A Ski Holiday at Monte Sainte-Anne, Canada

[Cutie Lillie]

A Ski Holiday at Mont Sainte-Anne, Canada

OCC: This is a private thread for Cutie Lillie and CGRaven. but hope you enjoy it!

The Setting:

Mont Sainte-Anne near Quebec, Canada, in the height of the winter tourist season.

Beautiful wooded areas near the silver, shimmering St. Lawrence River, where both downhill and cross-country skiers come to spend time being pampered in the resorts. We start this story at the Château Mont Saint-Anne. It's an expensive, large resort full of snow bunnies and young men showing off their skills on the slopes, as well as their pocketbooks.

The time is the mid-sixties, when being on holiday with the cool set was what most college students considered success. But not Alexandria Williams, or as her friends call her, Ali. Small, but athletic enough to handle herself outdoors, Ali is a strawberry blonde with a shy, attractive face. She has a pretty, innocent, girl-next-door quality that has turned a few heads. A smart, honors student, Ali has come to Mont Saint-Anne with a cohort of her college friends, including a present day boyfriend. Not much will said about him, because there isn't much to him - which is exactly how Ali also feels about him. Like most of her friends, he is into the superficial college experience: dances, dorm rooms and football games. All of which seem to Ali as full of life as dryer lint.

She's read and filled her mind with as much of the world as she can stuff into her pretty head. She dreams of the kind of life that gets right down and stirs the deepest part of her soul. Unfortunately, Ali has only experienced a life of prosperous shelter - going from high school right into the University where she has been at for the last three and half years. She thought that moving away to school would satisfy that hunger for life, but it failed miserably. It just proved to be as dull and unfulfilling as her own hometown.

We start this story, a few days into Ali's holiday at Mont Sainte-Anne…

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Alexandria Williams

I'm up earlier then the rest of my crowd, and thankful that I can get a few minutes away from their silliness. They have worn me out.

I get myself a cup of steamed, spiced cider and head out onto the resort's terrace. Which is already filling up with the the early morning ski enthusiasts.

Taking a seat near the railing, I plonk my feet up onto it and settle back into my seat - gazing up the cut lanes of white among the green forest. Already I can see tiny specks of black as the most enthusiastic of skiers have hit the slopes.

The sun is shining but the clouds have already started to create an overcast mist to the light of the morning. I hug the hot cup of cider to my chest.. enjoying its warmth.

I lose myself in the mountain before me, remembering the site of the St. Lawrence that captured my attention the day before. I felt myself drift into the feeling it created as I stared at its shimmering beauty from the gondola. I wanted to be on that river.. letting it take me wherever it wanted to. Anywhere, far away from here.

I was lost in this dream when I was startled by the brash laugh of a group of my friends as they approached me.

Oh dear... here was the hour of decision. Do I endure another day with them, or do I dare go and do something that I would actually enjoy?

Well..I've had enough of 'enduring'. Time I took an adventure of my own!

So when they ask if I'm going to head up to the gondola with them. I decide to beg off.

"I think I'm doing to hang back today, guys. I want to do a little adventuring on my own. I know....but there is always tomorrow. See ya later."

I watch them take off down to the lift line and a brilliant idea comes to me. I know what I will do..

I've always loved Nature. Always enjoyed spying out some of the beautiful creations that most others would walk over. This could be fun! I could go on an expedition to find what mother nature has done in these woods. Ice sculptures, frosted forests, tiny crystelline formations.. all lay waiting for me to capture on film.

I sit there nursing the rest of my cider wondering where I can go in those thick woods...

 

[cgraven]

Jean Tougas

How I loved these mountains and woods, the hidden glades the sweeping vistas. I had spent my life among them the quite woods that whisper to you like a lover if you only listen. Yes all my life but for the war. The war that can leave scares unseen. Back to my love I had come to heal.

Paul was apologizing as we came on to the terrace.

" No mon amie."...." There are none today"....." The lifts call them, so few ski

The backcountry now."....." It is a shame for they will never know its' beauty"

Jean pushed back the old knitted watch cap, his ginger hair touched by silver at the temples. The old woolen pants and jacket belonging to another day. His hard lean form moved with the grace of a dancer as they walked to get their morning coffee.

They stopped by young women with her feet propped up.

"Jean I am truly sorry but they prefer the resort to the back country."

