Apres Ski

by Christie Butler

  Initially, neither of them said a word as the scene unfolded, starting with the maid dropping to her knees to give hubby a blowjob. The wife didn’t seem to mind, and was actually watching intently. The man removed his shirt and dropped his pants, allowing for a good camera shot.

  Next, wifey removed her dress, turning out to be naked underneath. She sat in an armchair and the maid moved to kneel before her, spreading her thighs and licking her pussy. Jud shifted next to her.

  “You like that?” Chelsea asked, her voice low and raspy.

  “Girl on girl? Sure, it’s fun to watch.”

  Now hubby was joining in, popping the maid’s breasts out of her bra before tweaking her nipples. He moved behind her and tore her thong off, rewarded by her gasp of pleasure. He finger-fucked her for a while before kneeling behind her and burying his cock in her. Hubby and wife exchanged looks over their working girl while they both took pleasure from her. Wifey had an “orgasm” and then hubby really went to town on the maid, pummeling into her hard and fast.

  “Wow.” Chelsea took a moment to wonder what that would feel like, and then hubby was pulling out and shooting his cum onto her back. “None of them have any hair down there. Would you like that?” she asked Jud.

  “Nobody’s getting near my boys with a razor,” he growled.

  She laughed. “What about women? Do you like that look on women?”

  “I like any look on women.”

  “Uh-huh.” They both watched the television screen as scene two started. A poor woman with car trouble and apparently no money was negotiating a deal with two hunky mechanics. “But would you rather have a woman with no hair down there?”

  “Huh? No, I really don’t care. Some women say it makes them more sensitive, but it makes no difference to me. Why?”

  She shrugged, leaning against him, silently wondering if she should try a wax.

  The second scene started in much the same way as the first, and soon the woman was naked and on her knees, taking turns sucking the cocks of the two mechanics. Eager to learn, Chelsea studied her technique. Jud’s hand drifted down from her shoulder to casually cup her breast, distractedly thumbing her nipple. Her pussy tingled and twitched, and she knew it had to be soaking wet.

  On the screen, one of the guys was lying down on his rolling board, locking the wheels. Their busty customer moved over him and sat down, impaling herself on his cock.

  “They used condoms in the stuff I’ve watched,” Chelsea said. “I guess that’s not always the case, huh?”

  “This is probably a lot nastier than the stuff you saw.” Jud cleared his throat. “But look at that, her pussy juice making his dick all wet.”

  The shot was super close up. She gulped. “Yeah, I can see that.”

  “Damn, I can’t wait to sink my bare cock into that tight, slick pussy of yours.”

  Chelsea’s eyes nearly rolled back into her head, his words driving her crazy. “Did you get your results?”

  “Yep. It’s a negative. I have the paperwork.” His voice was very clear and firm in his declaration.

  The second guy had now pulled the woman off his partner’s cock. He had her bend over the man still lying on his board and she started sucking the cock that had just been buried in her pussy. They both seemed to like that, and the second guy plowed into her from behind. This went on for a couple of minutes and then the second guy pulled out of her, spreading her ass cheeks wide. He rubbed his cock against her rear hole and then slowly forged ahead, inching in until he was buried deep.

  “Oh dear.” Chelsea sighed, knowing it was coming and thinking she should be more appalled by the sight of a man doing a woman in the ass.

  The first guy jumped up off the board and took his turn in her ass. The woman seemed to be enjoying it, but of course she was an “actress”.

  Now the second guy was laid out on the board, pulling the woman down to take his cock in her pussy. When they’d worked up a good rhythm, the first guy crouched over them and started to work his cock into her ass. Another twitchy shift from Jud.

  “Dear God,” Chelsea said. “I didn’t even know that was possible.”

  “Oh, it’s possible.”

  Chelsea gave him a sideways glance. “You know that from personal experience?”

  Jud shrugged, not meeting her gaze.

  “Jud?”

  He sighed, his gaze fixed on the television. “That time I told you about—when I did my buddy’s wife while he watched?”

  “Yeah, I seem to remember you saying something about that.”

  He huffed out a quick laugh. “Well, he might have joined in for part of it.”

