Chapter Two
The view from the ski lift—mountains covered in snow against
the blue sky—was breathtaking. The best scenery Stephanie had seen since
attending college in Colorado, the place where she’d learned to ski with the
help of her three best friends, Jen, Julia and Laura. Once a year, they tried
to duplicate those four, amazing fun-filled years by coming together for a week
of skiing at different resorts around the country.
The first two years after graduation had been almost like
college. They all lived in the same apartment in NYC and often spent weekends
together as well as their annual vacation.
Julia was the first to break from the pack, much to her
friends’ dismay, by taking a teaching job in Mystic, Connecticut. But she
couldn’t have been happier. NYC had never really been her scene. She was a
small-town girl at heart with a love for nature and community life, and in
Mystic she’d found both in abundance. What she hadn’t yet found was a date she
could be excited about. Available hot men were a bit scarce in that part of the
country.
Laura soon followed in her steps by moving to Boston, after
completing her masters at the New York School of Interior Design, and started
an interior design business with her childhood friend Ralph. Very busy and
extremely successful, she was left practically no time for relationships.
The previous year Stephanie had been the third to leave,
leaping cross-country to settle in San Francisco and leaving Jen on her own in
NYC. But Jen was fine. She loved the energy of a big city and made the most of
it by having the best sex life of the four friends.
Stephanie missed her friends enormously, more so since she’d
moved to California the year before. She hadn’t known a soul then and her
grueling schedule left no time for a social life. But that was about to change.
Well-settled in her job as a sales manager for a company of outdoor clothing
and gear, she could now afford to relax a little, cut down on the hours and
make new friends—male friends preferably.
Gah! It had really been too long since she’d been with a
man.
Just before leaving for Tahoe, she’d had a trim and a
European wax. Not that she expected to flaunt her dusty pussy at some guy
during her stay, but nonetheless better safe than sorry. She was definitely
ready for some action.
Her “aha” moment had happened the previous night in town
when the guy at the bar had instantly kindled a burst of desire and a strong
physical reaction in her. Like a pleasure fountain running through her, heat
sparked along her nerves to settle low in her belly. And though her mind seemed
to be at odds with her body—cautioning her against a perfect stranger—she
wanted him. Badly.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Stephanie gasped when she faced
the snow-covered slope the four of them were about to tackle shortly and saw him .
Her heart flipped, her pulse leapt to a gallop and she was hooked.
Finding him there was a sweet surprise. One she’d been
hoping for since his sudden disappearance from the bar. He really was a hot
sexy piece of ass—over six feet tall and built like a swimmer, his face
naturally tan as if he spent hours on skis, and the bluest eyes she’d ever
seen. But his demeanor was what drew her attention most. Watchful. Like a
person used to noticing details. And he had an imaginative mind, if his
mirthful and sensual gaze was any indication of his thoughts.
Lustful images of his long limbs tangled with hers sent her
into an automatic purr. Hatless, his head of thick sandy hair—longer than an
executive’s short crop, shorter than a surfer’s—was a very attractive shag that
begged to be mussed. Then he smiled.
“Oh Jesus!”
Remembering where she was, Stephanie glanced furtively
around. Her friends were busy talking and apparently had yet to notice
him—which they would if she wasn’t careful—and then tease her mercilessly.
Feigning normality, she followed the group onto the slope, her eyes
The view from the ski lift—mountains covered in snow against
the blue sky—was breathtaking. The best scenery Stephanie had seen since
attending college in Colorado, the place where she’d learned to ski with the
help of her three best friends, Jen, Julia and Laura. Once a year, they tried
to duplicate those four, amazing fun-filled years by coming together for a week
of skiing at different resorts around the country.
The first two years after graduation had been almost like
college. They all lived in the same apartment in NYC and often spent weekends
together as well as their annual vacation.
Julia was the first to break from the pack, much to her
friends’ dismay, by taking a teaching job in Mystic, Connecticut. But she
couldn’t have been happier. NYC had never really been her scene. She was a
small-town girl at heart with a love for nature and community life, and in
Mystic she’d found both in abundance. What she hadn’t yet found was a date she
could be excited about. Available hot men were a bit scarce in that part of the
country.
Laura soon followed in her steps by moving to Boston, after
completing her masters at the New York School of Interior Design, and started
an interior design business with her childhood friend Ralph. Very busy and
extremely successful, she was left practically no time for relationships.
The previous year Stephanie had been the third to leave,
leaping cross-country to settle in San Francisco and leaving Jen on her own in
NYC. But Jen was fine. She loved the energy of a big city and made the most of
it by having the best sex life of the four friends.
Stephanie missed her friends enormously, more so since she’d
moved to California the year before. She hadn’t known a soul then and her
grueling schedule left no time for a social life. But that was about to change.
Well-settled in her job as a sales manager for a company of outdoor clothing
and gear, she could now afford to relax a little, cut down on the hours and
make new friends—male friends preferably.
Gah! It had really been too long since she’d been with a
man.
Just before leaving for Tahoe, she’d had a trim and a
European wax. Not that she expected to flaunt her dusty pussy at some guy
during her stay, but nonetheless better safe than sorry. She was definitely
ready for some action.
Her “aha” moment had happened the previous night in town
when the guy at the bar had instantly kindled a burst of desire and a strong
physical reaction in her. Like a pleasure fountain running through her, heat
sparked along her nerves to settle low in her belly. And though her mind seemed
to be at odds with her body—cautioning her against a perfect stranger—she
wanted him. Badly.
Engrossed in her thoughts, Stephanie gasped when she faced
the snow-covered slope the four of them were about to tackle shortly and saw him .
Her heart flipped, her pulse leapt to a gallop and she was hooked.
Finding him there was a sweet surprise. One she’d been
hoping for since his sudden disappearance from the bar. He really was a hot
sexy piece of ass—over six feet tall and built like a swimmer, his face
naturally tan as if he spent hours on skis, and the bluest eyes she’d ever
seen. But his demeanor was what drew her attention most. Watchful. Like a
person used to noticing details. And he had an imaginative mind, if his
mirthful and sensual gaze was any indication of his thoughts.
Lustful images of his long limbs tangled with hers sent her
into an automatic purr. Hatless, his head of thick sandy hair—longer than an
executive’s short crop, shorter than a surfer’s—was a very attractive shag that
begged to be mussed. Then he smiled.
“Oh Jesus!”
Remembering where she was, Stephanie glanced furtively
around. Her friends were busy talking and apparently had yet to notice
him—which they would if she wasn’t careful—and then tease her mercilessly.
Feigning normality, she followed the group onto the slope, her eyes
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