"Snowed In." (c) T. Fairchild, 2002. "Tristian Fairchild" 2002.
SWIMMINSTUD993@justbreathe.net 

I am the original author of the story retaining copyright. I would like to submit the story to Adult Story Corner for posting.

Patricia Carter pulled the keycard from her purse and slid it into the electronic lock, and waited in anticipation for the green light. She shivered as she pulled her heavy parka hood over her black hair.

“Let me help, Trish.” Victor Parsons took the card out of her gloved hand and inserted it into the lock. The green light immediately flashed and Victor smirked at his accomplishment. 

“It’s too cold up here. Let’s go back to Phoenix,” Trish complained as she entered the cozy room the couple had rented. Trish and Vic had been dating for over two years now, and had decided that they would get away from their homes in Phoenix, Arizona, and take a trip up somewhere in a cooler climate. They were both barely thirty, but the chaos and pandemonium of working life had called for a long overdue vacation of sorts.

“I dunno babe, I kinda like it.” Vic removed his parka and closed the door as the snow continued to fall. However, he had to agree with his girlfriend regarding the climate. There would be no skiing tonight, the lady at the welcome center had said. Not until this heavy snowfall cleared up. 

Vic picked up the remote and clicked the Panasonic television in the corner of the room on as Trish took a look at the various attractions that the two could take part in. Vic found the weather channel.

“This guy says the weather should clear up tomorrow, especially around Veil. Since we’re right outside of it, I think we should be fine,” Vic reassured Trish.

“I kinda like being ‘snowed in’ up here. Just you and me, maybe catch up on some stuff? We haven’t been able to do that back home, what with work and all,” Trish stated as she walked up behind her sitting boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two had checked in earlier that same afternoon at the Snow Princess Ski Resort and Spa, located approximately ten minutes outside of Veil, Colorado. It was world renowned for its slopes, and also for the superb gourmet food. Trish had also noticed that the merchandise in the gift shop, which was located in the Welcome Center, had been “cute.”

Trish let go of Vic and slid out of her parka and snow shoes. She neatly dropped them in the corner of the room and walked to study the rest of the suite.

“Ooo, we have a kitchenette,” Trish cooed.

“Well sweetie, that’s usually included in a suite.” Vic stripped out of his snow clothes, perhaps not as neatly, and entered the spacious bathroom. As the room was a suite, and the resort was partially a spa, the bathroom was of the highest quality. 

The tub was built into the ground, with cup holders and built-in soap dishes, along with turbo jets and bubblemix. The marble shower directly adjacent to the tub/Jacuzzi was also very large, with a marble seat built into the wall. 

There were two sinks, one at each end of the room, also made of marble. Vic put his toiletries up in the medicine cabinet, right as he heard the wind begin to howl.

“Wow, Vic, do you hear that?” Trish called, coming back from the kitchen.

“Yea, sounds nasty out there.” Vic closed and bolted the door, and looked out the window. Through the thick, white haze, he could make out skiers returning from their afternoon activities in a rush. “Glad we weren’t out there.” Trish silently agreed. 

“Well, I’m famished. Want something to eat?” Trish asked Vic. 

“Sure babe, maybe a beer and one of them lean cuisines you brought.” Vic walked and sat at the small kitchen table as Trish distributed his beer and the heated lean cuisine to him. She feasted on a diet coke. Vic lit the two iron candlesticks in the center of the small table.

“Sure you don’t want some of this, baby? Oh yea, you’re on that miracle diet,” Vic smiled. He studied his girl for a moment. She was beautiful, and there was definitely no need for her to be dieting. She had long, black hair that fell well past her shoulders, full lips, and a rather perky bosom. She was well tanned, and had eyes darker than coal. She had strong Hispanic heritage, contributing to her dark complexion. Vic was extremely well-pleased as far as physical appearance goes. 

He was the opposite of his lover: Vic’s eyes were a deep green, his hair a sandy blonde, along with the goatee that adorned his attractive face. He had always been told his body was superb, as he spent much time working out at a local gym. He was tall and long, as was Trish. He loved her legs. Long and bronze, they were absolutely perfect.

He reached his hand across the table and caressed her cheek. “What was that for?” Trish asked as she took his hand and kissed it.

“I just want these two weeks to be awesome, y’know? I want all the days I’m taking off to be worth it.”

“Oh, it will.” She interlaced her fingers with his, and sipped her diet coke, rather politely, as he scarfed down his lean cuisine. She picked his food up and took it to the trash can and cleaned up. She walked back as he pulled her into his lap. 

Vic’s mouth found hers as they kissed passionately. His tongue explored her mouth, as his hand rubbed her back and played with the back pocket on her jeans. 

Her hand went to his cheek as the kissing became wilder. Trish was fully aroused, and preparing to take off her sweater when the phone rang. Although the interruption clearly pissed Vic off, Trish used the moment to come up with an idea. 

Vic ran to retrieve the phone as Trish found the bathroom. “H-hello?” Vic asked hurriedly as he saw his girlfriend enter the bathroom. She turned all the lights off as she closed the bathroom door.

“Yes, Mr. Parsons, this is Judith, down at the front desk. We’re calling all of our guests and making sure they are in their rooms. There is going to be a minor blizzard blowing through, however it should be gone by morning. There’s a book full of safety precautions placed in the cabinet under the nightsta-.”

