A Ski Bunny is Born

On the first morning I loaded my car with ski equipment, not bothering with a change of clothes, but remembering to pack my toothbrush and shaving kit, 'just in case'. I figured that the clothes I was travelling in (jeans and a white cotton shirt) would be fine for a couple of days but the toothbrush and shaving kit would be essential if I trapped a ski bunny and stayed over the night.

Upon arriving at the main ski lodge I changed out of my travelling clothes and into my skiwear, and set out for a full day skiing. The skiing was superb, but not nearly as wonderful as the abundant amount of 'ski bunnies' on the hill. "Got to get me one of those" was my main thought of the day. In the early morning I had thrown myself recklessly down all of the difficult slopes and was feeling a little weary so spent an hour or so navigating my way down one of the easier runs looking for ski bunnies.

There was so many to chose from, but then I came across one in trouble. This poor girl was evidently a novice skier as she was having a really difficult time just standing on her skis. As I got closer I could tell she had a luscious body. The sight of her slim body and lumps wiggling around inside the golden ski suit was purely sensual. Not wishing to look a gift horse in the mouth I made my play.

"Hi, can I help?" I asked. "Oh yes please" came the reply, "I am just learning and cannot get the hang of this at all". "No problem" I said, " My names Nick, what's yours?' "Hi Nick, I'm Kimberly " she replied "but I like to be called Kim", "OK Kim, lets see what we can do to help you ski down this hill" I said. "Oh thank you" she gushed, "I thought I would never be able to get down, I've been stuck for ages"

I spent the next two hours coaching Kim in the basic skills of skiing. This involved as much 'close' work as I could get away with. Up close she looked and smelt sensational. She was my age, with long dark auburn hair and the deepest darkest soulful eyes you could imagine.