I watch as my friend leaves. The coffee is good the only good thing so far today.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali Williams

I sit with my fingers to my lips pondering on how, or maybe who could I talk to about how I can get out into the woods. I'm lost in my own thoughts when suddenly the word 'Backcounty' assaults my ear.

Startled, I glance up at two men standing close to me, as one walks away. I can't make them out very well, since the brightness of morning grey sky is behind them....creating only misty sillouettes.

I quickly put my focus back down to my cup. Did he say what I thought he said? ..they prefer the resort to the back country? I can hardly believe it. I almost wanted to jump up and yell.. OH I DON'T. I laugh at myself.. right.. like I would do something like that. Instead I feel my heart start to beat faster. Here was my opportunity, standing right next me. Come on, Ali. Say something !!!!

OH.. I hate when this shyness strikes. I feel the battle rise in me.. come one..don't be a goose...look up and say something !!!

I force my face to look in his direction, grateful that he hasn't walked off. This time I can see his features a little clearer, though he seems to tower over me with his presence.. imtimidating me enough to force a deep breath of reestablished resolve from me.

His knitted cap frames his head with wisps of soft red hair escaping its hold. The glare from the sky gives his shrouded face a golden quality that makes me squint as I try to focus. I see tanned skin, and a muscular outdoor quality. This man must know about how to get into the woods. I can't see his eyes though.. for they are hidden behind the all too familiar sunglasses that the experienced outdoorsmen wear.

(Ok, Ali...its now or never.) I almost die of embaressement as I hear myself speak a little too loudly and forcefully.

"UM.. Excuse me, mister!" (I feel myself sitting up straight in the chair. I can act like such a shrew when I get nervous) "Excuse me, but did I just hear you talking about the backcountry? I am actually interested in going out into the woods. I wanted to go do a little nature photographing, but I'm not sure how to get out there or who to talk to. I was wondering. Do you think you could help me? I have money." (oh, great.. that sounded stupid)

 

[cgraven]

Jean Tougas

Well as I said my friends at least the coffee was good.

My thought where brought to the present by a very feminine and charming voice with just a touch of shyness to it.

"UM.. Excuse me, mister!"....."Excuse me, but did I just hear you talking about the backcountry? I am actually interested in going out into the woods. I wanted to go do a little nature photographing, but I'm not sure how to get out there or who to talk to. I was wondering. Do you think you could help me?"...." I have money."

The words cascaded out one upon the other like a toboggan racing down the hillside.

I turned my attention to the speaker. She was lovely, hair the color of strawberries, petite and athletic, no snow bunny this one.

"Bonjour ma dame" "May I help you."

Her accent was American from New England. The words chirp and clear a refreshing directness to them. A warm smile creased my face as I removed the mountain glasses. There was a Happy glint in my hazel eyes. Was it possible that there where still those who sought the stillness of the Backcountry?

"Yes I can take you there"......"It would cost $30.00 for the day."

......"Have you ever skied off the slops?"....."You have to work to get there"

.... " No lifts."

I knew she would think better of the trip. So many had wanted the quiet beauty but so few willing to work for it.

I put my cup to my lips and waited for the well practiced "The cost is more than I had in mind."

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali Williams

"Is that ALL?" (I almost jumped at the man. Now wouldn't that be perfect, falling onto a perfect stranger while he thinks I'm some stuck-up princess from the States.)

Pulling myself up, I try hard to reign in my enthusiasm while standing up. If he was willing to help me escape this prison of propriety then I wan't going to let him get away..

"I mean, that sounds very reasonable, Mr...ah.. I don't even know your name."

Standing up shifted the glare from his face and I looked up only to be greeted by a pair of hazel eyes that unnerved me, making me check my balance. They were clear, deep and looked right through me. This was not a man who spent his time buried in accounting books. I smiled at the thought.

I try hard to show that I am up to the task.

"I'm sure I'm not as experienced as you are, in fact, I really haven't done any cross-country skiing. But, I'm capable on the downhill runs and I'm not afraid to work for something I enjoy. Anything worth enjoying is work working for. "(I hope that sounded intelligent, at this moment I feel less smart than I have in the last three years of making the Dean's list)

"I won't be a problem. I'm probably tougher than I seem." (Darn, there is the shrew again.)

"The only thing is.. I need to be able to stop now and then along the way. To take pictures I mean. Should I go get my camera? Are you ready now?" (did I sound too anxious?)

 

[cgraven]

A smile spread across my face at this young girl's direct answers and eagerness?.

'My name is Jean Tougas" ... "And yours?"

