A Skiing Story


I knelt down in the snow and opened the latches on
her ski boots. After a respectable morning and
half an afternoon of skiing, she had started to
complain that her feet hurt. I don't wonder.
Rental boots never fit right and my old boots were
beginning to feel a little tight as well. She was
pretty good even though she hadn't skied in some
time. It had been fun. I had made my usual
comments about the other skiers to pass the time
on the chair lift and had gotten her to laugh. We
had crashed into each other a couple of times and
had eaten the usual tasteless and expensive ski
lodge lunch. I sensed it was time to quit.

I got up after opening her boots and without
warning, she pulled off my ski cap. As usual, my
hair stood up with static electricity in the dry,
cold air. She burst out laughing. Not to be
outdone, I pulled her hat off and she managed to
look just as funny as I did. We pronounced it our
own personal "Hats Off" Award. I'd remember it and
do it to her again, if I ever got the chance.

Even with her "Hats Off" doo, she was very
attractive. Pretty eyes and a wise, knowing smile
that really attracted me. The ski pants didn't
hurt either. Some day, I thought...

We drove to Manchester in search of a place to
eat. Before we did, we strolled up and down to
look at the shops and had even peeked into one or
two. We crossed the street and climbed a snow bank
to get to the sidewalk. I took her hand to help
and then held on to it as we continued to walk. It
felt good. Mid-block, I decided that life is
short; I might as well just do it. I stopped,
turned to her and said, "Can I tell you
something?"

"Sure," she said.

"I've really had a good time today; not just the
skiing. I've enjoyed being with you," I said.
Then, I took her face in my hands and gave her a
kiss. To my surprise, she put her arms around me,
pulled me back and kissed me, now longer and with
more feeling.

I was embarrassed, standing on the sidewalk at
dusk, kissing a very nice woman, but didn't dare
say so. In a minutes, she let go of me and without
a word, we turned and strolled on, still hand in
hand. All of a sudden, I was nice and warm.

We selected one of those restaurants that one only
finds in Vermont. Lots of junk nailed to the
walls. Ersatz Tiffany lamps over the tables, blue
glass dishes and a very "country" tablecloth. We
chatted quite happily though the ordering process,
had a drink and picked at the "house salads." The
entree arrived and we devoured it. As we dined, it
grew dark outside and the waitress arrived at the
table to clear our dishes and light the candle on
the table. The waitress, or more correctly, parts
of her, caught my attention. As she turned to
leave, I let my eyes sweep across the back of her
jeans.

"Probably in high school," she said rather
reproachfully.

"I was just..." I offered.

"My butt is easily as nice as hers. You just can't
see it from there," she interrupted.

"Unfortunately, I can't," I responded.

"Well, take a look!" she said as she got up, came
close to me and turned around very slowly, looking
back over her shoulder.

Of course, she was right. Beautiful legs, an
almost perfectly flat stomach, just the right
thigh separation and an outstanding rear end, all
packaged in ski pants. I felt myself getting warm.
I thought I'd try and be daring. "Can I touch?" I
asked.

"Of course not, at least not here," she warned, as
she sat down again. Once seated, she grinned a
wide grin and winked in the most attractive way.
"See," she said, "I don't like competition."

"Believe me, you don't have any," I said, trying
my best to recover from my poor judgment of
letting my eyes wander.

We ordered some brandy and drank it in our coffee.
The candlelight caught her eyes which were
shining. We talked and laughed. At every
opportunity, she kidded me unmercifully. I loved
every minute of it.

Eventually, we left and found the car in the now
cold parking lot. Once seated, I reached over and
gave her a long kiss. I touched her thigh as a way
of pulling her closer.

"Will," she said. "Could we go? I'm freezing!"

"Sure," I said meekly as I started the engine. My
ski pants had begun to tighten there for a minute
but now, they were nice and loose for the drive to
our motel.

We had discussed staying together over a number of
telephone conversations. We had decided, or more
rightly she had decided, that we were adults and
things would just have to work themselves out. I
had resigned myself to the fact that sleeping in
the same room (if not the same bed) was a good way
to get to know this very nice woman even better
and that was something that I really wanted to do.

