dark blue eyes and long lashes. Long, blond hair with big curls caressed the side of her face. From time to time she put her hair behind her ear with an elegant move. Her sweater was brown, interwoven with gold twines. It was tight around her body with a high collar. My eyes uncontrollably were sucked to her breasts. You know how 17 year old boys are... Full of hormones and a wild fantasy... My experience with girls was fairly limited and I was still a virgin. I knew about girls from the "pages in between" in Playboy and Penthouse ;-)

With my eyes stuck on her chest, my mind started undressing her. In my imagination I witnessed her voluptuous rack dangling as she draped her blond hair behind her ear. The situation between my legs became clearly visible. Instead of trying to avoid thinking about this any further, I just crossed my legs and enjoyed further. I imagined her in several "centrefold" positions, until I was warned by a certain part of my brain that, if I went on, something was going to happen and it would not be able to conceal by just crossing my legs...

So I changed to observing the facts : she definitely had bra size 80E (in US terms a 36D). My mother had a lingerie shop in our house and as a child (until I was 10) I often played in the shop when my mom was working. Over time, I overheard so many dressing room conversations between my mom and her customers about their bra size, that I developed a certain gift to be able to guess the bra size when a woman entered the shop. I kept this to myself, but in the end I could check what the actual size was she bought and usually I was spot on. In school, when I was between the age of 12 and 15, my ability was common knowledge and my classmates often brought photos of their moms or sisters asking me their bra size. My answer usually generated wide open eyes and admiring laughter. Some classmates thought I was a kind of hidden lover who had tons of experience with handling girls boobs ; a thought that I left living in their minds ;-) The reality was that I never even touched any boobs in my life...

After about one hour, Monique left us, remembering us to be at the ski-lift at 9 AM the day after. When her inviting hips disappeared behind the wooden bar door, the dirty talk could start.

- "This is one hell of a lady!"

- "Have you seen those tits ????"

- "If I could only be that sweater!"

- "My god, I never had such a boner in my whole life!"

- "She can ride mine any time!"

These were some of the comments made in the minutes after she left. I noticed that the tone was - somewhat - more "pronounced" than when she was talking with us... When she was there we were good, decent boys, when she was gone we were all experienced porn-actors ;-)

- "Her package is awesome. Hips, tits, face, ass... It's all in proportion.", said Tom.

- "Those knockers keep chasing me in my mind", said Eric.

- "Same here!", I confessed.

- "Never seen such a big pair on such a skinny girl. She must have a G-cup...", stated Hans.

- "No way. She has an 80E.", I said without thinking.

Seven pair of eyes looked at me.

- "How do you know ????"

- "Just trust me. She has an 80E. Wanna bet?"

hey looked at each other, not sure what to think.

- "If she has another size, I will buy you all a drink on the last evening."

- "I am on!" "Me too" ...

- "But if I am right, you need to bring me her bra. I don't care how you do it, but I want to have it in my hands on Friday."

They looked at me with big eyes, but in the end they agreed, because they estimated the chance I was right to be extremely small.


That night in my bed. I thought about the day and Monique's lovely body. All I hoped was that my secret gift would bring me a bra worn by Monique by the end of the week.

I fell asleep, but tossed and turned in my bed and by 4:30 AM I was fully awake and Monique was still in my head. How cold I manage this? I need my sleep because I wanted to show the best of myself this week and get this certification. Monique was going to limit my chances if I could not get a hold on myself. I tried to sleep again, but by 5:30 I gave up. Maybe a swim in the hotel pool would cool me down. With my thoughts between heaven and hell (depending whether I saw Monique as a gift of God or a creature who would keep me away of my goal), I walked down the hotel corridor. I decided that Monique was out of my league : she was just too beautiful, 6 years older than me and would just not be interested in such an inexperienced boy just out of puberty...

Glad about my decision and the rest in my head, I arrived at the pool and got changed. An hour of exercise would do me good. But when I walked out of the changing room, I get thrown back in time. Monique was sitting on the side of the pool. She was testing the water by dripping some water over her chest.

Panic !! This was a nightmare scenario : being unprepared one-on-one with this attractive woman!

- "Oh hi John!"

Too late to disappear. She noticed me. Heart racing, heartbeat in my ears.

- "Hi Monique.", I said, asking myself if my voice was trembling, "I didn't think to find you here at this hour."

- "I know. I didn't sleep well.", she said, while she bent down, scooped some water and poured it over her chest.

She was wearing a turquoise bikini which was only held up by a very thin string, knotted together behind her neck. The decision of minutes ago was put to the dustbin in a microsecond.

- "You?"

- "Oh, I workout in the morning.", I lied.

I suddenly was aware that this was not really believable, since I was not really muscular or impressive.

She got up and lined up to dive into the water. Her bikini knickers were already wet and sticked to her well-formed bottom. Above her nice ass, her lines curved in to a slim waist. Looking at her from behind, she stood on the tip of her feet and held her arms straight above her head. Her majestic boobs were visible even from behind ; they peaked out on the side in their turquoise jackets. My dick started growing in my small speedo (yes, boxers did not exist yet). I needed to act quickly or this was going to become embarrassing. Monique graciously dove into the water and I decided to do the same before she re-surfaced. The water would be my lifeline. I surfaced about 2 meters from her.

- "Ooh shoot!", she cursed, "I forgot I wore a bikini!" and started laughing.

Looking at her I could see she no longer had he string around her neck. The shock of entering the water had loosened the bow in her neck. Through the moving water I could see the turquoise colour had disappeared on her boobs. instead I saw her big tits with nice big nipples through the water !!! Underneath her tits I saw the two triangles of her bikini in the inside flesh colour. Unsure what to do, I started swimming, pretending to not have seen anything. I hoped that if I would concentrate on swimming, my thumping erection would go away, but I could not take my eyes off the situation.

Unable to stand in the deep, she swam to the stairs and just got out as if nothing happened. Being at the end of the pool, I could see her sideways. Her bikini flaps were hanging down on her belly while she pulled herself up the ladder. Her beautiful tits were as perfect as I imagined them yesterday. These big boobs defied gravity while bouncing up and down with each step she took on the ladder. I witnessed everything in slow motion, thankful for this wonderful occasion.

She turned to me, exposing the full wealth of her rack to me.

- "I usually wear a bathing suit to go swimming, but I must have been distracted when packing."

I smiled back while she fastened the strings behind her neck. Her big nipples disappeared again behind their turquoise lining. This time she went into the water via the ladder and we spent 15 minutes swimming. Then she went sitting on the side and gestured to come and sit beside her.

I was happy my pounding cock was eased by the physical exercise, so I could

exit the water without risk. For the first time I felt at ease sitting beside her. We talked for about an hour about ourselves and joked a lot. Monique was very open and I got to know that she was single for the moment and that she put all her attention now to graduating in June. I told her I hoped that I could get my certification by the end of the week so I could earn some extra money being a ski-instructor.

When we went to the changing room, she went on talking to me from her cabin. I heard her wet bikini fall to the ground and instantly my cock was awake again. I wished I was with her inside the cabin. 1000s of things come to my mind about what I want to do with this girl. Her whole body : boobs, nipples, hips, ass and pussy flash through my mind. If I would have touch myself, my semen would be dripping from the wall !

Only with a lot of focus, I could get a hold of myself again and get dressed. Monique was waiting outside the pool area. I lost myself in her magnificent smile.

- "See you at 9!", she smiled and wandered away in the opposite direction.

I had made up my mind twofold : 1) by the end of the week I would have this amazing girl and 2) she definitely had an 80E.

End of Episode 1
Please leave me comments if you want to read how it continues...
John

 

Episode 2

At the breakfast table, the talking point was again Monique. Clearly hormones were not washed away by the night.

- "And I know something you guys do not know...", Eric said.

- "Go on !"

- "She sleeps in room 15!"

- "That's across the hall from me. I am in 14 !!!" Tom looked like his room being across the corridor meant he had a pass key to her room.

- "How do you know, Eric?", Gerard asked.

- "Well, I went to the pool this morning and crossed her in the hall. Her hair was wet so I think she also came from the pool. Afterwards she entered in room 15. But before that she said "hello" very nicely to me..."

- "Woohooo! Have we got a winner?", Bart stated teasingly.

This went on all along the breakfast. I had a hard time not shouting out I met her in the pool, we talked for an hour and ... I saw her boobs in full glory. Instead I smiled and enjoyed.

- "Do not forget about our bet, John. Start saving your money for an evening of drinks for us!"

- "No, you all should start thinking about how you will deliver me her bra! Are you going to ask for it or just steal it from her room? You know the room number now..."

- "I will hand it over to you after I spent the night with her!", Tom said overconfidently.


After breakfast, everybody dressed up and we met at the ski-lift in the village. Just besides the lift, was a door with a sign "Skischule" above it. When it opened two persons came out in the typical red ski-instructor overalls. The first one was a 2 meter tall moustached man and behind him I saw the radiant face of Monique. She was as elegant in the ski overall as in her jeans of last night. She must have had her hair pinned up, fitting inside a big woollen bonnet.


- "I am Christian, your instructor and examinator for this week.", said the moustache in German, "And this is Monique. I heard you met already yesterday. Monique will be my assistant and will translate if needed. Any questions?"

We were back again to a good, timid bunch of boys, a long way from the hormone-loaded herd from last night... So no questions

The day went on and everybody tried to impress Christian and mostly Monique with his skiing abilities. Monique remained very professional and was keeping somewhat more distance to us. Moreover, we noticed she had a lot of interest in Christian.

At lunch we were sitting at a table of 8 and Monique and Christian were sitting apart from us. The atmosphere was a bit down at our table.

- "Hey guys, we got carried away. She is 5 to 6 years older than we are... What did we think?"

- "I think you are right, John. Let's just make the best out of the week. We still have the nice view !", said Gerard.

Most just nodded and swallowed any ambition remaining. I must say I was a bit naughty when putting this on the table. It was my intention to limit competition this week. As an inexperienced virgin in bed, I wanted to get this lady hooked but had no idea how. Avoiding any competition made things a little easier I thought.

My words did not miss their effect. In the afternoon everyone was focussed on the skiing without any special attention to the female side of the house... Except for me. While skiing I had a constant erection, because I could not restrain myself from undressing her in my mind. I still remember I even thought how her pussy would look like (would it be hairy or nicely trimmed? Would she be wet when thinking about 8 men in her neighbourhood? How would she taste and smell?). To a 17 year old these are all very relevant things to think about when taking a downhill run ;-)

Christian stopped at a sidetrack of the slope, which was closed off with a white and red plastic ribbon.

- "This slope was part of the Olympic downhill run in 1948 here. We have prepared the downhill slope of about 800 meters with 10 poles. Let's see what you can do on this part of the slope. Your time will be registered. I will go first. Look at my lines. Monique will come as last. You will start when I lower my ski pole. Questions?"

He didn't even wait for an answer and speeded past all of the poles without any hesitation. Before the slope went into the forest he stopped. A large cloud of snow dust told us he must have had a very high speed. He put his ski pole in the air and Tom stood ready to start. When Christian lowered his ski pole, Tom took off. One by one we were going to get our chance. I was the last one in the row.

When Monique and me were alone up there, my mind started drifting away again. I looked back at her and noticed her ever-lasting subtle smile. My God, how would I ever be able to get this beauty hooked? I felt my cock growing between my legs, just by the sheer look upon her body. Focus, John, I said to myself, this is important ! I looked back at Christian and saw his hand go down.

- "Go, Tiger!"

Monique's words broke the last bit of focus I had. Did she call me "Tiger"? Hmm, maybe she was interested in me any way? Why would she say that if she had no interest in me? Was this going the be the luckiest week in my life? It's a fact, I will definitely lose my virginity here in the Swiss Alps with Monique. She was so perfect! In an instant I saw back the picture of Monique climbing out of the pool this morning, her lovely tits bouncing with each step....

And then it happened : I overlooked an icy spot in a curve and I crashed big-time. I fell sideways and landed hard on my hip. Immediately I felt a burning sensation on my side, while I was still sliding at big speed to the side of the slope. I came to a violent halt in the loose snow. Snow entered my mouth and nose and it was even pushed in between my gloves and my overall. A bit dizzy, I wanted to get up but felt all my strength flowing away when I realised what had lead to this. Monique rushed to me and took off her skis.

- "Are you ok ????"

- "Yes, I am." I said annoyed, "Damned, how is this possible?"

Monique kneeled besides me. Her deep blue eyes looked right into mine.

- "Are you in pain somewhere?"

- "I fell on my hipbone in the icy area up there. But it think it is ok. Just a bruise, I think."

- "Can you stand up?"

I saw real compassion in her eyes. she looked like a young, sexy version of a caring mother.

I stood up, while she helped me. But when I moved my body, my thermal underwear slid over the bruised area which gave a sharp pain.

Monique helped me to put on my skis and we both skied to the group waiting downhill. Monique was talking to Christian and quickly he decided I should have my hip looked at in the village.

- "What a crash, man", Eric said with compassion.

- "That didn't look good!" Gerard's grin around his lips told me he considered me as one "opponent out"

I tried to do like it didn't hurt and it wasn't such a big deal, but inside I could cry. How could I be so immature? How could it let my hormones do this to me ?????

Monique and I skied down to the mountain station of the cable car, which would bring us down to the village. Once there, I sat down on a bench, while Monique went talking to one of the supervisors of the cable car. The pain and disappointment made me really depressed. I could have cried like a baby. Was this already the end of my skiing career? And were my overactive sexual imagination and immaturity responsible for blowing this chance? Clearly the answer was "yes". All I could do was burry my face into my wet gloves...

A few moments later I heard Monique's ski boots approaching. I swallowed my grief away and looked at her.

- "It's Sunday...", she said, "The local doctor is not working. The only alternative is the hospital, but that will cost you an expensive taxi ride."

- "That won't be necessary. It's only a bruise. In the hotel they will have some first aid material if needed." I tried to show confidence, because I realized it was rather my soul that needed care than my hip.

- "I will look at it in the hotel." she said.

I looked up clearly surprised.

- "John, I am almost a master in physiotherapy. I know what to look for and how to treat injuries." She said it a bit annoyed as if I doubted her competence. Physiotherapy, that made sense.

- "Of course. I did not know you were a physiotherapist."

- "I told you guys yesterday in the bar." she said raising her eyebrows.

- "Of course, sorry."

I lied that. I did not capture that at all yesterday. I must have been staring around her body and her perfect boobs. Another proof men are not able to multi-task ;-)

In the mean time the cable car arrived and the driver opened the double door. When I stood up I again felt the pain of the fabric of my underwear on the bruised area. I moaned slightly and Monique came to me to help me get fully up. Her arm around me felt good, as a bandage on my soul.

On the way down we exchanged no words. I was ashamed of myself and was determined to get a hold of myself and make sure I got my license by the end of the week. That was my goal now! Nothing else.

