Message-ID: <25446asstr$964325418@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Stephen Parker X-Original-Message-ID: <3979AD26.21585E33@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit NNTP-Posting-Date: 22 Jul 2000 14:19:01 GMT X-Accept-Language: en Subject: {ASSM} Ski Trip (MF Rom) Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 00:10:19 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius The man in the old Army field jacket adjusted his sunglasses and puffed on the cigarette dangling from the I corner of his mouth. He had thick black hair, a ruddy complexion, and bushy eyebrows. "It reminds me somewhat of the Himalayas," he said. "You were in the Himalayas, Parker?" Julie asked. "I didn't know that." "Yes, it was several years ago, in connection with my work." "Your work?" asked the pilot; a bit befuddled. "Yes;" replied Julie. "Parker used to be an engineer, you see.'' Parker took the cigarette out of his mouth and blew smoke in the air. "That was long ago and far away," he said with nostalgia in his voice. "Now I'm just an ordinary guy taking a well-earned vacation." "You're hardly ordinary," Julie said, an enigmatic smile on her narrow, pretty faces. "I'll get the equipment out of the copter," said the pilot, moving toward the open door again. "Let me help you," said Parker. They reached into the helicopter and pulled out two pairs of skis, ski poles, and two small knapsacks, laying the equipment on the snow at the top of the mountain. "Well, I guess that's about it," said the pilot, rubbing his hands together. "If you like, I can wait until you're on your way down." "That won't be necessary, Parker replied. "We'll just move the equipment over there, and you can take off." "You're sure?" "Quite sure:'' The pilot held out his hand. "Well, have a nice trip down." "Thank you," Parker replied, shaking his hand. The pilot shook hands with Julie, "Good luck." "Thank you." The pilot returned to his helicopter, as Parker and Julie gathered up their equipment and walked away from the helicopter. The top of the mountain was a long narrow area that sloped off gradually, and they made their way to the far end, setting the equipment down and looking back at the helicopter. The pilot started it up and engaged the propeller. Slowly the helicopter rose into the clear blue sky, throwing loose a hurricane of snow underneath. Parker and Julie shielded their faces for a few seconds, and then the helicopter was high in the sky, angling east toward the airport outside Vail. The sound of its engines grew fainter, and it became a speck of dust in the sky. Soon it could be heard no more. Parker and Julie stood, dusting the powdery snow from their jackets, two solitary figures standing together at the top of the mountain. "It's rather eerie up here, isn't it?" Julie asked, the sun catching highlights in her golden hair. "Eerie?" Parker replied. "No, I don't think I'd call it eerie. Pd call it peaceful, but of course, to some people a peaceful setting would appear eerie, particularly if their lives are as hectic and filled with important personages as your is, my dear lady." "My life isn't that hectic, and I don't know that many important personages." She cocked her head to the side. "I think you have me confused with some other lady." "But my dear, I've been reading about you for years in magazines. You marry this one, divorce him, and then marry that one, and divorce him. You are seen at Cannes on the arm of this movie star, and at Zurich on the arm of that important diplomat. You are present at the opening of a new discotheque in New York, a new art exhibition in Paris, and are seen slinking into a notorious homosexual nightclub in Hamburg, attired as a sailor, to watch depraved men performing lewd acts with each other. Therefore, if I'm not referring to you, then who would I be referring to?" She looked at him pleadingly. "Parker, we've found each other here in this little skiing resort, and we've fallen in love. Why do you persist in trying to spoil everything by insulting me?" Parker raised his eyebrows behind his sunglasses. "Insult you? Are you trying to say that I've distorted the truth in some way?" "Well no, but.. "You mean I've more or less told the truth?" "Well yes, but.. "Then how am I insulting you?" She wrinkled her brow. "You're insulting me by inferring that I'm a loose woman." Parker laughed. "If you tell a woman the truth about herself, she invariably will take it as an insult. I've never said you're a loose woman. All I'm saying is that, given your pattern, you'll leave me as soon as you find someone else who tickles your fancy." She smiled and fluttered her eyelashes. "Nobody tickles my fancy like you do, Parker. I really do love you, regardless of what you think of me." "I'll bet you say that to all the guys." "Oh, Parker, you're so cynical." She looked around. "How can you be so cynical in this magnificent setting." "1 don't consider myself cynical--only realistic. And