It's the end of a snow day. The sun hangs just above the mountains, about to set, and as it does, it casts long shadows across the resort. We are headed up the lift for the last run of the day because once the sun dips behind the mountains, it gets colder, and the lifts will shut down. The chair ride is supposed to take only about ten minutes, but as the wind picks up, the resort decides to stop the lift. Fortunately, it's a two-person chair lift, so we're cozying up together. The cold wind rushes against us, prompting us to cuddle on the chair. I can see the windburn on your reddened cheeks from the biting cold, and I can feel it on mine, too.

As I sit there, I think, "Did I really want to take this last run, or should I have asked this beautiful woman if she wanted to come back down the mountain to my house with me?" But as I sit on the chair, I realize, "Well, the only thing we can do now is wait until we get back to the house."

After a while, the lift starts moving again, and we reach the top of the run. As we begin to board down the mountain, I notice my knees starting to shake—not because it's been a long day, but because I have this beautiful snowboarder riding alongside me. Based on how we've interacted throughout the day, I have a feeling she might be coming home with me.

Eventually, we reach the bottom, and I muster the courage to ask, "Hey, would you like to come to my place tonight?" I can see a slight hesitation on your face as you consider whether to come back with me or head to the hotel you rented. While you're deciding, I unstrap my board and secure it in my backpack. As I get my backpack ready to head down to the car, you agree to join me.

I gesture for your snowboard, and I'm ready to carry it to the car if you'd like. As we walk down to the vehicle, carrying any extra gear you didn't want to haul, we continue our playful banter.

As we stroll, the shops and lodge hotel pass by. We continue past gear shops, food stores, and options for mountain activities. A flight of stairs leads to an ice skating rink surrounded by bars, hot tubs, and a lively crowd. The usual sounds of laughter and joy are muted by the falling snow, creating a serene atmosphere. I listen to your observations about our surroundings and answer your questions. Your jokes, even the ones that go over my head, add a touch of humor to our conversation.

Finally, we arrived at the car. I grabbed the clicker, opened the trunk, and said, "Here we are. You're more than welcome to put your things in the trunk, as well as the front and back seats." Now that we had left the mountain, the wind had calmed, and the warmth was perfect for a snowy day. I started to wipe off your snowboard and other gear that you allowed me to carry to set in the trunk. I took off my backpack and arranged my board underneath yours to prevent any scratches. I barely caught the comment you muttered under your breath, "That'll be me tonight." Shocked by what I just heard, the earlier jokes made much more sense.

I started to feel more at ease after picking up on the jokes you made. Once, most of my snow gear is off except joggers, a hoodie, and my beanie. I sit on the back of the trunk with the hatchback lid up and take a drink from my camelback. I sit there enjoying the silence provided by the snow, muffling the sound and paying heed to how much is coming down. I just breathe and take in the fresh mountain air and enjoy the moment.

You then come around the car wearing a beanie, a shirt, and some comfy pants. I ask, "Are you ready to leave, or are you alright letting some of the traffic leave before us" You agree to let some of the traffic pack out. I pat the trunk space next to me, indicating to sit next to me, and I ask, "Can you hear how silent it is for how many cars & people we see?" the next thing I hear come out of your mouth has me dazed as you said, "Well, how loud do you think we'd have to be for people to notice?" The laughter that comes shooting out of my mouth afterward is like a Master Card; it is priceless.

After finishing my slight laughing spree, I turn my head towards you to just stare into your eyes, pretending I didn't just laugh like that. While looking into your eyes, I can see how beautiful you are. The messed up hair under your beanie, the cute smile on your face, the glimmer in your eyes, and the snow falling around you make for a magical view. The urge I get to kiss you over takes me; before I know it, our lips are touching, and the hand closest to your thigh found its way to you and rubbed it. I should be bothered by the cold, but I'm hot and bothered in another way. Then I pull back to stand up, and you pull me back in for another one. Noticing that there isn't much room for lying back into the trunk, I then proceed to scoot you over. My hands are on the sides and on the outside of your shirt. I look down and start to make out with you, trying to match the amount of tongue you're using. My hands now have a mind of their own; they begin to make their way into your shirt; I notice how cold they are compared to the warmth of your skin. Then, rub the sides of your stomach up next to your breasts while mentally taking notes of your body. Slowly moving towards your breasts until my thumbs are on your nipples, moving them into a circular motion. The circular motion evolves into cressing your breasts together. I try slight variations until I get a noise that confirms I'm doing it right.

Shocked by the cold hands but aren't turned off by them; they are now on my chest while I'm kissing and touching you. It's cooling me down, for which I am thankful. My fingertips start slowly moving down your chest to your stomach, where I continue to take more mental notes about your body. As I feel your waistband, which gives me a path to trace to your spine, I place four fingers on each side of your spine with my thumbs on your sides. I slowly follow your spine up to the back of your head. Then they follow down as they did up, but this time going into your pants and slightly lifting you up and squeezing both your cheeks.

I slightly set you down so your ass is further in the trunk of the car, being sheltered by the hackback door being opened. My hands move from the bottom of your cheeks to the top of your waist, where I retrace your stomach. This time, my right hand goes into your panties, and I place it above your clitoris, and the left hand urgers you to lay back. Once we are mainly in the trunk, I lay above you to the side, so I'm on your right side, using my left arm to hold and hold the back of your head. This allows my right hand to move more freely.

