Après-Ski Adventure by Peter Baltensperger

When Ursula asked Anthony if he would like to see her exercise room, he naturally pictured a small home gym with the usual equipment of the kind many people have. He wasn’t one for exercise equipment and gyms himself, so the idea didn’t excite him to any great extent. Yet it was obviously the invitation he had been looking for, especially as he had been fantasising about her ever since he saw her the first time.

Little did he know that her idea of exercise was completely different from his and that he was much closer to fulfilling his fantasy than he realized. Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined her in connection with the kind of sex she was about to introduce to him.

Anthony was vacationing in one of the luxurious ski resorts in the Swiss Alps for a couple of weeks, and Ursula was one of the receptionists in the alpine hotel where he was staying. She was a beautiful young woman with an amicable smile, an engaging personality, and a tantalizing body. Her attire was always very chic with skin-tight pants and revealing tops accentuating her full breasts. Her auburn hair was tastefully streaked and fell in soft waves down to her shoulders. She was a true woman of the mountains he admired so much, firmly rooted in her environment yet also enigmatic and alluring. And she always found time to chat with him when he passed through the lobby.

After three days of gorgeous weather and excellent skiing, a storm front moved through the mountains and pretty much closed all the slopes. In the afternoon, after spending the morning in his room reading, Anthony went down to the lobby to find something to do. He was very pleased to find Ursula sitting behind the front desk, so he went up to her and they started chatting. Her replacement arrived at the end of her shift and she started packing up her things. Anthony decided it was time to do something.

‘Could I interest you in going out for supper with me?’ he asked, wondering how seriously she had been taking their casual encounters in the lobby.

‘I would like that very much,’ Ursula agreed with a big smile on her face.

They went to one of the elegant restaurants on the main strip of the town next to the hotel and had one of those incredible dinners the Swiss know so well how to prepare and serve. They ordered the house specialty of the restaurant’s famous and absolutely delicious potato rosti covered with a generous amount of tender veal strips in a delectable wine and cream sauce. Anthony ordered a plate of escargots in herbal butter and a bottle of Riesling from the Valais wine-growing region and they resumed their pleasant conversation until their dinner arrived. It was then that she asked him if he would like to see her exercise room, and of course he readily agreed.

Once they completed their dinner with an excellent cup of coffee and some delicious pastry, they braved the weather outside and hurried through the thickly falling snow and the bitter wind, laughing as they braced themselves against the driving storm. Ursula lived in a pretty little chalet on the outskirts of town overlooking one of the slopes, a small treasure in a blistering day. They brushed the snow off each other on the porch and took off their boots on the dry mat in front of the door. Then she took him into her cozy home, her face flushed from their brisk walk, her bright eyes sparkling with excitement.

‘Downstairs,’ she said. ‘Come, I’ll show you.’

She took his hand and led him down the stairs where she opened a door and flicked on the light. The room was bathed in a soft glow from some invisible sources and he peered inside. He couldn’t believe his eyes. There were no exercise machines or weights or anything like that. Instead, one wall was equipped with metal rings and leather straps. The wall across the room was completely covered in mirror tiles making the room look twice as large and reflecting everything inside. One of the short walls was full of shelves with all kinds of leather gadgets and implements neatly arranged. A large wooden table with a padded top stood near the fourth wall, leather straps hanging from the top all around.

‘Well,’ Ursula said. ‘What do you think?’

‘Interesting,’ was all he could say. He didn’t know what to think. The whole thing was so totally unexpected and seemed to be so completely out of character for her, yet there they were, in a complete dungeon all her own. He had never seen anything like it in his life.

Ursula laughed, gleefully. ‘You don’t sound very convinced. Just come in. You’ll get used to it in no time.’

‘Do you use this often?’ Anthony wanted to know.

‘Quite regularly,’ Ursula said lightly. ‘Mostly on weekends. I have some friends.’

She shut the door and started to take off her clothes. He could only stare at her as she quickly uncovered her body, completely at ease with herself. She was even more beautiful naked, with a slender, well-proportioned body and deliciously firm breasts topped with big, light brown nipples. She had long, shapely legs crowned by a carefully trimmed dark triangle, and a tight little behind. He couldn’t take his eyes off her.

She knew very well he couldn’t, but she just laughed again, teasingly this time. ‘Come on,’ she chuckled. ‘Stop staring and take off your clothes already!’

He tore himself from his reverie and began to undress, still staring at her in wonder and admiration. She was staring at him just as much as he was staring at her, although she probably wouldn’t have admitted it. Her face was serious as she watched him take off his clothes, but her eyes kept sparkling delightedly. By the time he pulled down his briefs, his penis was erect and hard from seeing her naked like that. Everything was so much better than any of his fantasies.