Alexandria Williams people call me "Ali". We exchanged pleasantries discussed what would be need. She went to get her skies and camera I and extra pair of mountain glasses, and rucksacks for the days journey.

We took it slow at first as I taught Ali the differences in techniques between down hill and Backcountry skiing. The long strides, the kicking ahead as if skating, how to climb the slops when there was no lift, the tight telamark turns, she worked hard at it, with a frightful determination.

After an hour or so we came out into a clearing with a sweeping view of the St Lawrence. Ali's breathing was a little labored from the climb, her cheeks kissed with a natural rouge. She was beautiful. I had been right, no ski bunny this one.

Then as her eyes lit up at the vista that beauty was transformed into radiance that took my breath away. I turned my head and fought the feelings that were overtaking me.

She is so young and full of life and you Jean have your devils.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali Williams

This was harder then I expected..but the farther away from humanity we got the freer I felt; the more exhilerated I became with each breath I deeply breathed.

I worked, making sure to keep up with the man who galanty did not treat me as if I was some schoolgirl. He was patient and encouraging while he taught me his skills. Skills that I was sure were learned from years out among these beautiful forests and mountains. Oh, to be able to see them through eyes like his.. eyes I still couldn't look at for more than a few seconds... but every once in a while I'd catch a smile in them as he looked at me. Or, I hoped it was a smile.

We came out into a clearing and the river broke open before me. I stopped mid-stride taken up by the silver expanse. I stood there, transfixed, not realizing how faraway I'd become...forgetting the camera resting in palm of the hand in front of me.

I somehow entered a world that was more than beautiful, it was 'alive'...

 

[cgraven]

" Ma Cher the camera?"

The words were out of my mouth before I realized it. I had called Ali Ma Cher, my dear. Would she know what they meant? Would she know the deep feelings, feelings for her, that were growing, that lay behind those words.

Jean you're being a romantic fool. Her life is ahead of her. Yours half spent, I chided myself, but a last your a man, alive, not dead.

I waited as Ali took her shots.

We moved on again into the woods Deeper into the Mountains.

My thoughts were of this you girl. No not a girl, but a woman.

It was a beginners mistake, For if you do not pay attention to them they will hurt you even kill you, they are a jealous lover.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali

" Ma Cher the camera?"

His words shook me from my revelry to distant worlds, distant lives. "Oh!" I look over at the man leaning on his ski pole, looking at me with a most engaging expression ... oh my...

"I.. I... (I laugh, why even try to explain)...

I grin at him in a most lobsided way thinking how silly I am, when he smiles back at me, I feel a most amazing feeling start in my back.. of all places and creeps up my spine. It makes me smile again.

He is a nice man. Though he comes from a very different and time from me. But what's wrong with that? There is something deeper to him, something lived that I have no idea could create the knowledge of the world in his eyes. He's seen things I've only read about...

I realized I must have been looking too long and pry myself to look INTO the camera lens.. yes.. the camera. That is what I was here for anyway. To take pictures.. goodness, Ali...

I follow him deeper into the woods. Yes, that is where I want to go...deeper and farther away from the world of resorts, ski lifts and restaurants... I'd follow him anywhere that moment, never noticing the grayness of the sky darkening as we skied on..

 

[cgraven]

The day is half spent. There is now a still calm in the woods as the first flakes kiss my lips. Suddenly I am snapped back to the present. I now better. Her life is in my hands. The wind rustles the treetops. The snows fall increases.

"Al, I?ll take the lead follow me and stay close."

I cut around her, the trail is narrow, and I pass Ali standing on one ski, like a stroke wading in a pond. I glance back often to make sure she is still there. My breath is coming hard and fast with the excursion. She is there a little unsteady but there, coming on fast.

We reach the cabin. The snow is now blinding, swirling and blowing as the wind screams like the wild Chnoo of legions. There is urgency in my movements as the skis are removed and stick them in the snow.

The cabin is dark and cold as I light the fire. Ali's lips are tinged with blue.

I held her life in my hands and had been day dreaming. Day dreaming as at Dunkirk. Then it had coat the lives of my section. Was history to repeat itself today? Was Ali to pay the price for my mistake?

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ali

I don't now why he suddenly took control.. but I could sense that for whatever reason, he was very serious about it.

Sure the snow had started to fall...but it was beautiful and quiet and I was enjoying skiing in front of him, while he directed my way...

But now I have to keep up with him. *panting* I'm not sure I have that much in me...and why is he doggedly going so fast. Where are we going? We haven't turned back... so why the rush?