  She turned her entire body to look him in the eye. “Really? And did she enjoy it as much as garage girl here?”

  He had the grace to look a little sheepish. “Well, yeah. I think she loved it.”

  “Huh. And what about you?”

  “Jesus, Chels.”

  “C’mon, tell me.” She wanted to know everything there was to know about him, bad or good.

  Jud wiped his hand over his face. “At the time, it was fucking hot. Looking back on it now, I could have done without the other naked guy.”

  Chelsea exploded with laughter and settled back in against him, while on the screen both men were now coming on their customer’s face.

  “So, is it over yet?” She was ready to get naked with Jud.

  He squeezed her thigh. “No, there’s one more scene.”

  Huh. One more scene that he seemed very eager to watch. Chelsea was intrigued.

  The scene started with another busty young woman, seated at a desk. She was being called into her boss’s office. The woman wore a white blouse that was open to reveal major cleavage, a tiny tight black skirt and five-inch heels—standard secretary outfit.

  Her boss admonished her for some error she’d made and she was told to assume the position. She bent over his desk and he yanked her skirt up to display her bare butt. He palmed a cheek, rubbing and squeezing. Without warning, he spanked her hard. The woman groaned.

  Beside her, Jud squirmed. Oh. Oh dear.

  The poor secretary was taking her punishment, the multiple aggressive spankings causing her ass to turn bright red. He forced her to her knees and stuck his cock in her mouth, fucking it with abandon. Apparently she wasn’t supposed to use her teeth, because he once again pushed her over his desk and resumed the spanking. Finally he stopped the blows and then rubbed her ass, deciding he’d like to fuck it. He pushed his cock into her ass and pumped fast and hard. Ready to come, he pulled out of her and squirted his semen onto her butt.

  “Wow, that was crazy,” Chelsea said, a little breathless. A lot turned-on.

  Jud flicked off the TV. “Yeah.” He stood up and his cock was bursting against the fly of his jeans. “Let’s go.”

  Calm down, Jud. Watching porn with Chelsea sitting right next to him, ripe for the picking… Well, his head was about to explode. They groped each other all the way to his bedroom, peeling off clothes, stroking bare flesh.

  When they were both naked, Jud yanked the covers back and pushed Chelsea down on the bed. On the edge, he said, “No time for foreplay. I’ve gotta have you right now.”

  Chelsea held him off with a straight arm. “Maybe I need some foreplay.”

  Jud frowned, pushing her thighs apart and plunging a couple of fingers inside her. His frown turned to a smile. “Liar. Your pussy’s sopping wet.” He moved between her thighs but she scrambled away from him. “God, Chels. You’re killing me. What is it?”

  She looked at him, lips forming a pouty smile. She leaned against the headboard and started to play with her nipples, rolling them with the tips of her fingers.

  “Fuck,” he muttered, his cock standing nearly upright.

  The picture of innocence, she let her fingers drift down her belly. With one hand, she spread her pussy lips wide and with the other, she slowly rubbed her clit.

  “You’re a very bad girl, Chelsea Ryan.” He reached for her but sh
e brushed him off. “What the fuck, Chels?”

  She raised an eyebrow as she picked up where she’d left off, masturbating for him.

  Shaking now, he tried to keep his voice calm. “Baby, I love what you’re doing, but I’m desperate here. I need to fuck you.”

  This time when he reached for her, Chelsea got up on her knees and moved away from him, rolling onto her belly. Her ass looked like a ripe piece of fruit and he was frantic to sink his teeth in it. Or…

  Chelsea looked over her shoulder at him, her eyes intense, little pink tongue flicking out to lick her lower lip.

  Damn. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. He palmed her ass and she wiggled it back against him. Does she want me to spank her? Could she want me to spank her?

  Fuck, he couldn’t help himself. He massaged her ass cheeks as he said, “Yeah, you’re a very bad girl.” He lifted a hand and gave her ass a generous swat—not too hard but not too light. She groaned and he was pleased. He repeated the motion a few times until both of her ass cheeks flushed a light pink.

  She was squirming beneath him and he dipped his fingers to find her even wetter than before. “Damn,” he murmured. She’d been as turned-on by the spanking as he had. “Get on your hands and knees.”