When we walked out of the cable car, she must have noticed my depressed feelings.

- "Hey John, it's not over. You will get there! But first we need to make sure you are ok on the physical side. I have a first aid kit in my suitcase. I will have a look at it in my room."

I looked up in surprise. She noticed that, but misjudged the reason of my surprise.

- "It's a professional deformation to take that on every trip I take.", she smiled.

I nodded, but internally I was on red alert. This beauty would take me to her Walhalla, room 15. Me alone... Fresh hormones pushed away any pain or depressed feelings, but a small voice in my mind reminded me on how I got in this situation. Not again!

Be mature, John! Monique is going to do this professionally. Act likewise. And get your mind out of the gutter! How could this beauty be interested in me anyhow, so stop torturing yourself. You have everything to lose if you make advances, so FORGET it... Hefty internal conversations in my mind. Just when I made up my mind and decided to be the good guy and block away any feelings in the process, panic hit me. My bruised hip was about 20 centimetres away from the center of my manhood. Don't get a boner when she touches you! DON'T GET A BONER! If this would happen, I would make me ridiculous to the end of times. And what about the embarrassment? My God, I need to control myself! My heart started racing in my chest. Maybe I should propose I will treat it myself? Yes, that's maybe the safe side. Yes, that definitely is the best option. Tell her now! Meanwhile we were standing in front of the door of room 15 and Monique was searching for her key.

- "Monique, I... eh..." My throat was squeezed by my nerves and I could not produce anything more.

She didn't even react to me. The door swung open and Monique went in. I still stood in the doorway.

She looked at me over her shoulder.

- "Come in and close the door. Let's get this done."

Her calm professional tone made my heart race just a little bit slower. Just enough to control myself and do as she told me.

- "Take off your ski-overall, while I take my stuff."

She disappeared in her bathroom and closed the door. I looked around in her tidy room. Immediately I noticed a classy set of lingerie hanging off of a chair beside her bed. Don't think about that! Don't even look at it, you moron! Do as you are told and don't think about anything sexy or you will be sorry, John. My conscience did its best to control the situation, get it over with and be gone.

I unzipped my overall and stepped out of it. When I saw myself in the mirror in the room, I knew I did not have to worry that Monique would fall for my physical appearance. I wore long white thermal underwear which was not really flattering. This made it a lot easier to put down the last feelings in the lower parts of my body.

I also noticed a big red spot on my hip. Blood went through my short and my thermal underwear. Clearly, it needed treatment. When I opened the elastic band of my long thermal trousers, I saw an even larger red spot on my underpants. The blood was already brownish.

At that moment, Monique came out of the bathroom. She had changed her ski clothes for the jeans she wore last night and a wide loose sweater. Her bare feet sunk deep in the lush carpet. In her hands she held a red first aid kit with a white cross on it. In a flash I noticed she did not wear any bra underneath her sweater. Her hard nipples were clearly pronounced through the textile. The fabric of her sweater draped down from her tits. She looked so hot! Her smile was charming as always, but changed into a worried frown when she noticed the blood on my trousers.

- "Looks more serious than I thought. Take off these trousers."

Her serious tone was a gift to me. I felt like I was in the office of my usual doctor, where there was no place for thoughts of her sumptuous rack. I obeyed her orders and stepped out of my trousers. She looked carefully at the large bloodstain on my underwear. She carefully fold over the elastic band of my underpants and tried to pull the fabric loose. The sharp pain was back.

- "It has dried up already, but now the fabric is stuck to it. I will try to get it loose with some warm water."

When she went to the bathroom, I got again a fine look at her nicely formed bottom in her jeans. When she came back she had a wet towel with her, went on her knees beside me and started pressing the wet towel on red spot in my underpants A burning sensation came up.

- "Now we have to wait a little..." She looked up to me and again I saw the young, sexy caring mother in her look.

After about a minute, she looked up to me again.

- "Let's try to get it off. I will do this quickly, but it might hurt..."

I did not get a lot of time to prepare myself. With a controlled pull she pulled the side of my underpants down 10 centimetres. A sharp pain reached my brain. I looked down and saw fresh blood seeping out of the burning wound. I inhaled deeply while Monique reached for a bottle of peroxide and sterile bandages. Carefully she started to disinfect the wound. I looked at it with warm, pleasant feelings.

- "You're lucky. It's only an abrasion. Might also be quite blue in the morning and you will also feel a bit stiff tomorrow, but that's because of the aftershock of the fall. Let's get a bandage on this now."

I nodded. Looking down at her on her knees beside me was a wonderful view. I saw her lovely face with the curves of her generous rack below it. But then I also noticed my underpants with the left side quite bit lower than the right side. The difference even showed some pubic hair of mine...

Control yourself... Do not get an erection... You can do this...

While I was trying to master the situation, Monique started to cut off a piece of sterile fabric. Carefully she folded it, applied some kind of balm to it and gently pressed it against the wound. It felt somewhat cold and eased the pain. She did everything so softly, which brought my hormones back into play. My inner battle between brain and balls did not last long. This time my body decided it had waited long enough. Instantly I felt my cock growing in my underpants. Complete panic! While Monique was cutting tape on the bed, I tried to bring my attention to something else... anything would do! I started looking around the room, but my eyes found her lingerie. I looked away and saw her from behind, bent over the bed. In full disbelief I looked down on my crotch and saw my dick in full glory peeking in the inside of my underpants. You could even look into my pants from the side... I realized I had seconds before she would return to me, but found no solution. She returned to me. My face went red in a second.

- "OK, almost done.", was the only thing she said.

Was it possible she didn't notice my gigantic boner? Or did she just ignore it? That should be it : she was definitely not interested in a younger man like me and was so professional to ignore my rudeness of having surprised her with a boner in front of her face. For a second time today my brain kicked in and said : don't tell me I didn't warn you...

- "I'd like to take care of this one too, John.", she said while caressing my cock through my underwear.

I captured her voice in slow motion. Did she really say what I heard??? I looked down at her perfect face My erection jumped in my pants as if it was telling me to yell "YES!"

- "Unless you don't feel like it...", she asked a bit anxious because I did not say anything.

- "Oh, by all means, yes!", I said, overmanned with sexual tension.

That lovely smile re-appeared on her face, while she got up, closed her eyes and wetted her lips. A moment later her soft lips touched mine and our tongues met. Meanwhile her hand slid in my pants and took a firm grip on my thumping cock.

- "Oh yeah...", she moaned in my mouth.

I still could not believe this was actually happening. I was about to lose my virginity here and now in room 15.

She started pushing me back until the back of my legs stood against the side of the bed. Another gentle push made me fall to the luxurious soft bed. I looked up to her in her loose sweater. My God, she's divine! With a gracious move her arms went behind her back and pulled the sweater over her head. When the sweater released her boobs, they bounced graciously back into place. Her nipples were nice and already hard in anticipation. Her areolas were chocolate coloured and a little bigger than what I had seen in magazines before. The trio of her face and boobs looking at me was one of the best and most exciting views I had in my entire life.

- "Now let me see the man I want to meet!", while she winked to me. She grabbed my underpants and pulled it off in one motion. My willing cock jumped out of his containment and stood proudly up. She kneeled between my legs at the side of the bed She took my manhood in her had and kissed the side of my shaft. Her warmth made my cock jump, while I moaned deeply. Several very tender kisses later, Monique worked her way to the top and looked long and deep in my eyes. I sustained myself on my elbows behind me to avoid missing one single view of this. While holding the base of my thumping shaft, her soft lips touched the head of my cock. She gave me several gentle kisses this way, until suddenly her mouth opened and my cock disappeared deep inside her warm mouth. The whole time her eyes did not leave mine. Hormones raced through my blood like never before. The feeling was so intense...

- "Ooh Monique, yeah, please go on!", I begged in total extasy.

this was the sign for her to move up the rhythm : she pulled her lips back until my cockhead re-appeared, before she gently devoured it again. A few powerful strokes brought me in sexual Walhalla. She blowed me so intensely, I would never keep this very long. And she was also blowing me deeper and deeper, until my pole was halfway in her mouth. Don't cum! Make it last! But I was no match for her skilled technique. Less than a minute after she started (maybe it was only half a minute), I started breathing very heavy and realized this was an ending game.

- "Oh God, I am going to cum..." and seconds later I blew my salty load deep in her mouth, while I moaned loudly for everyone to hear. The explosion of sexual energy was immense. Wave after wave of hot cum flowed from deep in my loin to her throat. Monique continued to blow me deeply until I gave her my last drop.

With my cock still inside her warm lips she looked at me with these dark blue eyes. She sucked her cheeks in when she took her lips of the head of my cock, but somehow some drops of semen trickled down the corner of her mouth. She closed her eyes for a split second, while she clearly swallowed my load ... twice. This must be heaven! A lush smile appeared around her lovely mouth, while my body went into recovery.

- "Oh Monique..." Those were the first words I could actually produce.

- " I noticed you needed that." she joked and installed herself by my side on the bed. Again she caressed my softening cock in a real nice way. She looked at me and our lips and tongues met. I could still notice my taste in her. Without saying a word she laid her head on my chest while she massaged my balls. My body was so relaxed after my climax, it felt like I was sinking into the mattress. Monique had taken my virginity in a wonderful way, but I should not rest until I had given her what she deserved. My hands started going through her blond hair and she looked up.

- "You want more?", she asked with a grin on her face.

- "That was magnificent, Monique. You clearly deserve a reward !"

I had no plan in my mind, but soon Monique would show me how she wanted her reward. She jumped off of me and stood in front of the bed in her tight jeans and her nude breasts still staring at me. She unbuttoned her jeans and soon I could witness her beautiful legs. She wore a red thong. with semi transparent fabric on the front. Through it, it showed a small bush of pubic hair. Could this get any better ?

She cam sitting on her knees beside me and to my surprise she flipped a leg over my body, showing her bottom in front of my face. Bending over, her soft lips again reached my cock, which was trying to get back into shape after the climax a couple of minutes ago. Slowly she devoured my half-hard dick completely. A couple of seconds later my cock was back to full glory and ready for her warm mouth ...again. While she generously devoted her skillful lips to my cock, I could not take my eyes off her magnificent ass with the red thong in front of my eyes. I discarded all of my reserves and my animal instincts took over. I pulled the red string down and admired the view : a pair of cleanly shaven labia with a pronounced clit underneath and a star-shaped little asshole above. Instinctively I grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down. My tongue slipped in between her labia where they discovered her generously flowing pussy nectar. Her body started shaking and for a moment she stopped blowing me. She moaned deeply before she carried on. Each tie my tongue touched her sensitive clit her body shook uncontrollably. Her juices were like nothing I tasted before : friends had told me all kinds of stories about eating a woman's pussy and not all were positive, but this was just so right! I sucked her clit so energetic she needed a break and lifted her body up somewhat until I could witness her action between her legs. Her boobs were dangling from her body and in between these massive knockers I saw her lips going up and down over my swollen shaft. I could not take advantage of this exciting view. She lowered her body back so I could continue my oral treatment. I pulled her back violently and buried my tongue as deep in her vagina as I could. My whole face was buried between her butt cheeks and my nose pushed against her butthole. I heard a deep "mmmmmmm" which encouraged me to keep it up. Rhythmic I devoted my attention to her clit and her vagina. This had its effect. Her juices flowed even more and my whole face was covered in it. She adapted her rhythm to mine and soon we were in a rollercoaster which could only lead to a double orgasm. When I sucked in her clit and let my tongue fool around with it, she gave up all resistance. She moaned deeply, still sucking my dick. Her hand helped her mouth in bringing my cock to a second orgasm today. My muscles started contracting in my lower body while she climaxed. Again a full load of semen shot into her warm mouth. Moments after all tension left her body and her head fell onto my pelvis. Her pussy was pushed against my face. The smell of pussy juice and sweat was awesome.

I do not know how long we were there like that, but it could have been for eternity for me. When we finally disentangled, it was 4 pm.

- "I think you also needed that, Monique." I joked. She smiled back at me.

- "John, this must remain a secret. No one can know. Especially not Christian. If he would know you and I would be in trouble. Do you understand?"

- "Yes, sure."

- "I like you very much but sometimes things are too complex and too sensitive to become public."

- "Of course, Monique. You can be sure of my secrecy."

- "We will see how things work out. The guys will be back from the slopes soon, you have to get out here."

I jumped into my clothes and headed for the door. One more short kiss and I was in the corridor. Unreal. This was fucking unreal! I smiled ear to ear when I entered my room.


End episode 2

 

part 3 would be good

 

Any interest in episode 3? Or can I save myself the effort of talking for the archives of the internet? ;-)
John

 

On general request,I decided to continue to document my week in March 1989 further. Please notice, all conversations were in Dutch and also English is not my mothertongue, so you might find some strange language or misconstructed phrases... Sorry in advance for this. A fourth episode is in the making and that will be the last. Enjoy the story.
John

Episode 3

That night during dinner, my fellow mates questioned me about what happened this afternoon. I could hardly suppress my radiant smile, but was aware what I promised Monique.

- "So you can continue tomorrow?" I saw almost disappointment in Gerard's facial expression.

- "Yes, sure. It's only a bruise with some burning of the skin. I will be all right."

- "But I guess your confidence must be ruined...", Gerard continued.

- "Why should that be? I crashed but it was on an icy spot. Could happen to anyone..."

Gerard was obviously not my friend. He rather wanted me out of the group.

- "Hey, give him a break, Gerard! Or do you think you are better than John?" Tom came to my defence.

- "No need to argue about it, guys. Tomorrow I am back on the slopes without injury. That's the most important."

- "At least we know what Gerard wishes for all of us...", Eric said.

We continued dinner in what would be an inconvenient silence, but to me it was a gift from heaven. In this way there were no questions about Monique...


That night I slept like a baby. I was fatigued by the events of this Sunday : the early rise, the swimming pool encounter with Monique's "nipple gate", my crash at the slope, Monique nursing my wound and after that the hour that made me a man ;-)

It was after 6 AM when I woke up. First thing on my mind : would Monique be at the pool? 15 minutes later I arrived already at the pool and yes, I saw her passing by through the window of the pool. I rushed faster through the hallway and just when I wanted to waive at her, I saw Bart and Eric also in the pool. I quickly changed in the changing room and overheard Bart talking to Monique.

- "Do you have other hobbies beside skiing?" His voice sounded like honey - overly sweet - but it sounded disgusting in my ears since they were not spoken to me. He obviously was trying to score points on MY girl. A sense of jealousy filled my chest. I imagined his staring look down her cleavage, while I jumped into my Speedo. Moments later I walked as normal as I could up to the pool.

Monique wore a red bikini this time and I saw how Bart's eyes devoured her body. She waived at me when I entered.

- "I would not swim with your wound.", she quickly shouted.

I totally forgot about the bandage on my hip.

- 'I did not intend to swim.", I quickly answered.

