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He watched her enter the lobby of the ski lodge, tall and lean, with a cascade of chestnut hair that randomly but perfectly spilled over her shoulders. He peeked over the book he pretended to read as more eyes followed her across the room. He saw some guy put a drink in her hand to win the first chance to talk to her. He witnessed her gentle laugh as she dismissed the over-eager suitor. He observed the graceful ballet of her poses, gestures, and movements as she mingled.He hated ice and snow. The thin, cold, dry mountain air made his lips crack and skin itch. Sitting by the roaring fire, he sipped his cocoa laced with peppermint schnapps—juvenile perhaps, nonetheless warming. Surveying the ripe athletic bodies in form-fitting sweaters and ski pants stirred a different warmth in him. The late Friday arrivals were there to see and be seen as possibilities for weekend activities, on and off the slopes.As much as he wanted to enjoy the carnal choreography, he had work to do. Returning to his room, he picked the lock on the connecting door to the adjoining room. If you knew the hotel layout, you could check-in after a suitable candidate and tip/bribe the clerk to give you the room next door. Just wink and say you want to have a better chance of running into her in the hallway.He quickly installed the cameras and microphones where few people would notice even if they looked right at them. Before retreating to his room, he looked around to be sure he hadn’t left anything. Seeing the name on her luggage tag, he chuckled, “a snow-bunny named Summer!”Friday night was hard to predict. Ski-women don’t usually jump into bed with someone before they’ve seen them on the slopes. He expected her to be late and was unsurprised and only mildly disappointed when she came in alone.She pulled the sweater off over her head, yet a small shake jostled the waves of her hair back to artistic presentation. Her modest, firm breasts needed no bra but dangled sweetly as she bent to strip off pants and panties. With easy balance, she used only her toes to scrape off one knee sock then the other.He switched to the bathroom camera as she filled the spa tub—generous for one, adequate for two. Testing the massage jets, she relaxed in the hot water, locating the one seemingly positioned for her pleasure. Her fingers disappeared under the churning water in front of her as she backed her ass toward the nozzle. He could hear her sigh over the hum of the pumps.Turning to face the forceful stream, she aimed it where it would do the most good. Her right arm on the edge of the tub kept her in position while her left hand massaged her breasts, flicking her swollen nipples. She seemed about to climax but she rolled away, leaning back to immerse herself completely, her magical hair floating around Bostancı Escort her peaceful face.  When it seemed like a long time, he watched the timecode on the screen count up another twenty seconds before she sat up, gulping air as she emerged from the tub.Drying herself, she got into bed, stretching her long legs and arms. Her fingers traced the smooth skin of her hairless vulva. David wondered if she had declined the wet orgasm in favor of a dry one. The overhead camera captured every detail, and the ultra-high resolution would allow him to zoom in and frame the action close-up.Her long fingers moved between her pussy and her mouth, tasting and lubricating in turn. Her glowing face showed no tension as she sweetly shivered—not from the cold. When she drew her knees up to her chest, David switched to the view from the foot of the bed and pulled his stiff rod from his pants.Licking his chapped lips, he stroked himself. His eyes focused on the rose of her anus as her hand, trapped between her thighs, strummed her labia. He wanted to climax with her. Her moans and gasps through the headphones told him she was getting close and he dared not to look away to find lube or tissues.Suddenly, she spread and lowered her legs, withdrawing her hand, freezing him in midstroke. Her body twitched with the forestalled culmination. After a minute of stillness, she reached to pull the bedclothes over her and turned out the light. David released his protesting cock, deciding to follow her lead and let his excitement fade away.Summer woke early, eager to head for the slopes. David checked the audio and video he had captured so far then went to breakfast.The hardcore skiers were gone, but there were other snow bunnies worth watching. Some bore the signs of a first-night hookup, and he easily visualized what had happened. He sometimes considered expanding his operation, putting cameras in more rooms, but he thrived on the individual contact. He only recorded what he personally witnessed, albeit from more angles and with more precision than eyes and ears could do.The icy air intruded for a second from an open door and drove him back to his room, where he applied lip balm and lotion to fight the discomfort. Even his penis felt raw and itchy, probably because of the unrequited friction of the night before. He applied a palmful of the cream and his dick swelled, tempting him to keep going, but he chose to save it for later.When the seasons made the young, fit, and sexually adventurous leave the warm, humid, sea-level beaches he preferred, he had no choice but to follow them to places such as this. He could only hope that the rewards would compensate for how miserable and out-of-place he felt there.Wanting to be ready whenever she returned, Bostancı Escort Bayan he napped through the afternoon and ate early. It had been dark outside for a while, so she must have had dinner before returning to her room. His heart accelerated when he saw she was not alone. Carrying an open bottle of wine and glasses, they sat on the couch, sipping and recounting the day’s skiing. This was the part David wished he could fast-forward over.