I find it hard to keep my breaths even, I struggle to keep his pace. There is something that has frightened him.. but what? I know I have no choice but to trust him..and keep up. *panting*

The air grows cold around me.. I can feel the cold in me - my face, my arms, my legs, my feet resist me.... slow down, Ali they say.. but he won't let me.. the snow picks up..swirlling.. freezing..blinding..

OH!!! I feel a panic rise in my chest. So this is what he sensed..this is why he knew we had to rush. I push on to keep up with him.

Finally we arrive at a cabin. With a no-nonsense air about him, he helps me out of my skis, sets them in the snow, goes in and starts a fire.

I timidly enter behind, still unsure. I just stand next to the door at first watching him. Why does he seem so prepossesed.. what is he thinking about that his face has grown so dark? I stand there starting to feel a shiver build in my bones. .but the fire beckons me closer.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

The world outside..

 

[cgraven]

Ali is beside me as I coax the fire to life. I steal a glance as I work to bring warmth, the chance for life to the lonely cabin. I can feel her body shiver as it tries to make the life giving heat she so needs. Her clothes are suited for the resort slops where a warm lodge and fire are always close at hand. Not for the Backcountry woods of Quebec.

With out a word for there is no time to waist I pull the old woolen Army blanket from the rucksack she has carried. I throw it around her shoulders and set her by the fire. My fingers fly to unlace the boots. They are off as well as the wet cotton soaks. My hands go to the belt at Ali"s waist.

"I am sorry Ma Cher" as I strip the sodden pants from her.

I see the shock in Ali's eyes, a fear growing.

"Ali you must be warm and dry.".." Your ski pants where to wet."

I do not wait for her to respond as my hands chafe back the circulation to her feet and legs.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

I stare at the fire that he works hard to bring to full life. I can't stop the shivering in me, and I still sense that this man beside me knows more about this situation and the danger we are in than I do.. I have no words.. only silence.

When he grabs the blanket out of the backback I am glad I haven't been speaking for I would have lost any words I had in gratitude as he slide over my shoulders. I've never been so cold.

I find myself staring at him as he deftly unleashes my boots. A warmth in my heart springs to life. What am I feeling? Don't be silly. My eyes follow his every move, every expression on his face, this man so professional attending to the business at hand.

So why do I not feel professional towards him? Why do I have this hunger growing from so deep within? I feel like I should say something but I have no desire to break this moment with my own voice. I realize I haven't even let myself use his real name outloud, not even just to myself for that matter. That wouldn't be professional.. it would break that barrier, that distance ...

I feel myself relaxing as he removes my socks. Feeling myself slide into complete trust. Till his hand reaches for my belt. I freeze while my minds races in fear. Did I misread him? Should I run? Right Ali, run where?

The winds outside had built up to a gale force, and we could hear its rumble against the roof of the cabin. It happened so fast anyway, I couldn't have done anything to stop it. My mind was slower than his hands.. and now I could only feel them rubbing up and down my legs and feet, bringing life back to them.

But that wasn't all that he was bringing back to life.

My mind overwhelmed with all that has happened all I could do was close my eyes and feel his hands. I could feel a suprise at the stirring they created. A tickle beyond the new flow of blood starting down in my calves and oozing its way up my body. I close out the world and let myself feel the sensations. I float away with them.. only for a second. And still...I cannot utter a word.

 

[cgraven]

I feel the warmth return to Ali's feet and legs. Only now do I realize she has not spoken. "Mon Dieu" she must think she is snow bond with a crazed maniac. I wrap her in the blanket and search her eyes. There is something there. But I dare not hope. I must do some thing, anything before I am lost in those eyes forever.

I go to my rucksack and pull out the emergency rations. Some cheese, a little smoked salmon, the makings for coffee. I keep up a constant stream of conversation as I prepare a small meal.

I tell Ali of the real danger we are in, of how quickly the storm can over take you in these woods, and of the days they can last. I hide nothing from her. She needs to know the truth.

The coffee is ready. I hand Ali a cup. My hands linger on hers unwilling to break the contact.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

I'd been happy to just sit and listen to him talk, idly watching the fire and him as he worked. But when his hands covered mine giving me a cup of coffee.. the world skidded to a sudden standstill.

In that instant everything changed. Somehow I just knew that. At his touch my eyes locked onto his...and they became all that existed. I was lost in them. Happily lost.