one must make a special effort to be realistic in magnificent settings such as this." "You talk too much, Parker. Kiss me." "And what will that solve?" "Everything." They kissed and the bright winter sun shone on them. Parker embraced her tall lean body, and could feel its outline beneath her ski clothes stuffed with goose down. He'd met her only three days ago, had been dazzled by her, and now was so involved that he knew there was sorrow waiting for him, for her type never stayed for long; they were like beautiful butterflies that flitted from flower to flower, and he had to admit to himself that that was an important part of their charm. "I love you Parker," she whispered, kissing his ear. "Sure you do," he grumbled. "I do. You know I do." "For the moment, maybe." "Perhaps so, but that's all the more reason for making the moment as line as glittering as we can." "Or perhaps it's all the more reason for not taking it seriously at all." "But life is, merely a stage Parker, and we are merely players, so why not make this a great romantic scene, instead of one disfigured by your doubt and fear?" "Why not?'' Parker asked moving a few inches away from her. "Because I believe in seeing things as they arc, and not as I would like them to be. Adults shouldn't live in a fantasy world, because fantasies lack substance, and we shouldn't let our lives become insubstantial.'' "What I feel for you is very substantial," she replied softly, resting her cheek against his chest. "Yes, but that feeling exists within a framework of fantasy. You pretend that we're going to be together forever, although you know that very well we won't. That irritates me. I'd be happier if you were more honest with me." She looked up at him. "You want me to be honest? But why? It's so much more fun to dream." "Dreaming is for sleep. When we're awake, we should try to see what's really there." "Oh pooh." Julie frowned, stepped back and looked to Mount Saddlebrook on the other side of the valley. She could see the network of ski trails on the slope facing her; at this distance they looked like scratches on the side of the mountain. She turned and looked at Parker again. "You're too rigid, I think, but I suppose that's because you were a spy for the CIA once. I wish you'd loosen up, Parker." He shrugged. "Sometimes people get so loose that they fall apart. Clinically it's known as schizophrenia." "In the real world, it's known as love." Parker smiled and shook his head sadly. "Julie, there's a difference between love and lust, and a difference between love and fantasy. I think it's time that you took note of the demarcations." She faced him on the mountaintop and looked into his eyes. "All I know is that I love you today, and that regardless of what happens tomorrow, there always will have been today and the beautiful memory of it that I'll have if you only shut your big mouth." Parker laughed. "I like that. Somehow it has the ring of truth to it. It's the kind of remark that a man can build a day on, and have no misgivings afterward." "Then let's make our love a contract, that we renew every day at dawn." "I think that's a good way to go about it. It'll help cut down the bullshit factor." She gritted her teeth, moved toward him, and bugged him tightly. "You're so difficult," she said in mock anger between her teeth. "You're like a wild horse, but I'm going to tame you, Parker." "Oh no you're not." "I don't know, but I don't want to control any women. I just want them." "For what?" He put his hands on her buttocks and pulled her to him. "You know." She laughed. "For sex?" "Yes." "Anything else?" "The pleasure of their company, providing they're good company." "Am I good company, Parker" "You're the very best, Julie. Your only problem is that you fantasize too much, but it's a minor problem and easily overlooked in view of your great beauty and charm." She rubbed her cheek against his. "Oh Parker, you can be so sweet at times. Did you really mean that?" Her smooth cheek touching his, and her buttocks in his hands, combined to cause an erection to grow in his ski pants. "Let's do it on the mountain," he murmured, touching her pink earlobe with his lips. "Do what?" she asked. "You know." "That?" "Yes." "Here?" "Why not?" She arched her head back and stared at him. "It's cold up here!" "We don't have to take all our clothes off," he said, kissing her cheek. "We certainly won't be able to do it with all our clothes on." "Now who's being rigid and practical." "It's cold up here--you sex degenerate!" "All we have to do is unzip our pants and lie in the snow. Our ski clothes are waterproofed and insulated. We'll be all right. And in years to come we can tell our grandchildren that once when we were young and gay we did it on the very top of Mount McCaffrey in the great state of Colorado" "But it's cold up here, and besides, I'd never say any such thing to my grandchildren, if I ever have any, which I probably won't." "But baby," he