They landed in Denver, it was overcast and gray. The rental agency had their four-wheel drive vehicle ready, when they arrived. It was a little more than an hour trip to Winterpark, their favorite ski location. They rented a place in the same part of town, like they did every year. After stopping at the managers office, they proceeded up to the condo. It was a small one bedroom place, but since they spent most of their time on the slopes, they didn't need anything bigger. As long as they could re-heat leftovers and fix a hot drink or two, they'd be fine. They unpacked and settled in for the night, a big day of skiing waited for them, tomorrow. They were both accomplished skiers, having both skied most of their lives, no rented equipment for them. Unpacking, she examined her ski outfit, one piece coverall, jacket, gloves, thermals, bikini ("only if it's warm enough", she thought) and boots. Meanwhile, he built a cozy fire to warm up the place. He put on a pot of coffee for the khalua, as the fire's warmth spread through the livingroom. She came into the room wearing only her thermals, they clung to every curve of her body. He always liked the look of her tight body in a sock, he poured the coffee and khalua for both of them. Sitting on the couch facing the fire, they discussed tomorrow runs and drank the hot brew. They decided to go to their favorite diamond run around noon, it would be warmest then... Starting on their third round, the room became very warm, he removed most of his clothes leaving only his thermals. They moved to the floor in front of the fireplace, kissing and snuggling on the heavy rug. They held back from all out passion, as they would need their strength tomorrow. "But he always sleeps better after he's been satified", she thought, stroking him through the warm thermals. He stared into the fire, knowing what was coming, waiting, wanting... She could feel him harden under the garment, a small spot appearing in the front. She didn't want his clothes to get soiled, so she pulled the bottom part of his thermals down to exposed him. He leaned back, spreading his legs out to give her access. She hummed softly, like a child looking at a lollipop. She stretched out on the rug, pulling herself up on her elbows, directly over his thickening sex. She knew how he liked it, over the years she'd lost count of the number of times, she always like the taste of him. Slowly she flicked her tongue, teasing him. He relaxed against the couch, watching her work. She nibbled down the hot shaft, sucking his skin into her mouth at the bottom, back up to the top. Taking it into her mouth, she looked up into his eyes for his reaction, he rolled back his eyes, as always, groaning in pleasure. Cupping him, between his thighs, she began a long slow stroke, tongue working back and forth, then around the top. back down, taking nearly the entire length into herself. He ran his fingers through her hair as she found her rhythm. She came up for air, licking her lips, staring him in the eye, her hand caressing the his sex, slick from her attention. He couldn't hold back any more, his legs went rigid, she knew his time had arrived. She quickly took him back between her lips, pumping furiously, anticipating every drop. He exploded, sending his load to the back of her throat. She greedily drank it down, squeezing him for it all. She sat up, licking her lips, making sure she didn't miss any. He was breathing hard, looking at her from his colapsed position. "Wait till I get you on the slopes tomorrow", he managed, between gasps. She giggled, "I'm going to bed now, I guess I'll need all the rest I can get." With that she got up, put away the cups and headed to bed. He sat awhile, recovering from another great encounter with the woman of his dreams, staring into the fire. He smiled, life was good, He would make her happy tomorrow. Her fantasy would once again be fulfilled... He woke to the smell of fresh coffee brewing. He smiled, she's really something, he thought. She entered, carrying a tray with muffins, (no not hers), brie cheese, cherry preserves, and of course, hot coffee. She wore a very small, and tight, maids outfit! She remembered!, he thought. In her worst french accent, she purred, "Here is your breakfast, sir, can I interest you in any other services before I clean up?" He could barely contain himself, her bare skin peeked out from beneath the ruffled bottom of the short maid mini! The sheet began to rise in front of him, she noticed, "Sir!, allow me to take care of that nasty problem for you." He leaned back, smiling, allowing her to tend to her duties. She paced her hands over the bulge in the sheets, pulling the cloth tight over his hardening sex. She began slowly stroking it through the thin film, took the whole thing in her mouth, bit gently, then out. She giggled, as she noticed the effect she was having on him. She began wiggling her exposed derriere in his face as she pulled the sheet loose from the foot of the bed to uncover him. He opened his eyes to behold her glisening lips in his face. He grabbed the edge of her uniform, and slowly pulled her opening to his face. As his tongue entered her, as she uncovered his manhood. She sucked air as she lowered her lips to him, they began breakfast... The muffins were cold by the time they got to them, but they didn't care. He spread the brie and cherries two, handing one to her. His twinkling eyes, wrinkled in the corners, said all the thanks she needed. After coffee, they got dress and pack their gear for the slopes. The four-wheel drive vehicle came in handy as a foot and a half of new snow had fallen during the night. Parking, they suited up, grabbed their skis and headed for the lifts. They skied for most of the morning in the advanced runs, warming up for the diamonds. After a light lunch, and plenty of hot coca, they headed for the western most diamond run, double diamond... It was early afternoon when they reached the top of the run, she quivered in her warm suit, he knew she would be itching to get going. He teased her by waiting, poised at the edge, grinning at her. She yelled, "I'm going, if your late, I'll start without you!", she kicked up and down she went... A second later, he leaped off the edge and went nearly vertical, snow whipped past his head as he cut, cut again. The thrashing began, turning fast and furious. He began running father to the right, near the edge, looking for her trail. There!, no, cut, cut, yes, I see it now, he thought. Near a boulder, the size of a house, and a huge sugar pine was