The Sexy Stranger Bundle (4 page)

I grabbed my blonde hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. Standing naked in front of the mirror, I turned to the side to look at my profile. Two months prior, my friend Cindy started me on an exercise and diet program to get me ready for our Swedish ski trip and it was clear that my efforts were paying off. What was once the beginning of love handles on my hips, had all but disappeared and now my sides looked toned and sexy. My ass was still nice and round, but because of the squats and running that Cindy had me do, it was rock hard and toned as well.

Considering that I was in my late twenties, I thought I looked pretty good. Some of my friends said that I looked better than when I was 18, but I think they were just being nice.

I went over to the dresser in our room and pulled out my black lace panties. Then I slipped then on and tip toed quietly out to the living room, trying not to wake up Tim.

Wow, what an amazing view,
I thought, as I walked out to the main room of the cabin.

Floor to ceiling windows were covering the front, giving me a 180-degree view of the mountains and the ski slopes that we would be spending most of our time on. The cabin was ski-in and ski-out, which meant that we could literally leave our front door with our gear on and ski down the mountain to the lift below.

The weather was overcast and snow was beginning to lightly fall. It was going to be a perfect first day of skiing.

I made some coffee and took a seat on the couch, enjoying the view and the sunrise. Most couples would have preferred drinking Mai Tai’s on the beach, but since Tim and I were both in love with skiing and the quiet mountains, we thought a cabin on the slopes in Sweden would be a fun and memorable alternative. It turned out, that we were right.

***

T
wo days later...

The trip was going exactly as we had hoped. We were skiing every day and making love every night. It was the perfect bonding experience for both of us and I had never been more in love with Tim.

“Let’s go out tonight, babe,” he said, as we took off our ski gear after a long day on the slopes. “I think we should celebrate with some drinks.”

I chuckled and said, “Drinks? I don’t want to be hung over for skiing tomorrow, silly.”

Tim approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around me. Then he started lightly kissing my neck. I felt myself get turned on immediately.

“Honey, we have almost three weeks here. Your dad paid for the whole trip, so it’s not like we would be wasting our money if we missed one day on the slopes for being a little bit hung over. C’mon, let’s do it,” he said.

I reached my hands behind me and placed them on his ass, squeezing it playfully.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said. “We’ll have plenty of time on the slopes. Let’s just not plan on skiing at all tomorrow and go have fun tonight.”

Tim bit my earlobe lightly and then said, “That’s why I love you. You’re always down for anything.”

I turned around and kissed him. Our tongues dashed in and out of each other’s mouths as he pulled my hips in close, pressing my body against his.

Tim reached down and lightly squeezed my ass, which was still covered with my snow pants. Then he began unbuttoning my shirt, slowly revealing my breasts.

As soon as Tim reached into my shirt to touch my bare chest, my nipples got hard.

“Oh, baby,” I whispered, flirtatiously.

Then I smiled at him and slowly pulled his hand out of my shirt.

“You’re going to have to wait until tonight for that,” I said. “We need to get ready to go out.”

Tim pouted his lower lip out and said, “But, I love taking off your ski gear for you.”

I giggled and said, “You can get my clothes off of me later. Come on! Let’s get ready to go out.”

There were several bars at the base of the mountain, and from what we had seen while we were skiing, most of them looked to be pretty fun. They all had live music and were always packed with people, even in the middle of the day.

Tim and I stepped into the bedroom to put on some decent clothes.

“Let’s get dressed up. I want to check out that bar called Kanske. It looks really nice and I feel like having a good vodka martini,” I said, as I slipped off my clothes and started digging through my suitcase for my little black dress.

Tim laughed as he stripped down to his boxers. “Martini’s, huh? You
are
ready to celebrate!”

I smiled and nodded in agreement. “Hey, if you’re going to do something, you might as well go all the way, right?”

Tim smiled and then took his boxers off so that he could shower. His muscles rippled as he moved and his large cock swayed back and forth as he stepped into the bathroom.

