The first I knew about the trip was when Jon
took me shopping to a sports shop. Normally when he’s taking me somewhere he
doesn’t tell me until the day that we go, but occasionally he does. He told me
this time because I needed something to keep me warm. When he did tell me I had
mixed feelings. On the one hand I’d never been skiing before and was a bit
nervous. I’ve never really been the real sporty type. On the other hand I was
excited, it was something new, and I was sure that we’d be able to have some
‘fun’. I was also a bit worried about the cold. As any of you who have read
my Journal will know, I don’t wear much clothing, and I had visions of
newspaper headlines to the effect of, ‘Young girl found frozen to death buried
in snow wearing nothing but a mini dress’.
Jon soon put my mind to rest on the last bit
when he started looking at skisuits and thermal underwear for me. He picked 3
skisuits and told me to try them on. I’d gone out wearing knee length boots, a
dress and a coat, and nothing else. I needed the coat because the weather was
bad.
To try the skisuits on I had to take everything
off. The one and only changing cubicle (guess they didn’t have much of a
demand for one) was in the middle of the shop, with just a curtain across. Not
the best of curtains either.
I didn’t take long to strip off and I was
pulling the trousers part of a red suit on when Jon opened the curtain to see
how I was getting on. I looked up, and not only could I see Jon, I could see a
couple of customers. They weren’t looking my way – to start off with, but as
they moved round one of the men saw me. I was just pulling the trouser part over
my backside and I’m not sure if he saw my pussy or not. He certainly saw my
breasts and I saw that he saw me. I told Jon that a man was watching me and all
he said was, “So what, you’ve never been shy before”. He was right; I’m
not shy any more. I just wanted to let Jon know that someone was watching me.
I pulled the skisuit properly on and zipped it
up. It was a reasonable fit, but I felt strange wearing something that covered
so much of my body; and it was warm in there as well. Jon told me to go and have
a look at myself in a mirror so I went out into the main part of the shop. The
man who had watched me smiled as I went passed him to the mirror, so I smiled
back.
I told Jon that I was happy with the skisuit,
but he told me to try another one on. I went back into the changing cubicle and
couldn’t close the curtain because Jon was leaning against the wall trapping
the curtain. I looked at Jon and he said, “Come on, we haven’t got all
day.” So I took the suit off. The man who watched me put it on also watched me
take it off, so did the other man. When it was off I turned to ask Jon which
suit I should try next. This gave my watchers a full frontal view of me. My
pussy started to tingle. As Jon answered I looked over at the men and smiled.
One of them grinned.
Jon told me to try the blue skisuit on next so
I turned and lifted it of the hook. As I did, I ‘accidentally’ dropped it so
that I had to bend over to pick it up. When I was bent over I looked back
through my legs and saw that the men were still watching. My pussy was getting
wet.
After I picked the suit up I turned to Jon and
put it on. My eyes were mainly on Jon but I could see the men out of the corner
of my eye, they were still watching.
I went through the same routine to try the 3rd
suit on (green one), and had an audience all of the time. The 3rd
suit fitted even better than the first one and I kept it on longer as both Jon
and me decided that that was the one. When I took it off I noticed that my pussy
had leaked juices onto the crotch.
One of my watchers looked a bit surprised when
I put just my dress then my coat on.
Next was the ski boots, Jon had no intention of
buying any, but he wanted me to try some on for 2 reasons. Firstly he wanted to
know what size I would need, and secondly he wanted one of the young sales
assistants to get a hard-on looking at my pussy as he helped me.
Jon decided on the make and style of boot and
asked the young assistant to measure my feet. I sat down with my knees together
and coat wide open. My short dress let most of my thighs show, and as soon as
the young man got down on his knees I knew that he’d seen my bald pubis. His
face went red. As the man fumbled with the measurer I let my knees part a few
inches. All the time the man kept looking up my skirt and by then he’d be able
to see the top of my slit. I kept the best bit until he brought the boots out
and helped me put them on. I slouched down in the chair and let my legs move
about as the boots went on. His face was telling me everything. Poor man, he had
trouble concentrating on the boots and he trapped his finger as he fastened one
of the boots. Then he had to go through it all again as he showed me how to
fasten the boots. It wasn’t complicated; it’s just that I wanted him to keep
looking at me.
My sloppy pussy was really tingling. I was
enjoying it as much as he was.
Amazingly, and unfortunately, the first set of
boots fitted me well so Jon took the size and thanked the man for his help.
“No problem,” he said, “happy to have helped you.” I bet he was.
Jon sorted out some thermals, socks, gloves and
goggles and we went to the sales counter. We put them all on the counter and a
different assistant ran them through the till. When he got to he skisuit he
checked it over before folding it to put it in a bag. When he looked at the
crotch he saw that it was all wet. He looked inside and saw some of my whitish
juices and tried to rub them off.
When he finally realised that he wasn’t going
to rub the material dry he said, “I’m very sorry, this has somehow got wet.
I’ll go and get another one.” Jon told him not to bother; we’d take that
one. I was nearly blushing.
From there we went and bought me some jeans. We
didn’t bother trying them on. Jon just made sure that the ones that we bought
had a big lump of material where the 4 pieces of material met.
We left home the next weekend with me feeling
uncomfortable wearing the jeans and a jumper under my coat. At least the jeans
rubbed my pussy a bit as I walked. Jon told me to take a couple of dresses, but
didn’t know if I’d get the chance to wear them.
The plane journey was uneventful and the coach
trip was boring. It was dark and I hardly saw anything.
We arrived at the Sports Hotel in Sol late that
night and went straight to bed.
Next morning Jon was up early and he opened the
bedroom window to let some fresh air in. It certainly was fresh. Our bedroom
wasn’t overlooked which meant that no one could watch me walking around the
room naked, and being fucked by Jon. Can’t win them all.