  Apparently sensing the desperation and impatience in his tone, Chelsea quickly complied. She crawled to the center of the bed and settled on all fours.

  Jud took a moment to appreciate the sight of her fine ass, round and pink. He moved behind her and placed one hand on her ass, filling his other hand with his cock. He rubbed the tip of his cock between her pussy lips and nearly fell apart. He hadn’t had sex with a woman without a condom since he was an idiotic sixteen-year-old. His hand shook as he coated himself with her juice, one thought repeating over and again in his mind. Don’t embarrass yourself and come in two minutes.

  He positioned himself at her entry and gently held her hips as he slowly pressed his cock inside her. “Aaaaah. Unbelievable. Your pussy feels like it’s coated in hot oil.”

  “Mmm.” Chelsea dropped her head and ground her hips against him.

  “You okay, Chels?”

  She nodded. “I can’t—” She gasped when he pulled out slightly and thrust back in. “Talk.”

  Jud started with small, slow movements, trying to keep the top of his head from blowing off at the incredible sensation—hot, wet, tight. Somewhere off in the distance, he could hear sexy female moans and groans. He picked up his pace, pulling out, plunging back deeper and harder. His breaths came quickly as the carnal sound of his flesh slapping against hers drove him to thrust even quicker.

  Chelsea dropped to her forearms and he watched as her head dipped and began to roll rhythmically. Her impossibly wet pussy walls clenched at his cock, squeezing him as she came, her breaths choppy.

  It was all he could take. He came with a shout, his fingers biting into the flesh of her ass, his body jerking as he poured his cum inside her. It seemed to go on forever, and his muscles burned with sudden fatigue.

  He reluctantly pulled out of her and dropped to the bed next to her, lying on his back and gasping for air. Chelsea straightened her legs and rested on her belly. After a moment, they turned to look at each other. She smiled.

  “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked.

  She shook her head as she snuggled up next to him. “That…was amazing.” She bent her leg and rested it on his belly and groin. His cum seeped out of her, dampening his hip.

  Wrapping his arms around her, all he could think about was how lucky he was. He was about to realize his professional dreams and he had a woman in his life who drove him crazy, made him happier than he ever remembered being.

  Yes, he’d been with a lot of women, but if he had anything to say about it, Chelsea would be his last.

  * * * * *

  The air was crisp, the night sky inky black and littered with stars. After their earlier heated exchange, Chelsea had suggested a snuggle out on Jud’s balcony. They were now ensconced in his oversized Adirondack chair that had been fashioned out of old skis, her back against his chest, a sleeping bag zipped open and tucked around them.

  “I’m always amazed by the millions of stars you can see when you’re out in the mountains in total darkness. It’s so beautiful.” Chelsea nestled between his muscular thighs with a sigh.

  “Yeah, it’s crazy to think that there’s this spectacular show going on up there every night and most of the time, we miss it.” His arms were wrapped around her belly, his fingers making casual forays up to brush over her breasts, then down to stroke her thighs.

  “How do you find the North Star?”

  “Huh. Well, first you look north. Then you find the Big Dipper. This time of year, it’s off to the right of the North Star and it looks like it’s balancing on the tip of its handle with the cup of the ladle emptying inward.” He was quiet for a moment, searching the night sky. “Okay, yeah, I got it. C’mon up here.” Jud pulled her up onto his lap so that they were at the same eye level. Carefully extricating his arm from their cocoon, he pointed it out to her.

  His cheek was bristly against hers and she took a moment to enjoy the sensation, lingering even after she’d picked out the constellation. “Yeah, okay, I see it.”

  “All right, now you see the two stars that make up the upper part of the cup?”

  “Mm-hm.”

  “Okay, follow the line they make over to the left,” he pointed it out, “to that star that’s the same brightness as the ones in the Big Dipper.”

  “Okay, I see it. That’s the North Star?”

  “Yep. And it’s the very tip of the Little Dipper.” He curved his finger down to point it out to her before tucking his arm back under the covers.

  “Cool.” She turned to look at him and smiled. “I knew you’d know how to find it.”

