DENISE GOES SKIING by Relaxxxer The three day storm had lifted, leaving a three foot blanket of fresh powder all over the mountains. The power-hounds would soon be up to make first tracks, but many parts of the mountain posed a deadly threat of avalanche. My duty with the Ski Patrol that day was to close off the high-avalanche danger areas until they were deemed safe for skiers. This is often done by firing percussion shells at the overhanging snow-banks, safely triggering an avalanche while there are no skiers in sight. I had just roped off the access trial to the East Ridge area when a cute woman with long auburn hair in a green powder suit and bright chartreuse headband skied toward me. "HI! Why is that area over there closed?" she asked. The skin on her checks was creamy white and slightly blushed by the winter morning cold. She had full red lips, perfect straight teeth and a small nose. Her eyes were completely hidden behind a pair of black-framed mirror sunglasses "There's an extreme avalanche dander in the bowls under the ridge," I answered. "We should be done bombing them about 10 o'clock, then we'll open the area up." I was already sensing something mysteriously sexy about this woman. The curves which showed through her powder suit were part of it, but there was something more; something I couldn't quite put my finger on. I got a call on my radio from my supervisor asking about my progress and when I'd be able to meet him at the bottom of the mountain. I told him I'd be there shortly. I put my radio back in my backpack and noticed that the woman I had just been speaking to was gone, and her ski tracks led under the rope I had just placed and into the closed area. What was this chick up to? I wondered. Didn't she realize that people die in avalanches? In any case, I wasn't going to let her kill herself if I could help it. Plus, it wouldn't look good if someone was caught in an avalanche in a closed area near where I just told my boss I was at. So I skid after her. The access trial traverses the ridge just below the top in a rocky, forested unskiable section, then comes out at the top of the ridge at a wide curved cirque known during the winter as Paradise Bowl. While the bowl looked like paradise now, the snow piled high by the wind could easily break away, turning paradise into a cold white hell, encasing unfortunate skiers in an icy tomb. As I stood at the edge of the woods overlooking the bowl, the woman I had spoken with was standing at the top of the ridge at the center of the bowl, her ski tips hanging out over the edge of a huge overhanging cornice. "Hey, get away from there!" I shouted out. "That snow ledge you're standing on can go any second now." But she wasn't going to listen. Instead she stuffed her long hair into the hood of her powder suit and hollered back, "There you are! Let's go skiing!" "Are you nuts? Let me show you the snowcat road down the back. Its probably safe" She did not respond. Instead she launched herself off the edge of the cornice, dropping 15 feet into the smooth powder below. During her first three turns, I almost felt envious, this was a champagne powder day, and those turns she made through the virgin snow looked pretty damn good. As she made her fourth turn, a whole side of the slope sheared away. She was quickly lost in the white cloud of flying snow as the avalanche roared its way down the mountain. My ski patrol training told me to get on the radio right away and report a skier caught in an avalanche so that an organized search could begin immediately, but how would I explain this incident happening in a closed area right under my nose? My best hope was that she would be very lucky and survive unhurt, then no one would know. Once the snow in the air cleared, I carefully skied down near the edge of the avalanche too much in shock to enjoy the fine powder. When I reached the bottom of the slide I looked around for an arm, a ski, or something to show where she ended up. I didn't anything. I now had no choice but to call out a rescue party to poke through the slide until we find her, hopefully still alive. I had my radio in my hand, ready to call, when I heard a voice call out to me. "Hey! Are you looking for me?" "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted. "Don't you know might have been killed in there!" "Relax! will you! I know what I'm doing, I've done this before. I just sort of swim on top of the slide and enjoy the ride. Its very exhilarating -- better then sex!" Obviously this woman was a strange breed. We exchanged names and I showed her the route back to the open runs. The last part went down a steep, wooded slope. I let her go ahead and I followed her though the powder around trees and over jumps off rocks. She was an excellent skier and I could barely keep up with her. I am always turned on by good woman skiers. Focusing on Denise's round