murmured, licking her earlobe as he reached between her legs and stroked her, holding her body close to him. "Please don't," she whispered. With a quick deft movement he unzipped her ski pants. Underneath were long underwear, and her crotch was like the jungles of Africa. "Lie down," he said after massaging it. for awhile. "Here?" "Yes here." He took off his old Army field jacket and laid it on the, snow so that it formed a small green blanket. Then he lowered Julie upon it and pulled her pants down a little, pulled down her thermal underwear, and pulled down her lace panties until her golden fleece emerged. Then he rearranged her garments so that her little fuzzy thing was all that showed. "I must be crazy to let you do this to me," she said, a smile on her face because she was curious and depraved enough to want to know what it was like to fornicate on top of a mountaintop. "You must be," Parker agreed, working feverishly with his own clothing, but soon he had his own private ski pole sticking out of the hole in his jockey shorts and the hole in his thermal long johns. Without further adieu he lay on top of her and inserted it between her pink pussy lips. She sucked in air between her teeth and tried to spread her legs wider, but she couldn't because her pants were on. `It won't fit," she whispered. "Yes it will." "It's too big." "No it's not." "I'm too dry." "Not for long." Only its head was plunged inside her, but Parker swiveled her hips and moved around and about. She became juicy and began to moan, her face aglow in the sun, and slowly, with. great pleasure for both of them, he glided it in to the hilt. "Oh my goodness," she sighed. "Everything okay?" he asked "Everything's wonderful." She opened her eyes and saw a brilliant blue sky. She heard the crystal silence of the mountain. `I think I'm really in love with you, Parker. I've met anybody as sexy as you." "I'll bet you say that to all the guys." "You poor tragic fool, you're too twisted and crazy to realize it when a woman loves you." "You'll leave me as soon as you find somebody who fucks better." "Nobody fucks better than you, Parker." "I'll bet you say that to all the guys." She tried to slap his face, but he caught her hand, held it, and began pulling out. When he almost was disengaged, he sank it in slowly again. She kissed his chin. "I'll never leave you, Parker," she murmured. "I'll bet you say that to all the guys." "Please stop saying that," she whimpered. "Not now," "What's hot as summer and cold as winter?" "Doing this outside in the winter?" "You guessed correctly, and now you get the prize." He began working her, holding her shoulders and kissing her face, and her gloves tried to grip the red and black wool shirt that he wore underneath his field jacket. She closed her eyes. "Oh, it feels so good, and please don't say that you bet I say that to all the guys because I don't, most of them are terrible lovers, and none of them has never made love to me on a mountain like this, I'll never forget you, Parker." He grunted, and changed his position a bit so that the shank of his penis rubbed against the most sensitive part of her body. Although her clothing hampered her movements, she was able to rock and roll with him a little. "I love this," she murmured, her lips against his. "Please make it last for a long time." "I don't know if I can." "I'll try." "Oh Parker--I love you so!" The sun shone brightly upon them, and they humped each other shamelessly on top of the mountain. They heard each other's breath and the rubbing of their clothes, and the still mountain air somehow produced the faint tinkling of bells far away. The temperature was thirty degree's but it didn't bother them because they were warm with lovemaking. In fact, they caused snow to melt around them. "I'll die if you ever leave me," she sighed, as he kissed her hairline. "I have to go back to work in a week" "I'll follow you. I'll be your slave. Just as long as you fuck me once a day." "Only once?" "That's my minimum requirement. You can do it more if you want to," "You'd get tired of me." "I'll never get tired of you. Do you think you'd get tired of me?" "How should I know?"" "You bastard!" "It's the truth." "Whenever you insult me you say it's the truth, as if that sugarcoats it." "Okay, I'll never get tired of you." "You don't mean it" "Oh-oh," he said, a shiver passing over him." "What's the matter?" "I'm going to come." "Oh, Parker!" She hugged him tightly as they thrashed against each other on the snow, gulping air and seeing rainbows. He exploded hot cream into her, and his wild frenzy clicked her switch. A delicious charge of electricity zagged through her, and now she was lost too, tumbling with him through the rainbow, their bodies wracked with orgasm, huffing and puffing and kissing, completely out of control. The fires subsided as they always do, and after a while they were still, except for their breathing which was so heavy they couldn't speak. Julie