January and June in Vail Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

January and June in Vail Ch. 01

... was all about. But it seemed to be a cross between fear and admiration. I didn't think I had given him cause for either--yet.

Within an hour of first meeting, we were on one of the T-bar lifts. We were going to start with an under-used easy-average slope so that Carlos could judge my level of performance and move from there. So of course, klutz that I am, I fell getting off the t-bar! This wasn't starting well. Carlos quickly righted me, and I realized just how strong and muscular he was. I think he deliberately pulled me into his chest and held me for a few seconds longer than necessary for me to get my balance (and of course I could feel his wood even through his jeans and my ski pants). Interesting. "Okay, let's see what you've got." (I was wishing that I had said that.)

I started down, Carlos following closely behind. I didn't fall again, but I did frequently snow plow to reduce my speed. We made it to the bottom without incident. I was smiling with self-satisfaction, as Carlos started walking back to the lift. "Next time, no snow plows. I want to see you use those glutes and thighs to gently curve down the hill. The poles are for balance, not braking." He patted me hard on the butt. "Next time I'm gonna see how much speed you can develop on a tougher slope. Then after lunch, we're heading to a steeper, more difficult slope. You can do it, Mr. McAllister. I've seen it before. You're going to be okay. Just need to lose some fears and inhibitions. Your ski persona ...

... needs to catch up with your business success. You're obviously an alpha. Act like it. Even if you fall." While in line, he reminded me of a few downhill technique pointers. And I strongly suggested that he drop the "sir's" and that I was "Kelly."

He was going to push me hard--well out of my comfort zone. But I was already so attracted to him that I would try. He was the kind of guy that you wanted to please or maybe seduce. Even if there was danger in my attempts to prove to him that I was worthy of his continued instruction and attention.

Fortunately, I didn't fall (at least not from the lift) for the rest of the day. Twice more down the slope. The first time I used wide curving arcs to control speed--but put an incredible amount of pressure on my glutes and thighs to keep the skis in line. My legs were burning at the bottom. And then I had the exhilaration of a fast shot down the mountain. Carlos was smiling from ear to ear. And I was beaming--at my progress and at his approval.

In the afternoon, we moved to a more difficult slope. And after three runs, I was exhausted. Totally beat. And past experience had taught me that I was going to be very stiff and sore very soon. Fortunately, it was already dusk. "If I could walk to the bar, I'd offer you a drink. But, I'm afraid if I sit on a bar stool or in a booth, I won't be able to get up again. I know it's not in the contract, but if you'd like to come by the chalet for a drink, we're well stocked. I really don't like to ...