"Shit!" exclaimed Sarah as she tried to shove his cock back into his pants. She had heard the icy snow-scratch sound of others turning to take the trail of their hiding spot.
Cody fumbled to put himself together while she staggered up into a standing position. The skiers casually waved as they passed, only giving the most cursory of glances before disappearing down the next run. If they had any suspicion about what was happening, they didn't show it. Once out of earshot, he and Sarah burst out in nervous laughter. "That was close!"
"Right?" he agreed.
She looked up at the hill and could see a few more people working their way down. It wasn't guaranteed that they would choose to take their side path but it didn't seem worth the risk. "I don't think our spot's going to remain secluded," she said.
"Shit."
"Although..." she said, pausing to let the gears turn inside her head. "I have an idea. Follow me."
She skied off with him close behind. Down a few runs, another lift would take them up to a more central yet heavily wooded section of the mountain. Cody seemed to understand what she was thinking and took the lift seat next to her.
Once they were up in the air with a little distance between them and the queue, she turned his head to face her and kissed him on the mouth. She sucked softly on his lips and let hers linger there for a moment. Her breath tasted sweet and pleasantly musky, a combination of her natural flavor and the precum she had managed to draw from his cock. Kissing her back, he loved and savored it. Sarah smiled.
He looked back then at the seats behind them and could see that there were three sets of chairs between them and the next riders. In front, there dangled an empty one as well. Sensing what he was thinking, she whispered, "Not here," and grazed her cheek along his. "But..." she trailed off.
"What is it?"
She took his hand and guided it over to her crotch, rubbing the back of his fingers against the mound of her sex. Without hesitation, he removed his glove and teased her with his thumb, pressing gently. She lifted her coat, pulled back the hem of her snow pants, and watched his wrist slither inside to caress her womanhood. A gasp escaped her as his cold touch found her warm sex. "Sucking cock makes me horny," she confessed. "Finger me."
He grinned and kissed her ear, nibbling on it playfully while he began to work his fingers up and down her wet slit. Her panties were rapidly becoming soaked and her clit was hard and perky, begging for attention. In soft little circles that caused her to close her eyes and breathe sluggishly, his fingers rubbed where she needed it most. And a flush of wetness coated his middle finger as he pushed it inside of her.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, grinding against his hand, "Just like that."
He smiled and continued to move his fingers in a set rhythm, letting her twist and adjust on his touch. He looked at the hill below and watched the skiers, every one of them too focused on the task at hand to gaze up long enough to realize what they were doing. It was wild to be doing this and he loved it. His cock, rigid inside his pants, twitched with every breathless moan Sarah let out. If the circumstances were different, he would have taken her right then and there.
"What's wrong?" he asked. She had whimpered a bit in a frustrated fashion.
"I'm so close..." she said, squinting her eyes to try and push herself over the finish line. "But fuck, we're gonna reach the top too soon."
Before he could try and get her there, she pulled his hand out and adjusted her gear to make herself presentable. Making deliberate eye contact as he did, he licked his fingers clean. "You taste fucking good."
She didn't respond but only looked at him with an expression that demanded they finish what they started and that they finish it soon. The top of the lift, a less than a mere minute away, seemed like it took an eternity for them to reach. The sexually-tense silence that hung between them felt electric.
"This way," she instructed, jumping off and heading in the direction opposite of most of the other riders.
He followed and spotted a small maintenance shack, the backside of which faced shady woodland. They promptly disappeared behind it, stepped out of their skis, and dove headfirst into resuming their fun. He began by kissing her, soft at first but soon his lips were working in a deprived frenzy. She closed her eyes and savored the feeling while her hand drifted down into her panties, finding her aching clit. Pausing his kisses and turning to look him squarely in the eye, Sarah rubbed the apex of her wet sex as she dropped to her knees.
"I want to fuck you," he confessed.
She whipped his still hard cock from his pants and gave it a few quick sucks. "Maybe next time. My bare ass is not willing to play nice with this cold." Her tongue teased the underside of his shaft as she smiled. "I still plan on having fun with this badboy though."
He groaned and then thrust into her mouth, going deeper. She moved her head back and forth over his shaft while her free hand masturbated. Both of them closed their eyes and became lost, each of them inching closer and closer to the edge of orgasm.
"Fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned, turning into his shoulder to try and muffle the sound.
"Come on, naughty boy. Let go and give it to me," she coaxed while her fingers rubbed wildly at her clit.
Sucking the tip while he stroked his shaft, she felt his balls begin to tighten as she held and squeezed them. His body began to tense. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"
In a few strong bursts, he shot his load into Sarah's mouth. The feeling of it warming her tongue pushed her over the finish line and into her own orgasm. Each of them shuddered and gasped, struggling to keep their shrieks quiet. "Goddamn..." he said once his breath returned, too spent to be to say anything else.
"Mmm," she hummed agreeably before turning to spit. "My thoughts exactly."
He and Sarah shared a smile and a quick laugh before he helped her up. As they looked around the sides of the shack to confirm that no one had seen them, they pulled themselves together before timidly hopping back on to the trail. "It's almost noon," she said, checking her watch, "We should head back and meet up with the others."
Cody agreed. She started to head off ahead of him but he stopped her. "Hey, um," he started nervously. "So tomorrow should I -"
Sarah cut him off. "Look, this was fun but I don't think it needs to be more than that right now. Let's keep it between us."
He nodded. To her surprise, he was relieved. "I don't want things to be weird between us."
She scoffed. "That could never happen. But," she continued, "can you promise me something?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"For one, other than Meghan, don't let anyone else know about… this? Especially not Johnny. He's not known for his discretion. And I most certainly don't want him to end up in a cast trying to land another flip, thinking that there's some sort of standing offer."
He laughed. "Okay. And two?"
"In a few months, if we both find ourselves still in a dating rut, let's maybe... do this again. Although preferably somewhere much warmer."
Cody smiled. "I can think of a tropical beach or two that should be secluded this time of year."
Sarah kissed him on the cheek before skiing away. "I love it."