  “Yeah? Why’d you think that?”

  With a shrug, she said, “You just seem like the kind of guy who would know. A real renaissance man.”

  “Well, what can I say?” He gave her a peck on the lips.

  Chelsea laughed, snuggling back down into his arms. She honestly couldn’t remember ever being happier than she was right now—in the afterglow of phenomenal sex, outside in the beautiful mountains, cradled in the embrace of a man she was crazy in love with.

  She could die happy right now. Of course it would be much better to have years and years of this to come. But Jud would be leaving for New York soon, would ace his interviews, would have job offers from respected publishers. Would leave.

  Stop thinking, Chelsea.

  Sighing, she burrowed her head into his chest. “Can we stay like this forever?”

  Jud laughed. “Sure. They’ll find us in the spring, our bodies wrapped up together, decaying.”

  “Hey!” She punched him lightly in the gut. “You’re such a romantic.”

  “Yep, that’s me. A romantic renaissance man.”

  “Mm-hm.” Jud’s heart thudded strong and sure against her cheek, his scent a mix of sweat, sex and woodsy cologne. Chelsea felt safe and warm. At home. They were quiet for a long time, comfortable in the silence. She curled up on his lap, cozy in his arms.

  Finally, Jud broke the magical spell. “How’re you doing? Are you warm enough?”

  “Mmm. Toasty.”

  “Okay.” He resumed his hypnotic stroking and worship of her body.

  “If you could have anything you wanted right now, what would it be?”

  “Besides you?”

  Chelsea’s heart skipped. “Yeah, besides me.”

  “Huh. Do I have to say something like world peace or an end to poverty and famine?”

  “No.” She giggled into his chest. “It was a purely selfish question.”

  “Well, I guess I’d wish it was all over—that I’d been offered a job and I was living in New York and working at a successful publishing house. I’d probably have a tiny one-room apartment—”

  “No, no.” She patted his chest. “I sa
id anything you want.”

  His laughter rumbled against her cheek. “Okay, I’d be living in a stylish loft in the Village. Let’s see…it would be Sunday morning and I’d roll out of bed around ten. I’d go out to pick up the Times and some coffee and bagels. Then it would be back to the loft, where I’d sit by one of the huge windows and have breakfast while I read the paper. After I finished the crossword—”

  Chelsea jerked her head up to look at him. “Yeah, right. You’d finish the Sunday Times crossword puzzle?”

  “Of course. I’m a renaissance man, remember?” He gave her a quick kiss before tucking her back in his arms. “So after I finished the crossword, I’d go out for a run, maybe do a little shopping. Have a relaxing day before going back to work at my dream job on Monday.”

  “Sounds nice.” Chelsea sighed, wanting to ask him if he saw himself alone. She had so many other questions—was he married, did he have children? Did he even want a wife and kids?

  What was the point? Jud was leaving. It wouldn’t be her he was rolling out of bed with, eating bagels with. Her throat tightened as tears threatened to form. Chelsea swallowed, taking comfort in his warmth.

  “So what about you?” Jud asked. “What would you want if you could have anything?”

  “Besides you?”

  He rubbed his chin over the top of her head. “Yeah, besides me.”

  “Nothing.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Chelsea waited outside the gate at Eagle Airport, holding a sign that boldly read TATE. Jud had flown to New York three days ago and she couldn’t quite believe how much she’d missed him. Without Jud, everything had seemed just a little bit…off.

  Now that his plane had landed, she was giddy with excitement. The past couple of weeks had been a bacchanal—laughs, food and drink, sex. She shivered, remembering the night they’d watched the dirty movie. Surprised at the idea that he was into spanking his lovers, she was even more shocked that she’d been so turned-on by it. From then on, all their walls had been torn down, sexually speaking anyway. It was hard to believe that a few short weeks ago, she’d been a virgin. Now she was living in a sexual smorgasbord of crazy positions, slow and sweet sex, hard and fast fucking. The night before he’d left for New York they’d been messing around and he’d pushed a plug into her ass. Then he fucked her silly, wanting her to know what it felt like to be the woman in the movie with two cocks buried in her. It had been incredible. She was wet now just thinking about it.