Erotic Story: The ski instructor

As I walk through the door of the après-ski bar, I spot him at the bar right away. My ski instructor. Also known as the way too handsome and hot guy who’s been teaching me how to ski this past week. That I’ve blundered so much, isn’t due to his skills; I was just way too distracted and excited. His deep-brown eyes, dark hair and way too masculine jawline, that handsome face threw me off guard. We smiled at each other several times, intensely and a tad mischievously, and every now and then we secretly touched each other, even though it wasn’t really necessary. His hands on my sides to get me into a position I actually was in already; his fingers along my hips, even though they were already making the right movement. It was thrilling. And now, for the first time on this skiing trip, I spot him in the wild. And my god, he’s been hiding such a good body under his ski suit. My eyes scan the room, looking for my friends. It’s crowded on the dancefloor, pleasantly full, and I don’t see them anywhere yet. As my eyes scan the room, I notice Thomas noticing me. He’s leaning nonchalantly against the bar, his body turned my way. He holds up a beer in his hand and gives me a playful wink. Warmth shoots through my body, straight down and I feel the fabric of my panties sticking to my labia. Nervous with excitement, I walk to the bar. I can’t find my friends yet, but I could use a drink. ‘Hey’. His face seems to be beaming. ‘Hi’, I react as coolly as possible. He grins and takes a sip of his beer. ‘Do you want a drink too?’ ‘Thanks, but I’m actually looking for my girlfriends.’ The tension in the air is palpable and almost makes me uncomfortable. He must feel it too. ‘Come on, just one drink.’ His gaze lingers on me just a little too long, his eyes look just a little too deeply into mine. They won’t let go, it’s too tempting. ‘Okay, just one drink,’ I chuckle in a flirtatious tone. We’re not on the slopes now, he is not my instructor right now, so fuck it. And it’s clear he feels the same way. His hand slides over the top of my forearm, leaving a tingling of desire. I feel his warmth through the fabric of my blouse. ‘I’m getting hot,’ the words shoot out of my mouth before I realize it and I feel clumsy… I only said them to indicate why I’m suddenly turning red. He laughs. He is so close now that the scent of his perfume fills my nose and I automatically bite my lower lip. ‘Then I’d better give you something wet right away.’ His hand slides towards my fingers and then leaves my skin. Jesus, what is this man doing to me? One corner of his mouth curls up and he makes eye contact with the bartender. ‘A white wine please.’ His controlled tone only makes it more exciting. ‘I, uhm… actually drink my wine with a few ice cubes in it.’ He looks at me intently, surprise on his face, and as the bartender puts down a glass of wine, Thomas keeps his eyes on me. ‘With a glass of ice on the side, please.’

I keep staring back and out of the corner of my eye I see the bartender placing a small glass with a few ice cubes on the bar. Thomas grabs an ice cube from the glass, brings it to his lips and then puts it in his mouth. From the movement of his jaws, I can see that he’s swirling the ice cube around. Then he takes it out of his mouth again and drops it into my wine glass. ‘Enjoy.’ Holy shit… this man… I break out in a sweat and look at him, stunned. Electricity rushes through me, I’m charged and the tension is palpable. ‘Thank you.’ As I bring my glass to my mouth, I look at him seductively. Behind him, I see my friends waving wildly at me and when I look past him for too long, he notices too. ‘I think you have to go.’ ‘I think that’s wise, yes. Maybe I’ll see you later.’ ‘I should hope so, Julia.’ He pronounces my name as if it’s hurting him, with a moaning undertone, and I break out in a sweat again. Shaky, and with the glass of wine in my hand, I walk towards the dancefloor where my friends are already dancing with abandon. I feel his eyes burning on my back. He’s watching… I’m certain that he’s watching… I playfully look back over my shoulder, straight into his brown eyes. I let my right hand roam over my hip towards my buttocks and see him clench his hands into fists. I take another large sip of my wine, toss my hair back and let myself get carried away by the rhythm of the music. My hips sway in all directions, my hands glide over the soft fabric of my pants and my fingertips press deeper and deeper into me. Then I move them up to my breasts and to the edge of my blouse, where they gently caress my bare skin. I am burning hot and feel beads of sweat trickle down my neck. There’s still a small piece of ice left in my glass. I take it out and let it drip down my neck. The cooling is almost divine… just what I need right now. I still feel his eyes on me and as I look his way, I get confirmation. He’s watching all my moves from a distance, making me feel powerful and incredibly horny. ‘Girls, I need a restroom break.’ As my friends dance around me, my eyes dart through the room looking for the best escape route. I’m curious to know if he’s following me. Heated, I find my way through the dancing crowd and find the restroom… Even before I can go through the door, I feel two hands on my hips. ‘Where are you going?,’ his voice thunders through me and lust takes over. ‘Where do you want to go?’ ‘Oh, Julia… You have no idea how crazy you’ve been driving me all this week with those seed-craving eyes of yours.’

