Snowbound Summer

by Veronica Tower

  “No,” Kara told him.

  “Good!”

  Without warning, Ron spun her around several times, completely disorienting her. She tried to grab hold of him, but only succeeding in spilling the both of them onto the bed. Laughing, Ron helped her get her feet back under her and stand up again.

  “Now stand here in front of the mirror,” Ron whispered, “while I get you ready.”

  Kara bit off another question as Ron's hands circled around her waist from behind and began to unbutton her flannel shirt. He took his time, occasionally pausing in the unfastening to feel the soft flesh of her belly, and later to caress her breasts through the cups of her bra.

  She relaxed and leaned back against him, enjoying the feel of his hard pectoral muscles against her shoulder blades, and the pleasant weight of his hands as they caressed and undressed her.

  Her shirt slipped off her shoulders and dropped to the floor leaving Ron holding her breasts and squeezing them ever so slightly through her bra as his lips began to nibble at her ear lobe where it peaked out beneath the blindfold.

  Kara pressed her rear against his groin, feeling the thick meat of his erection through the fabric of his jeans. Her fingers swept up her own body to cover his hands, gently encouraging him to continue caressing her.

  Ron pulled his hands back behind her and unfastened her bra. She tried to catch the fabric as it dropped away but he patiently extracted it from her hands and dropped it to the floor.

  She wished that she could see what he was doing. His fingertips on her hard nipples felt glorious. There were calluses on the balls of his fingers, which added a touch of roughness to his caresses and made her tits sing with pleasure. The warmth generated by his kisses on her jaw complemented the tingling sensation in her breasts.

  One hand dipped lower, gliding down her mostly flat stomach to dip inside her tight jeans to the second knuckle. His fingers cruised through the short little hairs of her well-trimmed bush but didn't quite reach the aching nub of her clitoris.

  Kara's breasts heaved as she struggled to get more air into her lungs. The cool hotel room temperature felt strange and invigorating inside her hot chest. Ron's fingers began to squeeze more insistently on her breasts. His mouth increased the suction on her neck as if he wanted to give her a hicky. His fingers slipped out of her pants to fumble with the button of her blue jeans.

  With her eyes covered and Ron not speaking, she was forced to rely completely on her sense of touch and what she could feel was those delicious fingers, the hot warmth of Ron's mouth and tongue and that oh so rigid meat pressing against her ass through two layers of denim.

  Ron's right hand finally got the button open on her jeans, freeing him to push her pants down her thighs. That wasn't as easy as Kara thought it should be—evidently her zipper hadn't opened fully. As a result, her panties rolled down with the jeans until he abandoned the effort with them some two inches south of her crotch.

  His fingers eagerly sought out the newly exposed flesh, fluttering lightly over her moist lips, encouraging her to push her pussy against his hands, silently begging for more forceful attention.

  Ron half granted her wish, gently prying the hot flesh open so that her juices dribbled out and ran down her thigh.

  “Good!” Ron whispered. It always pleased him to find evidence of how strongly he excited her.

  He slipped the tip of his finger inside her, stroking the moist inner surface which was usually concealed from the open air.

  She trembled and her knees weakened, prompting her to put a hand against the cold glass of the mirror to steady herself.

  With Kara now bent over toward the mirror, Ron repositioned his hand to stroke her needy flesh from behind. He reached between her legs and gently ran his wet fingertip over the entire length of her pussy. He started at her clitoris, buffing the swollen flesh lightly before slipping partially between her lips and tracing the contours of her crevice all the way to the crack of her ass.

  If Kara had thought it was getting difficult to breathe before, now she felt the need for an oxygen mask. She leaned further forward, panting with her cheek against the mirror and her nipples growing even harder as they skimmed the cold glass.

  Ron's finger slipped forward again, opening her up like a miniature cock and piercing her inner labia so he could explore the flesh within. He circled, still gentle in his caresses, finding the little places that made her body jerk and her lips gasp for breath.

  He slid down to his knees behind her, taking his time, kissing her back, sucking on each dark cheek of her ass, pushing the jeans further down her legs so that he could spread her legs a few inches further apart. Then he began to nibble at her lips from behind, taking one of the warm wet folds into his mouth and playing with it with the tip of his talented tongue.

  Kara groaned. She couldn't help herself—not that she saw any need to restrain herself—and stuck her ass out more prominently. She loved the feel of his warm tongue inside of her, and was almost ready to climax on the contrasting sensation of the cold generated by the mirror radiating into her hard nipples where they mashed against its surface and his warm tongue playing inside her pussy.

  Ron stopped licking her labia and stretched his dexterous tongue up inside of her, darting in and out, fucking her with its length.

  She groaned again.

  His fingers began to tickle her inner thighs, lifting her much closer to orgasm. A year ago, she was only having sex a couple of times a year when she visited Bobby and she didn't always climax with him. Now she didn't know how she'd go even a week without it—without Ron playing her body like his own custom-made musical instrument. She had never imagined she could feel this good, this loved, this happy.

