California Dreamin' Pt. 08 - Sex Stories

California Dreamin' Pt. 08

... fully hard and trusting the cruise control to do the job of my currently incapacitated right leg.

"Sorry," said Sloane, "that wasn't nice."

"I thought it wasvery nice," Quinn cut in.

"I was just a little horny, thinking about last night..."

"And did giving Q some road head help out with that, or make it worse?"

She giggled and half whimpered. "Kinda the second thing."

I watched them share a look in the mirror. Before I could even register, Sloan's pants were around her ankles and Quinn was fingering her.Thank god I can't see it in the mirror...

Even with slow traffic, the drive wasn't horrible.Well, no more horrible than my horny girlfriends being naughty in the backseat without me.

I watched the GPS as we neared the ski resort. The pin for our rental appeared to be on the mountain itself, which I didn't quite understand until we arrived. I pulled into the driveway and gasped as I realized where we were. Just beyond the house was a wide opening in the trees. Just beyond that was a groomed ski run. As I stopped, I watched a few people whiz down the hill.

"Sloane..." I said slowly. "This must have cost a fortune."

"My parents send their best wishes," she said sarcastically. "But yeah, it wasa bit."

We loaded out and approached thecabin. While it did look somewhat cabin-like and wasn't huge, the home was obviously high-end. Clear cedar lap siding covered most of the walls, and the roof was covered with some kind of dark tile. The black window ...

... casings finished the structure's modern craftsman vibe. We strolled up to the front door and realized it had to be at least eight or nine feet tall, and half again as wide as a normal door. Sloane took out her phone and launched an app, the door handle flashing a green light and unlocking in front of us.

"Wow..." I said quietly. "Fancy."

We strolled inside, the temperature already toasty warm. The inside was even more impressive that the exterior. While it retained the open-beam and exposed wood one would expect of a ski cabin, all the finishes were high end. The concrete and tile floors were heated from below and gave off radiant warmth. Quinn and I shared a gasp as we walked into the living room. I heard her choke back a little sob as we stared up at the fifteen-foot, already decorated Christmas tree.

"Ohmigod, Sloane... this is amazing!" Quinn pulled her into a hug and spun around. "Thank you so much."

"I'm glad it makes you happy."

"I woulda been happy at home in that beachfront dump..." Quinn sniffed, grinning. "Jack, can you believe this?"

"It's pretty epic," I said, still gazing around. "And I can't believe it's a ski-out... we're gonna have so much fun here."

"The kitchen and bar are already fully stocked," Sloane continued. "Hopefully the shopping list meets my chefs' approvals... there's two bedrooms, both have king beds. I figured we'd only need one though," she added.

I joined their hug and held them against my chest. "Yes, just the one I ...