It never ceased to amaze me how sexy he was and it seemed like everything he did turned me on.

With Tim in the shower, I pulled my black dress from the suitcase and hung it up on a clothes hanger. I had just washed my hair that morning, so I decided to put on some perfume instead of taking another shower. The cold air was hard enough on my hair and the last thing it needed was to be over-washed. I didn’t want my smooth blonde hair turning into a curly fro on the top of my head.

I got naked and then sprayed the perfume on my neck. Then I slipped on my little blue panties and turned around in the mirror, admiring my newly in-shape body. I couldn’t believe how just a little bit of hard work and exercise had paid off.

Pulling the dress off of the hanger, I held it up in front of me. It was short and I hadn’t worn it in a long time, but I figured I would finally be able to look good in it.

I slipped it on and then pulled it down over my butt, making sure that it looked appropriate. The bottom of the dress barely went below my ass cheeks and when I bent over, even slightly, it slid up towards my lower back.

It did look sexy, though, and I knew I would just have to be careful I didn’t bend over too much and accidently expose my booty to a bunch of strangers.

“I hope it’s not too dressy,” I thought, as I looked myself over in the mirror.

My gold necklace was lying on top of the dresser and I picked it up, carefully putting it around my neck. It was a gift that Tim had given me before he asked me to marry him and it was one of my favorite pieces of jewelry, I think mostly for sentimental reasons.

I brushed out my hair and then pulled it up into a loose bun on the back of my head. I figured a casual look with my hair would offset the formal dress I was wearing and give me a cute, but sexy, look.

Tim stepped out of the bathroom, a layer of water still covering his body. The drops of moisture condensed and slid down his abs towards his crotch. I immediately had the urge to jump him and have my way with him right then and there, but I knew that there would be plenty of time for that later.

“Well, how do I look?” I asked, as I twirled around for him, showing myself off.

He shook his head in disbelief and then said, “Ashley, you’re so beautiful, baby. My God, will you please wear that dress every day?”

I blushed from the compliment. He definitely had a way with words and he knew how to make me feel good. I knew he wasn’t lying either, because I looked down at his crotch and noticed his dick begin to get hard as he laid his eyes on me.

He saw me looking at his member and asked, “Just once, before we go?”

I bit my bottom lip and responded, “God, you know I want to. I’m all dressed up now, though. Plus, it’s getting dark and it’s time to go celebrate. We will have a lot of fun when we get back, though, I promise.”

“Mmm, hmm,” he said. “I can’t wait.”

Then he walked to his suitcase and pulled out his black slacks and white dress shirt. He was the most well dressed man that I had ever met and he always knew what to wear to compliment my outfit.

“Kanske definitely looks like a nice place,” he said, as he ironed his shirt. “I can’t wait. Maybe we’ll meet some fun people there who can give us some tips on what else we should do while we’re here.”

I laughed as I double-checked my hair in the mirror. “You mean, you want to do other things besides skiing?”

“Very funny, Ashley,” he said, as he tossed his shirt on and pulled up his black slacks. “I do like other things besides skiing, believe it or not.”

Then he walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

“You ready?” he asked.

I nodded in agreement and said, “Yep, all ready. Let’s go have some fun.”

***

W
e pulled up to the bar, where they had a valet boy parking cars. Tim parked in front and then got out to open the door for me.

“How are you guys doing?” the boy asked.

His English was perfect and I had assumed that he wasn’t a native to Sweden.

“We are fantastic!” Tim called out, as he tossed him the keys to our rented SUV. “We’re on vacation, so there’s not very much for us to complain about.”

The kid smiled and then took over the drivers seat and drove off to park the car.

“Look at this place!” I said, excitedly.

It looked like a dream. The building was made of logs, which gave the outside a cabin feel. But the inside was neatly decorated and everyone was dressed to impress. Black suits and dresses adorned everybody that I could see through the window and I immediately felt good about dressing formal.

