I brought them to my nose, her scent still lingering on them, reminding me of her taste. I gripped my cock with my other hand, needing some relief. My mind was taken back to the night before. The way she contracted around my tongue, the way her tight pussy felt wrapped around my cock. The way her body tensed as she came.
I’d had a lot of sex, but nothing felt as intense and overwhelming as being with her. Every moan she released, every drip of wetness from her pussy had me craving more.
I brought the panties to my cock and wrapped them around it, feeling as if part of it was her. I positioned the center over my tip, so there was pressure at the end as I pushed in, imagining Juniper on her knees for me. Her soft mouth wrapped around me once again. I would hold my hand in her hair and fuck her the same way I did her pussy. I could imagine tears streaming her face, her normally perfect makeup smudging down her cheeks.
I pumped a few more times before holding it taught, like I was in the back of her throat and came hard into the fabric. I took a deep breath and steadied myself on the wall beside me. When I pulled the now sticky fabric away post-nut clarity hit, and realized I might have gone a bit too far.
I shoved the underwear in the trash, hoping the cleaner would come in and take it before she noticed, and stepped into the shower.
Once we were both ready and dressed for the day, we hit the slopes once more. Today instructor Ken was nowhere to be found, so I was able to teach her myself.
He’d taught her the absolute basics, so now it was just learning how to execute. I explained to her why she probably fell yesterday and we practiced leaning forward instead of back. It seemed Arthur wasn’t out this morning, but my mom did pop by to say hi before going towards the black diamond.
My mother was the real expert skier in the family, even compared to Arthur.
Once she got the hang of it, we decided to try the bunny hill, but as we got there, they had to close the lifts for maintenance. Though it was irritating, I was just glad we didn’t get stuck on it like with the elevator. Juniper suggested we go to the hot chocolate stand at the bottom while we waited.
I ordered a coffee with a single sugar and she got a pumpkin spiced latte.
“Do you think that a single sugar packet does something?” she asked.
“What?” I laughed.
“I’m just wondering. I can’t imagine a single sugar does anything to the taste.”
“Actually, sugar staves off the bitter flavor. And when there’s only one, there’s no sugar flavor, leaving less bitter black.”
She blinked at me, as if she didn’t expect me to have a good answer. “Seems like placebo effect to me,” she mumbled.
I laughed. “Maybe, but I like it. And I didn’t judge you for ordering the most basic drink you could.”
She shrugged, sipping on said drink. “Say what you will, but a PSL cannot be topped on a cold day.”
I laughed and we lulled into silence as we walked to one of the nearby benches. We set our skis along the back then huddled a bit close on the bench.
“The mountains are really pretty here,” she said, gazing out at the vista. This area was in a valley surrounded by white tipped mountains, covered with winter ferns.
“It is. We’ve been coming here so long, I think I forget.”
“How long?” she asked.
“Since I can remember. The only time I didn’t was when I was modeling.”
She laughed. “I still can’t believe it. You. A model.”
I rose my brow. “Do I not look like a model to you?”
“Of course you do,” she said. I felt the eye roll even if it was covered with her goggles. “But I don’t know, models always seemed so serious to me, and you’re so… not serious.”
My brow furrowed. “I can be serious,” I said.
“I’m sure youcan,but it’s not your personality really. You also always tell the truth, even if it’s offensive. I couldn’t imagine that doing well in a modeling career.”
She had hit the nail on the head with that one. There were a lot of agents who wouldn’t work with me because I’d never been good at the just smiling and nodding thing. It was part of the reason I quit. That and I hoped it would get everyone out of my business. It seemed that hadn’t worked out either.
I was more taken aback by what she said. Most people just thought I was an asshole, and in truth, I sort of was. I wouldn’t have described my opinions as blatant honesty, or my personality as goofy. Carefree maybe. But she seemed to see me in a different light than I did, and I didn’t hate it.
“What about you?” I asked.
