Dick Fitswell goes skiing at Sun Valley, Idaho
by Jack Corbett

"Shot down. I can't believe it. But it helps to know how to ski. I fell down seventeen times on the first run down Baldy yesterday. No one was impressed. But I got a plan. Yesterday people were laughing at me. Today I will have the best looking babe I can find feeling sorry for me. Don't believe me? Just watch. And that, my friends, is going to get me laid."

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Dressed to the gills in fluorescent red ski bibs Dick Fitswell edged into the line at the chair lift. A tall shapely blonde wearing one of the tightest ski bibs ever seen on Baldy was in line, hatless, her long hair hanging down her neck. Fitswell shuffled next to her and called out: "Single". The blonde moved to the side letting Dick pull up next to her. It is customary to yell out single if you are in the chair lift line and don't have someone to ride up the mountain with you. With rare exception the other "single skier" moves aside to let the newcomer pole up. In twos and threes skiers pole up to the pickup spot where the first pair or threesome in line quickly sits in the double or triple chairs which scoops them onto cable borne ascents to the summit. Today was unusual since Sun Valley was having professional races in which the top skiers in the U.S. were competing.

One doesn’t have to wait long in chair lift lines at Sun Valley which is one of many reasons why the resort commands some of the steepest lift ticket prices in the United States. Dick trudged along the snow slowly, his face showing pain as he shuffled along. They were soon standing in their skis where the chairs come closest to ground level, positioning themselves so the next chair would gently hit them in their butts and whisk them into the air. Moments later the two were aloft, on their way to the top, the snow twenty-five feet below them.

"Where are you from?" Dick asked the pretty woman beside him.

"Montana. I come here a couple times a year."

"I'm from Wyoming," Fitswell lied. "Lived in Jackson Hole Wyoming all my life," he lied a second time. "I like it since it has some of the toughest skiing in the country," he lied a third time.

"You must be a great skier then, " the woman replied.

"I'm one of the racers competing for the Sun Valley cup," Fitswell lied a fourth time. "But I just got hurt. I hope I didn't break my leg."

"How did that happen?"

"Ran into a tree. I had the best time by far but I just lost it. I should get off this mountain and see a doctor."

"They will just put you in a chair at the top and have it take you down the mountain," the woman said. "But what are you going to do when you get off this mountain?"

"Getting down is not the problem. It's getting to the doctor afterwards. I don't have anyone to get me to the hospital."

"I'll help get you off the mountain and to the hospital," she replied.

Everything about Sun Valley’s first class. The attendants were very helpful, putting Dick and his new escort on a chair heading down the mountain. They found a bus waiting for them at the bottom. The woman helped Dick put his skis in the rack on the side of the bus and the two boarded, as Dick made conspicuously limped painfully to his seat. They got off close to the woman's condo where she helped him limp the rest of the way to her front wheel drive Saab. At the hospital the blonde helped Dick walk to the emergency room.

"This is going to take awhile, Dick told the woman, as he handed a fake insurance card to the receptionist. "Why don't we meet for dinner tonight?"

"Where?" the woman asked.

"How about the Christiana Restaurant? It's where Ernest Hemingway had his last meal before he shot himself. We can meet at seven?"

"I'll be there," said the woman. But I can wait for you and give you a ride back."

"I might be awhile. You know how these things go. I'll just cab it back. My condo’s next to the Christiana."

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"Here comes the tricky part. She' s gone and here I am in a little room waiting for the doctor to see me. Gotta find one of those walkers--one of those removable casts-- before the doctor comes in and spoils everything. I think I'll just look around this place. "

If there's one thing Dick Fitswell is good at, it’s walking around looking important. He soon found a nurse and asked her--"Where do you keep those removable casts? I'm here representing the company that makes them and I want to make sure that your casts are not defective."

"I’ll find one," the nurse replied.

Minutes later Dick was wearing a blue portable walker as he limped out of the hospital and took a cab to his condo.

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"That was a great meal, Dick. The lamb was perfect. Too bad you broke your leg and have to strap on that blue walker. I know how much it means not being able to rejoin the competition. But there's always next year."

"Winning the Sun Valley cup has always been my dream and I had it in the bag. I was really burning up the slopes. My turns were flawless. I skied so close to the flags that I could feel them massage my chest through my bibs. And then I hit that icy spot and spun out into the trees. Let's have another margarita."

Two margaritas later the woman was visibly intoxicated. Dick Fitswell paid the bill and ambled out of the restaurant onto the snow covered sidewalk, the blond taking his arm all the way.

"I can take her to my condo and fuck her there," Fitswell said to himself, "but that's too easy. I have looked long and hard for the perfect fit and that's not going to get it. She's got a great bod but I've had plenty of those."

The condos were close together surrounded by evergreens. As they came up to his building Dick took the blonde by the arm and said...."Let's go over into those trees. I want to show you something", chuckling to himself...."Yeah baby I'm showing you something. My 18 inch schlong."

Back in the trees next to his building, he said to her: "You’ve been so helpful. I rarely find a woman like you and you are beautiful. I want to savor this moment and never forget it. The air is cold but this setting is so perfect, like a fairy tale land. I want you to stay here with me for a few minutes before we go inside." Her face looked up into his eyes as he pulled her close to him as and started to kiss her gently on the lips.

