Having been taught that it wasn’t very polite to do, the next question still came out, “How old are you?” “Twenty-four. I just turned last mon...h.” Her voice was a bit heavier than before. “And what about you? You’re not jailbait are you?” With that I look over and to my surprise, she was rubbing her pussy through her yoga pants and judging by the wet spot in the crotch, it looked like she was doing it since she put her foot on the seat.“No, I’m nineteen,” I said, looking back and forth from the. I have been in many, many ski areas in my life, but I have never encountered one quite as opulent as this one.I spent my days on the slopes, working up to the black diamond level, and my evenings in the lodge surrounded by the other occupants of this chalet group. There was a constant mix of young and old, but all had to be reasonably affluent because the accommodations were not cheap.It was on the fourth day that I met her. She had fallen and lost one of her skis and was having a bit of a time. I rubbed my finger up and down my slit, finding that I was already wet. I toyed with my clit again. “Do you like that, Lover? Hmmm. Don’t you wish that was your tongue? Oh, I am so wet.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of my pussy. “Slowly, now dear. I’m not ready for you to cum yet.” I added as I saw his eyes momentarily close.“Have you ever watched a woman touch herself…other than on your porn videos, that is?” I teased. Do you think that your wife does this?” When he absentmindedly shook his. Karen snuggled into him, shivering slightly, and Kirk noticed the quilt she had placed on the arm of the couch. He silently thanked her foresight, grabbed the blanket, and spread it out over both of them. “Thank you,” she whispered, and tenderly kissed his chest.“How did I do?” Kirk whispered back, affectionally rubbing her back under his shirt.She laughed. “It was okay.” She used one finger to play with his chest hair.“‘OKAY’?”“You’ll just have to try harder next time.” She moved her hand down.