His hands were warm covering mine. They held me with such gentleness I thought this man would surely make me melt ...quite literally. My heart raced and I'm not sure if I still could blink. My breathing became shallow and fast. My lips parted as if wanting to say something.

Oh... what life I saw in those eyes. A life I wanted in me. Sadness and joy both dancing in pools where I was so obviously drowning and without any desire to call for a lifeguard.

I finally found my voice.

"Jean?"

Mmmm, yes..'Jean', a name like golden ale, so exotic in comparision to the New England Jacks and Johns.

I placed the coffee cup on the floor, my hunger was no longer for that kind of food.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

I start to pull him towards me.. feeling my lips ready to kiss away any concern. Instead I kneel close to his chest, clad only in my ski sweater and panties.

I whisper.. "We'll be OK" ...and with a small breath of desire my lips softly touch his.

His lips make me hungry for all of him. His mouth, his eyes, his smell..the solidness of his agile backwoods body…it all fuels my lust and love for him.

My lips part, but don't lose contact, as my tongue plays with his mouth.. trying to sooth the still slight still defensivness I feel in him which I am so desperately trying to melt away.

I wrap the blanket around him.. sealing us into our own private cocoon…as my arms wrap around his neck..

A slight 'ohhhhh' escapes with my breath... breasts beginning to ache to be pressed against his chest.

I realized that he still had his own boots on, his clothes already mostly dry because they were more suited to the backcountry. Still, I move one of his boots between my knees and start to unlash it.. avoiding his gaze for fear of what I might find in them..

 

[cgraven]

Her kiss upon my lips gentle as a summer's breeze. Her words reassuring a touch of longing in them. Aly's lips part her tongue enters my mouth shy hesitant at first then it speaks to me of a growing passion. All my thoughts of age, and cultural differences fly from my mind with that first kiss.

The blanket seals us in a private world. There is a shyness and yet a boldness about her. My desire for her only increases as in feels the softness of her skin against mine. The rough texture of my woolen clothes the contrast to her softness. Our lips part. The kiss broken.

"'ohhhhh' " escapes her moist full lips. more breathed than spoken.

Aly's are downcast as she places my booted foot upon her silken knees. Words fail me. What words could tell her of my long to posses her, to posses her as only a lover can posses his love.

My boot falls. I lift Aly's chin and our eyes meet. Words I search for the words but only, "Ma Cherrie" comes to my lips. Her fingers are moving to the buttons of my shirt.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ma Cherie... he needn't say anything more...

With the falling of his other boot, I pull myself up to him by the buttons on his shirt. The only light in the room now is from the fire, filling the room with an amazing glow of red and gold. The wind and snow still swirled outside.

Kneeling close to him, my lips find his again. I break the kiss, looking down to his experienced chest, feeling his breath in my hair. I let my fingers undo his shirt, one button at a time. Then with my open hand I feel the warmth of his skin as I graze down his chest. I breathed in deeply, almost a gasp. Throughout my arms, my back.. all of me.. I felt an amazing sensation. Not tingles but beyond tingles..my nerves shook and seized up. It was almost too much for me as my fingers, my palm drunk up the feeling of his rough, yet smooth skin. His firm torso, firm from years of leading people through these mountains was almost too much for me. I was almost afraid to touch him as feelings of fear and elation coursed through me.

I pulled him close.. needing him to hold me close. To calm the waves of emotions in me. As I did this his hand went to my thigh.. again the waves went through me. It was as if with every stage I felt both the fear, the elation, and the ectasy that drove me on.

Jean held me close feeling the micro-shiverings in my body. He let me calm down in his strong arms, my breathing slowing to the point of feeling less threatened...

Then I took his hand that was holding me and led it to a place that I knew would send those shivers through me again. A place I knew would lead to more, that is what I wanted and also feared. I placed his hand under my sweater resting on the soft, virtually untouched skin of my ribs. As his hand made first contact, the shivers and emotions dominated my body. I closed my eyes for a moment to collect myself.

 

[cgraven]

Ali's hand is upon my heel as my boot and soak dropping to the floor. It is warm and soft and ignites feeling deep within me.

Her lips on mine again, as she kneels. We are face to face as if in pray. The copper glow of the fire on Ali's face mirrors my passion for her. The kiss is broken. Her fingers moving, my shirt is off, her hands upon my chest, her palms exploring, I feel the tremors of passion surge through Ali and my body responds.