As we stepped inside, I looked to the corner where a man in a black suit was playing something on a piano. I didn’t know the name of the song he was playing, but it did sound familiar and it was clear that he knew what he was doing.

“This is incredible!” I said, as I gripped Tim’s hand.

Coming from the outskirts of a small town in Northern California, we didn’t go to many places like this one. Most of the bars in our town were filled with locals slumped over the bar, drinking shots of whiskey. There were nice places in the big city, but that was over two hours from where we lived and so we rarely made our way over there.

“This is really nice,” Tim said, squeezing my hand.

A hostess approached us and said, in a thick Swedish accent, “Hello! Two?”

Tim nodded but then changed his mind immediately.

“Can we sit at the bar?” he asked. “We just came for drinks.”

The girl nodded and smiled, then said, “Of course, sir. Please, sit at the bar wherever you like.”

Tim led me over to the bar. I noticed a few people’s heads turn as we walked through the crowd.

I wonder if they know that we’re not from around here?
I asked myself.

“Hello!” the bartender said, as he finished drying a wine glass with a towel. “And how are we this beautiful evening?”

I smiled and sat down, then responded, “We are great! How are you?”

The bartender smiled wide and said, “You know, when you love what you do, every day is a good day.”

What a positive person!
I thought.

Like the hostess, he also had a Swedish accent, but his English was still very good.

Tim spoke up and said, “Well, that’s definitely a good outlook to have. I think we will both have dirty vodka martinis to start.”

Tim knew what I liked. A dirty martini would be the perfect beginning to a night of celebration.

The bartender quickly turned around and began pouring the vodka into the mixer. Then he poured a splash of olive juice inside and began swirling the concoction around.

“You know, the best martinis are not shaken...they’re actually swirled,” he said, as he showed off in front of us. “That’s a little known fact.”

Then he poured the hazy liquid into two martini glasses and garnished it with an olive.

“Voila!” he exclaimed, as he slid the glasses in front of us. “Enjoy.”

I held up my glass and said, “Cheers, baby. I love you.”

Tim brought his glass to mine, making a soft clinking noise.

“I love you too, baby. Let’s make this a night we’ll never forget.”

***

A
fter three martinis, I had a serious buzz going. Tim and I were still sitting at the bar when the man at the piano started playing an upbeat jazz song. I didn’t know if it was the vodka or the catchy beat, but I had the uncontrollable urge to dance.

“Come on, Tim,” I said, grabbing his hand. “Dance with me.”

A smile crossed Tim’s face as he stood up from the chair.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he said, as he followed my lead.

With my hand still holding his, we went over to the small area near the piano and began dancing. As we danced, the piano man increased the pace of his song, making the beat even faster.

We were the only ones dancing and for a second, it felt a bit awkward. But it must have been clear to everyone how much fun we were having because it wasn’t long before other couples came up and joined us in our fun.

Tim twirled me around and then pulled me in close. Then he would grab my hand and twirl me again, each time pulling me close immediately after. I was having so much fun being on the dance floor with him and even the way he danced was beginning to turn me on.

The song ended and the piano man shouted, “Thank you for making that song so much better!”

Tim and I laughed and then the man started playing a slow song. I was still in the fast dancing mood, though, so I decided to skip that song and head back to the bar.

“Another drink?” I asked Tim.

Tim nodded in agreement. “Let’s do it.”

We stepped back to the bar where the bartender already had two more martinis waiting for us.

I was getting a serious buzz, but it was the good kind of buzz. I was right on the border where all of my inhibitions were going away, but I didn’t feel sick at all. It was just right and I knew that if I just sipped the next martini, then I would be able to maintain that feeling for a while.

“Cheers again!” I said, over the soft piano music.

“This was such a good idea, baby,” Tim said, as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder. “This place is amazing.”

A few couples were slow dancing to the soft piano music and I noticed one of the couples begin to kiss.

How romantic!
I thought.

It was turning into the most perfect night out and I was so happy that we had decided to come. It was icing on the cake on top of all of the amazing skiing that we were getting in.