The scenery was fantastic, it was a bright
clear day and I could see the cable car going up the mountains. There was also
at least 2 feet of snow on the roofs of the buildings. I’d never actually seen
snow that deep before.
After breakfast Jon was eager to get to the
shop where we hired boots and skis. Jon took me up to the top of the first cable
car ride then found my ski school group for me. He told me that he’d see me
back in the hotel later that afternoon; and he was off.
Jon had told me that he used to go skiing just
about every year when he was younger, and he spent most of the week going down
the red and the black runs. I spent most of the week in ski school. It was fun,
I did enjoy myself, but I got quite a few aches, pains and bruises.
Back at the hotel that evening we discovered
the hotel swimming pool and sports / leisure centre. The swimming pool was just
off the reception area and only has one small changing room. There are a couple
of changing cubicles, but they are so small that everyone gets changed in the
open area.
Fortunately Jon had told me to take my swimsuit
with me, but the pool water was cold. Each night before dinner Jon told me to
wait in reception until I saw a man going for a swim. I then had to wait a
couple of minutes to give him time to start getting changed, then follow him in.
I then had to make sure that he saw everything as I stripped and struggled
(deliberately) to put my thin white lycra swimsuit on. I then had to dive in the
pool and make sure that he saw my big nipples trying to burst out of the
swimsuit.
After that I had to get out and hang around in
the changing area (naked) in the hope that someone else would come in. Only
twice did I manage to give someone a show when I got out and dressed.
From there I had to go and join Jon in the
leisure centre. Jon told me that the sign that was just after the changing rooms
said that clothes were forbidden beyond that point; and everyone was naked.
There was a sauna, a steam room, a jacuzzi, an extremely cold plunge pool, a
couple of relaxation areas and a massage room.
We went into the leisure centre every night and
for quite a bit of that time I was the only female in there. I spent most of the
time in there feeling the eyes of the men staring at me. It was nice. I don’t
suppose that me laying on the sunloungers with my feet on the ground at either
side did anything to discourage them either.
Neither of us went skiing on the Wednesday. It
was a day of rest that we both needed. In the morning we wandered around the
village and found a public swimming pool. We went back to the hotel for our
costumes and spent the afternoon there.
I was amazed by the number of people there, you
could hardly move in some parts. The changing area was fun, what Jon tells me is
typical mainland Europe with some little cubicles and one big open area. Guess
where I spent a lot of time pretending to get dressed and undressed. Jon left me
to it most of the time, but after I got changed for the third time in 2 hours he
came after me and fucked me in one of the cubicles.
At one side of the main pool (which was quite
warm) there is an exit where you can swim to a little pool outside. There you
can sit with just your head above the very warm water with steam rising around
you. There’s a bigger pool that was frozen over and had thick snow on it. We
watched 3 people get out and roll in the snow. Part of another little pool next
to the warm bit had had the ice broken on it and we watched one mad man go for a
quick swim in it. Jon decided that I should have a go. I got out of the warm bit
and was standing shivering on the edge of the icy bit trying to pluck up enough
courage to jump in when Jon pushed me in. It was only about 10 feet long, but
Jon made me swim to the other end and back before getting back into the warm bit.
God was it cold. My nipples were that cold they
were aching something rotten; and talk about swollen, I’ve never seen them
that big. They were still aching and rock hard the next morning. Even in the
jacuzzi in the hotel that night they were rock hard. Jon was ‘amused’.
On the Thursday night, Jon decided that we’d
stay in the hotel bar. The other nights we’d put lots of clothes on and gone
for our Apres Ski at other local bars. Good fun, but nothing worth writing
about.
Jon told me to wear one of the dresses I’d
taken. It was the only time I wore a dress that week, and I was the only woman
there wearing one (little did they know what I wasn’t wearing underneath). All
the others (including the staff) were wearing trousers. As we walked into the
restaurant it went silent and most of the people looked to see why.
The talking soon started again and we had a
nice meal. I think I had a bit too much local beer afterwards and I fell over
walking out. I didn’t see if anyone saw my backside and pussy when I was down,
or getting up, but some people must have done. Jon helped me up and up to the
room where he took his pleasure and went to sleep.
Friday, the last day, was a bit different. Jon
asked me where we stopped for lunch and he met me there. I spent the afternoon
going down a couple of blue and one red run. Nearly at the bottom of the red run
is this log cabin. Jon took me round the back of it (no one lived there in the
winters) and we sat on a wooden bench taking in the bright sun and scenery.
Fantastic views.
After about 10 minutes Jon told me to strip.
Stupidly, I said, “What?” and he had to repeat himself. I just knew what was
going to happen as soon as I was naked. It was both hot and cold if you know
what I mean. The sun was warm, but everything else was cold. My nipples were
hard as I bent over his knee and counted the 20 slaps with his hand. After that
he told me to sit in the snow to cool my backside and pussy. That was cold.
A couple of minutes later he told me to get up
and lay on my back on the bench. I then had to put my legs straight up in the
air and open them wide. He looked at my pussy for a minute the opened his
skisuit and fucked me. As he was thrusting in and out I could hear the other
skiers swishing passed. I didn’t cum, but Jon did.
My thermals were soaked in our juices by the
time we got back to the hotel, and I was glad I didn’t have to put them on
again.
We went home the next morning.
That’s about it except to say that Jon threw
my jeans and thermals in the rubbish bin just as soon as we got home. The
skisuit is now in the loft and I doubt that it will get used utill (and if) Jon
takes me skiing again.
I still have a few other experiences that Jon
has told me to document, and there’s bound to be more as time goes on. I’m
sure Jon will get me to publish them on my web pages as and when he’s read
them and is happy with them.
Love
Vanessa