butt as I chased her through the trees, this was no exception. Once we reached the main runs, I had to get back to work. Denise skied on. *** That evening I was sitting a bar talking with my former girlfriend, Roxanne, but it wasn't going well. "How many times do I have to tell you, its over!" she said. I don't know why she lost interest, and apparently talking to her wasn't going to do any good. She turned and walked off. I turned to my left and was surprised to see Denise, the woman who I had seen ride the avalanche earlier that day, sitting on the bar stool next to me. I hadn't seen her come in. Her thick auburn hair flowed back onto a black ski jacket with green trim, which matched the green threads in her amply filled out black sweater. "Don't waste your waste your time with her," she said as she leaned forward to take a sip of her drink, setting a full left breast on the bar. "She has a new guy in her life now." "How do you know that?" I asked, feeling irritated. "I can read it in her body language," she replied. "She has the sparkle and energy of someone just falling in love. And its not you. While I could see the two of you have a history together, that's exactly what it is - history. It's time for you to look elsewhere kiddo." Who is this mysterious sexy woman who rides avalanches for fun and knows so much about me? I wondered. Has who she been talking who? "So you could read all of that in our body language?" "Body language, voice inflection, and the general energy about people," she said. "You'd be surprised what you can pick up on people once you learn to read all of the nonverbal communication." I thought this was at least partly a crock of shit but I found it fascinating nevertheless. "So what else can you read about me?" She cast her big green eyes into mine for a moment, glanced up and down for a moment, looked into my eyes again and said, "You'd like to take me home and fuck me, but you consider yourself too much of a gentleman to come out and say it." I wouldn't have worded it that way, but she was right, I stumbled about for a response. "Please, ahhh, I don't want you to get the wrong idea... It's true that men often think about sex when meeting a woman, but that doesn't mean we don't respect --" "You don't need to apologize!" she said while laughing. "Its only natural. Has it occurred to you that some women like to fuck too, and aren't embarrassed to admit it?" "Denise, I find your honesty very refreshing," I answered, although I have to admit this much honesty was making be a little uncomfortable. "Listen, since we're being honest with each other now, I don't yet have a place to stay here in town. Maybe I could stay with you. I'll show the most incredible sex you ever had." "Well!" I said, laughing nervously. "That sounds like an offer I can't refuse." "Stop laughing," she said, again looking straight into my eyes. "When I said 'the most incredible sex you ever had,' I wasn't kidding." Denise followed me to my condominium complex, pulled a large duffel bag from her car, and followed my up the stairs to my condo. I mentioned that the complex had a Jacuzzi, and she said she'd like to go in, and went into the bathroom to change. As I changed into my own swimsuit and got towel, I pinched myself to make sure this was really happening. Minutes later Denise emerged wearing an oversized sweatshirt which hung down to mid-thigh. Her creamy white legs were muscular without being too large or showing too much definition, and her breasts looked full and high under the loose sweatshirt. When we got to the Jacuzzi room and she peeled off the sweatshirt, I was almost taken aghast. She wore an orange bikini high cut on her round hips. She had one of those asses that protrudes to the rear, and it appeared to be muscular and firm. Her waist was very narrow and breasts were larger than any I'd seen on a woman as slender as she, except for a video in which the woman obviously had augmentation surgery. They were also held rather high in the bikini top she wore. She seemed to like what she saw when I took me shirt off too, because as soon as we settled into the bubbling hot water, we were soon in each other's arms kissing deeply. I had never been kissed the way this woman kissed, her tongue probed deeply into my mouth as I could hear her deep breathing over the sound of the bubbles. We came up for air, and I started working on her neck and earlobes. She leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Dave, are you a milk drinker?" At the time, I didn't know what she was getting at, but I played along anyway. "Sure, nothing like a warm glass of milk before bedtime." She threw her head back and closed her eyes, giving me great access to nibble her neck some more. About a minute later she climbed up on the bench, straddling my hips with her knees and putting her boobs in my face. With one hand she pulled the