I hold my breath with tension and abruptly turn around. His lips touch mine right away and we kiss passionately, as if our lives depend on it. His mouth fills with my moaning and wild licking attempts to find his tongue. ‘Grab your coat and forget your friends. You can’t keep me waiting any longer.’ I cup my hand in his and let him lead me to his quarters. Once there, he firmly presses me to the wall and kisses my neck, then my collarbone and around my breasts finally. He wildly grabs my blouse and rips it open… ‘Aah, fuck…’ A wild scream escapes my lips. ‘I’m so horny, I blurt out. ‘Don’t worry, I’m going to give you exactly what you need.’ I’m sure he’s not lying… From the way his fingers explore my body, I know that this certainly isn’t his first rodeo. Within a few seconds, he’s dropped to his knees and hastily starts unbuttoning my pants. ‘Please, take off my pants.’ ‘These pants?’ he asks teasingly as he slowly pulls them down my butt. ‘Yes,’ I sigh … ‘Please, take them off.’ Then he sinks his teeth into my panties and pulls them down a little. He grabs the lace with both hands and tears it apart. ‘Jesus’, I scream through his bedroom. ‘You won’t need those tonight.’ ‘I’m so wet,’ I pant breathlessly. ‘Good.’

He tosses away the ripped thong and then throws my thigh over his shoulder, vulnerably exposing my heat… He looks up, smiles at me and then presses the tip of his tongue against my clit. I moan loudly and when he pulls back, I see a string of my fluids hanging between his tongue and my clit. ‘Hmmm,’ he growls. Then he buries his face deep between my legs and I feel his warm, wet tongue sliding through my labia. He goes at it, with increasing force. I do my best to keep standing. ‘Fuck, you lick me so good.’ Hij smacks, growls, moans, licks… sometimes closing his eyes, and then making eye contact again. He tongue-kisses my pussy and he enjoys it, just like I do. He clearly knows what he’s doing. ‘Shit… yes..’ I groan. He looks at me heatedly and then stands up slowly. He runs his finger deep through my wet labia one more time and then brings it to his mouth. Right in front of me, he licks his finger and sucks it. I I think I’m going to explode. ‘Fuck me,’ I pant uncontrollably. ‘Nothing I’d rather do.’

He grabs my hips and throws me onto his bed. ‘Take off your blouse, I want to see your breasts. I want to see how I make them dance.’ I quickly throw my blouse somewhere in the corner, soon followed by my bra. ‘Let me look at you too,’ I mumble, trying to get my wiggling body under control. He starts to undress between my legs. He pulls his hoodie over his head – fuck, I’m such a sucker for hoodies… his toned chest appears. Firm and exactly like in all the fantasies played out in my mind this past week. Then he starts unbuttoning his jeans and lets them fall around his ankles. Through his black boxers I can see the outline of his hard cock. ‘Do you want it?’ He looks down naughtily as he tugs at the waistband of his boxers. ‘You have no idea how much I want it.’ I automatically spread my legs a little wider. He sucks in his cheeks, looks down and lets a blob of saliva slide down his stomach. He pulls down his boxers and lets his cock jump free. Hard and glistening with moisture. ‘Hmmm… You’re already wet.’ ‘Take a good look at it, because this is your doing.’ His words are barely out of his mouth before he catches the blob and spreads it over his hard cock. Then he positions himself between my legs and slides his cock through my burning heat. ‘Please, I can’t take it anymore … take me.’ ‘Shh,’ he hisses as he grabs my throat. ‘It’s time to shut up and just enjoy.’ My hands grip the duvet and with one wild thrust he slams inside of me. Waves of desire overwhelm me. I can’t move and I just surrender. ‘Goddamn Julia… You are so tight. You’re really hot, you know?’ Panting, I attempt to nod, but his hand keeps me firmly in place. My breasts dance, just as he wanted, wildly back and forth, and I dig my nails deeply into his thighs. ‘Hmmm, yes, good. I’ll make sure you’ll see my tracks too.’ His mouth finds one of my nipples and he bites hard. I start to moan… It hurts, but feels so arousing… I just let it happen. His fingers press firmly on my throat and I know there will be bruises.

‘Jesus, I’m coming.’ His growls, pants and moans are getting louder. In one quick movement, he pulls back, pulls me up by my throat and presses his cock against my lips. ‘Stick out your tongue.’ I obey and feel his semen ripple over my tongue. ‘Fuck Thomas, you are really wild,’ I pant, defeated, and I suddenly realize I’ll see him again tomorrow morning at the ski class. ‘Lie down, I won’t let you leave before you’ve cum too.’