“Okay, Adam,” she finally announced, “it’s time for you to pay up.”“What do you mean?” he pretended not to remember.“The bet on the last run,” she insisted. “You said, and I quote, ‘No girl could go down The Damsel’s Crotch faster than me.’ We agreed the winner would get a leg massage from the loser.”He never expected to lose the bet, and she wasn’t going to let him renege.“You can either get to work or get going,” she laughed as she lowered her pants and stepped out of them. Wearing her sweater top, panties, and knee socks, she hopped onto the bed.Adam ogled her exposed skin, standing and unbuckling his belt.“Hold it right there!” Summer interrupted. Pointing with a stockinged foot, she emphasized, “You keep your clothes on.”Hoping to improve his situation, he climbed on the bed and rubbed her foot. After a few seconds, he moved up her leg but she shoved him away with her other foot.“If you aren’t going to do it right, just forget it,” she admonished. “I can find a guy in the bar to properly tend to my feet and legs if you aren’t up to it.”“I’m sorry,” he said sheepishly, “I thought it was just a joke, but I’ll get serious. Let me know if there’s anything specific you would like.”She used her right foot to strip off her left sock, then presented her toes an inch from his mouth. He took the hint and began licking and sucking them as his fingers kneaded the sole of her foot. She sighed as he drew each toe between his lips, stretching the muscles that were sore from the day’s exertions. He continued until he felt a sock-covered foot on his cheek before releasing one foot and undressing the other. He repeated the treatment until she raised her leg, inviting him to work on her calves.David wasn’t sure where this was going, but as Adam stretched out her thigh muscles, a damp spot became visible on her panties. He must have noticed, too, since he used his lips to supplement his fingers massaging her inner thighs.“That’s enough,” she cooed, lifting his head. “Your debt has been paid.” Two swelling cocks were begging for that not to be the end of the evening.She grinned devilishly at Adam’s uncertain expression. “Oh,” she teased, her eyes darting to the bulge stressing his pants, “were you hoping for a run down this damsel’s crotch?”“Yes, please,” he said, hoping that he had redeemed Escort Bostancı himself.“Well this run is not about speed,” she laughed. “You can take your pants off.” As he did, she slipped off her soaked panties.Next door, David did the same. Checking that the passageway and bathroom lights were off, and being sure his room was dark, he dared to open the connecting door a crack.This was what it was all about to him. Nothing but air separated the watcher from the watched. The sound was muffled, the light was dim, and the view was limited, but it was real. He was there. The recordings would amplify and fill in details to let him relive the experience, but this was happening now, live.Her gasps and thrashing proved Adam’s skill as he slurped her juices. David’s hand found the lube where he had placed it and worked his rigid cock. He was so turned on he had to let go to delay his explosion. He liked to peak at the same time as someone he was watching, and he doubted he could wait for whoever was second.From the dark, he judged her close and pumped faster. When she suddenly closed her thighs on Adam’s head, David tightened his grip, assuming she was cumming. But she used her calves to pin her partner’s head and shoulders between her legs, twisting as she urged him onto his back and straddled his face. The watcher whimpered quietly as he stifled his ejaculation.Whether making a point for feminism, exacting further payoff of the bet, or just being in the throes of lust she had restrained for twenty-four hours, Summer rode his mouth feverishly. Adam’s dick, no longer pinned against the bed, occupied his hand.“Lick me! Suck me!” she cried. “Eat this damsel’s crotch!” Her breath was ragged as she leaned against the headboard.David had resumed stroking when he saw Adam start and felt the interrupted surge of pleasure come rushing back. As he erupted, Summer quaked, singing her rapture. Somehow, the timing ended up perfect.Rather than pursuing his own climax, Adam dutifully let go of his penis and applied his hands to his partner. The headboard camera showed one hand under her sweater kneading her breasts while the ceiling view showed the other hand squeezing a butt cheek as she shuddered in ecstasy. Despite whatever chauvinism he displayed on the slopes, in bed he knew how to treat a woman.When the pleasure subsided, she climbed off him, picking up his pants and checking his pockets. “Let’s see if you’re prepared for another run,” she said, then grinned as she pulled out a condom.Smoothly rolling it onto his rigid organ, she giggled. “No more ‘damsel’s crotch’ references. Just fuck me!”She lowered herself onto his cock, then stretched out and rolled him on top of her.In the other room, David mopped up the cum from his chest as he watched Adam’s butt rise and fall, ass and thigh muscles clenching and rippling. Summer spread her knees, raising her hips and allowing the camera to capture his piston sliding in and out of her cunt above her clenching asshole. He caressed his still tingling organ as the wordless sounds next door grew louder and more intense.

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