bikini top on her left breast aside. Her areole was peach colored and bulged out like a small breast mounted on a large breast. The nipple itself was maybe 3/4" long and about a half inch thick. I started licking around the edges of this fleshy treat, right where it started protruding from the rest of the breast. She than started cooing, "No! Suck it suck it suck it." Obliging her request, I pulled her big nipple into my mouth, feeling her back arch in my arms and her nipple growing even larger against my tongue. I wasn't long before felt a sweet taste in my mouth. I swallowed and sucked again. This time my mouth filled up with a warm, sweet tasting liquid. I had never tasted human milk before - at least not in the past 25 years - but it turned me on immensely. I felt like I could come, but I didn't want to do it in my swimsuit. I stopped suck her tit her told her I wanted to go inside her. She gave me some room to pull my swimsuit to my knees, then she reached down to pull the fabric of her bikini aside. Then she did a most bizarre thing. Instead of grabbing my cock with her hand and guiding into her pussy, she sat down in my lap with her knees near my armpits and her hands on shoulders. Her pussy seemed to grab my cock all by itself and pull it in. I wouldn't have believed it, except that I could see both arms next to my face. "How did you do that?" I asked. "Do what?" "You know what. You pulled me inside you with no hands." "That's body discipline, darling." "What's that?" "Don't ask questions right now darling, just relax and enjoy it." No sooner did she say that when she started gently moving her hips back and forth. Her vagina tightly squeezed my prick each time she moved, then she would totally relax her grip. I came powerfully, my moans of pleasure echoing through the room with the Jacuzzi noise. As my orgasm subsided, the Jacuzzi went silent and the water stilled as we held each other. Then the door opened. "Ahh! I hope we're not interrupting anything." The voice belonged to neighbor Brenda. She and her husband Stan had come to use the Jacuzzi. "That's OK, we were just about to get out," I said. As we toweled off and put on our sweatshirts, Brenda gave us dirty looks. Brenda is one of those insecure women who takes it out on her husband by accusing him of checking out other women. And according to Stan, the better looking she is, the more flack he catches. I felt sorry for Stan. Between Denise's spectacular figure and the freshly-fucked glow about her, I knew Stan would really catch hell tonight. *** When we returned to my condo I asked her about the "body discipline" she referred to. She told me she had practiced a type of yoga since she was a teenager. Not only did this explain the extraordinary control of her vaginal muscles, it also allowed her to lactate at will though she had never given birth, and do many other things as well. "I can even make my boobs even bigger if I want," she said. "No, you're shittin' me!" I replied. "I'm serious! Have I lied to you yet?" she answered as she removed the terry cloth robe I had given her. Her breasts were already huge and stood out firmly from her slender frame. They also filled out her bikini top perfectly. "How much larger can you make them?" I said unbelievingly. "Normally I wear a 34-DD bra," she said. "There're hard enough to find in this size. Anything bigger is custom made and really expensive, so I keep them at this size, although I can expand them two sizes bigger, up to an FF." "No silicone?" I answered incredulously. "How is that possible?" "Its hard to explain," she said. "Let's just say I visualize them getting bigger. I see the blood vessels expanding and my breasts filling up with milk. I close my eyes and see them swelling up with blood and milk and expanding out from my chest. Then it happens. Do you want to see?" Although I had come only 10 minutes earlier, this unlikely line of conversation was getting me hard again. "Sure, let's see it." "OK, could you get me a class of water? Giving milk makes me thirsty. If you having something else you need to do, go ahead. This is going to take a little while." I went to the kitchen and filled a tall glass of water for her, and a run & coke for myself. I went out and set her water down on the coffee table in front of her. She was sitting back on the couch with her head back taking slow deep breaths. Her tits looked damn good, especially as she inhaled, but they still looked the same size too me. Nevertheless, I now had a chance to change the sheets on my bed. After all, I didn't know when I left for the bar earlier that I would have such a extraordinary female guest over. I changed the sheets and the pillowcases, picked up some clothes off the floor and did some other tidying up. When I walked back into the living room I could barely believe what I saw. Denise's bikini top no longer fit! Instead, her breasts