a small opening. A single faint set of ski trails led through the opening, he followed. Around the boulder he went, he had to be careful, the snow was deep and powdery. After the boulder, the hill rose slightly, then turned again to the west, he followed. At last he entered a clearing, set back into the mountain, she was there. The opening sloped gently down, but was almost flat. It offered the most magnificient view of the Rocky Mountains in Winter Park, and only they knew about it... She was spreading a down sleeping bag on the slope, she looked up as he turned the corner. "So, you made it", she said, teasing him. She wore her ski suit, all her gear was leaning against the mountain's shear cliff overhang. She reclined on the bag and pulled the zipper on her suit fully half way down, exposing her bare skin to the sun, gleaming off the deep snow pack. He looked funny, trying the walk fast in his ski, with his suit sticking out in front. He put his gear away and joined her on the bag, she had her eyes closed, feeling the cold air caressing her cleavage. She pulled the zipper down to just under her crotch. Her nipples stood rocky hard, straight up, as she leaned back in the snow. He was staying in his suit, watching her enjoy the view, the snow, the cold, the fantasy... He pulled his glove off and gently stroked her now fridged body, cupping each breast, covering the cold nipples. With her head back, eyes closed, she started breathing deeply. He ran his hand down her tight belly, ran his finger around his navel. He plunged his hand into her crotch, probing her recesses with his finger. As he suspected, she was a swamp in her own juices, hotter than july in Death Valley. Sitting up, he pulled her zipper down to her knee, she laid limp, lost in her frosty world. He tasted her breasts, licking each one in turn, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling ever so gently. With half his body off in the snow, he moved between her thighs, a musky odor reached for his senses. He rolled each fold of her around his tongue and lips, chewing lightly here, there, biting the hidden point, sucking. She moaned, far away, deep... His ears stung from the cold, but it didn't affect her in the least. She bucked against his searching, probing mouth. She came to life, clutching his head, pulling him tighter into her seething valley. Holding her legs, he continued to caress her point, making it grow, swell inside his mouth. Her back arched as she bit her lip to stifle the scream rising in her throat. Reaching out, she sunk her hands into the snow, as her body jerked to the tune he played inside her. Wave after wave of fire washed over her body, melting the ice within her mind, cleansing her soul. She smiled as her heavy lidded eyes opened to see her man, that understanding face, loving eyes, and hot tongue! "God, I love him", she thought. She sat up, toying with his zipper, "How about we wrestle in the snow for bottom rights?" Smiling, he said, "Now, now, you're the one who likes the cold, not me." She smiled back, "Alright, but hurry up, I'm so horny, I could do my ski poles." He quickly removed his boots, suit, gloves, all, burying himself in the goose down bag. He pulled the bag over his feet and half way up his legs. She giggled, watching him shiver in the cold, she would warm him up soon enough... Removing the rest of her clothes, she straddled his exposed hips. She laid down on his chest, nuzzling his neck, feeling the cold air on her back. He gently kissed her temple, stroking her hair, holding her to him. She felt so warm, it didn't seem possible, considering where they were. But it was fact, he could feel her warmth radiating down his thigh, hot as lava flowing from within mother earth. Slowly she began sliding up and down his body, rubbing her hot love over him. She could feel him filling with hot blood, swelling in size, getting ready... She knew how to tease him, she slid only far enough to wet him and caress him. He loved every minute, finally, he could take no more, grabbing her hips he pulled her up and let go. She slid down, like a ship heading for dock, he plunged into her belly. They gasped together, feeling the fires start, deep inside. She turned her hips to get the most of him she could, feeling his every contour. She slowly slid up and down, planting her knees in the snow, holding on to his shoulders. He cupped her cheeks in his hands, pulling her up, letting her slide down, up, down... She pushed herself up to a sitting position with him completely within her. He reached up, placed his hands just under her breasts for support. She started bouncing, gently at first, then harder. Cold wind blew through her hair, whipping it around her face, she looked like a wild animal, in heat. With each landing she drove him deep inside, he could feel the weight of her on his hands. He reached up with a thumb to caress her nipples, they were so hard! She moved her hands to his chest, taking each of his nipples between her thumb and hand, squeezing as she rode her man. She loved to be on top, she could drive him so deep! His hands moved down to her hips as he began rising to meet her flesh as it asailed his body. He could feel them settle as their heat warmed the new powder under them. Her body warmed under his hand, he knew she would soon erupt. He slowed their pace, wanting to love her forever. He could feel his own surge coming, it would be worth waiting all year for! Her head snapped back as her throat gurgled incoherantly. The savage passion written on his woman's face was to much for him, his release came almost immediately, without warning, like a dam bursting. He screamed into the bag, his head grinding into the fabric, he nearly bucked her off. She hung on, feeling the super hot fluid enter her, Oh god, again, yes, AGAIN. She squeezed him again, a tidal wave of fire washed over her again, harder this time, fuller, hotter, better... In his excitement, his mind forgot to tell his sex to let go, he stayed hard, very hard. She slowly sank down to his chest, sliding as far down as she could, impaled as she was on him. She worked her hips, massaging him slowly, slipping into another world, the cold closing in on her, the light fading... He pulled the bag over their exhausted bodies, careful not to disturb her slumbering form. He slipped into darkness himself, feeling her muscles twitch inside her, giving him reason to maintain the hard link, tying their bodies together, forever. As he sank into the abyss, he noted that he really didn't mind the cold all that much...