  He let go of her for a moment, abandoning her needy flesh to pull open his zipper and push down his pants. Then his strong hands found her again, prompted her to try and spread her legs even wider. Her juices continued to trickle out between her labia and roll down her thighs. Her breaths grew even more ragged in anticipation of what was to come. The massive tip of Ron's cock pressed against her lips from behind and slowly forced open her passage.

  Kara's breath caught in her lungs and her heart skipped a beat.

  One of Ron's hands found her hip while the other kept the tip of his thick cock pressed firmly against her lips. She could feel his finger brush against her as he eased slightly backward and then pushed forward again.

  Her labia stretched wide to accommodate him and the viper's head of her man's full erection darted forward to taste her inner sanctum.

  She reached behind her and felt the red hot shaft linking their two bodies. Where her juices had trickled before, they now flowed freely, burning hot slick paths down Ron's rigid meat toward his balls.

  Ron gasped, inhaling sharply as if—like Kara—he'd forgotten to breathe as he entered her. Then his cock thrust forward and he began to take Kara against the cold glass mirror.

  He had her by both hips now, bracing her body as he pumped in and out of her. Heat emanated from his cock from behind while delightful cold radiating into her from the front. With each stroke of his hard dick inside of her, he mashed her anew against the cold glass surface.

  Her temperature rose with his efforts. Her knees threatened to buckle. More and more of her weight landed against the mirror. She could feel the cold glass press against her belly now as Ron's thrusts became more energetic. He had started out bending her over and driving into her from behind, but now their positions had changed somewhat and his powerful strokes lifted her toward the ceiling.

  His right hand slipped past her hip to slide between her legs and push down on her clitoris, reinforcing the sensation of his rigid dick sliding in and out of her body. She quivered uncontrollably in her excitement.

  “Is this...public enough...for you?” Ron panted.

  His left hand pulled the blindfold off Kara's head even as his right diddled harder against her clitoris.

  The bright daylight sun shining through the full-lengt
h windows momentarily blinded Kara.

  Then she could clearly see the skiers on the slopes racing down the mountain ahead of her. She wasn't pressed against the mirror but the hotel room's long window in plain sight of an entire mountain full of people.

  She couldn't help herself. The exposure, the intense vulnerability, the very real chance of being spotted by a couple of hundred people was too much for her. Even as she attempted to push herself away from the glass, her body erupted in a volcanic orgasm.

  She tried to twist away from the window, but Ron's strong arms held her firmly in place—tits against the glass, swollen pussy plainly visible above her half-dropped blue jeans. His fingers continued to play with her dark clit while the full length of his hard cock pulsed powerfully inside her, grinding deep inside her passage.

  Kara twisted and squirmed, but every motion only served to increase the intensity of her climax. Pinned between Ron's body and the window, impaled on his long thick pole, there was nothing she could do but ride out wave after wave of mind numbingly wonderful excitement.

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  Chapter Nine

  Kara slipped to a sitting position on the floor and pulled her knees up in front of her breasts, hugging her legs protectively against her body. “I can't believe you just did that to me!” she hissed.

  Ron finished kicking his pants away and knelt down beside her. His long hard cock still glistened with her juices. He hadn't come yet, himself, and his rock-hard flesh was so painfully engorged with blood that it almost looked purple from the pent up excitement. He caressed Kara's face with his wet fingers. “No one could see you,” he told her. “The lights are off in the hotel room and with the glare of the sun, it's unlikely anyone even noticed us in the window, much less got a good look at what we were doing. You got the illusion of public sex without any of the risk.”

  “You can't be sure of that!” Kara snapped. “The sunlight could have had exactly the opposite effect, making me more noticeable, rather than less.”

  Ron blinked as he considered this possibility. His cocky grin stopped looking quite so smug. “Well, maybe you're right,” he admitted before putting a new spin on their anonymity, “but no one is going to be able to recognize you five stories up in the air. And I think we would have noticed if people were looking up and pointing.”

  Kara couldn't remember if she'd seen anyone pointing at them. It was hard to truly process external information in the middle of an intense orgasm. But that didn't mean she had to give up her argument. “There aren't that many African-Americans here, Ron,” she reminded him. “And we're probably the only interracial couple at the lodge this weekend.”

  Ron's grin completed the transformation from cocky to sheepish. “Oops, I didn't think of that.”

  “You didn't think—”

  Kara let go of her knees and began to point her finger at Ron, but the moment she relaxed her grip and let her knees come away from her breasts, Ron slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her the rest of the way down so that she lay on the floor beside him. “Maybe you'll like it better down here,” he said. “Now someone would have to climb down from the floor above us to see us through the window.”

  As if that was going to happen! “That's not what this is all about!” she told him.

  Ron grabbed her hand and pulled it down to his thick erection. Of their own accord, her fingers tried to encircle it—not as easy as it sounded for a man of Ron's size.

  “No,” he told her, “it's about this! And it's about how much I love to make you come. And it's about how much you love the risk of being caught, even though you don't like to admit it.”

  “I don't—”

  “Of course you do,” Ron said. “Now tell the truth. The next time I'm on a business trip and you're naked in bed waiting for me to call, are you going to think about me fucking you in front of this window?”

  A shiver ran up Kara's spine and it had nothing to do with the air conditioning in the hotel room.

