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Strange Ski Trip

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I had a rather strange experience recently when I was on a ski trip with some people from work.

A group of my co-workers had rented a large chalet near a ski resort and asked if I wanted to go up with them for a few days. I have not been skiing in years and thought it would be fun.

The place was an older house that had been converted into a motel and then converted back into this rental chalet with several hotel style bedrooms and a few bunk rooms. I was lucky and given a room on the top floor that had a whirlpool tub in the corner of the room. The bedroom opened onto a common area with a small bar and a balcony. The whirlpool tub sat beside the balcony, but in the room and there were some sliding glass doors on the edge of the tub so you could look outside when in the bath.

Although I knew most of the people from my office, of the 20 of so staying there some I had never met before.

On the second day I was pretty sore from being out of shape and went back to the chalet in the afternoon. I decided to run a hot bath and got into the tub. After I while I began to get hard and decided to masturbate.

I lifted myself up and sat on a small ledge so my penis was not in the water anymore and using some bodywash as a lube. I slowly stroked my penis until it was very hard and I was experiencing great pleasure.

I was just about to come when I realized I was not alone. There was a young woman, in her 20s in my bedroom watching me. She stood there staring at my dick with a blank look on her face. I stopped stroking, but had nothing to cover myself with.

She asked 'How often to do you do that?' I answered; 'Whenever I feel like it' or something.

The woman then asked me more questions about my masturbation, like how long it took me to come, why I masturbated if I was married and things like that.

In the meantime, I had gone soft, but my penis was still very sensitive as I had been very close to coming.

I got more lube and I sat on the edge of the tub and faced her directly. I started to squeeze my foreskin over the head of my cock and once I was hard I took long slow strokes over the entire length of the shaft, from the head down to my balls.

The woman was wearing an under-armor long sleeved shirt over a sports bra and I watched her nipples protrude through the shirt. She had small breasts and nice wide hips, but a plain unremarkable face.

As I continued to masturbate, I began to think about fucking her. I have never been unfaithful to my wife and I had this strange emotion pass over me. It was like the feeling you get at the top of a roller-coaster, like at the edge of a cliff, exciting and scary at the same time.

I asked her if she was getting wet. At first she did not seem to understand what I meant. I had to tell her I wanted her to feel between her legs. She opened the fly on her jeans, slid a hand inside, under her panties and I could tell by the way she shifted her hand she pushed her fingers into herself.

That was too much for me and I began to ejaculate into the bathtub in long streams.

At the same time the woman said 'I am wet inside. It is my body telling me I am ready to accept a penis and sperm inside me'. The way she said it was as if she was reading it from a medical textbook. After a few seconds she pulled her hand from her pants and sort of sniffed at her fingers.

We stood there looking at each other and then she left without saying a word.

At this point I got really spooked. I began to think about what had just happened and why. Who was this person? What was she doing in my bedroom? Moreover I began to think that she was mentally challenged. What would have happened if we had been found? Would she tell someone? What if we had had sex? I could have lost my job, ruined my marriage or ended up in jail.

I thought that perhaps she could have seen me from the balcony but when I checked I realized that you could not see into the bedroom or even hear the tub running.

To this day; I don't know who she was, but I assume she is the daughter of a co-worker.

I quickly packed my overnight bag and left. I sent a text message to the person who organized everything saying I had pulled a muscle in my leg and went home.

I did not tell my wife and I don't plan to. That is the worst thing.



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