Snow Day - Sex Stories

Snow Day

... was insufferable.”

“Yeah, but we made out okay in the end.” She dropped her eyes to toy with her wine glass. Made out. Oh, there was that one time. “I know we were drunk, but I think about it sometimes.”

I smiled lightly and whispered, “Me too.”

Sali rubbed her fingers over mine, interlocking them. Then raised my hand to her pink mouth and kissed my knuckles.

“Can I kiss you?”

I nodded and watched those pretty lips until she closed the distance. It was soft and sweet, not demanding, or forceful as I was used to. Unlike any other I’d had, it seemed to grant me permission to take as well as give. The kiss deepened and eventually, I realized her hands were on me. They were on my cheek, shoulders, and arms. Playing at the neck of my sweater. We withdrew and exchanged smiles.

“Aw man, that’s it?”

I turned at Harrison’s question. They had been watching us spellbound.

I laughed and glanced back at Sali. “No rush.”

Chapter 3

We woke to fresh snow falling the next morning. It was going to be a full day, so we had a small breakfast, then piled back in the Tahoe with our gear. Just a few miles away there was a nice ski slope, and it seemed the perfect day for it.

I didn’t ski. Instead, I spent the time watching the others from the lift. It seemed like they enjoyed the run from where I was, and I could make out a snowball fight at one point. When the wind started picking up and I’d tired of riding, I went inside the lodge and sat by the fire with my ...

... tablet. Much like the interior of our cabin, it was warm and cozy with its pine walls. There were antlers on the chandelier. Deer and moose heads decorated the walls of the lounge area. Beyond, there was a kitchen and a small dining room that was open all day. I knew from experience that the food was excellent.

Nearly an hour later, Sali and the guys came in. They were laughing and teasing one another but hurried to the fire. They had to be freezing.

“You missed it, Ember. That was so much fun.” Sali shook the snow from her hat and hair.

“Oh I know. Barreling down steep mountainsides. The cold blasting in your face. Trying not to fall and break a bone. I’m good.” I did not feel left out in any way. They knew my feelings on it, but that didn’t stop them from trying to convert me.

“One day. I’ll get ya my pretty.” Mitch teased as he dropped onto the couch next to me.

I chuckled, as they told me about the death-defying “fun” they’d had.

A little while later we got a table and ordered lunch. The vegetable soup was probably the best I’d ever had. While we were sipping on cider, I overheard the servers near the kitchen’s passthrough.

“It’s supposed to get bad. They said we might get eight inches.”

I turned to them, “I’m sorry when?” The one serving us came closer.

“This afternoon and through tomorrow.”

Thanking her, I turned back to the table. This was bad. We were supposed to leave tomorrow. Harrison stood and moved to the nearest window to peer out. All I ...