  “That's what I thought,” Ron said. “You like to make out in a car, or in the airport. I think you'd like to be fingered in a bar, or taken out back and fucked behind the dumpsters.”

  “Not the dumpsters,” she complained. Her mind was thinking how dirty that would be, but her body—already primed from Ron taking her in front of the window—was already heating up again.

  “And if we took a trip to Florida this winter, I bet you'd like to do it one night on the beach,” Ron told her. “Or have me fuck you in the water.”

  His fingers began to toy with her nipple as he talked, encouraging it to grow hard again. “And in the theater when I put my hand on your knee, what you're really wishing is that I could slide my hand right up between your thighs and finger you.” To illustrate his point, Ron began to tickle the soft flesh three or four inches south of her pussy.

  Kara shivered more intensely. Her fingers tightened on Ron's cock while her free hand began to push her jeans and panties further down her legs.

  “You think you were so conservative when you met me,” Ron told her. “You didn't even want to wear blue jeans. But what you really were is repressed and I really enjoy opening up your inhibitions.”

  He sat up suddenly and began to pull her ski boots off. “And you like it, too,” he told her as he tossed the first boot across the room. “So you know what you're going to do?”

  He struggled for a moment with the second boot and was forced to move far enough down her body to pull it off that Kara had to surrender her grip on his erection. The second boot came off and her jeans and bunched panties quickly followed it.

  “You know what you're going to do?” he asked again. The tip of his long erection glistened with precum and pointed straight out at her.

  “What?” Kara asked.

  “You're going to stand up, press your breasts up against that window again, and let me fuck you until we both come.”

  Kara's nipples grew harder at the thought. She couldn't do that, could she?

  Ron got to his feet and finished pulling his own clothes off so that he stood naked like some Greek god in front of her. He offered Kara his hand to help her rise.

  She watched herself reach out and accept his offer. She couldn't really do this, could she?

  Almost as if she weren't in control of her own body, Kara rose to her feet and faced Ron. His hard penis bridged the narrow gap between them, smearing precum on her dark belly. Her whole body quivered with anticipation.

  “Are you ready?” Ron asked.

  Kara couldn't believe she was actually going to do this. Her mind screamed in protest, but her body, eager for another climax, turned to face the window. This time she had no problem seeing the skiers. It was too far away to make out individual faces, but if any of Ron's family noticed them up here it would have to be obvious who was naked in front of the window—wouldn't it?

  “Ron, we can't,” her mouth said, even as her treacherous body took another step forward.

  “I'm not doing it to you this time,” Ron said. “You'll have to assume the position on your own.”

  She took another step forward, her right arm coming up to conceal her breasts, her left hand covering her pussy. No one was looking at her now, but they could see, couldn't they?

  She tried to take a step back but Ron's firm body was right behind her, his rock hard dick pressing against her ass and the small of her back.

  “I can't!” she whispered.

  “Put your hands on the window, fingers spread, palms flat,” Ron told her.

  Despite saying he wouldn't help, he stepped around her body and pried the hand away from her breasts. His dick looked so hard, so thick, so long. She wanted it inside her again. Maybe if she gave him a blowjob, he would stop tempting her with this madness.

  She tried to kneel down but he caught her around the waist and pulled her back to her feet. Her fingertips touched the cold glass.

  “Now the other hand,” Ron
said. It wasn't an order, just a helpful suggestion.

  Kara stopped holding her pussy and put her hand on the glass. She felt like she was assuming the position so a cop could search her.

  “Now lean forward,” Ron told her.

  Slowly Kara did as instructed. Her whole body quivered with anticipation. Her breasts touched the cold glass and hardened further. Ron gently pressed on her upper back, encouraging her to put her weight against the window.

  Her breasts smashed flat and her breath fogged the window in front of her. Outside, people continued to bank back and forth as they raced down the slopes. So far, none of them seemed to have noticed her.

  Ron touched the inside of her thighs, encouraging her to spread her legs further for him. The image of the policeman flittered through her mind again and she imagined Ron in uniform tapping her inner legs with his nightstick.

  She widened her stance far enough that her lips began to pull open. She was so excited that she knew she must be dripping on the rug.

  “Tell me you want me!” Ron demanded.

  “I want you, Ron!” Kara assured him.

  “Tell me to fuck you!” Ron ordered.

  Kara closed her eyes. She didn't really like to use the crude language, but here in the window, potentially exposed to the world, it felt proper. “Fuck me, Ron!”

  Ron rubbed the mushroom head of his cock between her legs, releasing a torrent of hot juices from inside her.

  “Tell me you want everyone to see me fucking you!” Ron whispered.

  “I...” Kara opened her eyes. Out on the slopes, two people had stopped on the downward journey and were looking toward the lodge. Could they see her?

  “Tell me!” Ron insisted.

  “I...”

  One of the two pointed in her direction—just as she feared.

  “I think they can see us,” Kara whispered.

  “I don't care!” Ron grunted.

  With one hard stroke, he forced himself inside Kara's already primed pussy.

  With her boyfriend's hard cock filling her up, Kara no longer cared either.