Well, good shot, John.... What will you say now to the boys? Bart and Eric looked at me as if I was about to tell them a world secret.

- "I think I left my watch here yesterday."

This must have been the ugliest lie in history and I realized I was bringing both Monique and myself in danger.

- "Oh John, I found a watch here yesterday.", Monique said "I have handed it to the reception. You should ask for it there."

Beauty AND brains! She saved us in a matter of seconds.

- "Gosh, thanks! It was a gift of my grandfather, so I did not wanna lose it!" I am actually good at this game...

I left the pool area as soon as I could. I would need to overthink things better or our secret would not last until the end of the week...


I arrived late at breakfast, so I saw everyone already at the table. A vivid conversation was going on. And the subject was clear.

- "I think I scored some points with Monique!" Bart was clearly impressed by himself.

- "No way, man. She couldn't be less interested in you. Keep on dreaming."

- "And John is clearly not even interested in her!" Eric pointed at me, while he was devouring a piece of bread with marmalade. "He just ignored Monique in bikini."

I was on alert. Don't screw this one.

- "Do you have it back already?"

- "Huh?"

- "Your watch.", Eric clarified, while he continued to the others, "Monique found his watch in the pool yesterday and brought it to reception."

- "Oh, yes of course! It indeed was at the reception."

- "The least you can do if offer her a kiss for finding it." Hilarity in the group. I thought I could play along.

- "Yes, that's a good idea, Bart!"

The conversation went on until Eric asked me a question.

- "Why do you search for your watch in your Speedo?"

I had not seen this one coming. I felt I was blushing as I was searching for an answer...

- "Eeeh, I think you cannot enter the pool area in plain clothes, so..."

- "Right." he said and looked at me with half closed eyes.

Was he suspecting something? I felt bad about all of this. I would need to walk on eggs the whole week...


When we arrived at the slopes with Christian and Monique, my mind revisited the moments Monique and I spent yesterday. I wanted to shout out through the valleys about me being a man now. Instead I needed to keep calm and vigilant so that our secret would remain one. Not an easy task for an almost 17 year old who just had the night of his life. Each time we stopped to get some explanation on an exercise or just to drink something, my eyes would look for Monique and I had no way to control my thoughts when they started undressing her from her red ski-overall. Is she wearing her red underwear again? My senses overloaded me with impressions of merely 24 hours ago. I again saw her magnificent boobs and suckable nipples and witnessed her ass up in the air manoeuvring back on me. I could literally smell and taste her again and I could not avoid a big smile. Luckily I could control myself to keep these magical moments for the breaks. I was not willing to risk the same deception again by crashing somewhere stupidly because I had Monique on my mind - although that brought me the most magical moment in my life sofar.


At noon, Christian chose the most ugly restaurant you could find on the slopes : a factory-like modern building which had absolutely no atmosphere. The only advantage was that we could all sit together on one big table. After we went through the self-service and hobbled on our ski boots to our table - trying not to spill anything - I carefully made sure to sit in front of Monique. When I poured in my coke, Monique briefly looked at me and her hand went decidedly to the zipper of her overall. Slowly she unzipped it until about the spot where her belly button would be. Underneath the red overall, she wore a warm red pullover with collar. I could see the curvature of her boobs clearly through the tight fabric. In the collar there was also a zipper, which she also opened about 10 centimetres. I was not the only one following the scene intensely. I saw many pupils in the corners of eyes, trying to grasp a glimpse of what was going on across the table. Also Christian had problems keeping his eyes on filling his glass with 7up. Monique was aware of the prying eyes and she could not suppress a gentle smile. Luckily the restaurant was so crowded and loud that the lack of conversation at the table did not stand out.

I ate quickly. Do not know why. I left the table to go to the toilet. To be honest, in these days, I avoided to go to the toilet at all costs on the slopes. It was such a hassle with all these layers of clothing. Stumbling on my blue ski boots to the toilet, my mind wandered off to tonight. Was there any chance on another exciting night? When I opened the door of the men's room, I felt a hand pushing me inside. Before I realized what happened, Monique sneaked into the men's room, pushed me against the back of the door and tonguekissed me deeply. Just when I realized what was happening and wanted to respond to her kiss, it was over. Monique reached out and grabbed a toilet paper roll off a shelf and said quite loudly "Sorry, I needed that!" She winked at me and pointed her finger at one of the closed toilet doors in the men's room. A second later she disappeared behind the closing door. I was astounded when I understood what she was trying to do : she was an erotic animal with brains! While she gave me the most erotic surprise of my life, she gave us the best excuse for anyone having witnessed it. By taking the roll of toilet paper and her ambiguous sentence "Sorry, I needed that", she had given herself a reason to be in the men's room. I still could sense her lips on mine, when I saw one of the locks on the doors was red. We could need her plan to stay out of trouble! Meanwhile I heard one of the toilet doors in woman's toilets close. The wall in between was open for 5 centimetres above the ground. Instinctively I opened the door of the toilet next to the wall and looked at the light coming from the other side. I could see a shade moving. Was it Monique on the other side of the wall? I sat down on the lid of the closed toilet and hawed shortly in order to make clear I was on the other side. Quickly the nose of a ski boot was pushed under the wall. It was orange. It clearly was Monique on the other side. In a strange way this felt exciting, because I could also still hear the person on the other toilet besides me. What was going to happen? I heard a lot of movement on the other side and could hear clothing being hanged on the hook on the wall. I didn't dare to make any first move, not out of fear being caught but out of lack of ideas. Almost a minute passed by, when I saw a piece of paper being pushed underneath the wall. I grabbed it quickly and my heart stepped up the rhythm. I read ; "I wanna feel you in me tonight!. Can't stop thinking of your giant cock! My room, 10PM. xxx M"

My eyes re-read the note 3 times, while my dick tried to escape my underwear for more room. Only yesterday I lost my virginity with this gorgeous girl and today she invited me to her room to go all the way. I actually felt light in my head, as if I had had a couple of beers. I guess most of my blood was going downwards driven by the massive amount of hormones released in my body! I must be dreaming! This cannot be true! I wanted to break through this wall, kiss her deeply and just go for it, here and now! No waiting until tonight!

I was brought back to reality when a second note appeared. It said "Here's a present for you to keep!" Moments after the note, her hand showed under the wall and when it opened I recognized her little red thong she wore yesterday. Without hesitation I took it and her hand disappeared. The little piece of lace was still hot and I instinctively brought it to my face and inhaled her smell. My God, this woman was hot and had a dirty mind too! Looking at the thong I noticed a slimy wet spot where her pussy was seconds ago. Her little pussy was losing juices, when I was on her mind! The thought of me being inside her in a couple of hours was too much for my brain. I could not think clearly. Too many things went through my mind and my brain could process none. I felt warm, was obviously blushing and had an erection like never before.

In the outskirts of my brain, I heard the door unlocking on the other side of the wall. No more horny notes... It brought my attention back to myself. I was sitting on the loo completely dressed, holding a pair of moist knickers of the most erotically inspired woman on this planet and my inexperienced cock was just invited to a party deep between her wonderful thighs! Could it be more surreal? I put away the thong and the two notes in the right pocket of my overall and unlocked the door. By a force of habit, I washed my hands and then the other door unlocked. I forgot this guy completely. In a flash I turned my head and was glad to see an unknown face. For once, we were lucky ...

The group was already waiting, including Monique. She looked really annoyed I was late. She's even a good actress ;-) I have no real memories of how the afternoon went. My thoughts were monopolized by a thong and a certain lady that afternoon.


After a looooong afternoon, finally the slopes closed. For the first time I was happy a skiing day was over. I rushed to my room and wondered what to wear this evening. It took me an eternity - actually 2 minutes - to figure it out. Nothing special as the special part of today would involve no clothes at all, I figured. I was a bit nervous but glad that my confidence after yesterday was high enough to avoid the overwhelming stress of yesterday. Today I would lose my virginity the right way and I would do fine! I realized my sexual experience was limited to what happened yesterday and some dirty XXX videos I had seen thanks to a helpful friend. What could possibly go wrong? Looking back at this today, I am still amazed I was so confident, hours before I could finally do "it" for the first time.


During dinner, I tried to focus my attention on participating in the conversation. It would make time pass more quickly and it would be helpful controlling my thoughts on other stuff than what my mind tricked me to over and over again. I remember there was a discussion around cars (although we were not allowed to drive yet) and one on deep snow skiing techniques. Around half past 9 we left the hotel restaurant. Part of the group went to the bar, others went to the gaming room where a table football game seduced many. Tom, Monique and I went to our rooms. Tom was walking in the corridor in front of Monique, while I followed her. Her elegant walk seemed to become more and more tempting. Her hips started to shake like catwalk models do. It was not my imagination. She actually was already warming me up and I gratefully accepted the gift. My shaft between my legs was ready for service and I was glad to arrive at my room, because I could no longer hide my hard "happiness" in my trousers. I entered my room and stood with my back against the door for a couple of minutes. My brain got overloaded again : too many things went in and nothing got out. I was suddenly shaken up by the telephone ringing. I answered it, thinking this was reception.

- "Room 15 wants room service..." Monique said with a deep sexy voice.

A couple of seconds I couldn't produce any sound. She took me by surprise. I didn't even know a room-to-room connection was possible.

- "I ... I will be there in a few minutes."

- "I count on that, Tiger."

Before I could say another word, she disconnected.

Ok, should I still take a quick shower? No, you did that before dinner. Some deo? yes, definitely some deo. And hurry up, you moron, she's waiting!

The moment I left my room, my relative calmness started to fade. Instead, with each step, my heart rhythm increased and confidence made room for doubt.

What will you say? Do you have any conversation starters? And what if she leaves the initiative up to you? You've never been done this before!

My all-day boner even started to fade away. Time to call in the brain and stop the masochism. I decided to just let it all happen and things would be fine. Monique had been leading in our adventures yesterday and I hoped she would continue to do that. If not, it would become painfully clear I was not the experienced lover I intended to be.

When I reached the door of room 15 I carefully looked around. The coast was clear, so I knocked two times on her door. My heart raced in my chest as the door opened just a few centimetres. I saw one of her blue eyes peaking out and then the door opened quickly. I jumped swiftly into the safety of her room. The door closed and my eyes needed to adapt to the darkness of the room compared with the bright white light in the corridor. A brief moment later I could finally see Monique standing in front of me. My God, she was the summit of erotic radiance! She wore a black transparent tank top with black lace around her heck and on the shoulders. Underneath she just wore a black pair of simple knickers. The transparent fabric draped elegantly over her proud tits. Her swollen nipples pierced through the fabric and it was just transparent enough to make her big areolas visible.

- "Welcome..." she said. I noticed she was also a bit uncomfortable.

- "Thanks. You look magnificent! I ..." The language centre in my brain short-circuit and was unable to add anything eloquent or anything that even made sense.

- "Well thank you!"

A long silence filled the room when we were standing in front of each other, holding hands.

- "Oh God, take me in your strong arms, John!" she begged me while she looked at me with those big blue eyes.

It was a divine gift, since I was starting to panic about my inability to break the silence. I wrapped my arms around her and she pushed the side of her face against my chest.

- "I guess we both know what we want, isn't it?"

- "At least I know!" I said on auto-pilot. She looked up to me, smiled and said "That makes two..."

Our lips met and moments later I tasted her, like I did earlier today in the men's room about a kilometre higher. Our tongues fooled around, while her hands started to make a mess of my hair. She clearly took the initiative again. Her hands went down my back and without interrupting our sensual kiss, she started to unbutton my jeans. Her skilful hands took on the task and moments later, my trousers fell on my feet and I felt her warm hands in my underwear. My swollen dick reacted by enthusiastically trying to escape from my underpants. But instead of taking on my cock, she started to massage my balls in a divine way. Even up to these days, I still see it as one of the most erotic things a woman can do : it shows the confidence you have in her, when you put yourself in this vulnerable position. A deep groan escaped my throat and Monique interrupted our deep kiss. She stepped away somewhat, leaving my thumping cock and balls alone for a moment. She raised her transparent tank top and flipped it over her head. Her massive tits jumped as if they were happy to be free. While I stared at them, Monique wetted her index finger and started to roll over her swollen nipples. I could see they were hard in anticipation. The sight was too much for me : I stepped towards her and brought my lips in front of these magnificent hooters. I started sucking her right nipple, playing around it with my tongue, while massaging her other boob. I was surprised nipples could be that hard! And at the same time, her boobs felt so soft! My God, I could be here all day!

"Oooooh ...... mmmmm ... yeeesss!", she moaned.

Each time I rubbed my tongue over her nipple, an uncontrollable shock went through her entire body. When I changed to her left tit, she pushed me onto it with her hand holding the back of my head. I increased my tempo and did it somewhat less prudent.

- "Oooh, yeah, Tiger, mmmmmmm.......", she groaned definitely louder than last time.

I treated her right boob manually, rolling her moist and warm nipple between my fingers. This was wonderful! I experienced titties for the first time and was hooked on the spot! I looked up to witness her enjoying what I did. I was surprised to see something like a worrying frown on her forehead. It was in contradiction with her excited moaning. I tried to do my best even more, which also increased the volume of Monique, expressing her pleasure. She took my hand off her right boob and decidedly moved it downwards. Both our hands shoved between her belly and the soft fabric of her knickers.

- "Mmmmm, yeah, this is where I wanna feel you!"

While tantalizing her swollen nipple with my tongue, I felt the damp and moist atmosphere of her pussy. I could not believe how wet she was already and her pussy felt like it was overheating. I was unsure what to do now, but my autopilot took over. After some tender caresses on her pussy, my middle finger found its way inside her hot vagina, guided by her juices.

- "OOOOOH GOD! YESSS!", she yelled.

Obviously I was doing the right things, so I continued. I didn't have to think about what I was doing. It came automatically and I was glad Monique was enjoying it. Meanwhile she took away her hand inside her knickers and searched for my hard cock. Inside my underpants, she started milking it at the same rhythm as I was fingerfucking her. I moaned deeply, still pushed firmly on her soft boob. Her hands felt so soft and did all the things I wanted them to do.

Moments later she moaned deeply with a soft voice : "Oooh yes..." Moments later again she said the same but somewhat louder. I noticed her vagina muscles become firmer and I increased the tempo at which I was fingering her. She continued to moan "Oooh yes" even louder and I knew she was about to climax. But then she stopped, pushed me away from her nipples and pulled back so my hand left her knickers.

At first I panicked. Did I do something wrong? But immediately I noticed a fatigued smile around her mouth.

- "You were about to have me come, but I don't want it yet!", she whispered softly, "I still need to treat you right!"

She went on her knees in front of me and pulled down my underwear. My rockhard cock jumped out in front of her lovely face. On the top of my penis head, a drop of precum shined in the soft light in the room. Monique noticed it and she licked it up lovingly with her big eyes looking deep into mine. This is soooooo hot ! Moments later her soft lips opened up and my thumping cock disappeared into her warm mouth.