closed her eyes and felt the warm sun against her face. Parker was still all the way inside her most private parts. "I feel good," she said, when she was able to speak. "So do I," Parker mumbled, his lips near her warm throat. "This is one of life's pure golden moments. We should never forget it." "No, we shouldn't. But I can't help thinking that we've both probably had other pure golden moments that we've forgotten long ago." "You spoil everything with your cynicism. "Is it cynicism or is it truth? That is the question. But regardless of the answer, I think it's time that we got us together and started skiing down this mountain. That's why we came up here, if you recall." Parker pulled himself out of her and got up, zipping his fly. Julie stood up and rearranged herself, a little embarrassed by what she'd done and happy at the same time. Parker picked his old Army field jacket off the ground, slapped the snow away, and put it on. He adjusted his sunglasses, sniffed the cold clean air, and went for the skis. Julie followed, patting the front of her ski jacket, making sure she was okay again. They sat on the snow and put on their boots, then stood and Parker buckled her onto her skis, handing her poles to her, strapping her knapsack on her back. He opened his own knapsack and took out an old Army canteen filled with brandy. "Want some?" he asked, shaking the canteen in the air. "No thanks. I want to get to the bottom in one piece." Parker took a swing of brandy, then stowed the canteen in his knapsack and put his knapsack over his shoulders. Bending, he stepped into his skis and snapped them on. Taking his poles, he glided beside Julie and stopped. They both looked down the mountain at the forests, valleys, and plateaus below. They'd ski around five miles before they'd reach the resort at the bottom where they were staying. "Ready?" he said. "Uh huh." "Go ahead, then." "I don't know the way down." "I'll catch up with you and we'll go down together." "How romantic," she said with a smile. "Get going. We don't have all day." Julie pushed off, bent her knees, and sped down the slope, leaving a rooster tail of snow behind her. She turned to the side and raised her ski poles high in the air, and Parker pushed off, his knees bent deeply and his ski poles parallel to the ground. He zoomed down and she made a series of turns as he caught up, and then they continued their descent together, passing through forests, skittering over plateaus, and plunging into valleys. They both were excellent skiers; their movements were precise and smooth. They looked like ballet dancers as they arched their backs and leaned from side to side, cutting in front of each other, making long S marks in the virgin snow. Their skis chattered over ice and schussed through deep powder. Julie's blonde hair trailed from beneath the purple stocking cap she wore to keep her ears warm, and Parker admired her beauty and grace, and knew he'd never forget his hour with her on the mountaintop no matter how long he lived. They exploded over the top of a hill, flew through the air, landed cleanly, and continued downwards. They rounded a bend and saw the huge ultra-modern hotel nestled against Lake Charles below. Sun glinted off the windshields of the cars in the parking lot, and then a forest of fir trees blocked their more. They sliced down an alley between the trees, broke into the open once again, and stem-christied down another slope. Ahead they saw ski trails and the T-bars of the ski lift; they were on the part of the mountain where the other skiers skied. A substantial number of them were on the slope, and Parker and Julie zipped among them, going all the fancy turns, looking as good as champions, and soon they were on the lower slopes, with the hotel sprawled all over the valley, and through the big window they could see people in the latest ski fashions getting drunk. They reached the bottom, saw the ski racks and the lines at the T -bar, slowed down with a series of smoothly executed runs, then jumped, dug the sides of their skis into the snow, a blizzard in front of them, and came to a stop only 5 feet away from each other. Julie raised her goggles and laughed. "Good snow!" she said with her elegant British accent. Parker winked at her, then bent and unsnapped his bindings. Other skiers were stopping around them, and twenty feet away some were placing their skis on the racks. Parker lifted his skis and carried them under his arm to where Lady Ashley was, then got on his knees and unbuckled her bindings Skiers were crowded around them, laughing and skiing, talking about the great runs they'd just had, or almost had. Julie stepped out of her bindings and Parker lifted her skis, handing them to her. They looked into each other's eyes, leaned toward each other, and kissed. "You were marvelous," he said. "Do you mean on the mountain, or coming down it?" "Both." "So were you." 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