I was living in Salt Lake City, Utah at the time. Its late spring and most of the skiers had left for the season. Only locals were enjoying the late spring ski season at this time of the year. Everything half price...great time to practice for next year. I had gotten a bonus at work for selling some stereos. My husband and I were separated for about a month and our mutual friend, Pat, decides to take me off for a 'girls' weekend away. Of course now when I think back, I footed the whole tab for both of us. Oh well, it was worth every penny.
Anyway back to the weekend. We had a late dinner down in the Mexican restaurant at one of the lodges...you know the kind....soft Mexican music, Margaritas $1, don't have to worry about driving, got a couple of rooms upstairs. Just a great way to really relax and enjoy yourself.
Anyway, there were these two guys that had been checking us out a good part of the night. One of them was Kyle...I remember his name because he is the only Kyle I was ever with. Very unique individual...I'm smiling just remembering...I wanted to capture that feeling again, hence one of the reasons I write about me or my life experiences. So when people ask if its my life that I write about the most truthful answer would be, Yes, I do write about part of my life. Good memories, great memories, and sometimes the emotional pain would lead me to those pleasurable times and experiences.
At the time when Kyle walked into my world, I was pretty sexually frustrated...I knew I had so much to give, to share, to touch. My soon-to-be ex was partying off with other women; it was painful and hurt a lot. So this lead to the start of many future one-night stand type weekends...I'm not ashamed of it, a lot of people have had them, just won't admit it to themselves or their partners. That weekend I learned a lot about myself.
In writing, I get to mentally experience again what happened with Kyle.....and others
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Needless to say, Pat and I were well on our way to getting pretty toasted ordering by the margaritas by the pitcher. When I get loaded like that, I start prowling. I get extremely horny and I start looking and hunting around. Hence, "my inner wild child" was born...she didn't have her own name back then...but she'd take over, helping me to let down my guard and inhibitions.
He was one of the late night skiers that joined bar crowd arriving off the slopes. His blue eyes were so striking, almost piercing. There was no hiding yourself from this one, like he could read your very soul. At 22 I was nice looking, good figure, long hair, breasts not getting droopy from age or pregnancy, shapely hips and a nice round ass. It seemed that whenever Pat and I would go out drinking together, and I started feeling good, the flirt inside would appear.
Pat just sat there laughing on how she created a monster...she helped to break me from my shell when my ex and I split.
It didn't take long before Kyle and his friend made their way over to us, fresh pitcher in hand. Well, at this point I'm ready for some fresh air, I had already charged the bill to my room, grabbed Kyle by the arm as I was introducing myself and headed us all out to the deck and the outside fireplace. Like I said, no inhibitions, yet totally out of character for my normal self.
It was getting a little chilly, but we all coupled up and snuggled up under those blankets left for guests of the hotel on the lounge chair out on the patio.
About half an hour went by and Pat started complaining she was just too cold and takes off for her room, calling back she'll meet me for breakfast. Oh I don't remember the friends name but he was hot on her trail. The security guards came by to check the fireplace, mentioning to Kyle and I that it would be another 2 hours before that fire would go out and if we left before then just call, pretty much had the place to us.
Well that's all I needed to hear. I was on Kyle like bees on honey. I grabbed a few extra blankets from one side and he from the other. We moved a few of the chairs around to make a semi circle closer to the fireplace. Draping some of the blankets around the chairs, it helped to hold the heat in our little hidden away.
I was all over him once we settled back down, trying to get that jacket off, while pulling at his zipper of his ski pants. I wanted him right then, but he just kept trying to slow me down. It took a lot effort and convincing on his part to get me to relax and slow down. Drinking tends to do that to me. He just kept whispering to me to slow down, relax, smell my surroundings, the wood burning, the crisp night air with the scent of pine, we had all night. He just kept whispering in my ear to enjoy the sensations my body was feeling. He wanted me to just let my body and mind to relax and enjoy. He wanted me to just let go and let my body awaken.
The moon was full, lighting up our hideaway; the air was cold but our little area was heating up. He kissed me for the longest time, slowly, softly, and sometimes deep and demanding. My body was tingling all over just from being kissed. His lips and teeth would nibble along my ear and along my neck, my body pressing itself against his in response to his kisses. My ex had never made me feel like that. Whispers would fill my ears as he told me to open myself, feel all of it. Let go and just feel.
I don't remember getting undressed, but I do remember the feel of the fur lining of his coat under me. What a sensation. He had my body on fire, as he began kissing my neck, finding that one certain spot that rocked my world. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. I think every woman sometime in her life has at least one experience like this, whether she wants to admit it to herself or not.
His mouth followed his hands to my breasts as he caressed each in turn. His mouth was so soft, his tongue wildly flicking my nipple as his fingers rolled the other between them. Twinges and tingles flying right to my pussy. I thought I was going to cum right then just from being kissed and caressed.
