It 's Christmastime break and decided to go to Park City for a ski trip.

It 's kind of an clouded day with the hazard of a storm coming in later in the day.

There are not many skiers here and that is making for some not bad runs.

No lines at all to the gondola, which is very rare.

As I step in, I notice somebody getting in right behind me. As the door closes I turn and say hi to you. I ca n't really see your face with the helmet and goggles on, we start chatting.

You polish off your helmet and goggles and I see your beautiful face framed with your foresighted dismal hair. Your voice is so sweet and I know this will be a pleasant trip to the top.

We feel the wind tone arm and the gondola slows down just a bit, suddenly it comes to a stop. Looking out it appears the whole mountain is without major power. At least we are in our own little ripple and not stuck in a chairlift.

Somehow our conversation has turned into a illusion about having sex in a gondola, while suspended gamy above the C. You have unzipped your jacket and I see your skin tight base layer with your laborious nipples pressing against the fabric. I feel my gumshoe start to harden.

Since it is Christmas clock time, you reach in your air hole, take out a candy cane

And slowly start licking it lengthwise, you the take the unhurt length deep into your mouth while looking in my eyes. you are sucking and licking the Candy Cane like I want you to cream my dick. You come nearer and give me a toilsome kiss, pushing your tongue deep in my mouth. I taste the Mentha piperita on your clapper. My dick is straining for release.

You reach down and unzip my pants. My hired hand go immediately inside your cap. I can feel your house boobs and backbreaking pap. I want them in my sassing so I push up your shirt, slide down a lilliputian taking one and then the other in my mouth.

You tell me you want my hard candy stick and who am I to argue with a half au naturel, beautiful woman.

You get down on your knee joint, unzip my drawers, then pull them down to my knees.

You give the tip of my operose pecker a piffling lick. Then lick up and down the length.

Slowly you take me cryptical in your mouth. Sucking up and down. You look up at me and your centre are sparkling.

As good as it feels I need to sense my rooster inside your puss and ass. I have you stand and I slide your pants down. I push your back against the side off the gondola. You take me and slither me into your wet, warmly pussy. oh my god, you are so tight.

One of my hands move to your amazing knocker, the other to your firm ass. My fingers move to your tight small ass and I slowly slip a finger in to your tight picayune hole.

Fuck me hard child, cum for daddy. Faster and degraded and as we move I feel your pussy tighten as you start to cum. You cum in a gush and I feel your wetness engulf my cock and start to slither down my bollock.

As soon as your waves of orgasm jump to slow, I pull my stopcock out of your cunt, turn you around and slowly enter my cock in to your tight little ass.

With one script I hold your hired hand above your fountainhead and press your titmouse against the glass. You let out a little whimper as the cold glass tactile sensation your arduous, sensitive mamilla. Your ass look so right as my pecker sloping trough in and out. I slide a fingerbreadth between the lips of your wet pussycat and gently rub you.

I take your candy cane and skid it deep into your cunt. Fucking you with it while I fuck your ass

I gentle osculate the binding of your neck and find you shiver. As exquisite as it feels and longing to make it last forever, there is a sense of urging as we do n't know when the gondola will set off moving again.

You tell me you are cumming again, but you want me to wait. Faster and faster my turncock is pounding your ass. Your breathing gets faster as you start to cum in waving. You are shaking and the gondola is swaying.

You give me a little push and immediately go to your knees and take me in your sassing, sucking me deep. What a turn on, richly above the ski slope, a beautiful stranger sucking my turncock that had just been fucking your ass.

I feel the gondola starting line to actuate just as I start cumming. now am pressing to cum. the gondola is picking up amphetamine as I fuck your mouth and throat faster and pulling your hair. Suddenly I 'm filling your mouth and throat with my hot mucilaginous cum.

We glance out the window and see we are getting cheeseparing to unload. We hurry and adjust our wear. Put our helmets back on.

All too soon we are unloading. As we are getting our skis, the multitude that had been in the car in battlefront of us, founder us a thumbs up with knowing smiles.

As we start down from the unloading platform saying our goodbyes, I notice a small bead of my cum on the recess of your back talk. I reach over, wipe it with my fingerbreadth and you take it in your mouth, sucking it clean.I

You then put the confect cane in my mouth that had been in your snatch. What a large relishing treat.

We exchange compliments for an awful day. You tell me you are off to find your husband, as he must be worried about the gondola being stopped.

We each head off separate mode, knowing we will never see each early again.

Skiing that day was never adept. I will always commend our gondola car ride and, appropriately come car 69 .