We had dropped our stuff off at the motel earlier
that day and pronounced it OK, even cute. In fact,
it was fairly comfortable. We parked in front, I
unlocked the door and brought the rest of our ski
stuff in. She was already at the bureau, taking
things out of her ski jacket pockets. Then she
took her ski jacket off and sat on the end of the
bed.

"OK, she said, who's get the shower first?"

"Well, we could share," I offered, hopefully.

"Will, she said, "I haven't figured that part out
yet. You know I like you and that I want to see
you again...lots. In fact, I want to sleep with
you. I just don't know if this is the right time."

"OK," I said rather dejectedly. "You're right.
That wasn't part of the deal. I understand."

"I'm glad," she said, walking over and giving me
kiss on the forehead. "I won't be long." With that
she gathered up her stuff and headed for the
bathroom, pulling the door shut behind her.

By the time the water finally stopped running in
the bathroom, I had changed into jeans and a
sweatshirt. When the door finally opened, she
emerged in a T-shirt that could easily pass as a
skirt. Her face was pink from wind burn and hot
water. She looked nothing short of great! I did my
best to see what was under the T-shirt.

"We're a little short of towels," she said. "I
think I used them all."

"OK," I said. " I'll go get some more." I got up
and jogged down to the motel office where I asked
for more towels.

"Women really use 'em," the clerk offered in his
most Vermont accent.

"They seem to," I replied. I took the towels and
jogged back through the now frigid air to our
room.

Once inside, I decided that if I wasn't going to
be able to make love to her, I might as well get a
good night's sleep. It was 9:30 PM when I finally
got my stuff together and got into the wet and
steamy bathroom.

Once under the water, I felt much better. I began
to relax. I did notice that even with all that hot
water, my penis was semi-erect. I thought about
taking care of it right then and there but then
thought better of it.

"Be an adult," I thought. "That's what she
expects."

Once I was thoroughly relaxed by the shower, I got
out and combed my thinning hair carefully. Then I
shaved and splashed on some after-shave that I
found in my shaving kit. Mistake. Where did I get
that stuff? Maybe she won't notice. She'd have to
be smell-impaired not too!

Finally, it was wardrobe selection time. My
options were limited. I had in the bathroom with
me jeans (no good for sleeping), a T-shirt (maybe)
underwear (I never sleep in them but considering
the conditions, OK) and a sweatshirt emblazoned
with the names of two Puerto Rican prize fighters
that someone at HBO had given me. OK. It's the
T-shirt and the underwear. No, can't walk around
like that! Try the sweatshirt and underwear.
Better. At least it covers a little more. Suited
up, I picked up stuff and opened the door.

She was on the phone, probably calling home, I
thought. Seeing if her son was OK. She was sitting
on the edge of the bed and I couldn't take my eyes
off her perfectly beautiful legs, bare and smooth.
I managed to drop my belt and glanced over as I
bent to pick it up. White underpants between long
legs! Yes!

What are you doing, I thought? Be an adult. Grown
men down try to look up girl's skirts!

I busied myself with putting my clothes away. As I
did she hung up the phone and we talked about kids
and worrying and being a mom. I ended up sitting
across from her on the other bed as we talked.

"Want to watch TV?" I asked.

"I think I want to sleep, if that OK with you,"
she replied.

"Fine," I said. "Me too." "Want the light out?"

"Fine," she said ask she swung her legs up onto
the bed and under the covers.

I got up and turned out the light. The room was
still light enough to see her. I bend down and
kissed her on the forehead. "Night," I said.

"Cm'ere a minute," she said and she pulled me down
to a sitting position. "Can I have a real
goodnight kiss?"

I slipped my arms around here and kissed her
gently and long. She responded, not hard but just
as gently. When the kiss was over, I put my face
down next to her ear and said softly, "I really
like you."

"Meet to... a lot. Thanks for putting up with me
and thanks for a wonderful day," she said.

I took that as an invitation for another kiss. She
seemed to agree because her hands went under my
sweatshirt to my back. The kiss was long and very
warm. I got an erection immediately. I was about
to make love to this woman I had thought about for
months. I slipped my hand under the blankets to
feel her.