- "Oooh God!", was the only thing that I could produce, when I felt the intense warmth of her mouth. She had a firm grip on the base of my shaft with her right hand, while she did divine things with my deep purple cockhead. Meanwhile her other hand again massaged my balls. She gradually moved up her pace and I felt this could not go on for much longer. Down my balls, I felt my cum well up. Monique must have felt it too and suddenly she stopped. I was just before the point of no return : my upcoming orgasm slowly faded away and I regained my breath. Should she have stopped some seconds later, I would have splattered my cum all over her pretty face...

- "I wanna feel you inside of me, Tiger.. Remember the note...", she said with the most erotically loaded voice I ever heard.

Looking back at it, I am glad she monitored my status that well. If I had cum then, maybe it would have not become the magical night we both wished.

I quickly unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it away behind me. I got rid of my underwear the same way. She only had her black knickers on. "On" was maybe an overstatement. they were halfway her thighs and the spot inside them where her pussy used to be, shined like hundred diamonds in the soft light of the room. It made me think back at the moment I saw her thong this afternoon in the men's room.

She stepped out of the black piece of fabric and approached me. Both of us were fully naked now. Her lips curled up towards my face, asking for a kiss. I could feel my dick pushing in her belly, when I pulled her against me. Our kiss was soft and full of love. Teasingly, her tongue slipped in my mouth, just before she pushed me back. I fell back on the bed. Same thing she did yesterday. My dick stood up proudly and firmly into the air. Monique crawled over my legs and her soft mouth found my longing dick. In one swift movement, she devoured my cock deeply. The sensation of her warmth was intense as never before. I looked at it and saw her nose touching my belly. She drew back slowly, leaving my cock glitter in her saliva. Monique crept over me for a kiss. It was the most intense kiss I would ever experience. Our tongues met and hands raced through our hair. I could feel my cock pushing against her pussy, warm and wet. I could not believe this would be the moment I had been waiting for. A few moments later, Monique slowed down our kiss and started giving small kisses on my lips. Her eyes opened up and she looked deeply into mine. She stopped kissing and moved her body backwards. I felt her warm, wet pussy lips against the head of my willing cock. She still looked at me when she pushed backwards further. Her pussylips opened up and my cock disappeared into her moist pussy. It felt so much more intense than when she blowed me. I sensed her completely , we were one. It all came to me as if in slow motion. I experienced intensely every move, every spot of her pussy, every inch of contact between our skins. Slowly we went and out each other, her eyes closed now. My heart was racing in my chest and the mere thought of her pussy around my cock brought me higher on hormones.

Monique moaned deeply on top of me and I realized I would not last long in this Walhalla.

Monique pushed herself upright and looked at me. Sitting on her knees on top of me, with my dick deep inside her lovetunnel, she asked "Do you like what you see?"

- "I ... It's the most fantastic view I have ever seen!"

She smiled, closed her eyes and started to ride my dick. I held her hips and aided her in her movements. Looking between her thighs, I could see my dick go in and out between her labia, entering her paradise. Sooooo hot!!! I am actually fucking this beauty here and now!

I noticed Monique increased her pace when she brought her hand to her crotch. Her hand went in circular movements over her clit.

- "Ooh God, yes! Fuck me!", she yelled.

She moved over my dick in an increasing pace, while I also thrusted as deep as I could in her. I was going to honour Monique's order to fuck her really well. The room got filled with moans and the slapping sound of my pelvis against her inner thighs. I felt my balls contracting in anticipation of what was going to happen shortly after. With every thrust, her big tits were bouncing on her chest in circular movements. The view of Monique on top of me, riding me with my cock deep inside her love tunnel, rubbing her clit, while her tits were bouncing in the most desirable way .... It became too much. I was going to spiral to orgasm in moments. I looked at her face, her mouth wide open, moaning. And I again noticed that seemingly worrying frown on her forehead.

- "Oooh, I ... I'm gonna cum!", I shouted.

- "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm", was the only thing she could produce.

My dick grew even harder when I felt my climax coming. Monique was riding me harder than ever. My fingers curled up in her soft hips when I felt my cum rushing to my dick. My whole body tightened up. With one mighty thrust of my loins, I exploded inside her hot pussy.

- "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaoooooooooohhhhhhhhh" I sounded raw like an animal when I came, gushing load after load of fresh cum deep inside her pussy, while I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

At the same time, I felt her vagina muscles contract around my shaft, when she also came.

- "Oh yes, yes, yes, yeeeeeeees", she yelled in turn while she got consumed by an overwhelming climax. Her frown disappeared. As a fresh, warm blanket, complete relaxation came over us and our rhythm slowed down. Monique's force disappeared and she let herself fall on my chest.

- "My God, that was good...", she whispered.

- "Just divine...", I said in her ear.

A few minutes passed while we were there. I felt completely satisfied and realized I was now a real man, while I held Monique in my arms. She was obviously enjoying the cosiness, since she continued to say "mmmmmm" several times.

My dick went soft inside her and was about to leave the scene, when Monique pushed herself upright again.

- "Hmm, I don't think you're done yet, mister!"

She looked at me and I must have looked back at her with wide open eyes.

- "The night is still young, Tiger!"

She raised her body and my dick unplugged from her pussy. A thick splash of cum oozed out of her vagina and landed on my belly. She turned around and got into position 69, which was one of her favourites, I guess. Her lovely ass stood again - somewhat 24 hours later - proudly in front of my face. The only difference was that now a string of cum dangled down her pussy. I felt Monique's soft lips touching my half hard cock. She devoured it completely which should have been more easy than a couple of minutes ago. She clearly wanted to get me hard again in no time, but although her skilful lips and mouth did everything right, it took me quite some time to get my cock into battle status again. Meanwhile I enjoyed the view in front of my face. This was my cum sneaking out from between her perfect labia. The ultimate proof of me having lost my virginity here and now - a blue Monday in March 1989 somewhere in a Swiss village. The string of semen finally reached my chest and, as if she waited for that, Monique made clear what she wanted by pushing herself somewhat backward. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her ass towards me. My tongue found her clit, while my nose stuck deep in her pussy. She groaned approvingly. Meanwhile, Monique managed to get me stiff again and enjoyed my full boner. Here we were again, engaged in a hot 69. When my tongue fooled around inside her lovetunnel, she tasted differently : the scent of her juices was combined with mine now. It was the perfect mixture of her sweet but also a bit brackish taste with my salty and slightly bitter cum. Not long after, we were both horny again and into action. I gave her a slight tick on the bum to let her know I wanted something different. She jumped off me and asked, "I love to be spooned."

I had no idea what that meant and I think I looked a bit silly with my ignorant look on my face.

- "You know: like two spoons in a drawer!"

I could see this in my mind. Of course I would do that!

- "OK, seems fun.", I said and gave her again a friendly tick on her butt cheek. It looked a bit ridiculous me doing that, but so be it. She got the point and lied down on her side, her knees a bit pulled up. I moved in behind her and put my arm over hers and found her boob. At the same time my cock also found its target and her hand guided my shaft into her slippery entry. With a gentle push of my pelvis I shot into her balls-deep.

- "Aah, mmmmm, nice", she encouraged me.

Her fingers again went to her love knob. I felt her fingertips touching my shaft from time to time. I massaged her tits and nipples in synch with my thrusts. She obviously liked this, since she was pushing back her buttocks, looking for the deepest penetration. In no time, she was again on the verge of climaxing.

- "Ooh yes, come on!", she moaned and she increased the pace. Her muscles tightened around my shaft as she was about to come. I pinched her nipple hard and that got her over the rim.

She screamed loudly as her orgasm rushed through her body. I feared that her screaming would be heard on the other side of the door. When her climax slowly faded away, I lowered my thrusting pace, but she looked over her shoulder and said "No, no, don't give up!"

I obeyed and kept up my efforts. I was glad I lasted way longer than the first time and my confidence grew. I should make her enjoy this to the max. Monique continued to rub her clit like a maniac and less than a minute after her climax, she hit another one. Although less intense, it was her second orgasm in one minute. I was amazed about this and maybe also a bit jealous. I kept my pace like she instructed me before, but expected her to ask me to stop. Instead her hips continued to follow my rhythm and again within one minute or so she climaxed. I could not believe it. Was this normal? How could she reload herself and orgasm over and over? I still did not see any sign she was satisfied so I kept my cock at work inside her lovetunnel. Suddenly my cock slipped out of her pussy. I grabbed it in order to re-enter it and pushed to get in.

- "Oh, you want it that way? Let me see if the door is open." I was unable to understand what she said. She grasped my shaft between her legs and guided my head. She sighed deeply.

- "Gently now. My ass isn't my pussy!" she said. Instantly I realized what happened. I thought I was well positioned to get back in her pussy, but instead my cockhead was trying to enter her butt hole. It was a fantasy of mine to experience this, since I had seen it quite often on sex videos.

- "Go on, I'm ready!", she encouraged me.

I increased my pressure but she didn't' open up yet. She sighed deeply, while I pushed on further and finally her little star opened up and the head of my penis slid into her tight passage. My God, this is tight!

- "Ooooh ooh!", she moaned,

I thought it would be impossible to get any further. Her butt hole was so tight, I could barely move. But moment after moment she gave in somewhat and I pushed my thumping cock further and further in her anal alley. When I was completely in her, I stopped a moment and wrapped my arm tightly around her and reached for her clit. Meanwhile I drew back until only my swollen purple head was still inside her. I felt her swollen wet clit and started to play with it.

- "Ooh yeaaahhh. Mmmmm!" Monique obviously enjoyed what I was doing, so I continued. Slowly I moved in and out of her ass. Damn, this is good! Monique was moaning softly, while my fingers took care of her tormented clit. The difference with fucking her pussy was immense. Her sphincter squeezed my rockhard shaft like a tight rubber band and the warmth I felt was even more intense than in her pussy. While my passion hit the ceiling again, I picked up my pace, but suddenly she looked over her shoulder and said :"This works better with me doggy style."

- "OK." I quickly obeyed and drew back from her soft rectum.

Monique took a pillow, put it in front of her and placed her head an chest on it, pushing her wonderful ass in the air.

- "Mmmmm, guess I'm ready..." she said teasingly, "But maybe you should get lubed up again in my pussy."

I didn't need any encouragement to pull my act together. Later I realized she must not only have been very experienced in sex, but also in anal sex. I had no clue I needed to be lubed before going in the back door. As a good student, I listened to her. Her ass stood majestically in front of me. What a sight! Her pussy was still wet and filled from the action before and just above it, her little star. I could not imagine this little butt hole could manage a decent size boner like mine. I positioned myself behind her and made sure I now hit the right spot. Her pussy juices - and maybe also the remains of my cum in her - guided me effortlessly inside. After two deep strokes inside her lovetunnel, I drew back and noticed my hard cock shining with her juices. Along the shaft I also saw a long trail of cum. I longed to feel her tightly around me again, so I lost no time. I pushed my cock head against her little star-like asshole but she didn't gave in yet. My eyes followed every move in all detail. Another gentle push made my head pop into her sacred cavity. My hands found their way to her wonderful hips and I buried my fingers into her soft flesh. I pulled her back to get myself further in her rectum. Gradually I found my way inside her until my belly touched her butt cheeks.

- "My God! You are so tight!"

- "Mmmmmmm, now fuck me!!!" she said decidedly, "Fuck my little ass!!!"

I was surprised about the change in her tone : she turned from a sensual lady into a cum hungry bitch in no time.. I hesitated a little, but let my passion decide what to do.

- "So you wanna have your brains fucked out?" I said it as impressively as I could.

- "Oh yess! Ride my butt and make me come!"

Anal sex obviously brought out the sex animal in her. Is this the same lady?

I pulled back until only my head was still inside her juicy ass and planted my fingers firmly in the side of her buttocks. A moment later I unleashed all my power and shoved my hard cock as deep into her anal cavity as I could.

My pelvis hit her bum with a hard slap, while the shockwave travelled through her body.

- "Oooooouuuuuuuhh!" She could not produce anything else as the air was pushed out of her lungs. I drew back again and gave her another hard thrust in her back door. I saw her hand disappearing underneath her and knew where it was heading to.

- "My God, YEESSSS! Fuck me, fuck me in my ass! Harder, harder!", she yelled.

I didn't know if I could do this any harder, but I tried. Her ass felt divine under my hard thrusts and she even pushed herself back on my hard dick each time I pushed myself deep in her. The slapping sounds, her dirty encouragements and my excited groaning filled the room. Each thrust travelled through the flesh of her butt cheeks, into her body and ending in a shock in the pillow she was on, her blond hair nicely draped over it.

- "Oooh oooh ooooooooooooh, yes, I am gonna come, yes yes, go on go on...", she cried hardly hearable into the pillow.

I also felt a second climax nearing, but it came slower than the first one. Monique was earlier and screamed out her pleasure when she came. I felt her muscles contracting around me as she climaxed. It made it hard to keep up my thrusting, but also brought me on the verge of orgasm. While Monique still enjoyed the last waves of her all-consuming climax, I felt my balls pumping up another portion of salty cum. All of the muscles in my body contracted and with one mighty push I exploded deep inside her rectum. Wave after wave of slimy sperm invaded her forbidden alley. My orgasm was so hefty, I thought I would faint at a certain moment in time. When my balls were completely emptied, I fell over on her back and she caressed my side. She pushed back her legs and we both fell to the bed. She flat on her belly and me flat on her back, my dick still deep in her ass.

A few seconds passed in silence. I guess we both were KO.

- "Unbelievable...", Monique finally said.

- "Indeed..."

- "This was the first time I actually orgasmed during anal sex..."

I felt proud about my performance and kissed her in the neck.

- "How come you are so experienced for a guy of 17?"

- "Eh, well I am not that experienced."

- "Well, you obviously had a few good teachers then."

I decided that only silence could help me here. I felt her sphincter tightening up around my fading cock. I pulled back and sat on my knees besides her. Her firm apple-shaped ass looked great and her butt hole produced some white cum. Seconds after, it started to run down her pussy lips and onto the bed. It was a great view, but meanwhile my brain tried to find a good conversation subject to avoid any more experience related questions. The search was in vain so the silence grew to a suspicious level. I sat on my knees besides her and she turned over. Her deep blue eyes looked at me.

- "John, don't tell me you were still a virgin?"

I looked down as a child that did something wrong and was busted. I didn't know how to feel. Should I have told her? Why did she make all that fuzz about it? It was good, wasn't it? And it has to be the first time once. Or did I do something wrong?

Monique could not suppress laughing behind her hand. I was even more confused now.

- "Sorry John, should I have known you were a virgin, I would have done differently."

- "What do you mean?"

- "Well I think the last chapter was maybe not what I would do, knowing my bed partner is a virgin... And there were other things...".

- "I think I could have had no better instructor than you!"

