The mountain hut stood among a small collection of buildings in what used to be a farming village in the higher pastures. Now it served as lodging for price-conscious folk looking to enjoy some time away from the city. Through the window, the sun from the clear sky and the sunlight reflected off the snow was blinding and made the old wooden room feel dim and small in comparison. The room, really a “Schlaflager,” common in Swiss mountain huts, had two rows of bunks that resembled long shelves. Assuming you’re not too concerned about personal space, the room could comfortably sleep 12. From the window, after your eyes adjusted to the blinding glare of the snow, there was a cool breeze and a beautiful vista looking out on a bright, white blanketed, glacial valley.
Still tired from yesterday’s sledding and cross-country skiing, we were packing up our things. Our pace was lazy. We had already enjoyed breakfast and were now getting ready to take the bus on our first leg of transit back to civilization. It had been a very pleasant weekend.
“The shower’s free!” called Paul, Kate’s boyfriend.
“Oh good!” she replied and grabbed her things for the shower.
The room could sleep 12, and downstairs there was room for another 20, but there were only two showers in the whole hut.
“Who else needs to use the shower, by the way?” asked Dominik.
“I think Sarah, Simone, Kostas… not sure if Sarina went yet… and then Amelia and me,” I responded.
“That might take a minute!”
There was no rush though. The bus wouldn’t come for a while and there wasn’t much to do until then, except maybe enjoy some more crisp, winter air.
“Alright, who’s next?” asked Kate, coming back from the washroom.
I shrugged and said, “Amelia and I can go together. It’ll save us a bit of time.”
She gave me a look that said “are you kidding” but was biting her lip in a way that contradicted that look.
I returned her gaze with a bit of confusion. Honest to God, my mind wasn’t as far along as hers. The engineer I am, I was just optimizing.
“Sounds good to me!” Amelia said and we grabbed our things for the shower.
Amelia and I had been dating for a few years at this point, but we still enjoyed taking each other’s clothes off, even if it’s just for a shower. As I slipped her shirt off to reveal two small but perfectly shaped breasts, I gave her a kiss, a quick peck on the lips. More of a private PDA if anything. After she removed my shirt she gave me a kiss back. A bit longer; a less appropriate kiss, if it were PDA. I shimmied her pants and panties down and gave her a kiss near her sex and came back up, biting my lip slightly.
“You know we can’t do this here, right? They’ll hear us!” Amelia said.
“I know, I know. Sorry.”
She pulled down my pants and was greeted by what was now an excited cock. She, too, bit her lip as she grasped my cock. She let go and stood back up.
“Agh! We can’t do this right now!” she said.
“I know, I know. Let’s just get in the shower and we can take care of this when we get home.”
“Sounds good. Agh! You’re right, you’re right, but ugh!”
We stepped under the water and found our usual compromise: a bit too cold for me and a bit too warm for her. First Amelia wet her hair. She stepped back from the water to shampoo and I got under to wet my hair. My still very much erect cock brushed on her leg as we switched spots. When we switched back, my cock brushed against her again and she reached out and gave my cock a light squeeze while muttering, “We can’t do this here.”
With her hair washed, I got some soap and lathered up my hands. From behind, I soaped up her back, cleaned under her armpits, ran my hands down her arms, and back up her legs before reaching my hands around to clean her stomach. After soaping up her stomach, I brought my hands up to run over her, what were now not only perfectly formed and soft, but also slippery breasts. I felt her nipples between my fingers. Felt them slide under that small bridge of skin between the fingers, and then felt the firm little bumps roll under my palms. Amelia gave of a soft moan.
I pulled back my hands. “Agh, sorry. We can’t do this here,” I said.
“Right, right.” She took a deep breath. “Ok, your turn.”
Amelia faced me before squatting to start on my legs. She worked her way up until she was just shy of my hips when she came up and started soaping up my shoulders and stomach. As she reached around to get my back, a warm, wet slippery hug, really, my cock nestled between her pussy lips. We both let out a quiet moan.
She stepped back holding my cock in her hand and looked me in the eye. “We can’t do this here…” she said.
“I know…” I reached down and laid my finger between her folds. “But… Ugh!”
“Maybe we just… No. We can’t do this here.”
“I know…” We kissed. A nice long kiss, certainly no longer anything that would be PDA acceptable. As we came out of the kiss, she turned around. I placed my hands on her hips and bit her shoulder softly. Amelia moaned again an leaned against the wall.
“We can’t do this here,” she said softly.
“I know… it’s just so nice,” I said, my stomach and chest on her back with my cock between her legs.
I reached down and felt the head of my cock over her vulva. I started moving my hips, rubbing my cock between her clit and my palm as she pushed her hips back to meet mine.
“Fuck it,” she said. “I need you in me.”
I shifted the pressure of my hand slightly and on the next upstroke of my hips, my cock, instead of gliding along her clit, slipped into her lovely, tight pussy. “Fuck yes,” we both said, as softly as we could muster. I continued to move my hips softly while stroking her clit.
“Don’t worry about me,” she moaned.
Now I hope you don’t find me selfish. Amelia and I had been dating for a while and we both knew that her orgasms, although glorious and multiple, take their sweet time to build. So when she says “don’t worry about me” she’s really saying “1) we don’t have time to make me come, and 2) let me feel used and fuck me until you fill me up.”
I grabbed her sweet, petite hips and increased intensity. Something about holding a woman by her hips really gets me going. I pressed her to the wall and she pressed her ass back out to me as I fucked her hard but as quietly as I could manage. I have no idea if we managed. At some point in every good fuck, there’s a point where the outside world just, sorta, melts away. So as I slowly came back to reality, my cock still twitching cum into Amelia I can’t really say if we were quiet or not.
As the aftershocks subsided, I lessened my grip. Amelia turned her head around and gave me a deep kiss. She broke of the kiss to give my cock a squeeze and utter a single “ugh!” and dived back to our frenching.
Eventually, she stepped back under the water to clean up the cum dripping down her leg. We both looked at each other and started to giggle.
“That was certainly not faster,” she said.
“Nope. Still glad we did it though.”
“One hundred percent.”