bulged out from the tops and sides of the cups. I sat down next to her and asked her if she was comfortable. She whispered, "No.." and leaned forward and turned, showing me the knot behind her back holding the bikini on. I undid the knot and pulled the bikini away, exposing her expanded boobs. She picked up my hands and started rubbing them gently across her expansive breasts. I got the idea, and her hands dropped again to her sides as my fingers lightly brushed big circles across her massive mammories. Her breasts continues to gradually swell even bigger. Her nipples grew to more than an inch in length and began to drip milk. I bent my head over and began to drink her milk. "No... lets save it," she moaned. Taking my hand, she led me into my bedroom. She asked me if I had any spare towels. I opened up the closet where they are stored and she pulled out the entire stack and spread them out on my bed. I now had my swim trunks off and was sitting on the edge of the bed with my dick pointed at the ceiling. Kneeling down, she took my already-hard pole in her hand. Using her free hand she grabbed a breast and started squirting milk on my dick. It felt incredibly good when she rubbed her big nipple up and down my shaft, bathing it in her warm white milk. Then she stuck out her tongue and started like her milk off my member. I'll be damned but she had the longest tongue I had ever seen! She could stick it several inches out of her mouth and wrap it more than halfway around my cock! What a mind blower! I guess a woman who can make her tits bigger can make her tongue longer too! Before long she was taking my penis into her mouth. Now I had been deep-throated before but never like this. With the head of my dick peep into her gullet I could feel her throat muscles contracting around and squeezing my dick. The feeling was indescribable. I could see her throat muscles moving under her skin and realized what I was feeling was a "controlled gag." Her eyes were still closed and she appeared to be very much in control of what she was doing. She took her mouth from around my dick and wrapped her dripping tits around my pole. Lubricated by saliva and milk, she rubbed her enormous mounds up and down. Her squeezing caused her breasts to squirt milk all over my stomach, chest and face. When I was on the verge of coming she got up and dropped a huge breast in my face, directing a dribbling nipple at waiting lips. My mouth soon filled up with her milk and overflowed down my neck and into the towel under my head. I reached between her legs and gently rubbed her slit. My finger touched the opening to her vagina, and it was immediately sucked up into it, as if her pussy were a mouth. She held my finger tight for a moment, then her pussy seemed to push it out again. When I rubbed her clit, she started moaning and her long fat nipples erupted without her breasts being squeezed, soaking my face and hair in milk. "I want you inside me now," she moaned and straddled my hips. Again, my cock seemed to be sucked up her pussy -- no hands! Her breasts were still huge and milk was still dripping from them. As she rode me, her powerful vagina grabbed my dick tightly enough to lift my butt off the bed, then she relaxed them enough for me to slide back in like a knife through butter. As she came, she arched her back, both nipples spraying milk in a dozen arcs over my head and onto the wall behind my bed. The spasmodic grabbing of her pussy made me come too, for the second time that evening. She collapsed against my chest for a minute before recovering enough to help me remove the milk-soaked towels from the bed and dry ourselves off with the remaining dry one. We cuddled under the sheets, our post-orgasmic reverie soon turning to sleep. *** There you have it. She didn't lie to me, it was the most incredible sex I ever had. My only regret was that I had to work next day so I didn't have time for a repeat performance in the morning, although she did produce enough milk for two bowls of cereal plus coffee after I discovered that the milk I bought at the market this week had gone sour. I left to open up the mountain, leaving her to get an extra hour's shut-eye before she was to go back up to the slopes herself. I only saw her one more time, when she waved at me from the lift while I was on the snow giving directions to a couple of beginners looking for the easiest way down. When I returned home, there was a note on the refrigerator which read, "Dear Brad, I heard that the storm went through Colorado and dumped a few feet of powder there as well, so I'm on my way to Aspen for more skiing and to visit a special friend there. I had a blast here, both on the snow and with you last night. Thanks for everything, and next time I'm here I'll give you a call. Love, Denise" A special friend in Aspen, huh? If he's as lucky as I, then he's a damn lucky guy too,. .