1. Snow, Sex, Exhibitionism - Pt 2


    Date: 10/9/2017, Categories: Exhibitionism, Author: NudeClaire, Source: LushStories

    curves. I lick her, bite her. I savour her and I devour her. She explodes between our naked bodies, wave after wave of pleasure, a beautiful smile illuminating her face. She is happy; I love her. Giacomo closes the window. Night is falling and a light is on behind the opposite chalet's curtains. I can see my voyeur's silhouette. She must know I am looking because she brushes past the curtain to let me see her. I am sure she is naked, the way her tits are standing out. God how beautiful she is! I desire her even more. Night has fallen; Giacomo and Giselle are asleep in each other’s arms. I cannot sleep. I am thinking about my unknown lover. I stand and go quietly into the lounge and walk towards the window. There is no light on the chalet's balcony. I open our French window. The night's cold seizes me, my nude body shivers under its bite. I cover my breasts with my warm hands. I wait, I hope. The curtains have moved. In the dimness, barely illuminated by the street's lamps, I finally see her face, framed by her two lovely blonde braids. From her sensual mouth, she blows me some kisses and waves me to go to sleep. I send back kisses and retreat into the warmth. I snuggle in my bed, buried under the duvet. I think of her and I fondle myself, imagining it’s her hands on my breasts, between my thighs, her mouth on mine. I come and only then do I sleep. I wake up with the sun's first rays of the day. Giacomo and Giselle are still sleeping. Naked, I enter the lounge and walk to the ...
    window. I keep looking for my beautiful voyeur but nothing moves. I am disappointed. Suddenly, the chalet's front door opens; it's her. She looks up, smiles, waves at me and walks away. I cannot let her go like this. I haven’t time to properly dress or she will be gone. I step into my ski trousers, shrug on my ski jacket and snow boots and run down the stairs to try to catch up with her in the street. But she is already so far away. I run in the snow but I cannot call out to her; I don't even know her name. I get closer, only twenty yards… I don't see the treacherous icy patches that lurk under the snow. I let out a piercing cry while falling down heavily on my bottom, then on my back, my head banging on the ground. My sight blurs, sounds become distorted, muffled, the light is red, yellow, blue, dark… I open my eyes. An angel’s face with worried blue eyes and framed by two pretty blonde braids, leans over me. She is finally here, with me. I am happy. I stand, but with difficulty. My hips hurt as well as my elbow and shoulder. The snow on the pavement has not been able to cushion my fall. She helps, allowing me to lean against her. We introduce ourselves. My angel's name is Heidi. We smile each other. She tells me that I need to see a doctor. While walking me to the doctor, Heidi tells me that she was born here and that she’s a skiing instructor. Her voice is as sweet and gentle as her gaze. I succumb to her charm. We do not talk about yesterday, the balcony, and I feel like ...