- "That's sweet. But I will warn you that I am quite open when it comes to sex. Not every girl will do all of this. You did all of the things well for me, but I should warn you that hard fucking and anal sex usually do not match."

- "OK..." I nodded and waited for more information. I was unaware about the rare gift Monique gave when I fucked her anally. It would take another 15 years for me to experience the joy of butt sex again.

- "But hey, for me it worked and I have experienced something new myself!"

She touched my shoulder lovingly, but I still had a bad feeling after this wonderful night. She noticed it and pulled me up, off of the bed.

- "Oh come on. Don't feel bad. Oh Jesus, I shouldn't have been that open..."

She caressed my chest and her lips came up to mine. One soft kiss.

- "Let me make it up.", she whispered.

Moments later she sat on her knees in the lush carpet, holding my exhausted cock in her hand. It looked ridiculous. Such a small soft wiener. It did not make me feel better.

- "I love to blow them hard again!", she said looking up at me.

Her mouth devoured my small soft dick completely and I felt her tongue playing around the top of it. My balls protested for not being left at ease. As if she sensed it, she started massaging my balls, which eased the pain a little. Her soft lips, skilful tongue and warm hands soon had their effect. Under protest, of my balls, my cock was asked for service and soon it was again fully upright. She blew me deeply, almost all the way in and looked at me from time to time. Despite the sexy scene I saw unfolding, it took me quite some time to get fully aroused again. Monique still had enough stamina to keep me going and a couple of minutes after she started her wonderful treatment, I felt a third climax coming.

- "Oh, I am gonna cum!", I announced.

She stopped blowing me and her hand took over, her mouth fully opened to receive my cum. I did not wanna miss one moment of this. My balls contracted to try to produce yet another ejaculation this evening. My muscles contracted and a moment later, under a loud moan, I overshot her mouth and draped a trail of slimy goo over her nose, up into the corner of her eye. A second load ended beautifully on her tongue. No third, fourth or fifth wave this time. Only a small bubble of cum still appeared on the head of my cock. Full relaxation followed and I could hardly keep myself standing. Monique looked up at me, scooped the drop of cum out of the corner of her eye and brought it to her tongue. Same happened when she cleaned the cum on her nose. My balls protested intensely for the hard work. It looked like they were in cramp. Meanwhile Monique drew back her tongue with its valuable load and swallowed it away. She looked at me with a bright smile and we kissed.

- "You did so well, Tiger..." One of the nicest compliments I ever had from a woman in my life.

My body was aching in every muscle and tissue. My balls felt so empty, they actually hurt. I was overwhelmed with fatigue, while Monique looked as vibrant as ever.

- "Let's go to bed."

She invited me in the bed but then she said "I should renew your bandage."

She jumped out of bed, got the red first-aid kit out of the bathroom and lovingly started to remove the old bandage. I watched my naked nurse disinfect the wound and apply a new bandage. How did I deserve this? I must have done something very well in a previous life... When she was done, she cuddled herself against me spoon-wise. This time my cock was peasefully resting against her butt cheeks. "That has been different tonight", I thought to myself. Moments later I was carried away by the fatigue, but just before I could hear her say "I will put the alarm at 3 AM. I do not want to take the risk of you being caught leaving my room in the morning."

Any memories of waking up, leaving her room or arriving in mine are vague.

 

Anyone reading my stuff? I can use some feedback, since I am new to writing here.
Thanks
John

 

Episode 4 is ready, but I must say there will be a final episode 5 too. I remebered more than I realized... Enjoy and doo leave comments!
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Episode 4


Despite the fatigue and my short, interrupted night, I woke up early. I have never felt so much alive as that morning. I was looking at the ceiling, my fingers folded together behind my head. A warm feeling welled up in me, when I thought back of last night. It almost seemed like images of yesterday were projected on the white ceiling. So this was it : the end of my teenager years and the beginning of my life as a man. Full of confidence, I got prepared, although my upper arms and calves were feeling sore as if I did a round of cage fighting yesterday. My crotch also felt a bit sore still.

When going down the stairs to the restaurant for breakfast, I needed to focus my attention again on not acting suspicious. I saw the group already convened at our usual table and saw most of the heads closer to each other than normal. 90% chance this is again about Monique.

- "Hey John, did you hear it already?", Tom asked.

- "What?"

- "Well, Monique is off the market. She had sex last night!"

RED ALERT !!!!

- " Huh ?" I tried to sound as low profile as I could, but my heart pounded in my throat.

- "You could not miss it! She was screaming so loud I could even hear it in my room!"

Think! Think! I was trying to find a way to make me unsuspicious. And don't blush!

- "So you hear hot stuff going on and you don't come and alert us? Nice friend you are!"

That should do it! Nice move!

- "I was so surprised by it, I totally forgot, but I promise : if it happens again I will all invite you to my room."

I was stupid, oooh so stupid. I realized I had just declared Monique's room off-limits for any future adventures. Tom would now be monitoring any suspicious sounds and would try to wake me if anything happened. I organized my own trap!

- "Go on, go on. How did you find out?"

- "Well, when I went to my room, Monique also went to hers. 10 minutes later I heard knocking on her door, so I went to my door and looked through the spy hole. I just saw the door closing. I came out of my door several times to overhear any voices, but instead of voices I heard moaning. First softly but then louder and louder."

- "No way. You were listening at her door?" Eric almost whispered.

This was becoming a living hell for me. I had to swallow over and over. This was panic. What did he know more?

- "Yes, for a moment. But I could not stay there the whole time. But I could also hear it clearly through the heating pipe in my room. Later in the evening they got really noisy. It was so fucking hot. She must have come a zillion times!"

- "And then? Who is her lover?" I had to ask the question.

- "I heard her companion. I am not sure, but I think it must be Christian. I also heard him coming and he had a deep voice. Yes, definitely Christian."

- "God damned Tom. I would have given money to have been there!"

- "Yeah, that was selfish, Tom!"

My heart rate slowed down in my throat and I needed to sip some coffee if I wanted to be sure I sounded normal.

- "Well, I guess we are all out of the game now, guys.", I said looking as disappointed as I could.

Some guys looked actually really disappointed. What if they would know?

- "And I guess the bra-size bet will also be difficult to maintain."

- "Hoho, John! You will not get out of this one that easily! It was your bet, so you should get the confirmation of her size in any form. The fact she is fucking Christian does not discharge you from this one!" Gerard was clear about this and it was also my intent to steer it this way. I was not suspicious to any one of the boys. I tried to look as annoyed as possible, hiding my face underneath my hand, showing I was looking for a way to get the forbidden information.

- "That's free beer on Friday, guys!" Tom patted Gerard on the back and all laughed, looking in my direction.

I ate quickly and wanted to alert Monique. How can I do that without talking to her? Yes, a message at reception!!! I raced to my room, took a hotel envelop and a piece of letter paper and wrote as quickly as I could :


"THEY OVERHEARD US LAST NIGHT IN YOUR ROOM. THEY THINK YOU SLEPT WITH CHRISTIAN. NOT SURE WHAT TO DO NOW. JOHN"


I pushed the letter into the envelop and raced down the stairs. I came to the reception and saw the lady in traditional Swiss clothing behind the desk.

- "I have a message for room 15."

- "I will put it in the key cupboard."

- "Thank you!"

When I was heading to the stairs, Monique came down. There were a lot of people around and I could not check if any of the group were around. So I decided to pass her, while I would try to pass the message. She smiled when she saw me, just like she would smile to anyone of us. When she passed, I said softly "Message at reception.", while I continued to the stairs. In the corner of my eyes, I could see her head turning, so I guessed she at least heard something.

When I put on my ski clothes in my room, I analyzed the situation. This is no good. We should play low ball for a couple of days now or things could go wrong, very wrong. For me but certainly for Monique.


The group met at the ski lift in the village. Everyone was there, also Monique, but Christian was late. I saw a lot of guys whispering. Eric whispered in my ear : "He obviously needs some extra sleep after a night with this young chick." and he grinned.

Christian came running up the street.

- "Sorry I am late." he said while he approached Monique for their usual kiss in the morning. I watched it closely. Monique played it very well, by not only giving the kiss but also caressing his back while he got her kiss. He was surprised a bit, I guess and smiled widely at her. Bingo! I saw many of the boys looking at each other as if they wanted to say : "Yep, it was Christian. No doubt!"

I couldn"t have admired her more at that moment. Beauty and brains, beauty and brains!


A couple minutes later, the cable car doors opened and the people poured in. It was loaded at full capacity - 100 persons - and we were pressed like sardines. Monique and I were a bit separate from the group, but talking to each other seemed a bit too risky. From time to time she looked at me and seemed nervous since she tapped with her index finger on the pair of skis she was holding. Something was weird... She kept looking at me and then looked at her tapping finger. It took me way to long before I noticed a piece of paper between her skis, just at the place she was tapping her finger on. I nodded to confirm I noticed it. She lowered her hand on her skis and in that way she took the paper down too, until it was at the height of her hips, out of sight in the full cable car. I reached out and pulled the paper from in between the skis. In the blink of an eye it disappeared in my pocket...

A few minutes later we arrived on the mountain side of the cable car.

- "I need to take a leak." I said and disappeared in the toilet. I had to know what she wrote.

I heard part of the group complaining behind me.

I closed the toilet door, reached in my pocket, ripped open the envelop and read :


"Thanks for letting me know about the group. We need to be more careful and better take it calm for the next few days. We both have a lot to lose. Technically you are still under age. We both could be banned from the organisation and I could get fired. Let's communicate via letters at the reception. X M"


It all made sense, but her words "take it calm for the next few days" left a hollow feeling in my stomach. It most probably meant our wonderful days were over, considering the few days left before Friday night, I folded the letter and put it back in my pocket.

When I returned back to the group, Bart was in a grumpy mood.

- "Next time you take a leak before you come up. My ass is freezing off!"

- "Oh fuck off, man." He shut up, obviously warned by my rude language.


We were informed by Christian that this afternoon we would be having a sort of mid-term exam in two parts : one part was on skiing technique on a difficult slope and the other one was an exercise where we needed to explain an exercise to the group as if they were 8 to 10 year olds. I would have to get myself together and focus on this, leaving the troubled times between me and Monique behind.

We lunched at a cosy small restaurant. The group sat at a table of 8 and Christian and Monique had a small table a few metres from us. I was jealous that our heavily moustached instructor got the privilege to talk to her and I had to sit here. Soon the conversation came to the subject of the "couple" 2 tables away.

- "I bet he's making plans for tonight already.", Eric said, clearly annoyed.

- "What does she see in this guy? I thought moustaches were old fashioned!"

In my mind I wanted to stand up and shout out that it was me who fucked this lady's brains out last night. The more I thought about possibilities to get together, the more I realized chances were slim I could feel her heavenly body again before the end of the week. I was getting depressed over it.

When I looked in their direction, I saw a sudden bright smile on her face. Her eyes started to shine above the steaming coffee they had after lunch. She took his hand, reached over the table and kissed him on the cheek. Then again that real genuine smile. I closed my eyes for a second. It felt like someone had kicked me in the stomach. Was she such a good actress or did I miss something????? I wasn't the only one who saw it.

- "Oh come on. Get a room!" Tom said disappointed.

- "Pffff..."

- "Indeed, maybe we should leave so they can make out properly." Eric's sarcasm sounded very bitter.


In the afternoon, I recovered from the shock I had during lunch. I managed to pass the exam without problems. Only Gerard failed. I considered that a boomerang in his face for the rude reaction after my crash earlier this week.


At the end of the afternoon, I was back in my room, thinking about what happened the last days and hours. I longed to feel her arms again wrapped around me, feel her warm lips against mine and... I shook off the images that came up in my mind. No need to torture myself, if there is no way to realize my thoughts. I got up and went to the reception in the hope to find a letter from Monique. I saw no letter in the cupboard where my key normally is, so I asked the lady if she had received a letter for me.

- "No, sorry. I have nothing for you." and she winked at me. Maybe she was the only one who suspected Monique and I had something...

Disappointed I head back to my room and prepared for dinner. When I went to the restaurant, I saw Monique and Christian getting out of the bar. They were still in ski clothing, so they had been there since we returned. What is going on here??? Christian guided her to the table, his hand on her back.

- "Sorry guys, we had a lot to discuss.", Christian apologized for their clothing.

I noted most of us had a "Whatever!!!"-look on our face. Some even looked hostile. I felt hot and cold at the same time : was I losing her to him? Or did she just play her role to make everyone believe it was Christian in her room yesterday? I was completely puzzled, but got more and more the impression I was slipping out of her mind. Her face was radiant with happiness and she hadn't looked at me for quite some time. My heart felt heavy...


At the end of the dinner, Christian stood up and wished us good night. He left for home, somewhere in the village, while all of us also left the table. We all headed for the games room for a small tournament of table football, while Monique went to her room. I decided to forget about the whole situation and just have fun with the boys. Bart and me formed a team and we won quite quickly over Tom and Eric. About half an hour later we managed to start the final against Gerard and Nico In the middle of the game we were interrupted by Tom rushing into the room.

- "He's back!"

- "Who?"

- "Christian! I was just getting out of the toilet when I saw him passing by the reception. He didn't see me, but he quickly got up the stairs with two glasses and a bottle of Champaign!"

- "No way!"

- "It's the truth! I sneaked behind him and saw him entering her room!"

- "You are kidding...", My eyes begged Tom to say it was all a joke.

- "No, I am dead serious. You're all invited to my room.", Tom said proudly, "You will hear soon what they are up to!"

The group rushed up the stairs and into the hallway. Tom put a finger across his lips to ask for silence. He unlocked his door without making a sound while I looked at the opposite door. I felt sick when I thought about Monique being there in private with Christian.

Tom closed the door behind him.

- "Now we should all be quite.", he whispered, "If we can hear them, they can hear us."

Tom's room was a big mess. Clothes were dropped everywhere and several magazines were on his bed.

- "Very fine taste of literature!" Eric said, while he opened the Penthouse magazine he found on the bed.

- "Shhhh!" Tom pulled the magazine out of Eric's hands and threw it in his open suitcase.

You could clearly hear voices talking and although one could not understand what was said, I could clearly recognize Monique's voice. It came out of the heating pipe that was placed above the door. Obviously this tube was also ending in Monique's room and that explained the fact we could hear them. We heard laughter and also the popping of the cork out of the bottle.

This is no good!

The talking went on and on. Several boys got bored and started saying Tom must have taken his fantasies for real last night. My mind also got at ease. I got convinced this was part of her role she played.

- "Wait still a moment. I am sure they are about to begin!"

Eric got the Penthouse back out of Tom's suitcase and some guys joined him admiring this month's centrefold model.

- "My God, she can always suck my dick!" Gerard said, pointing at the red busty lady, spread over 2 pages."

- "Shhhh!!!"

Several minutes went by and suddenly the conversation stopped on the other side of the corridor. Christian would soon come out of her room and we all would go to bed. End of story.

- "Listen, listen!", Tom whispered.

