The best part of living so close to a mountain is hitting the slopes after a hard day of work for a couple of hours. The snow might not be the best due to a full day of sun and skiers flattening it into ice, but there was almost never a line for the lifts, and the discounted lift tickets meant you were getting what you paid for ten times over.
Caleb clocked out, closed his laptop, grabbed his skis, parked his car, and was walking to the ski lift by 4 pm. He had a good 5 hours before the lifts closed.
It was late in the season. That meant the sun stayed up longer and the temperature was in the forties. He took a deep breath and smiled. This was going to be a day to remember.
The resort was small, and a locals-only vibe permeated. Luckily, Caleb was as local as could be. He waved to the lift operators he had come to know and immediately took two ski lifts 3/4ths of the way up the mountain. When disembarking, most people chose the steep black diamonds to the left instead of the long flat blue that veered right, but what Caleb prided himself on was knowing this mountain like the back of his hand.
If you take the long winding "Montana Ridge," you could cut through some trees off the beaten path and come to a ski lift that not many people knew about. It was an old, small, slow-moving two seater. It wasn't the only lift that took you to the top of the mountain, but it WAS the only lift to get you on the side of the mountain with the deep powder through the heavy tree cover.
Even those who did know about it rarely went on it because it was known to break down due to old age, so Caleb was surprised when there was a group of people off to the side chatting. Eight girls, Caleb noted as he skied up to the front. George was working the lift that wasn't moving.
"Sup George." Caleb gave him a high five and fist bump. "How long we lookin at?"
"Hey man, not long, couple minutes." George assured him with beet red eyes. Everyone here was always stoned.
Moments after George trailed off, the motor began to roar and the lift started spinning.
"Sweet, enjoy." George continued and waved Caleb through. They exchanged another fist bump and Caleb began to slide forward.
He turned quickly as he heard a yelp and saw one of the girls barrel towards him. He barely had time to catch her and steady himself before the chair picked them up and took them up the mountain shoulder to shoulder.
"Oh my god I'm so sorry." The girl apologized profusely as she got situated. She followed her apology with a giggle.
"All good." Caleb responded. "First time skiing?" He continued, slightly concerned that they were on their way up to the hardest run.
"Oh god, I look like such a fucking noob." The girl laughed. "No no, I'm an avid skier, just a little tipsy." She continued to chuckle.
"Well in that case, cheers." Caleb unzipped his jacket and pulled a flask he kept in his inner pocket and took a swig. Nothing like a flask of whiskey on the ski lift.
The girl fidgeted a little bit in awkward silence before turning to Caleb and continuing the conversation.
"Can I actually, uh, have a sip of that." She stuttered.
"Yeah, absolutely!" Caleb handed her the flask.
Before taking it, she took off her helmet and flashed a coy smile at Caleb. She was gorgeous. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes and long eyelashes. Her small slightly upturned nose was above bold beautifully red lips. Caleb gauged her early 20s. 23? She took the flask and took a long swig. She smiled again and handed it back. She then took a deep breath.
"Thanks. I needed that before I did this." She closed her eyes, took another deep breath, and unzipped her jacket. Caleb couldn't believe his eyes.
The ski lift was tiny and she had to press against him multiple times as she pulled her arms out of her jacket. Underneath she was wearing a small, loose, white, almost see through tank top. Something that would only realistically be worn to sleep in. A bright red bra was easily visible underneath.
Before Caleb could even realize he was staring, she reached around to her back and started unclasping the bra under the tank top. Her tits weren't huge, but they were perky and big in proportion to her small toned athletic frame. Reaching her arms back pushed them out and presented Caleb with a perfect view.
The girl slid the bra off her shoulders and pulled it out the side of the tank top. Her nipples were rock hard in the cold mountain air, and one pushed through the fabric of the top. Her other breast (the one closest to Caleb) had popped out the side and was on full display. Caleb could see the goosebumps on her flesh and almost drooled at the sight. He felt is cock begin to swell with blood.
The girl quickly pulled her boob back in, but it didn't do much. Caleb could still see the darkness of her areolas, even if they were paler than his own skin. She cocked her arm back and tossed the bra into a tree next to some mardi gras beads that had been hanging there for years. She quickly pulled her jacket back on and closed it over itself without zipping up.
She giggled and smiled embarrassingly his way before quickly turning away.
"Sorry about that." She chuckled without looking back in his direction.
Caleb was speechless for a moment before words vomited out of his mouth.
"Jesus Christ, no need to apologize. I've only been on the mountain for 10 minutes and this is already the best day of the season. I guess I should ask your name." Caleb took another swig of the whiskey and offered it to her.
The girl took the drink and took another drink.
"Nope, not gonna give you my name. This is our last run, so I thought what the hell. I'm gonna get off this lift in a couple minutes and we'll part ways. Tomorrow it'll be the Friday and this place will be overrun. The possibility of seeing you again before we fly out on Sunday is almost non-existent."
"If that's your thought process, guess I won't ask for your number. But could I at least see your tits again. You're fucking gorgeous, so if I'm never gonna see you again it's worth an ask."