"Will?" she said as I groped for her under the
blankets. "Do you really care about me?"

"You know I do," I said, knowing that this was not
my best response.

"Could we just go to sleep then?"

"In two beds or one?" I asked, knowing what was
coming and knowing that it would not be me.

"Two?" she asked. "If you get in here with me, you
know what will happen. It's just not right for me
yet."

"OK," I said, getting untangled and planting one
more fatherly kiss on her forehead. "I'm a big
boy."

With that, I retired to my cold, lonely bed and
covered myself up. I closed my eyes and tried to
relax. Too hot in here. I uncovered myself and lay
on the covers. My eyes closed again.

"Will?" she said in the dark.

"Yes? I answered.

"Remind me to buy you some good after-shave. That
stuff you have on is terrible," she giggled.

"Thanks," I said. "I needed that." Another giggle
came out of the other bed.

"This is fun," she said.

"I know," I replied. "I just like being with you."
I meant it. My eyes closed again as the exertion
of the day took over. It was quiet and nice here.
Cozy. I could sleep.

A few minutes later, I heard another, "Will?"

"Yes, sweetheart?" I responded. I kept my eyes
closed.

"Can we go someplace together again?"

"Sure. Let's think about it," I said. Sleep was
coming over me.

"I will," she said.

"Night..." was the last thing I heard.

I awoke at about 2:00 AM. I was very hot. Like
most Vermont motels, they heated with a vengeance.
I sat up and took the sweatshirt off. I lay back
down. I had a raging hard-on. Always happens to
men at night. Up and down, all night long. I
wanted to take the underwear off. Can't stand to
sleep that way. I slipped my hand down and touched
myself. I was wet... probably dreaming. My close
contact with this wonderful woman had built up a
tremendous amount of sexual tension. Like a
typical man, I just wanted to relieve it.

I looked over. She was sleeping on her side,
facing away from me. I could hear her breathing.

I pulled my underpants down and relaxed, touching
my wet tip with my index finger. I thought about
the beautiful candle-lit eyes, the smile and yes,
the butt-in-the-ski pants and the white underwear
between the long legs. I thought about the good
night kiss. I was safe and alone with a beautiful
woman... one I really liked and cared about and
one that liked me back. The feeling came over me
very quickly. I kept my eyes closed and let the
dreams float through my mind. The only thing that
changed was my breathing. At the last second, I
held myself tightly and spurted up onto my stomach
and chest. The tension flowed out of me with each
spasm. I sank back down against the pillow. The
peace came over me that always follows. I lay
there for some time.

I became aware of my stickiness. There was stuff
all over me, my penis, my hand, my stomach and
parts of my chest. I need to clean thing up a bit.
I sat up and reached over for what I remembered to
be a box of tissues. I found some and started to
wipe myself off.

"Feel better?" I heard.

A cold chill came over me. Why hadn't I gone into
the bathroom like any sane person!

"Sorry," I said. "I thought you were asleep."

I continued to wipe myself off and groped for my
underwear.

"It's OK," she said, now on her other side,
looking directly at me.. "I haven't seen a guy do
that in a long time. Were you thinking about me?"

"Yep," I said retreating under the covers, too
mortified to come up with anything more original.

"Good," I heard from the other bed. "Someday, I'll
do that for you."

"OK," was all I could come up with. I hoped that I
didn't sound angry. I wasn't. Just embarrassed.
And tired.

"Will?" came from the other bed.

"Hmmm?" I replied.

"Thanks for thinking about me. See you in the
morning."

That's the last I remember until the gray Vermont
morning finally awakened me.

One thing about me is that I have manners. I open
car doors, take ladies hands and always, always,
get coffee in the morning. I was up at six,
showered quietly and escaped to the motel office
where the coffee pot was. I filled a cardboard
tray with three coffees, cream and about a dozen
sugars. Then I thought... Does she drink coffee? I
filled up a second tray with two cups of hot
water, numerous tea bags and some lemon. When I
got back to our room, she was still sleeping. I
drank my coffee quietly until I heard...

"Did you get coffee? How sweet!"