A faint "Mmmm yeah" sounded through the heating grill above the door. I recognized Monique's soft moaning and I felt my heart being crushed in my chest. I felt light in my head.

- "I told you!" Tom looked like he predicted this week's lottery numbers.

- "Oooh yes, Aaah. Mmmmmmm"

I didn't want to hear any of this anymore, but I was condemned to stay here.

Seven faces light up around me, when their dirty minds got a rush of hormones.

- "My God, you are right! He's nailing her every night!", Eric whispered to Tom, while he threw the magazine on the bed.

- "This is fucking hot!"

- "Shhhh!"

I tried putting other stuff in my mind. I would not be able to handle the thought of Christian doing whatever he was doing to Monique. But the moans and expressions of pleasure increased in volume. I wanted to put my hands over my ears, but could not do that obviously. I was condemned to listen to it all.

- "Oooh yes, mmmmm" Monique moaned and after that I heard a deep groan that was clearly Christian's. How can she do this to us? Only 24 hours earlier, I was on the other side, having the best time of my life. Didn't it mean anything to her? I was on an emotional rollercoaster going from deception and heartbreak to anger about her cheating on me.

The other guys were carried away by the hot scene and I must say I would be to, if I wasn't so deeply involved.

Eric's eyes came down from the heating grill to the spy hole in the door. The brass cover stood sideways, leaving the spy hole open.

- "Hey guys!", he whispered, "What if she also left the brass plate open on her spy hole?"

Silence for a moment.

- "You mean you want to try to look inside????" Tom asked the question, but his facial expression showed what he was thinking.

- "We can try...", Eric said, "Maybe we are lucky..."

- "But what of we get caught in the hallway?"

- "We put out the light. If someone is coming they will put on the light and we can get into the room again. No risk!"

- "Let's do this! I would like to see some fucking today!" Tom said enthusiastically.

- "Shhhh!"

I was still being digested with grief, anger and emptiness in my stomach, but I needed to undergo this one too. No way out. And meanwhile the moaning and groaning went on, louder and louder.

Tom sneaked into the hallway and a moment later the light went out. He went up to her door and approached his eye to the spy hole. It seemed like he looked for hours. Then he came inside again.

- "Guys, this is fantastic! The hole is open! You can see her riding on top of him!", he whispered.

Eric, Gerard and Bart rushed to the door.

- "Shhh! One at a time!"

- "Oooh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Her voice was now clear. Every word I could hear as if I was there. Make it stop ! Make it stop !

Eric now looked inside and soon he was pulled away by Bart. Red-faced Eric came in the room.

- "Fuck, she's hot! Her mamas were bouncing on her chest!"

Monique obviously was nearing orgasm. Gerard pulled Bart away and allowed himself to witness Monique's climax.

- "Yes, ooooh, yeessss!", she moaned.

Seven horny and immature teenagers stood around me. I bet all had an erection and on some it was visible. We should not be doing this. I imagined what it had meant to me if this happened yesterday. I would feel awesome. Could we do this to Monique and Christian? But I quickly concluded it was their own fault. Monique knew we were overheard yesterday and she did it again today.

Nico put away Gerard and had his turn. It went silent some time in the other room, but soon I heard Christian in heat. It even felt more painful to hear him enjoy Monique's skills than it was to hear Monique come on top of him.

- "She's giving him a blowjob!" Nico giggled when he came back in the room.

Eye after eye passed in front of the open spy hole to see the hot scenes unfold. Monique was again clearly hearable and so was Christian.

- "Your turn, John!" Tom pushed me in the hallway.

Should I do this? I would be laughed upon if I didn't. But a strange feeling made me put my eye against the spy hole. I could not suppress the need to look.

I saw the room with the bed at the end. It looked like the bed was 20 metres away because of the lens effect in the spy hole. But despite that, I could clearly see Monique and Christian engaged in a doggy style. Christian was heavily haired over all of his body and was way darker in skin colour than the pale tone of Monique. Through the door I heard both giving expression to their lust and passion. Monique's ass was again way up in the air with her hand taking care of her pussy. Christian was banging in her quite hard from behind. You could hear his pelvis slapping her butt cheeks.

- "Ah yeah, ah yeah, ah ...." Monique was reaching her climax. Part of me wanted to push the door open and put an end to this, the other part strangely wanted to see her orgasm on Christian's cock. I even noticed I had a hard one myself.

Moments later, Christian pushed her off his dick and she grabbed her hair together over her left shoulder. She turned to him and started blowing him. Her soft lips did not miss their effect.

- "Oh God, oh God. Huh huuuu huuuuuuuuuuuuu" Christian came into her soft mouth, while she continued her divine blowjob. I noticed myself touching my cock inside my pocket.

Someone grabbed me by the shoulder and I went into the room. My eyes needed to adapt to the light.

- "What did you see?"

- "He fucked her from behind and then came in her mouth." I said it without emotion. It sounded even if it wasn't me talking.

- "So they are done. You all should go before they leave the room.", Tom whispered.

Everybody left to search for his room in the dark corridor. I entered my room and felt guilty, angry, upset, disillusioned, sad and heart-broken, all at the same time. Tears ran over my cheeks as I fell asleep.


At 6 AM, I was lying awake in my bed. I needed to talk to Monique as soon as possible. I had so many questions. And I wanted an explanation for all of this! Every time a door opened, I looked through my spy hole to see if she passed by. It took quite some time before she actually passed my door. In the blink of an eye I opened my door and grasped her by the arm and pulled her in.

- "Hey, what are you doing?"

- "I asked myself the same question about you yesterday, when you fucked Christian!" I yelled. "I thought we had something and 24 hours later you fuck ..... that guy!" I was outraged and I was shocked how my words must have hit her in the face.

She sighed.

- "Look John, I should have been more clear with you. There is sex in the context of relationships, loyalty and love and there is sex in the context of joy, fun, lust and passion. I thought it was clear that our adventures were in the second category."

My heart was squeezed to the size of a peanut, leaving a hollow feeling in my chest.

- I am sorry if I made you feel like we were starting a relationship. I thought you were looking for some fun and joy just like me... "

Her blue eyes looked into mine and I knew mine were wet.

- "Oh John, I am so sorry." Her hand touched my face. " I didn't mean all of this to happen. Not like this. I should have been more careful. But look at it : we live so far apart, I am 6 years older than you and once this trip is over we might not see each other again... Just remember the wonderful time we spent and will still spend with each other. Live today and enjoy every moment!"

- "But why Christian yesterday?"

- "He offered me a 3 year contract as head of the ski school for all Dutch speaking customers. He brought some Champaign yesterday to toast on my contract and afterwards he did all things right. It just happened and we enjoyed it. No more no less. And by the way, I can tell you did all things better, way better than he did!"

She smiled and caressed my face.

- "And do not forget he is married. I got a serious asset in my hands now if he would find out I fucked with one of his under age pupils."

It made me smile. Beauty and brains.... Brains and beauty....

- "Let me make it up to you... My way!", she continued, "You know how that feels... No strings attached, just me and you having fun. OK?"

I nodded. I swallowed my grief away and looked forward to our next encounter.

- "But where will we meet? We cannot do it in your room after last night."

She looked at me, her eyes half closed. "Did you overhear anything last night?"

I guessed honesty would be best here.

- "All 8 of us were in Tom's room, across yours." I looked down, avoiding to look her in the eyes.

- "I suspected that.", she said while stroking her chin, "Hope you all enjoyed it." Apparently she enjoyed the fact that 8 horny boys overheard her and Christian. Some kind of auditive exhibitionism?

- "See you, Tiger!"

She opened the door, carefully looked if the coast was clear and disappeared.

I leaned against the wall and thought over what she said. Clearly she did not want to be MY girl, but her statement made sense, even about her adventure with Christian yesterday. And her promise pulled me across the line : she would meet the new John soon and she would be surprised!


As expected, during each break that day the conversation topic was our secret peepshow we got yesterday. At lunch, Monique and Christian sat apart again, so there was ample room for dirty talk.

- "Man, I would pull her over my sword any time!"

- "Huh, after me that is!"

- "Her tits were magnificent!"

- "Did you see them wobble while she rode him?"

- "I need to be breastfed!"

And more of those immature but fun things to say amongst 17 year old hormone bags. But most importantly, they all seemed to have peace with Monique being with Christian and that made it easier for us. I felt quite peaceful today and happy with how things worked out. I never would have thought this last night.

When I came back from the toilet just before we were going to hit to slopes again, I crossed Monique who was also on her way to the toilet. She winked at me and it gave me a warm feeling. Sometimes life is good...

We finished early that day. Thick snow was falling, which blocked our sight. So we returned to the hotel and I had a long hot bath. When I got dressed, I reminded myself to go check if I had mail.

The lady at the counter saw me coming and already stretched her arm to the key box.

- "Here you go!", she said, winked again at me and handed me a letter.

I could hardly wait the 15 seconds it took me to reach my room again. It said :



"Dear John,

Let me start by saying sorry again for not being clear to you from the start. I really would do it differently if I could turn back time.

As you see, snow is falling heavily and it will continue all night. So tomorrow we will have virgin slopes! Let's meet at 7:30 AM at the cable car station. The security personnel is going up then and I arranged we can go with them. It will be fun! And maybe I have a surprise in mind!

I am already in full anticipation!

Wet kisses

M

PS: we will be back at 8:30, in time for our meet-up with the group at 9 AM"



Besides the text, she had put her lipsticked lips against the paper. I got hard just by reading the letter. Hot slut!

I took a piece of paper and started writing:


"Dear Monique,

I will be present at 7:30. Can't wait. I thought about our conversation this morning and you are right. No strings attached, just me and you having fun.

I am also already in upright anticipation!

J

PS: a good advice, keep your spy hole in your door closed..."


I rushed to the reception and handed the letter to the lady.

- "Room 15, I suppose?" I nodded and felt I blushed a bit.

Just before dinner, I checked again at the reception.

- "We do have room-to-room telephone too.", the lady said and handed me the letter with a big smile.

I sneaked into the telephone booth which was besides the reception. I closed the blinded door and opened the envelop.


"Dear John,

Make sure you sit across me at the table tonight.

M

PS: you guys are dirty boys!"


I put the letter in my pocket and head for the restaurant. Monique was there already with Christian by her side. I quickly reserved my spot in front of her and when I pulled back the chair, I saw she wore black pumps underneath her blue dress. I greeted everyone and sat down. Minutes later we were complete. We were served soup and normal chit-chat started. Just when I was about to taste my first spoon of tomato soup, I felt her soft feet touching my leg. I hesitated a bit but continued to spoon up the soup. She was participating in the conversation while her feet kept on caressing my legs. It had an odd erotic feeling. She obviously could not reach higher than my knee, without taking on odd positions. It continued during the whole dinner and gave me a rockhard boner. And the best was that no one knew about it... After desert, she leaned back while rubbing her full tummy.

- "My God, I'm full!" she said and I saw some of the boys did not understand her expression as food-related after what they saw yesterday.

The result was that she gained some extra length in her leg and touched the end of my dick on my lap. I quickly pulled myself closer to the table, to avoid her foot would become visible to the people at my end of the table. This made her foot touch my cock even better. Her toes curled over it and I needed all of my concentration to avoid cumming here and now at the table. It was super erotic, but luckily did not last long. I stayed at the table until last. I did not want my erection to be exposed to anyone else.


When I came inside my room, the phone was ringing. I answered.

- "Did you like my footwork?" she whispered.

- "You almost made me cum!" I whispered back.

- "Hold on to tomorrow morning, Tiger. Good night."


Fuck, she is so hot. I was in desperate need for a good night's sleep, but with this hard cock jumping for attention, this was not gonna happen. She made me so horny, all I could do was help myself. A minute later I wasted my warm load...


I slept like a baby that night. When my alarm went off at 6:15 AM I needed some time to realize what day it was and what was on the planning. Monique's surprise made my fantasy go ballistic. What does she have in mind? I showered, got ready and left without breakfast. I was at the cable car at 7:15. It was still somewhat dark, with quite some wind. It had snowed considerably, maybe half a metre. The wind had blown the snow in some places in high heaps.

In the distance, I saw Monique coming in her red outfit. The mere thought of her approach and promise made my dick grow.

- "Hi handsome! Ready for a ride?"

- "Always in for a ride!", I replied.

She moved over to the cable car.

- "Hi Andreas! We want to hit the virgin slopes. Can you give us a ride?"

Her German was perfect. Andreas enjoyed he could please her with a ride along.

Andreas got a call per radio, while we stepped into the cable car. The conversation went on for quite some time before Andreas came to Monique to explain there were heavy winds on the mountain and that they would see if we could go up or not. They closed the doors and several beeps sounded inside the cable car. We gently moved away from the station when suddenly the car was stopped. As a result we swung in the air like a giant pendulum. Again several beeps and alarms and off we went again. About 2 metres further, we stopped again. This happened still several times, but when the cable car on the mountain-side got into the protection of the mountain, we went up fluently. The wind howled alongside the cabin and the worst was yet to come.

When we saw the mountain station approaching, the wind picked up to storm power. The cabin was swinging dangerously and Andreas stopped it several times to avoid the swing. It became really scary when we had to pass the last pylon just before entering the station. We were swinging dangerously and the driver told us to sit down. Monique was somewhat scared and hugged against me. We swung centimetres from the pylon when Andreas put us fast forward to safety. When he opened the door he said: "Your tracks will be the only ones on the slopes today. We won't open. Too dangerous. Be careful when you ski down."

- "Thanks Andreas! We will." and she kissed him goodbye.

When we came out of the station, our bonnets were almost blown away. We tried to lean forward against the wind.

- "We need to get down as quickly as possible!!!", Monique yelled.

I nodded and we did a few steps until we were buried up to our knees in the fresh snow.

- "Put on your skis here!!! Don't go further or you will sink into the snow!!!"

Only with major efforts we managed to get our skis on and keep upright in this snowstorm.

- "Holy shit! It will take hours to get back in the valley this way!" I shouted.

- "100 metres down it will be calm again!!!"

Despite the cold and the wind, I was sweating my ass off. And when we finally skied downwards, we also needed to work a lot to jump out of the snow for each turn. But, as Monique predicted, soon the wind went down and we could ski through the virgin landscape. Everything was very silent. It seemed like the thick white carpet took away all background noise. Further down the wind dropped away completely. The skiing was great. it made you feel almost weightless in the snow.

Suddenly Monique made a sharp turn and went on to what seemed to be a path. Shortly after, I saw a small house with "Ski Schüle" on it. She stopped by the door.

- "This is Christian's office. I know it is nice and warm inside. Care to join me?"

- "Now would I?", I joked.