Ali pulls me closer, her arms around my neck. My hand to the silken softness of her thigh. There is a longing and fear both within her eyes as my hand makes contact. They are pleading me to stop us both, begging me to go on. I am confused which does she want?

My questions answered in a flash as she guides my hand beneath her sweater along her ribs to the softness of her breast. My thumb reaches out to roll her stiffing nipple to pearly hardness through her bra. My hands are upon the hem of Ali's sweater, I lift it over her head. My breath is taken from me, at the sight of her beauty. I bury my lips in the hollow of Ali's neck.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

Ohhhhh... my hands pulled Jean's head into me. I thought I couldn't feel more desire, then his hand touched my breast. A gasp escaped my lips, and my hips arched back while my sex tightened in sudden excitment when his fingers pinched my nipple.

I encouraged his head lower. Him attentively using his lips to foster a path down between my breasts.

I reach back to free myself, but he stops me and hugs me close. Jean reaches back and unclasps my bra, letting it drop between us.

The heavenly feeling that melted me were my breasts pressed in close to Jean's bare chest.

I reached down to his belt.. nothing could stop me now.

 

[cgraven]

Ali's hands are upon my belt. Her eyes cast down in shyness but her hands are not.

I am naked now in front of her. I take the blanket that has sealed us in a private world and spread on the rough hewed floor. Ali lays back one leg out stretched the other bent at the knee.

"Ma Cheerier!?

My lips again find the hollow of Ali's neck then behind her ear. The search out each little area that will give her pleasure, lingering a while. There is no rush of heady passion of youth but rather the measured desire to give pleasure to Ali, my lover.

My lips travel lower my tongue leaving a shimmering trail here and there. I come to a pearly hard nipple. Slowly, with measured patience I draw it into my mouth. Lips caress it, tongue teases it and teeth gently excite it. One pearly bud, then the other.

My lips on the move again lower across the flat, firm, smooth, plain of Ali's belly. I nestle my lips to the warm wet spot on her panties, and inhale Ali's sweet fragrance.

I kneel, my eyes tenderly holding her. My fingers are laced into the waistband of Ali's panties.

 

[Cutie Lillie]

When Jean's manhood became apparent, I couldn't help but stare. He was so beautiful ! My first impluse was to reach out and touch him.. but I was secretly thankful that he spread out the blanket. I was feeling very shy and very young.. so inexperienced than he.

I laid down on the blanket with my legs askew. I felt so unconfident in this moment. Not the fiery passionate women I was sure he had loved in his life.

Breathing a secret sigh of relief and pleasure, he moved to my neck and ministered to my insecurity. With every touch of his lips, his tongue I relaxed to this man who knew how to mesmerize me. He was so different to the fast, brash young men I knew. He didn't rush...but instead gave me pleasure I never wanted to stop.

Closing my eyes.. relishing the tranquil relaxation, I felt his tongue melt my inhibitions.

Ooooooh. The moan was beyond my control. Nothing so lovely could I remember ever feeling.. another moan as my back arches. My breasts trying to reach his attentive lips, tongue, teeth.. I wondered if could see the smile that arrived on my face.

He tickles my stomach, and I breath in as he breaths in the aroma of my desire for him.

His eyes hold me.. telling me not to be afraid. I lift my hips as his hands deftly pull my panties over my hips and off my legs. I was afraid and excited at the same time. I wanted him and yet wasn't sure. I know I had had sex before, but this was totally different. Every move, every breath, every smell was building on itself.. each one more exciting the one before.

He was still kneeling before me.. and I bit my lower lip in anticipation.

 

[cgraven]

Ali bit my lower lip in anticipation. As I knelt between her inviting thighs. Their soft silken texture only inflaming my desire for her. As our eyes met I almost laughed, no she was not funny or comical in her desire not it was I who would be laughing at myself.

Jean she offers you everything and what can you give her? She will rejoin her friends when this little adventure is over and go back to her world in the states. To her life and you to yours Jean. But what does that matter now, give her what you can with the love that you feel for her.

I lower my face to that downy strawberry field that is Aly. Softly I blow to stir the downy strands, gentle kisses to that field. My tongue enters the roes petal lips. A kiss before embracing Ali's hooded clitoris with my tongue and lips. Slowly and with skill, I coax pleasure to my love. My fingers spread the rosy lips. My tongue catches the first pearly drop of her pleasure. I lap her juices, they are nectar to me.

Two fingers joined as one, as my tongue and Al's sex are enter her to find that most secretive of spots to bring her pleasure.