03 The Hotel - Sex Stories

03 The Hotel

... respectable number of days, and the snow was sure to be fresh, soft, and ready for us.

The hotel was not a large or grandiose place, but it was nice. It had that down-home look that some places manage to keep while still being a busy hotel. With a bag of gear slung over one shoulder, and a board over the other, I made my way into the lobby. A quick check with the receptionist gave me the room number of my student, so I headed upstairs.

Before any true lesson can begin, you must get the person fitted into their gear. Being comfortable on the slopes makes an enormous difference when trying to learn. Any time I endeavor to teach someone, I always meet them before going to the slopes to make sure all the gear is set up to make them as comfortable as possible. This would be no different, except that we are meeting at a hotel to get set up before going to the mountain.

Wearing dark blue sweats, a white T-shirt, my heavy snow jacket, and a Nike running hat, I am not exactly the mark of high fashion. Again, comfort is the key here. Not that I would be wearing this on the slopes, I have a pair of snow pants in the bag that I will change into later. Soft "Ugg" boots are also necessary. Easy to change in and out of, and comfortable for long drives. Not to mention they keep my feet quite warm while walking in the snow. None of this would normally even cross my mind, but my student is not a typical one. This one was a woman I have never met.

Talking to someone online about ...

... meeting and doing something is never quite the same. Especially since there is a certain amount of flirtation that takes place online with the assurance of anonymity. Taking things into real life crosses certain barriers that some people have a tough time with. Not to mention it is like a blind date. You never know exactly what you are getting into. It is hard to say you know someone until you meet them in person. So, this trip is a double whammy. Not only am I meeting this woman for the first time, but I am going to teach how to ride a snowboard. Not an easy task, but one I am sure I am up for.

I found the stairs to the second floor of the hotel with ease. I could take the elevator, but something about climbing a flight of stairs just makes me feel more alive. Sure, with all this gear, it would have been a lot easier to take the elevator, but I never did like elevators. Given a choice, I will pick the stairs every time.

The second floor of the hotel is quiet and small. Soft lights are spaced down the hall in a zigzag pattern leaving small pools of mellow darkness around some of the doors while bathing others in light. The effect struck me as odd, but pleasant. The carpet is soft and plush beneath my boots, and I wonder what it would feel like barefoot. Later I will have some time to test that, but right now, I need to meet someone, and have them try on some gear.

It occurs to me that I really have no idea what time it is. I had stopped wearing a watch many years ago, ...