We clicked out of our skis, she zipped her overall open and found a key hanging on a string around her neck. While she was unlocking the door, I grabbed her from behind. She laughed and threw her head back exposing her neck. I kissed her in her neck while the door shot open. Inside was a rather messy place, with a lot of papers on the wooden desk. And it was warm. Still entangled we stumbled inside. She turned around, took my face between her palms and tongued me deeply. I tasted her again. Marvellous... But it was time to unlock the new John to her : rhe John who would take the lead. I pushed her away and saw she was confused.

- "You have been very naughty, Monique...", I teased her, "You made me wait for too long and you did other naughty stuff. And naughty girls have to be punished. Are you a naughty girl, my little Monique?"

- "Ooh yes! I've been naughty, very naughty! But I think you will find a strict but fair punishment?"

Her hands zipped open her overall, whil further. I pushed it off her arms.

- "O, I know just the punishment you deserve." I pushed her over on her back on the desk and started to unlock her ski boots. Meanwhile she jumped her pullover over her head and was surprised to see her tits packaged in a nice black lace bra. Her boots fell to the ground with a loud bang. I pulled her overall from her legs and discovered a black lace thong in the right spot. I pulled it off in one decisive movement.

- "Now let's see what we're gonna do to you..." I caressed her tiny bit of pubic hair she had just above her pussy and suddenly shoved two fingers up her pussy. She shook over her whole body.

- "Ooooooh, mmmmmm!"

I fingered her hard and in a quick pace. Meanwhile my thumb massaged her loveknob.

- "Oh my God! Ooh yeah!", she yelled. No one here to overhear us. She could yell, scream and shout like she wanted, nobody would hear. I pulled her bra down and her tits flopped out. My vacant hand reached for her nipples and I rolled them hard between my fingers. In no time I had her ready to pop... Her pussy was overly wet and I shoved a third finger in her.

- "Oh yeah, ooh yeah, go on go on go on !!!!"

I pulled her nipples forcefully and that's when she came. Her body contracted spastically, a deep groan escaped from her throat and her mouth wide open. Wave after wave her orgasm rushed through her wonderful body. I also noticed two small gushes of clear fluid coming out of her pussy, running over my hand. Did she pee on me? I hadn't noticed that before with her and it wetted some papers on the desk. While I was looking at the - for me - strange event which just happened, Monique was recovering from a clearly intense orgasm. She put her hand on mine, still between her legs.

- "Oh no... Did I squirt again? Shit." I didn't have a clue what she was saying. I had never heard the word "squirt" in my life... She looked at me and saw my confusion.

- "When I come very deeply, I lose some kind of fluid. It's like I cum ... like a man."

- "Oh, I didn't know that, but we will need to find a solution for this."

While I lifted her butt a little, I pulled out several papers, dripping with her squirt... Monique's look on her face changed suddenly when she saw them.

-"Fuck, these are the evaluation forms for tomorrow!"

- "So?"

- "There are only 8. Christian had them signed by the chairman of the ski school last week, because he's out this week!"

- "Photocopy them." I remained calm.

- "No, we can't! You will see it is a photocopy because of the signature. This evaluation form is also your diploma! We need to dry them quickly!"

She jumped off the desk and put each piece of paper on the hot radiators. It was a funny sight. Monique bending over, naked except for her bra over her belly, trying to get the papers drying on the heating, standing in front of a huge window looking out over the white valley.

I suppressed a laugh and forced myself back into my "master" role.

- "That will be another punishment! I might even add one in Christian's name for ruining his paperwork!"

She turned over to me.

- "Oh no!", please forgive me! I will do anything! But I guess I deserved a spanking."

- "You sure did! Such a bad girl needs a punishment she will remember her entire life!"

I must say honestly, I did not know at that time what I was going to do next. In 1989 there was no internet whereyou could research all sex acts from behind your desk. I guess I had less sexual knowledge at almost 17 than most 12 year olds now. But Monique played the game and that gave me the confidence to continue.

She returned to the desk, wiped away any remaining papers and bent over, while she looked over her shoulder. Her wonderful bottom exposed itself to me.

- "I am ready for your punishment, Sir! How many spankings should I endure?"

My mind was already into nailing her from behind, but her words brought me back to spanking. She was clearly into that.

- "At least 10!"

- "Oh mercy!", she moaned while she put down her head to the desk and put up her ass higher in the air.

I must say I was a bit uneasy. I did not know how to do that in a sexual context. Just go for it. She will let you know if not ok...

My right hand rubbed over her round butt cheeks, while my left hand wandered on her waist. I held up my hand and hesitated somewhat. This is weird! I moderated my force and let my flat hand land on her butt. A loud clap echoed through the room and Monique's head shot upright again.

- "I ... I think you are very considerate, Sir!"

So she wanted more and harder!?! Well she would get what she wanted!

I caressed the place where seconds later I wanted my hand to land. I again raised my hand but now much higher. With more force, I hit her bottom and I saw the shockwave travelling through her soft bum into the rest of her body. She couldn't suppress a groan expressing the sudden pain. But immediately after, she whispered : "Ooh yes, spank me! Spank me more!"

When I lifted my hand for the third time, I saw the red imprint of my hand in her butt cheek. I was shocked. How can I do this to her? How can I torture this magnificent butt? How can she adore this intense pain? She looked over her shoulder and soon saw my confusion.

- "Mmm go on! I deserve another 7!"

She clearly was into this game and for some strange reason the kick of power started to excite me. I raised my hand again and slapped it into her other cheek. A shock went through her body again.

- "Aaaaaaaah yeaah!"

After the fifth smack on her bottom, I remarked several impressions of my hands in her butt. Meanwhile my cock was in full battle status and wanted to feel some meet on the bone. I decided to intensify her "punishment". I positioned my throbbing cock just behind her pussy entrance, which was still wet with her squirt. With a swift movement of my pelvis, I forced myself deep in her lovetunnel. Obviously surprised, she groaned "Oumpfff!" when my underbelly hit her butt. I drew back quickly and before I forced her labia apart again, my hand hit the side of her butt cheek.

- "Oooooh yes that feels good!"

- "It's a fucking punishment and it's not over yet!"

More smacks and slaps echoed through the small office, while I lost count. Monique moaned and groaned with pleasure, but she was for sure also in pain. Her ass started to look really reddish and the impressions of my hands formed an abstract work of art. Just when I thought she had had enough, she slid her hand under her body. I knew she wanted to reach orgasm. In the theme of this game I decided to stop fucking her.

- "Noooooooo, I wanna come!"

- "Shut up and turn around. I am not done yet. Now on your back!" I tried to sound as stern as possible.

- "Yes, Sir, anything you want!", she obeyed while she turned over.

I took her by the ankles, put her legs up in the air and pulled her body to the side of the desk.

- "This was all foreplay. Now you gonna get your real punishment."

My cock was rock hard and danced on the beating of my heart in front of her little star. My hands got lower until I got a firm grip on the backside of her knees, her legs wide open. I moved myself against her shitter, gave her some seconds and when I felt her muscles gave in, I pushed myself all the way in.

- "Aaaaaahoooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhh! Goooooooooodddd!!!!"

In an instant her hand went to her clit and she started rubbing it like mad. I fucked her in her little ass at an infernal rhythm. Each time I drew back, the back side of my cockhead peeped out before being shoved back in her rectum. Monique was letting half of the world know about her arousal and pleasure. She shouted without any reserve and I was glad we were up in the mountains this time. While she rubbed her loveknob in search for a climax, I noted her face got as red as her ass. Under my thrusts, her body shook so wildly her hair swung in all directions. Her boobs danced on her chest and her chocolate coloured nipples moved mesmerizingly with them.

- "This is for fucking your boss, when you should have been fucking me! You are a little slut and sluts get punished only in one way : in their asses!" I had to shout to make myself heard above the slapping noise of my pelvis against her but, the scraping of the desk legs on the ground and Monique's ecstatic animal groans. She had no answer in words. She just nodded with her eyes closed. Her orgasm was too close. She even increased her own masturbation to an insane pace. Moments later - still under my powerful impacts - her body started to contract in anticipation of her sexual peak. She got even more red in her face, her hair draped partially over it. It got more and more difficult to keep my own pace in her anal alley, which was getting more and more tight. I compensated by adding more force to my thrusts. When her body finally gave up all resistance and released an impressive, all-consuming orgasm through her veins, her sphincter muscles around my cock pulsated in a such divine way, I immediately felt my orgasm preparing from deep, very deep in my body. It built up in a way I have never experienced afterwards. My hands and feet started to feel dull, while I felt my head turning red. I still saw - in a sort of tunnel vision - Monique still climaxing, when I passed the point of no return. All my muscles contracted until almost in spasm, my hard cock deep inside Monique's vibrating ass. Instants later I exploded deep in her soft but hard-fucked rectum. I couldn't recognize my own voice when a deep and long groan escaped my throat. In between my waves of warm cum, I drew back and pushed myself back in, delivering my hot sperm deeper and deeper in her intestines. The climax was overwhelming. When I shot the last drop in her, she was awakening out of her infernal orgasm. She watched me as I shook uncontrollably by the touch of her soft - but tight - anal lining on my now hypersensitive cockhead. My peak ended in a deep sigh.

Monique looked at me in her normal way after making love : with a charming smile. She looked very fatigued, her blond hair a complete mess and everything above her neck as red as after a day in the sun.

- "My goooood, that was great!" I admitted.

- "Me too...", she waited a moment and then continued, "Now don't you do that on a first date, young man! I am used to a lot, including hard anal, but do this with most other women and if you don't get a slap in the face, you might end up in jail for sexual assault!" She laughed and waived her hair off her face. Her normal facial colour started to come back.

- "On a first date I usually do not have to punish my ladies yet!", I joked.

- "But I suppose I gave you a crash course in all forms of sex this week, You had me in all positions and in all of my .... eh open ends. John. I must say I am proud of myself. I delivered a new man to this world, who will know how to handle a woman well...... in all circumstances."

We both laughed. I looked down. My cock still in her tight alley. I carefully withdrew my cockhead from her dark cavity. Immediately after, a large blob of whitish cum leaked out of her asshole and onto the desk. This is a fucking hot thing to view! She pushed herself up and slid off Christian's desk.

- "If our evaluation papers were still there, they would be unrecoverable now...", I said while pointing at the blob of cum on the desk.

She turned around and giggled. It made a long trail of cum escape her butthole, which was dangling between her legs. This is fucking sooooo hot!. I took my handkerchief and cleaned the cum on the desk away.

- "Shoot!", she looked at the clock, "We have to be quick. It's 8:25!"

Monique found her black thong and pulled it up, The trail of cum disappeared into the black lace of her underwear.

We jumped into our clothes, put on our ski boots and put all the paperwork back where it was before on the desk. When we wanted to leave, I saw the evaluation forms still on the radiator.

- "Oups, almost forgot these." Monique grabbed them and inspected them.

- "Almost dry."

She looked at them against the light and you could still see some light stains on them. They were also a bit wrinkled. I smelled one and I could faintly smell her scent.

- "Oh well, he will never know!" and put the papers where they were before.

- "But I will."

I winked at her and she closed the door..

- "And by the way, John, this was a fuck for fun and joy! Don't wanna make the same mistake again."

- "Be assured, me too. One more question : how do we explain why we went skiing on our own?"

- "Oh, everyone was invited, but only you showed up."

- "Huh?"

- "Just before I left this morning, I left 7 messages in the key boxes of the rest of the group, inviting them for this. A pity they did not show up, heh?"

I must say she had it all figured out well...

We put on our skis and rushed to the valley. I was exhausted when we arrived at the cable car station. Nobody was there.

- "We're lucky the lifts are closed today." She was a bit too early in her reaction. I saw Christian coming out of the door of the ski school and he walked our way.

He talked quite frankly to Monique and I could understand he saw it as a major risk she had invited the group for a "first snow" trip at 7:30. With a smile Monique argued back that there was no risk and since there was only one pupil who came along, she could handle any situation. Her smile broke his temper.

- "Glad you are back safely, John.", he said and shook my hand, "You never know what happens up there."

 

Here is the 5th and last episode. Enjoy.
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Episode 5

So this Thursday would be a day without skiing with the group. You quickly get bored on a hotel room, so I wanted to call Monique's room. The phone rang for quite a while without answer. I realized that one of the only things you can do on such a day is using the hotel's pool. Most probably she was there. I left my room and headed down the hallway. No swimming for me due to the wound on my hip, but I could not hold me back seeing her in bikini or swimsuit. When I arrived at the pool, I looked through the window and saw five of my colleagues with Monique in the pool. I waived from behind the window. Monique was sitting on the side of the pool, legs in the water, her back towards me. When Bart waived back, she looked over her shoulder and noticed me. Her hand waived back while her face showed the ever present smile. She wore the red bikini she had also on the first day we met. I admired her body from behind, while she was talking to Tom. I was completely at ease with him talking to her in private, when I thought back on our adventure this morning. How could a beauty like Monique have given me such a week to remember? I still could not believe it (and I still don't).

Monique stood up and for a second I thought she was going to dive in, but she might have remembered what happened last time and headed for the ladder on the other side. I and 5 other pairs of eyes followed her. Suddenly, I saw the red impressions of my fingers, coming out of her red bikini pants. They were not recognizable as actual finger marks but you could definitely see something happened on her butt cheeks. I was lucky I had slammed and smacked her ass several times on each side, as it made the markings less recognizable. I guess she didn't know my "artwork" was visible outside the red fabric of her bikini. She wiggled her hips like a catwalk model when she neared the ladder. I was awarded another spectacular view of her backside when she went down the ladder. Tom also pushed himself in the water, avoiding any exposure of his arousal in his speedo and so did the others. I found it all quite funny to watch as a spectator and I realized Monique should also know what effect she had on the boys. Despite the fact that my balls were emptied only two hours ago, my cock was again preparing to get ready for action. I tried to calm down and for once have some control over my dick. I was amazed I succeeded releasing my erection quite quickly. While Monique was swimming, I waived goodbye, ran back to my room and wrote on a piece of paper :


"Your red ass was showing in the pool. I should have spanked you harder and in more places!

xxx J

PS : please do me a favour and wear an 80E sized bra tomorrow... Don't ask me why."


We have exchanged some more naughty notes during the day and the receptionist played on with us. She must have been the only one on the planet who knew about our special bond. The last time I checked if there was any mail, the lady at the reception handed me an envelop which clearly contained something else than paper. The envelop was overstretched and I could feel textile in it. In my room, I opened it and moments later I had Monique's black thong in my hand : the one she wore this morning. A small piece of paper was pushed inside of it.


"This one contains more of you than it does of me, so technically it is yours. xxx M

PS: I wondered all day how you know my size? I indeed have 80E or 80F..."


.I stretched the thong to look at it in detail and on the inside I clearly noticed a trail of dried-up semen together with marks of her pussy juices. Instinctively, I brought the black lace to my face and inhaled deeply. Her scent was all over it, although the distinct smell of cum was mixed with it. I now had 2 pieces of her underwear and if I could win the bet with the boys it would not be the last.