She chuckled again, took a step towards him, and reached for his penis, tugging at it a couple of times and smiling her bewitching smile. ‘I see you’re ready,’ she said. ‘That’s good, and I’m glad. So let’s get started, shall we?’

He just wanted to grab her breasts and put her down on the carpeted floor right there and then. She was so hot and tempting in her sleek nudity; he ached to have her wrapped in his arms and feel all that beauty against his body, but she obviously had other plans.

To his utter disappointment, she took him by the hand again and led him through the room to the wooden table. ‘Lie down,’ she directed him.

‘Really?’ he asked. ‘On here?’ He wasn’t at all sure where this was going to lead and just what exactly she had in mind. All he knew was that she was incredibly sexy and he was alone with her in her chalet.

‘Yes, really,’ she said.

Somewhat reluctantly but also rather curious and strangely excited and aroused by her commanding demeanor, he climbed up on the table and stretched out. The padding was very comfortable, making him feel somewhat more at ease.

‘Now what?’ he asked expectantly yet also dreading what she was going to say.

‘Now I’ll tie you up,’ she said, lightly but firmly, her pretty smile spreading across her face.

‘You’re kidding!’ he burst out. His whole body tensed. He could feel his jaw tightening, his arms and legs stiffening on the padded surface. What was he getting himself into?

She obviously sensed his unease, for she put her soft hands on his chest and started to rub him lightly, gently. ‘Just relax,’ she said quietly in her melodious voice, her words soothing, very calm. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.’

‘Are you sure?’ he said, still wondering what this whole evening was all about.

‘Promise,’ she said. ‘Just lie still and let me do this. Please?’

‘Oh, all right,’ he concurred. ‘Just tell me what you’re going to do before you do it so I can prepare myself.’

‘No problem,’ she said. ‘I’m going to strap you to the table with the leather straps. If you lie still, you won’t feel a thing. Just don’t make any sudden movements.’

With that, she reached for one of the straps fastened to the side of the table and tied it around his wrist to secure his arm, then another one around his ankle to put his leg in place. She walked around the table and tied his other wrist and ankle. He flexed his arms and legs only to find that he couldn’t move them, although the straps didn’t hurt, just as she had said.

‘Don’t move,’ she warned him, rather unnecessarily. ‘You’ll only hurt yourself.’

She placed a long leather strap across his chest, another one across his hips, and a third across his thighs. Then she walked back over to the other side and tied up the three straps expertly against the opposite edge of the table. He couldn’t move at all any more. He almost panicked. He had never been immobilized like that by anyone. A fly at the mercy of a spider? He shuddered.

‘Are you sure you know what you’re doing?’ he gasped. ‘This is getting rather scary, you know.’

‘Don’t worry,’ she said, still very quietly, soothingly, very sure of herself in everything she did and said. ‘If you really don’t like this or you get too scared, just tell me and I’ll untie you right away. But I would really like it if you’d let me do this, all right? We’ll get to the good stuff in a minute.’

‘All right, all right,’ he muttered. He didn’t want to look like a coward. Besides, it was very arousing, he had to admit, seeing her move around him in her nakedness and doing things to him while he could just lie there and watch her beautiful body float around the table. His penis was twitching quite lustily by then, so he decided to wait and see what other things she was planning to do.

Just as he was wondering about the next step in the unusual procedure, Ursula walked across the room to the shelves and came walking back with a cat o’ nine tails in her hand. Anthony couldn’t believe his eyes. This was definitely going too far.

‘Oh, no, you don’t!’ he exclaimed. ‘I really don’t want to do this any more.’

‘Please?’ Ursula said. ‘I told you I won’t hurt you. Just let me start and you’ll see how good it feels.’

Anthony gave up. She was obviously determined and there didn’t seem to be any stopping her. He tried to relax, but his body refused. He felt stiff as a board on the table. His teeth were grinding a mile a minute and his fists were clenched so tightly he was digging his fingernails into his palms. Why was he letting her do this to him? She was a beautiful creature with beautiful breasts and he had been fantasizing about her, that was why. He couldn’t help himself. He was completely under her spell.

Then he felt the leather strands of the cat on his body and she was moving them around slowly, over his chest and his belly, again and again, and he finally found himself able to relax. It did feel wonderful, being stroked like that, very sensuous and arousing. He looked up at her and she smiled, contentedly.

‘Doesn’t it feel good?’

‘It does,’ he admitted, despite himself. ‘What else?’

She didn’t answer, just smiled her beautiful smile, let her enticing breasts and her tight body sail past his eyes, and continued running the leather strands over his body. She moved them down to his thighs, and then up to his penis, and he just about cried out with the incredibly exciting sensation. She kept brushing her implement over his erection, over his balls, back down to his thighs, back up to his penis, teasing him, stimulating him, driving him to distraction. She was really good at what she was doing and he was definitely enjoying himself.