“Yes ma’am, I found it, and thank you,” Vic said quickly, yet still remember his etiquette.

“All right, if you need anything, the front desk number is on the list to the right of the phone.”

Vic hung the phone up as he saw the steam seeping through the slit in the bathroom door. He entered the room and saw that the steam was rising from the hot bath and the cold air of the mountain rockies mixing together. Trish sat naked, her hand immersed in the water, testing the temperature. Her long hair was pulled up into a crude bun, with some loose locks falling down her back. She turned to meet him and stood.

He was instantly hard as she fell into his arms. The two began removing his clothes, and within seconds Vic was naked too. They kissed, as his stiff sex playfully prodded hers.

She led him by the hand into the small Jacuzzi, and pressed the button turning on the bubbles. Vic laid her back against the end of the tub, and took his place on top of her. She closed her eyes as he kissed her forehead, then her eyes, then the tip of her nose. She wrapped her arms around him as he took her mouth in his. She murmured his name as their bodies molded together amidst the flowing bubbles that formed around their caressing bodies. As they kissed her hands found every erogenous place he didn’t know he had.

He tore his mouth away, panting. Trish urged to take him inside her now. She had never seen another man more beautiful, nor had she ever wanted one more than she wanted Vic. She slid her index finger underneath his thick silver chain, and pulled his face back down to hers. Trish’s lips caressed his as his hands found her large, supple breasts.

Vic pulled her upper body out of the water and leaned her up against the back of the tub. He found the soap and gently rinsed her body. He started at her neck and continued down to her shoulders, then the tops of her breasts and then the cleavage in between. She moaned as his index finger and thumb gently played with her left nipple. She grasped the wall of the tub for support as the soap went further down her body.

Vic supported her lower body on his knee as the water washed away as her legs surfaced. He nearly lost his load as he saw her beautiful pussy, already wet and nearly screaming for him to take it. He washed her lower abdomens and her pubic area. 

Trish reached up and ran her wet fingers through his lightly golden hair. He set her back down into the water and washed the soap off with a rag. Fully cleaned, she took her hair down and immersed herself in the water. She came up, and smiled at the silly grin on Vic’s face.

“You look beautiful, especially wet.” She giggled like a little girl and let him take her into his arms. She looked up into his deep jade eyes as she played with his blonde goatee. They kissed again, and then he pulled her left leg up, pinioning her canal opening.

“Oh, Vic, make love to me right now…” She moaned in ecstatic pleasure when she felt his sex enter her fountain. As he gyrated, his face went to her breasts again, as he took a pouted nipple in his mouth. She nearly screamed at the sensation of having him inside her and him making love to her breasts at the same time. She urged him on faster as she used her vaginal muscles to massage his meat. He moaned in unison with her as he quickened the pace.

Her hand went under the water to his cock, and she could feel it entering and withdrawing. She could feel the blood pumping inside his stiff shaft and found his scrotum and testicles. She began to massage his sack as he entered her. He lifted his head from her breasts and nearly screamed out her name.

“Oh, Trish… Yes, do that to me, just like that,” Vic pleaded as his hands explored every orifice of her soft skin. He rubbed her nipples and smirked as he saw them pout and she bite her lip to keep from screaming. He could feel Trish’s hand on his scrotum as she massaged his tender sack, and he had to also bite his lip as he moaned her name. “Trish, oh yea , Trish…” 

Vic entered her quicker now, faster, stronger. As he pumped, his breathing quickened and perspiration began to form on his forehead. He could see the steam rising from the bubbles, sloshing around Trish and his bodies as their lovemaking quickened and became more powerful.

He pressed his lips to hers’, his mouth opening as her hand roughly ran through Vic’s hair. Their tongue’s met, twisted, squirmed in the flurry of passion. Vic felt him approach his brink, as he quickened the thrusting.

“Oh yea, Trish, Trish baby, I’m cuming… Oh yea…” Vic buried his face in the soft skin between his girl’s neck and shoulder. 

Trish felt the warm liquid explode inside her, and her body arched against his, her vaginal muscles massaging the long, thick shaft docked in her canal. The semen raced through her loins and she screamed in a surge of ecstasy as Vic lowered his face to her breast again.

She wiped sweat from her brow as his head came back up and he smiled. Vic drained the tub and got out first, then helped Trish to her feet, and then onto the cool marble floor.

He led Trish into the darkened bedroom once again as the faint sound of snow flurries falling interrupted them. Vic, naked, walked to the window and opened the drapes, revealing the soft white color of snowflakes falling, and piling up right outside their cabin/suite. 

“Well, it looks like we’re stuck,” Vic said. Trish smiled and wrinkled her nose as he pulled her to him. She stood there and wrapped her arms around his neck as his lips brushed hers. They kissed, slowly and passionately, as the moonlight entered the room, through the falling snow, and reflected upon their bodies as if they were soft marble statues in a dark, sparsely-lit shrine. 

He pulled away again, and held her. Trish wrapped her arms tighter around his bare shoulders as he began to sway. She stood there, being held, as the two danced to the sound of the snow falling outside.

“I love you, Vic.”

“I love you, Trish.”

They kissed again.