I slip my middle finger on top of your clit and start circular motions, side-to-side motions, and different variations until I hear you let out a nice little moan. I will keep working on that motion until you tell me otherwise. I study the facial expressions along with the moans. Slowly I move my hand further into your pants until I get to the opening of your vagina. I slip the tip of my middle finger inside the opening of your throbbing wet pussy. The teasing begins with some slight fingering action while I start to kiss you again, but this time on the neck and moving down to your collarbone. I can taste the salt on your skin from all the work you did up on the mountain. I slip both my index finger and middle finger in as deep as I can go; I slightly apply pressure to the top of your wet pussy while fingering you; in hopes, I'll hit the g-spot. Once I find the treasured spot, I take both my fingers and slightly rub against it. I removed my mouth and looked you in the eyes while I felt your pussy getting wetter & throbbing. I place my up to your mouth and, in between soft moans, start kissing you again. You let out a loud moan into my mouth, and I feel the floodgates open.

After I pull my hand out of your pants and slowly lean you up with the hand holding your head. I look around, and most of the cars around us have left. I then asked, "Would you like to finish this party back at my house?" You nod in agreement with a hint of something naughty on your mind. I stand up, holding out my left hand to help you out of the trunk, as the right one is covered in your juices. With a smug face, I wipe it off on my hoodie. I close the trunk of the car; we both head to our respective sides of the vehicle, you to the passenger seat and myself to the driver's seat.

It's completely dark outside, and the snow is coming down heavily. We've been in the car for about five minutes now. I handed you my phone so you could choose some music, with the only request from me being anything but country music. We've finally reached the main road, but it's still covered in snow, so I'm driving slower than usual. With the extra time, we started to talk more about our lives. The conversations are more profound than they were on the mountain, where we were focused on snowboarding. There's some laughter, a bit of tension, and a mix of other emotions floating around the car.

I suddenly feel a hand on my right thigh, and the touch gets my heart going. I look over for a brief second, and you have this naughty smile on your face. I smile back and immediately start focusing on the road. You slowly start rubbing my thigh more, each time getting a little higher. You've moved positions where your left hand is in my hand, your right hand is on my thigh, and found my cock, which wasn't a "hard" task. Then, pressed up against my neck are your lips; now it's your tongue; I think it is moving slowly up my neck and retracing back down until you full-on start kissing my neck. I'm not quite sure because my focus is mainly on the road. I think to myself, "Well, this is somewhat nuts, no pun intended, but I'm down for it." I then reassure myself that I've driven in the snow a ton of times, and I know what I'm doing.

While I am thinking, "We have made it halfway to my house," I feel a tug on my pants string, and the waistband loosens up. Once the waste band is loosened, your hands proceed to slide my pants down the thigh. I instinctively lift some of my weight up to make the action more manageable, then glance over to give you a naughty smirk while noticing you're licking your dominant hand. I can feel your other hand reaching into my underwear's slit hole to pull my hard cock out, then your semi-wet hand starts to slowly play with my head. The distance from us shrinks as I can feel your breath on my ear while whispering, "How bad do you want me to put it in my mouth?"

Letting out a little grunt, I'm entirely at your mercy at this point, as my main goal is not to crash the vehicle. A shiver shoots up my spine as I'm enjoying this whole situation I've found myself in. Lips again touch my neck while you play with the rock-hard cock. You continued to tease me while rubbing the tip until you gradually started to stroke it downwards and upwards. The lips that were focused on my neck now have removed themself, and you slowly spit down to your hand that's around my cock. Now, with it being sloppy, I can feel your hand going further down my shaft with each stroke. You again say into my ear, "Are you enjoying this?" I glance over at you and say, "I am absolutely thrilled!" Then I feel your mouth on my neck again.

This feels like it's going on forever. I can't tell if I'm stressed or just really turned on. Luckily, the snowfall has lightened up since we left the mountain for the city. Then you stop kissing my neck. With the oncoming headlights, you can see the hickey you left, and you laugh while saying, "I gave you a hickey and left my mark for a while." I chuckle and reply, "Are the teachers from Catholic school going to threaten to call my mom as if she didn't already know?" I shrug and add, "It's not the first time I've been yelled at." before I finish the sentence, I can feel your tongue wrapping its way around my head while synchronizing with your movements. Then I feel your mouth start to take more of my penis in your mouth; you begin repeating the same pattern as before; with each stroke, you go deeper, filling your mouth up.

Once you hit the base, you start to hold it in your throat for a bit and then come back up for some air. The speed of your hand and mouth begins to gradually increase. The things your tongue is doing while all this is going on are blowing me away. You repeat this until you're in full-on sucking dick mode. I lay the seat back, one click back. That way, I can still see the road and get slightly more comfortable as it is starting to clear up. While all this is happening, I am letting out some slight moans to show my appreciation cause this feels fan-fucking-tastic.

My cock is starting to throbbing, and I can feel what's about to happen. I let out a moan while saying, "I'm about to cum." giving you the option of how you want to handle what's about to happen; Every stroke is just getting me closer and closer to that blissful edge. You're turning your head lightly with each stroke, with your hand following behind your mouth and sucking on it. You pick the speed up until you can feel the muscles contractions of my penis, then the magic happens. I think I'm in heaven while I am filling your mouth with my cum. You stop and slowly suck it all off until you've cleaned, and the next thing I know, you're lightly sucking my extremely sensitive head. I let out a huge moan and a sigh at the same time while thinking, "Holy fucking shit."

I'm still focusing, applying all the attention I can on the road. Luckily, I came as we came out of the mountains. You sit up, kiss me on the cheek, and while I glace over, you give me a little wink. While looking over at you in complete amazement, I say, "Luckily, we're pretty close to my house." That's when you ask, "Is that when the real party starts?"

--- To be continued.