The rest of the day passed by without any further "major" events. Christian told us to have a good night's rest, because tomorrow would be our final test. I took his advice and slept like a baby.


During breakfast the next morning there was a tense atmosphere. Everybody was a bit nervous and Monique was the only one trying to break the silence. But her attempts to start a conversation were fruitless and she gave up. We changed clothes and off we were. Christian greeted us at the cable car station and took us up. We skied down a few hundred metres when he stopped near his office, the place where Monique and I played our game yesterday. He told us to wait on the slope, while he skied to his office via the same small path we took 24 hours ago.

A few minutes later he was back. He went to Monique and they started a conversation in German. At a certain moment, he took out a binder from his backpack and opened it. He pointed to the papers inside and pulled up his eyebrows. Monique also looked surprised and suddenly I realized they must have been looking at the evaluation forms. Moments later Christian took one of the papers out of the binder and looked at it against the light. Even from where I was standing, I could see bright spots on it. They also looked more wrinkled than yesterday. After this examination, Christian raised his shoulders and said to us in his best English :

- "Guys, this is the day you will pass or fail the exam to become ski-instructor for the Swiss ski school. You all have the ability, but you only have one chance to show it. There are 7 exercises which will give a mark on 10 criteria."

He went on to explain the 7 tests in detail, sometimes helped by Monique if his English was insufficient.

- "Test by test we will note down your scores on these evaluation forms, which will be signed of by me and Monique and they will become your diploma." He waived them.

- "Unfortunately, yesterday's storm blew some snow under the door of my office. Most papers have become wet. Sorry for that. I will see if we can provide you with a new one afterwards."

In my mind I could see Monique squirt on my hand again, making the markings on the papers Christian had in his hands now. I could not avoid a smile on my face. Monique looked strict, without emotions.


The following two hours we all went through the 7 tests. It was a mix of skiing skill tests and tests that were more didactically oriented. It was around 1 PM when Tom finished as last person the final test. Christian put away his pen. The papers disappeared in the binder and the binder in his backpack.

- "OK, let's ski to the village. You can have lunch in the hotel."

- "Did we all succeed?" Like all of us Gerard was dieing to know the result.

- "Christian and myself need to decide upon that. Meet us at 4 PM in the hotel bar, where we will inform you." For the first time, I experienced Monique as a teacher.


After lunch, Monique and Christian went to the bar and took place at a small table. They spread the evaluation forms on it and then saw we also were entering the bar. Christian waived his hand to show we were not wanted and we turned around.

- "He wants her in private again!" Tom complained.

- "Oh well, he can have her. We saw them fuck and they even don't know!"

Some went playing on the football table, others went swimming and I heard Eric ask Tom if he could borrow his "literature". I went to my room and dropped on the bed. Tomorrow I would be on the train towards home, away from Monique. I thought about her words on the two forms of sex. I had peace with us not being a couple, but I would surely miss her divine sex classes! I comforted myself with the thought that I would be meeting lots of girls in the future, whom I would impress with the skills Monique taught me. In fact, 29 years later, I must conclude these days in the Alps were the most fantastic sexual experience I had and they are still to be equalled up to now.


As 4 PM neared, my hands started to get sweaty. Would I be paying cash by a failure, because of my obsession with Monique? This thought circled in my mind over and over until 4 PM. I closed my door when Tom passed by. He also looked stressed. Without saying a word, we went down the stairs and entered the bar. Minutes later all 8 of us were there, looking at the table where Monique and Christian were.

- "I know you all are anxious to know the result." Christian said with his typical German accent, "Therefore I will wait no longer. I am extremely happy to announce you have all passed the exam!"

I saw fists being balled, high-fives being given and hands being shook. Bart came up to me and hugged me while we were patting each other's back.

- "Well done!"

- "Yes, we've done it!"

- "Pfew, it must have been a close call." Gerard was more than happy he turned around the bad situation after his mid term exam. And I could forgive him about the sneaky words he said earlier.

- "Well done, Gerard!" and I tapped him on the shoulder.

Christian started to shout our names, one after the other, while waiving our diplomas. When he called my name, he handed me my diploma and congratulated me with a warm handshake.

I looked at the thick wrinkled paper and smiled ; not because of satisfaction of getting my degree, but because I got the paper which must have been on top under Monique's ass. It was heavily stained and it was full of wrinkles.

- "I am sorry about the diploma. I will get you a newly signed version via mail. Our chairman is unavailable now for signing new ones." Christian apologized.

- "No need for that. There is only one original and this is the one!" I said.

We all got three kisses of Monique and I bet for most of us this was the highlight of the evening.... up to now.

Christian ordered 10 beers for all of us. And yes, for any American readers, in Europe in 1989 it was quite normal to have a beer at the age of (almost) 17... I guess we all had 3, before we went to the restaurant. Most of us then wanted to call home to bring the news and it created a line at the telephone booth near the reception. After dinner, Monique proposed to go to a pub in the village where they also had a dance floor. That would be the ideal place to celebrate our success. We all agreed, although Christian said he could not stay too long because of another obligation. I guess nobody felt bad about that.

When we were walking to the pub, fresh snow was again falling. Our boots crushed the fresh snow with the typical sound.

- "Hey John..." Tom whispered, "Remember the bet?"

- "Of course! How could I forget that? No doubt she has an 80E. So prepare for the worst!"

- "But how are you going to prove it?"

- "I have an idea... you will see."

In fact, I did not know how I could prove it, without becoming suspicious again. The rest of the walk I spent thinking over all options. By the time we entered the pub, I had decided. I was going to ask her a note confirming her size. I thought that the boys would not find it suspicious and would just admire my guts asking for it.

When we entered the bar the loud music - I guess it was Softcell - hit us in the face, together with the thick cigarette smoke. Christian and Monique started talking at a table, while 8 heads were close together as in a conspiracy at a bar table somewhat further.

- "We need proof on paper. Without that there is no winner."

- "Yes, but who is going to ask for it." I asked. I knew I was going to be forced into this role, so that's why I asked the question.

- "Well you started the bet. So I think you should do that, John !"

All agreed with Eric's analysis and I played along. I hid my eyes with my hand, showing them I could not believe what I was about to do.

- "Ok, guys, but remember. If she is really a 80E, someone of you will need to provide me with her bra."

- "Oh well, whatever. But you pay us a beer if she has anything else than an 80E!"

- "OK."

We ordered a round of beer and toasted. Soon after Christian stood up from the table he was sitting at with Monique and walked up to us. He apologized he had to leave so early and shook hands with all of us. Moments later he disappeared through the door and into the thick snow.

- "OK guys, she is alone now. I will get your proof now!" After a large gulp of beer, I headed in her direction.

- "I can't believe he is doing this!" Tom said admiringly behind my back.

I took the chair Christian was on moments ago. I pulled it closer and bent a bit over the table.

- "What is going on, John?", she said a bit confused, looking at the seven pair of eyes that were looking in our direction.

- "No worries. all is under control. This is a boy's joke. Remember I asked you to wear an 80E bra tonight?"

- "Yes..."

- "Well, the first night we saw you in the bar, I bet with the guys you had bra size 80E."

- "But how did you know?"

I told her about my special gift and about my mother's lingerie shop.

- "But now I need proof you have an 80E in order to win the bet. Can you write something down?"

She smiled and took the pen and paper I handed her.

- "You guys are really sick!", she said teasingly, while she was writing.

Shortly after, she handed me the note, shaking her head to show the guys her disapproval with the situation.

- "Thanks! And stay here at this table. I might be back in a moment..."

I took the note and a few steps later I was at the high bar table where the guys were standing. I folded open the note and I put it on the table. Eager eyes read :


"I have bra-size 80E. Monique"


- "No way!"

- "Incredible!"

- "How did you dare ask her that in person?"

- "Sometimes you need to face obstacles to overcome them", and patted myself on my chest, "But I must say I almost pissed in my pants. You know what this means, guys! Someone has to go over to that lady and ask her to hand over her bra..."

I looked at my seven colleagues.

- "Well Tom?" I tried.

- "No way, man. Can you imagine? It's one thing to ask her about her bra size, but it's another to ask her to take it off!"

- "Yeah, John, this is not really achievable. Be honest."

- "I want my prize and you agreed upon it."

- "This is ridiculous..."

- "Come on, guys! Have some balls!"

A long silence followed.

- "Maybe I ...", Bart hesitated, "Oh forget it. I will not make a complete fool of myself."

Again silence, except for Tina Turner on the background. I looked over my shoulder and saw Monique alone at her table.

- "Look, I have a proposition : what if I go ask her?" I needed to de-block the situation.

- "Why would you do that?"

- "Because I want my prize!!!!"

- "OK for me!", Tom quickly agreed.

- "Not so fast: my reward for this is that you buy me drinks for the rest of the night."

All seven quickly agreed. I guess I sold my move to cheap. they were all happy this was going to be off their plate.

- "Wish me luck. I will have a bra in my hands in a minute or I will have a sore cheek."

- "You are so unpredictable, John!"

- "Respect, man..."

Again, I headed for her table. I would have to explain the situation well, otherwise she would declare me officially crazy I was doing this in front of the group.

- "I told you I was going to be back." I said, "As a prize for winning the bet, I did not tell you yet I asked for your bra." She looked like she did not understand what I was saying, so I quickly clarified : "They do not dare to ask it to you so I proposed to do it for them in return for them buying me drinks for the rest of the night. Sorry for the late notice."

- "My God, you guys...." She looked genuinely not at ease with it.

- "There is no risk, Monique. They think I have the biggest balls to ask you this. They still think you and Christian are a couple, so work with me. It will be fun."

- "I have two problems with this, John." She looked really serious and I thought I pushed it too far now. Maybe I actually did! "First problem is that you ask me the bra of the only complete set I have left. The other two sets are halved since you have the lower parts already. And now you ask for my bra... This is going to cost me big time in the lingerie whop when I am back home!."

She winked at me with the eye not visible by the group. It reassured me to see she wanted to play along.

- "Second problem is that you ask me a favour which will give you the advantages. This is not fair." While she said this, she waived her finger to show she was not ok with what I was proposing. I decided to play along and folded the fingers of my two hands together and beg her. I could only imagine how my colleagues would follow it from a distance.

- "Look, let me give you an advantage back : I will pay you for a new bra when we will be back at the hotel."

- "Hmmm, not enough I think..." She was playing hard to get and the more time our discussion took, the more credible it was.

- "A new set is the best I can do."

- "OK", she said and stood up from the table.

I was puzzled by her leaving. I looked at the group and they made gestures to ask what was the situation. I pulled up my shoulders and bit on my underlip. Bart came up to me.

- "So what happened?", he asked.

- "I don't know. I tried to explain the situation, but suddenly she stood up and disappeared."

- "Where did she go?"

- "I don't know... She stood up, said nothing and disappeared amidst the people on the dancefloor."

I stood up and went to back to the table of the group.

- "What happened?", Gerard asked.

- "I guess I screwed up."

- "Man, you have my deepest respect." Nico patted me on the back.

- "I do not know where you got the courage. Pffew!"

- "Glad it wasn't me... I would have not lived to tell it."

- "Shhhh, she's back !!!", Tom whispered and eight heads turned around.

The conversation halted abruptly. Monique came walking up to us, looking very serious. She moved in between us and said "I heard you had quite a little bet going on here?"

The group looked like schoolchildren who were busted doing naughty stuff.

- "Eeeeh, yes, but it wasn't serious, you know, we ...". Tom tried to rescue the situation.

- "Every bet is serious, guys!"

Nobody knew where to look and I honestly thought I misinterpret the situation completely. Would this be the bummer of this week?

- "And if you lose, you do what you promised. Why do you let John ask for what you should have been asking?" Monique put her hand on the table and underneath it I saw the white lace of her folded bra. "Here you go, John, I guess you earned it for your courage to ask." She moved her hand across the table towards me. When she lifted her hand, seven pairs of eyes almost rolled on the table.

- "Thank you...", I said as timidly as I could, while I stuffed away the bra in my back pocket..

- "So.... you are not mad at us?" Tom wanted confirmation of what he heard and saw.

- "Oh come on, guys. I'm a big girl. I can take a student joke. But in return, you will have to buy me drinks too!"

The group sighed in relief and laughed.

- "Beer for all!", Bart yelled and gestured to the waiter behind the bar. The atmosphere was light and funny for the rest of the night. I was happy to be able to make fun with Monique together with the group without the worry of the boys finding out about Monique and me. Instead they thought I was the man with the biggest balls they ever met, and I could live with that.

A couple of hours later and seriously loaded with several half litre beers, we headed back to the hotel. Underway Tom offered me the equivalent of 100 USD for the bra in my back pocket. Although I was quite tipsy (and so was he), I thought I could make some money to pay Monique's lingerie. I almost had no money and this could save me. So the deal went on.

Most of us were happy to go to bed and - I must be honest - it was also the only thing I could do after so many beers and an exhausting week.

The next day, we had to hurry to catch our train. Monique was nowhere to find. I looked if she left a message at the reception and I called her room, but she was just not there. It seemed, I had to leave without goodbyes.

The train arrived in a slow pace at platform 2. The doors opened and soon we would be heading home. At the last moment, while I was pushing my suitcase on the train, I heard Nico yell from the train window above me : "Ooh, hi Monique!!!"

So she came to say goodbye anyway... The guys in the train rushed out again, anxious to miss a goodbye kiss if they stayed on. We all got three polite kisses and a lot of nice words about how good our group was and how much fun it had been.

A whistle sounded and we made way to the door of the train. While she followed us, I took some distance from the group.

- "Here you go. This is for a new set of lingerie." I tried to push the money I got from Tom in her hand.

- "Oh John, I was just kidding. I will be fine. Keep it."

The door closed behind me with a loud click and seconds later I saw her smile disappear out of the small window, when the train started moving.
I have never forgiven myself for having sold her bra...

THE END

 

Epilogue
Now you all know my story. For me it was great fun re-living that week 29 years ago.
I have never seen Monique back although I was a ski-teacher several times in the 3 years she was under contract. I never had the luck to be assigned to the same village as she was. I didn't even ask for her address (I guess she would not have given me ;-) so I could not write her either. All I knew was her name : Monique M. (I know her full name but will not disclose it here). I have searched many times on the internet during the last years, but could not find her or any useful link.
So, that's why I try it via this forum now : if there are any members here who know a Monique M., living in the Netherlands, born in 1966-1967, who has been a ski-instructor in Switzerland, blond hair with large curls and ... an 80E ;-) : LEAVE ME A MESSAGE !!! I want to meet her and talk about that magical week again.

I looked up some photos on the internet of ladies who reminded me of her back then. You can find them here.
Many thanks!
John

 

I realize it is quite a long read (42 pages in word). Maybe I was too detailed? Let me know. Also remarks on style and content are welcome.
John

 

you write a pretty good story to keep most cocks at attention. I gave it a rating of two loads I shot while reading it.

 

Very hot, I love a detailed story