I Got More Than Lessons From My Hot Ski Instructor! – #Erotica

I couldn't wait to tell my best friend all about the ski instructor's cock!

Miranda and I arrived at Buttermilk Mountain in Colorado, ready to take on our New Year’s resolution to learn how to Ski.  I picked the cutest pink skiing attire I could find. I felt like an adorable frosty pink snow bunny when I tried it all on. “So, the guy at the counter recommended we sign up for the beginner’s group ski lessons with this amazing instructor, Reginald. He says group lessons are more affordable and should do the trick just perfectly to get us out on the slopes! I’m so excited!” I squealed to her as I handed her a pamphlet with all the information we needed.  “Tomorrow, ski lessons with a pretty hot ski instructor, at least as far as what these pictures show.  Tonight, we hit Aspen for some drinks and then come back and sit in the hot tub under the starry Colorado sky!” I said, grabbing my best friend by the arm and pulling her toward our cabin to unpack and get settled.

Miranda and I woke up early the following day, more than ready for our ski lessons. I had been drawn to Reginald’s picture more and more as the night went on, and as we shopped, ate, and met new friends while out having drinks, his gorgeous face was all I could think about. “You’ve been staring at that pamphlet all night! Are you really that excited about ski lessons? Or are you seriously crushing on that dark-haired, pearly-smiled ski instructor we’ll see tomorrow?” Miranda asked when she returned from the restroom and saw me pulling it out of my purse for the tenth time in two hours. “I don’t know what it is; he seems to have stolen my heart with just a photo! I hope he’s as good in person as in this picture! I’ve built him all up so much in my head and don’t want to be disappointed when he doesn’t measure up,” I said, laughing and sipping my pretty pink drink. “Come on, let’s head back to the resort and slip into one of the steamy hot tubs.  I’ve always wanted to soak in a hot tub as the snowflakes fall around me!” I added, smiling and shooting the last bit of liquid down from my glass before grabbing my purse and motioning for Miranda to follow.

Arriving back at the resort, we headed right to our cabin with a very expensive bottle of champagne and some edibles we picked up on the way home. We would make this a night to remember and splurged to ensure it was! I looked over at my best friend as she put on her bikini. I’d often wondered if she picked up on my lustful stares as she undressed. I loved penis, but if anyone might make me test the waters with team girl, it was Miranda. Her body was so perfect, and especially after a few drinks, all I could think about was rolling around naked with her.  I laughed at myself and shook my head as I pulled my pretty new bikini out of the suitcase, knowing that it would only be a few short hours before the hottest ski instructor ever to cross my path would be in front of me. Until then, I’d enjoy the view of my best friend’s cute ass in a little iridescent purple bikini! “I am so horny, Miranda! Are you horny?” I asked as we walked to the nearest hot tub, wrapped tightly in our warm robes. Miranda just giggled, knowing how I get after a few drinks and an edible.

The hot tub only added to my desire to get naughty.  The champagne was sweet and fruity, and the giant snowflakes were dropping like fluffy cotton balls from a sky so speckled with stars it felt like we’d been swirling right in the center of the Milky Way! “It’s simply magical!” Miranda said as she gazed up at the hypnotic sight above us. “Can you believe we’re sitting in bikinis in the middle of snow and ice and being able to see our breath?  This is just too cool! I could live here!” She said with that gorgeous smile of hers beaming from ear to ear. “I love it too; it is mesmerizing! Maybe we should think about moving out here! We could get a little apartment, and there are a million places to work!” I added, thinking if all goes well, I’ll need to move to be near my new ski instructor boyfriend! Utilizing all the wishful thinking I could muster up in my wild little fantasy world. Miranda and I stayed out until we were two little frozen raisins walking back to our cabin, and then we decided to turn in and get some rest for a big day of ski lessons in the morning.

When morning came, I popped out of bed like I was five, and it was Christmas morning. I was so excited to finally be in the presence of my heart-throb ski instructor, Reginald, and when he walked up, he did not disappoint.  Throughout the group lessons, Reginald seemed just as interested in me as I was in him, and as the lessons came to an end, I saw him walking over to me.  “You did amazing, Kristin! There are a few little things I think I can teach you, and you will be whizzing down that hill like a pro in no time! Would you like a free private lesson tomorrow? I happen to be available all day.” He said, with a perfect smile on that beautiful face. I responded with an enthusiastic and grateful yes while ready to burst inside. The following day, I met up with Reginald and had a few glorious hours of his hands on my back and lower hips, guiding me like the phenomenal ski instructor that he was.  After we were done, he invited me to get something to eat, which led to an invite back to his place.

“I’m so glad you signed up for my class, Kristin; you’re the most beautiful student I’ve ever had,” he whispered with his lips an inch from mine. “I just want you to know I don’t normally do stuff like this, but you’re just so cute and…” I said, unable to finish my sentence before Reginald’s lips met mine, and his tongue slipped slowly and sensually into my mouth.  His hand reached down between my legs, rubbing over my pants and making me moan for more of that magical touch. His bed was so soft and plush, and the big window beside his bed had a spectacular view of the snowcapped mountains and the puffy white snowflakes dropping in abundance from the sky. I was in heaven. “Let’s get you out of these clothes; I want to see you and touch you,” he whispered, lifting my sweater over my head and moving on to my pants.  Butterflies went wild in my stomach as his soft fingertips brushed my sides and traced my nipples through the fabric of my bra before removing it.  I’m about to have my fantasy ski instructor inside me! I thought to myself as I wiggled out of my jeans.

He was so erotic and such a giver! He took his time with my body, taking it in and touching me everywhere. His mouth closed around my nipples and moved down between my legs. My back arched as his tongue rapidly flicked my clit, and his fingers slid inside me. I felt as if I was in a dream, a really mind-blowing dream, as my eyes rolled back in my head and my fingers ran down through his thick, dark hair as he took his time devouring me. “I want to be inside you, Kristin,” he said in a soft, sexy voice as his kisses ran up my belly, back to my breasts, and then my neck. “Yes! Please, I want that too,” I replied breathlessly, aching to have him fill me. My body quivered as that first, slow thrust penetrated me, parting my lips with his girth and grinding his pelvis into my clit. “Oh my god! You feel so good!” I cried out as he reached as deep as he could go into my pussy.

My body bounced underneath his as he worked in and out at a perfect pace and pressure. His hands ran through my long hair and caressed my face, and his eyes stared deeply into mine as we lost ourselves in each other.  I ached to feel him explode, to hear the sounds he would make, and I begged for him to do it inside me. I wanted to feel the ski instructor’s cum flooding into me, and within moments of wishing for it, he grew a bit, hardening more inside of me. He pulled me as tightly to him as he could and pressed firmly as his warmth burst in hot, amazing pumps deep into my pussy. After our magical moment ended, I stared at the view as he held me in his arms, dreaming of moving to Aspen to be with him always.