Last week I went on a ski trip with 27 other people to Mammoth Mountain, CA. This place is awesome, and after the second day of skiing I had to rest a day. The top of the mountain is 11,053 feet, and the altitude can drag you down pretty quickly.
I have always had a thing for women in ski clothing. To me, a nice-fitting ski outfit on a well-built woman is far more erotic than in a string bikini. I had been away from home on business for the week prior to this trip, so by this time I had been 'without' for over a week. Needless to say, looking at all the hot ski babes was keeping me up in a big way.
When I took the third day off, I rode the gondola to the top of the mountain to take some pictures. Even if you're not skiing, you can ride up and look down from the top of the mountain. The view from up there was breathtaking.
I walked around a bit, left the gondola house area, and walked about 100 feet away on the east side. From there, no one could see me from the gondola house, and anyone skiing down that side of the mountain was quite a ways away from me, and below where I was. I notice that no one looked back towards where I was. Sitting down on a rock, I pretty much blended in with the scenery anyway, even if someone looked my way.
You can probably tell what's cumming next. I got so rock-hard sitting there looking at the awesome scenery, thinking about the babes I'd been seeing, that I decided to join the two-mile high Club SOLO. I leaned back on the rock, rolled a little to the side, and pulled out my 'ski pole' and started jacking. Within a minute I was pumping out spurt after spurt of cream, which landed on the cold rocks beside me. It oozed down onto the snow, and steamed while streaming. Maybe it was the altitude, but my brain just buzzed for awhile after that one.
I highly recommend mountain-top climaxes!