Snow King Lodge - Sex Stories

Snow King Lodge

... take her right there in the shower. I laid my head back on the pillow and closed my eyes trying to think of anything else. When I heard the bathroom door open, I opened my eyes and stared with lust filled thoughts as Kim emerged from around the corner. She was wearing a knitted sweater with fall leaves on it, a short tan skirt and white tights. My cock twitched in my boxers taking in her sexy body. “I’m all done in the bathroom so you can get in,” she said as she sat down and pulled on knee-high, tan colored boots. “I’m going,” I said with the intention of taking a very cold shower. After breakfast, we spent the day exploring the village of Jackson Hole. By late afternoon, we were both getting hungry and stopped in the Silver Dollar Saloon. We ate a late lunch then moved to the bar where we had a few drinks. Kim picked up a flyer from the bar that was an advertisement for a tram ride up the mountain at Teton Village. “Let’s go do this,” she said, “The last tram leaves in thirty minutes.” “Let’s go,” I said and settled up our bill. When we entered the tram, there was nobody else on it. It was a twenty minute ride to the top, so Kim and I took a seat in the middle of the tram and settled in for the ride. Not expecting much, I watched the beautiful mountain side as the tram slowly started to make its way up the mountain. Out of the blue Kim leaned in and kissed me with a deep passion. After watching her sexy ass sway all day in that tight skirt I couldn’t help but grab her and ...

... pull her close, kissing her with the pent up desire inside of me. To my surprise, Kim melted into my kiss and I could start to feel the heat build between us. She was soon reaching down and rubbing my cock through my jeans; rubbing it hard with intention and moaning into my mouth. Her hand worked my cock relentlessly through my jeans and was driving me crazy. I slid my hand down between her legs and started rubbing her hot pussy through her tights. She inhaled sharply as I started rubbing her pussy up and down. Her kiss became harder and needier as her hips started moving with my hand. I tried to work my hand up to get it down inside of her tights, but her tight skirt was not allowing me to do so. In the heat of the moment, and my need to feel my fingers buried in her wetness, I grabbed hold of the crotch of her tights and ripped them open. She gasped as I ripped them with one swift movement of my hand. I buried my fingers inside of her and finger fucked her hard. Her moans echoed through the tram as I turned my fingers and found her g-spot and started rubbing it. She cried out over and over as her body started to shake begging me not to stop. I worked her g-spot until she came with a loud cry, screaming my name. I liked the sound of my name, "Dan", echoing off the wall of the tram as she screamed it. I removed my hand from her dripping wet pussy and brought them to my mouth and sucked them clean. She watched me with her eyes on fire and burning with lust. “I need your cock,” ...