The Skier
Copyright© 2026 by HAL
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Some of the slopes are real, but the story is all made up (I'm sorry to say).
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Consensual Heterosexual
Friday
The last day of skiing with a pretty girl. He made special sandwiches (he bought some soft cheese and two pain-au-chocolate; the three had eaten the noisette on the bus the day before, he bought a bar of Milka); he meticulously planned a delightful route, and even ran through it in the morning.
“Bonjour mon cheri.”
“Ma cherie, I’m not a boy.” He indicated that he was pleased she was not a boy.
They kissed and he prepared to set off.
“Peterrrr - “ he loved how she pronounced his name. “we could eat the sandwiches in the warm ... in my apartment; if you like.”
He had planned so much, he nearly said no, it would be more fun out. Then he had an intuition. “Oh, okay, it does look like the weather may get worse.” The sun was shining through a cloudless sky. “Will others go back for lunch?”
“Hmm? Oh no. This is our last day, they will all be doing as much as possible.”
They took off their skis and put them in a rack and headed down in the lift. She led him to the apartment, put her finger to her lips (“just in case”). No, there was no-one there. The apartment had two singles in the main room, and a bunk bed in a tiny bedroom. Inside, she sat down and removed her boots, so did he. Then she took off her jacket, so did he. Then she smiled at him. Only then did he grasp that lunch was not the only thing on the menu.
A wave of fear came over him. “Oh, look. The thing is.”
She looked pained: “You don’t want me?”
“Of course, I do. Of course I do, but ... well I don’t...”
“Oh! I am your first!” She smiled. Clearly he wasn’t her first. For a brief moment he was angry; he was older, he should be leading the way, persuading her that ‘it will be alright’. Then he was jealous of whoever else had held her in his arms. She was watching. Then he smiled and asked her to tell him what to do. It would be the stupidest thing in the world to be offered such a lovely body and lose it because of idiot reactions. She smiled again, he had nearly ruined the mood, but had pulled back.
“Shall we get comfortable?” she said, and pulled off her jumper and then her shirt. Her bra showed no more than her swimming costume had, but he wasn’t meant to see a bra, so it was more sexy. “Shall I?”
“No, can I?” he reached behind her and – surprising even himself – easily removed the bra clip and she dropped it to the floor. He wanted to touch, caress, kiss, and suck her small breasts. They were much smaller than his sister’s, or his mother’s. But neither of them had stripped to the waist for his viewing.
He pulled her to him and kissed her, feeling her undo her trouser button, she unzipped and shimmied a little to pull them down. Now she was in socks and pink-mauve pants. He would remember that colour for ever. “What about you? I’ll get into bed.” She sat down and removed the thick socks whilst he quickly pulled off all the layers of clothing. It was lucky that she had one of the single beds, she said. He got in too and was given permission to suck her nipples. “Oh, I like that, oui! Let me feel your thing – it is hard. Do not let it explode!”
To his credit, he actually asked if he should get some condoms. It was a bit late, but at least he offered. No, she had le contrôle des naissances. He assumed that meant it was okay. She took his hand and slid it inside her pants; and sighed. It was always nicer for the hand to be someone else’s; as long as they were trying to help. “You can put a finger inside, I won’t break.”
His hand inside her pants, his finger inside her. She liked it, and he didn’t immediately try to pull the pants off and get inside her. He had got this far before, roughly, but no further. It had been a drunken fumble, which even alone he would go red with embarrassment when he remembered. He was pretty sure the girl involved didn’t even remember. “Can I lick you?”
“Oh ... oui. Work your way down.”
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