"Need to get her lying down in the snow," he told himself. "I've been reading in Studman magazine about how a woman’s genitals contract if you can just get her cold enough which makes her fit tighter. It just might work."

He kissed her feverishly, then pulled back and looked her thoughtfully in the face which was pretty damn tough because aside from fucking her all he wanted to do was to laugh. "I am going to ask you something I've never asked a woman before. I've always wondered if I could make it in the snow with a woman but I've never been with the right woman before. It has to be cold lying in the snow. Has to detract from a guy's sexual pleasure. Has to make a man's penis shrink (Yeah, I hope it makes your pussy shrink, he told himself). Only a very special woman can keep a man completely tuned in--completely immersed in her both physically and mentally. I think you are that woman. I want you."

"Do you really think we should try that? Sounds sort of painful to me."

"I think we owe it to ourselves to try it. If we don’t we will always wonder and secretly hate ourselves for not doing it."

"You have a broken leg. I'd better be on top then."

"Not on your life," Dick thought. "You are going to freeze your ass off, not me. I need to get myself out of this one."

"Not a good idea," Dick replied. If you are on top you might make a sudden move that could hurt my leg but if you are on your back in the snow and I’m on top I will be the one controlling the action. This way I won’t hurt my leg again."

"That makes sense," the woman replied. "I’m going to freeze my ass off but here goes. " Taking her ski jacket off she put it down on the snow for a blanket, then pulled off her jeans. She took her panties off as Fitswell took off his jacket and unstrapped his walker. She helped him out of his jeans being careful not to hurt his injured leg and pulled off his jockey shorts. Kneeling at his feet she pressed her knees firmly against the jacket as she brought her lips up to his shaft.

His penis telescoped to its full fifteen inches as she took it in her mouth. But Fitswell didn't come way out here to Idaho’s cold snowdrifts just to get blown. He was here for the tightest fit his penis had ever felt. "Time to get on with business".

As soon as he became fully erect, Fitswell roughly pushed her down onto the ski jacket. The ski jacket wasn't large enough to shield her whole body from the cold snow below her. Her upper back hit the cold snow. Worse, the ski jacket was on two feet of snow. The force of her body weight drove part of the jacket into the cold white powder which left snow underneath her back and half of her ass .

As he plunged deep inside her, he thought of how nice it would have been to have a large blanket. Nice for her that is. But that wasn't the point. He wanted her to freeze her ass off. As he plunged inside her he thought of her as his blanket__a human blanket. "Which is all any of them are good for anyway," he told himself. "Human blankets to be used and discarded".

At first she was visibly aroused, having never felt this kind of sexual excitement before. For Dick there was no way out. His arms sunk deep into the snow as he plunged his cock deep inside her. It was like doing pushups in the snow but at least he had a warm body beneath his torso. His penis felt warm from her hot wetness. But that only lasted so long. Had he come right away it would have been alright for both of them. But as she got colder the excitement started to ebb for both of them. Dick's arms started to feel the icy jabbing of little needles drawing his attention away from the warm sucking wetness around his penis, which was making it hard for him to come.

She started to shiver from the snow cradling her back, ass, neck and the back of her head, as Fitswell continued to pummel her body deep into the cold white powder. Her genitals started to convulse as they tightened, loosened, then squeezed around Dick's 15 inch member. The colder she got the more they convulsed and the tighter she got around his shaft. He felt a vice grip clamping down on his penis.

His arms continued to get colder from being buried deep in the snow keeping him from focusing upon the tightness enveloping his cock. Had he been in bed with the thermostat set at a reasonable level he would have reveled in prolonging the sexual act. Now all he could think about was getting it over with.

Suddenly the lights in the nearby condo came on just when he started coming in little spurts. As the sirens got louder, he suddenly realized--"They are coming after me."

Squad cars started pulling up into the parking lot a hundred feet away. Dick Fitswell jumped up and hurriedly started putting his pants back on as the blonde struggled to get out of the snow. Neither of them could move fast enough. Dick was pulling one leg of his jeans up his right leg as the first police officer caught up to them. The blonde was trying to find her clothes off in the snow a few feet away.

"You are both under arrest," the officer snarled.

Other officers came up, each one trying to be the first at the pair with his handcuffs. Five minutes later, they were thrusting Fitswell and the blonde into the back seat of a squad car as more lights were turned on in the condos surrounding them. Fitswell felt the cuffs tear into his wrists. The officer who had cuffed him as two other officers spun him around had not been very gentle.

The blonde sat next to him in the back of the squad car staring into space all the way to the police station. "What are we being charged with?" Fitswell asked the officer.

"Indecent exposure, for one thing," the officer replied. "And I'm sure you will be charged with a couple other things. There are going to be some very pissed off people such as the DA who is going to want to throw the book at you, not to mention the judge. There were little kids watching you and your perverted girlfriend. The parents aren't too happy about it."

Fitswell continued to feel the bite of the cuffs into his wrists. Then he said under his breath--"Fuck this shit. I'm never going skiing again.