January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

June and January in Vail Ch 01

Divorced banker to reluctant Daddy on skis

This story is entirely fictitious. It traces the feelings and the actions of a divorced, middle-aged bi-curious man as he discovers a lot about himself. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. Two chapters have been written at this point. No AI was used in the production of this story. © 2024, Brunosden, All rights reserved.

Despite the light snow that was falling, I easily found the VRBO chalet just west of commercial center of Vail. I pulled into the driveway and under the carport. Everything about the trip so far had presented problems. The flight from Houston where I had been on business all week to Denver had been delayed. So I had little time at home to make the luggage switch. I hoped that I hadn't forgotten anything important. Traffic was unusually heavy leaving Denver. Light snow had fallen throughout the journey to Vail, cutting the speed limit on I70. And on the day before the trip had begun, my best friend and co-worker had called to report a positive COVID test--and canceled. So I was going to be alone for the week.

The VRBO hostess was waiting (thanks to a series of cell phone txts) and showed me around. The place was mountainside and really nice. Fortunately, we had pre-ordered food, wine and beer so the house was stocked for a day or so. Despite the late arrival, I would not have to go back out to dine on a Saturday without reservations. It was late afternoon ...

... and already dark. I was antsy, anxious and maybe even a little angry that my carefully planned vacation was now very open. I was a careful planner with a life totally in order. But, not this time.

This was my annual ski vacation week in late January, and this year, for the second time, I was going to be alone in the modern, but rustic looking, chalet. Two years ago my wife of 15 years had announced she was getting a divorce two weeks before the trip and, of course, didn't come. I had been increasingly insistent that I wanted a child before it became too late for her, hopefully a son--but she was equally firm that she didn't want children. So I guess the divorce was inevitable. I should have seen it coming. And this year, Pat had given me the COVID news with little chance to invite an alternate companion. It wasn't his fault obviously, but it was still disruptive.

I had been looking forward to this trip all year. Skiing had been a passion for almost 5 years since we have moved to Colorado, although because I was a workaholic and participated only a week a year, I hadn't made much progress. I was only one small mountain away from the bunny slopes.

Although I'm in pretty good shape for a 39 year old investment banker, I'm basically not athletic. I work-out faithfully four or five days per week, usually including a run. I'm lightly muscled with almost no fat. I've still got all my hair--and it's raven colored and curly, although my profession means it's kept short. I'm ...