A head emerged from the covers. The "hats off"
award belonged to her. She sat up and pulled the
covers up around her.

I came over with coffee. "Madame? I said in my
most waiterly accent. "Do you drink coffee?"

"I love the smell," she responded. "Do we have
tea?"

"As a matter of fact, we do!" "Is there anything
else Madame requires?"

"Madame requires a kiss," she said. "And right
now!"

I bent down and kissed her, longer than I should
have but not too long. When we finished, I sat
down on the edge of her bed and looked at her. She
didn't like that.

"Listen... don't stare. This is what I look like
in the morning. I'll improve," she stated firmly.

"I think you look cute," I tried.

"You looked pretty cute last night, too" she
jabbed.

"I thought we were going to...," I tried back

"Sorry," she said. "Just kidding. At least I know
you're human. Hand me some lemon?"

She drank her tea and chatted with me for some
minutes. Then she announced she was getting up.

"Can you keep yourself busy while I take a
shower," she asked.

"Trust me," I said.

She jumped out of bed, pulled her T-shirt down,
went though her bag for some clothes and
disappeared into the shower.

About a half hour later, she emerged. Black
stretch pants, fluffy white sweater and a touch of
makeup, although it was hard to tell. She looked
beautiful. She walked over to the dresser.

"Can I look at this stuff you carry in your
pockets?" she asked. My stuff was spread out on
the dresser. Change, some money in a clip, an
wrinkled American Express receipt from dinner,
keys and my wallet.

"Sure, if you want," I replied.

She looked though my things. She picked up the
money clip. "Is this enough to get us home?" she
asked. "I have money with me if you need it."

"No, that's OK. We have plenty of money," I
replied, but I loved the gesture.

Then she pickup my wallet. She looked in every
little pocket. "No pictures?" she asked.

"Nope," I replied. "No one to carry a picture of."

"You really could use a new wallet," she offered.
I did, but guys never care about that kind of
thing. Now I really wanted one.

"Yes, I do," I replied.

"Maybe Santa will bring one," she grinned at me.
"It always fascinates me what men carry in their
pockets. Do you really use all of those keys?"

"Most of them," I commented. "Some could come off
the ring, I guess."

Satisfied, she put down my keys and came close to
me, draping her arms over my shoulders. I could
smell a scent of some kind. I got a kiss on the
nose. I put my arms around her and drew her even
closer. There was no resistance. Then I got a big
kiss.

She felt so good! I put my hand under her hair at
the back of her neck and help it there. The kiss
finished, her head went to my shoulder. "Hmmm,"
she said contentedly.

I let my hands roam down her back. "Feels good to
be held," she said.

"I know," I responded. "It's the thing I miss most
about not having a woman in my life."

"Well, I think you have one now," she murmured.

My right hand drifted down from the small of her
back to her butt. It felt great in those stretch
pants. She responded by coming a little closer,
pressing her mid-body against mine. I reacted as
most healthy males would.

"Nice feeling," she said, next in my ear that she
was kissing lightly.

My hand continued to feel her rear end. I was very
erect and uncomfortable.

"Will," she said in my ear. "If you want, I'll get
undressed."

"Do you want?" I said back.

"I want you to be happy. It's not fair that I turn
you on and then just walk away. Of course I want
to. I'd just like to keep us apart for a little
longer, if that's OK with you."

She was a keeper. Attractive, careful, sensitive
and despite my clumsiness, she liked me. It was an
offer that it would take some maturity to refuse.
I decided to try to walk through this minefield
carefully.

"Kiss me and we'll go to breakfast," I offered.

"Mmmm... I do like you a lot!" was her response as
I got a big wet smack right on lips.

After breakfast, we gathered up of things and
decided not to ski but start the drive home using
as many back roads as possible. We chatted,
exchanged secrets (so much easier to do now) and
stopped at several of Vermont's "antique" shops.
Later, as it grew dark, I saw her nodding off as
we drove.

"Sleepy?" I asked.

"Yeah, good sleepy," she responded.

I convinced her to put the seat back and in ten
minutes she was asleep. She didn't stir when I
stopped and covered her my ski jacket. I kissed
her on the forehead and resumed the long drive
home.