She moved her strands back up to his chest, lifted them up in the air, and let them come down on him. He tensed again, involuntarily, but it didn’t hurt. She lifted the cat up again and brought the strands back down, a bit harder this time, and then again, still a bit harder and still he didn’t mind. Her strokes were beginning to hurt, but only slightly and in a very pleasant and arousing kind of way. She still had the same contented smile on her face and was obviously enjoying herself.

The more she hit him, the more excited he felt. There was something very sensuous about a beautiful woman wielding a whip, about the slapping noise of the leather on his bare skin, about the whole sensation that became more stimulating and pleasurable than painful with every stroke. He definitely hadn’t expected this, and he realized that he was enjoying himself more and more. As was she, quite obviously, judging from the delighted look on her face and the sparkle in her eyes. He hadn’t known that any kind of pain could feel this good, so luxurious, so arousing and invigorating.

The whip began to move downward from his chest, over his belly again, down to his thighs and his shins and his feet until his whole body was tingling, burning, vibrating from the unusual treatment. His mind was filled with images of her naked body, with the rush of her stimulation, the pleasure of the sensuous pain. What he had dreaded so much he now didn’t want to stop, she was making him feel that good with her skilful manipulation of his body, his senses, his mind.

Then it did stop. Ursula put the whip down and came back to stand beside him. She put both hands on his chest again and stroked him lightly as she had done at the start of the session, cooing soothing words, brushing away the pain, slowly returning him to himself. He wanted so badly to take her into his arms, feel her body against his, make them one, complete his fantasy.

Just as he was imagining her lying on the floor with him on top of her, she took the initiative again and climbed up on the table. Straddling him and balancing herself with her arms, she slowly impaled herself on his aching, hungry penis, sliding her swollen lips over his pulsing glans. She pressed her pelvis down on him until he was completely inside her. There she stayed, bearing down on him, flexing her interior muscles. For the longest time, she skilfully played with his erection, smiling down on him with a deeply sensuous look in her eyes.

He was getting more and more aroused, his whole body tingling with the incredible pleasure she provided. He still felt rather strange, being firmly tied down as she had made sure he was, and not being able to react, to touch her, fondle her, dominate her. His entire being wanted her in his arms, yet there was the titillation of the strangeness and the newness of his situation that sent shudders of deep pleasure through his immobilized limbs and up and down his spine, from his stimulated penis to his excited mind.

He pushed his pelvis against hers as best as he could to show her how much he enjoyed her ministrations. She, in turn, started to bounce up and down on him, faster and faster, her breasts swaying above him, so close yet so completely out of reach it hurt. But it felt incredibly good, finally being inside of her, feeling her wet cave sucking him, rubbing him, bringing them closer and closer to the apex of their passion. It wasn’t what he had imagined at all, but it was definitely good.

She reached down to put her hand on her pussy and started rubbing her clit as she was bouncing up and down, moaning with pleasure, her eyes closed, her face transformed, glowing with the excitement of the final stage. Her body began to tremble and she rocked through her first orgasm, crying out her satisfaction. She put her free hand on his shoulder and dug her fingers into him in the throes of her release. Continuing to finger herself rapidly, she brought herself to another powerful orgasm and finally collapsed on top of him.

She was breathing heavily, her body shuddering deliciously against his as she rocked through the aftershocks of her orgasms, satiated and content. After a while, she pushed herself up, climbed off him, and untied him from the table. He flexed his limbs until he could move again after the lengthy restraint, then climbed off the table and, finally, took her luscious body into his hands. They sank down on the carpet and wrapped their arms around each other, he finding her beautiful, firm breasts with one hand, her dripping pussy with the other, stroking her and rubbing her with his eager hands until she shivered through yet another screaming orgasm, clinging to him as if she were drowning in her own passion.

He let her lie there for a while until she caught her breath and relaxed her body, then climbed on top of her as she spread her willing legs for him. Finally arriving at the core of all his fantasies about her, he took her breasts into his hands and penetrated her slowly, savoring every moment of the impalement. He gradually pushed himself into her until he filled her completely, then began his long ride home.

Ursula wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips and pulled him against her as tightly as she could. He lay on top of her with his penis buried deep inside her, twitching against her tight muscles. Holding her trembling breasts in his hands and teasing her nipples with his fingers, he rocked himself to his own orgasm until he was empty and spent, gasping for air and groaning his own pleasure into the room.

After a while, he rolled off her and stretched out beside her to catch his breath and relax his own body from the strenuous encounter. Then they wrapped their arms around each other and fell asleep among the majestic snow-covered peaks of the Alps, totally content and satisfied with each other and themselves.