Caroline's Fantasy

Inspired by your revealed fantasy in last weeks podcast, here is mine. You've got a "scoop".

It is lunchtime and I just skied from La Masse a 3650 meter high mountain in Tignes, France. I am warm from the the morning action and the adrenaline is high. In a cozy bistro where the ski instructors take their half hour lunch break before going to the next class of students, I take my jacket, headgear, gloves and ski glasses off, go to the bathroom, reset my hair and put magenta gloss on my lips. I take the first layer of my top cloths off and I am in my black thermal sweater. The zipper is down and my still steaming sweaty cleavage is thus exposed. Boots, pants, thermal underpants everything except my knee long socks are on the floor around me. I am laying on the table opposite the entrance, my underarms touch the smooth wood that supports my upper body, my legs are bent and spread. I keep my eyes on the door as a smile plays across my lips.

My steaming body is waiting for the cold breeze the ski instructors bring in with them when they open the door. Only one at the time is allowed to warm me in a different way. The rest of them wait impatiently outside ready to get their cold dicks warmed by my pussy. They keep all their gear on because they only have 30 minutes for lunch. When it's their turn, they struggle to take their fresh dicks out of open flies which is not easy wearing large ski gloves, so I do that for them.

I cannot tell them apart because they keep their ski glasses on. While each one pumps me gently and then not so gently, I work my clit while I feel rough gloved hands on my calves. My legs wide stretched now, I wonder who is doing me. I am waiting for my favorite instructor. I will recognize him by his screwing skills because he is the only one who can take me on a mountain high consistently.

C

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