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caressed first one leg, and then the other. I
could tell he was serious about being a real masseuse. Maybe he was
smarter than I thought. He knew how to massage the muscle and relax
it. Wow, it felt so good! And the more his hands rubbed up and down
my legs, the more I began to feel turned on. I had been dreaming of
getting my Swiss ski instructor into my bedroom all week, and here
he was groping my legs and sending delicious feelings through my
body.
    ‘You know what,’ Jacques said. ‘It’s best to do the
whole leg. That way, you can be sure you won’t get any cramps in
the middle of the night.’
    ‘Oh, I hate cramp. I don’t want that to happen. I
guess you had better massage me all the way, then.’
    Yes, it was a pretty crude double entendre, but it
did the job. A smile curled around Jacques’ lips. Now I knew we
were both on the same page. His hands slid further up my legs,
stroking along the outside of my thighs. I let my legs slip apart,
and Jacques responded by moving his hands to the inside of my
thighs.
    ‘That feels good,’ I whispered. ‘But I think the
spot you need to reach is a little bit higher.’
    ‘You mean up here?’ Jacques hand slid up the inside
of my thigh until it touched my vulva through my shorts. I gave an
involuntary squeal as he rubbed his fingers along the outline of my
slit and he reached my clitoris.
    ‘Yes, I want you to massage me right there.’
    To speed things up, I slipped off my shorts and my
panties in one easy movement, with my T-shirt and bra following a
few seconds later. Jacques caught on pretty quick and stripped his
clothes off, too. His body was pearly white – I guess that’s what
happens when you follow winter round the globe. But he was in good
shape. His legs, especially, were muscular and his butt was well
primed with fucking muscles. Just what I needed. Jacques brought
his body alongside mine and started to massage me from my hips to
my neck. There was no pretense at performing a medical massage any
more.
    This was purely sexual.
    My nipples hardened at his touch, and I got wetter
and wetter as his hands descended between my legs once more.
    ‘I love a shaved pussy,’ he whispered, bending down
to take a closer look. ‘You are incredibly sexy, Angel. I want to
taste you, to feel you in my mouth.’
    So we were still on the same page then. I relaxed
and spread my legs wider so that Jacques could plunge his face into
my pussy, which he did with great enthusiasm. Oh yes, this was what
I had come to Colorado for. Forget the exhilaration of skiing
through powder snow. I found it much more exhilarating to have a
hot ski instructor between my legs. Jacques knew how to lick pussy,
that’s for sure. There must have been a few Swiss girls walking
round with smiles on their faces when he was a teenager. He was
gentle but insistent, his tongue working its way around my inner
pinkness, licking up the come that was I was producing in
spades.
    This was good, but it just made me more and more
desperate for the real thing. Fortunately, Jacques was keen to step
things up a notch, too. He slid up my body, his tongue sliding
along my tummy, then my breasts, and then my neck. When his face
reached mine, he kissed me on the lips, and at the exact same
moment, I felt his cock slide into me.
    I had been waiting for this moment all week, so when
it finally arrived I couldn’t help but orgasm instantly. The very
first thrust of his thick cock inside my pussy sent me right over
the edge. My body spasmed again and again, with Jacques watching my
every movement with intensity.
    ‘You are so responsive,’ he said softly. ‘That is so
incredibly sexy. You are turning me on so much that I can’t resist
taking you.’
    ‘Then take me, Jacques, take me.’
    So take me he did. He began thrusting inside me,
exploring every nook and cranny of my pussy with his bulging cock.
I could smell the scent of sex in the air, I could feel his need as
he rammed home inside me again and again.