An interesting ride in the gondola

So four years ago in February 2020 (just before Covid), we were in the Tyrol; John had gone out for the day skiing with some friends who were over from the UK, and I took myself up to Kitzbühel for the day to ski with a local lady friend (straight).

We skied until lunchtime and my friend had decided she’d had enough skiing for the day and so went home - I was happy to keep skiing for a couple more hours. After lunch I was on my first ski and near the bottom of the run when I was bowled over by a young kid who was skiing out of control. Thankfully I wasn’t hurt or injured but this guy came over to see if I was okay and to help me up - yes Christof - I was to find out his name later. He was in his early fifties and quite ruggedly good looking and was certainly in great shape from what I could see through his ski outfit.

Anyway, he helped me to my feet and picked up my skis for me. He chatted politely to me about how these things happen, was I ok, did I need assistance and so on. It was only a short ski to the bottom so he skied alongside me as I mentioned I felt a little shaken. At the gondola station there was a cafe and as we arrived there I thanked him for his assistance and said that I wanted to have a coffee and sit down for a few minutes to recover my composure - and I added would he care to join me. As we sat chatting over coffee, him in his excellent English and me in my passable German, I discovered he was from Regensburg in Germany and was in Kitzbühel for a week with today being his last day - his wife was at home as she’s not into skiing.

I could tell there was mutual attraction - I’m not sure what he saw in me but certainly I felt I had my “white knight” come rescue me lol. As we left the cafe and made our way into the gondola station he began to flirt quite openly with me and I wasn’t backward in coming forwards with my responses. It was pretty quiet at the gondola station and we stepped into an empty gondola to begin the 12 minute ride to the top.

Now I need to explain about the gondolas at Kitzbühel. They are relatively old, high sided and it has a steep ascent, travelling quite slowly by model day gondola standards. It meant that after about thirty seconds you can’t see the gondola in front and can only see the top of the gondolas below.

Christof obviously knew this because as soon as the gondola started to move, he moved from the seat opposite and sat beside me, taking me in his arms and kissing me deeply as he fondled my breasts having unzipped my ski jacket. I responded to his kiss and rubbed his bulging cock through his ski pants. We both stood up to allow us both better access and his hands were quickly insides my knickers and mine in his pants - whilst not massive he certainly had a firm throbbing cock - more than big enough for what was about to happen.

After about a minute he pulled down my ski pants and turned me around and had me lean over the seat - he dropped his ski pants, took out his cock and moved my knickers aside and rammed his rock hard cock into my very damp pussy moving in and out pumping me hard. He was like a steam engine fucking me so hard, at the same time fondling my tits and reaching around rubbing my clit. It was so erotic that I came within moments and I felt him jerk and he too pumped a stream of cum into me. I turned around and knelt down and cleaned him up - I stood up and then kissed him passing some of his cum back to him. I pulled my ski pants back up and rearranged myself with plenty of time before we arrived at the top.

It was amazing what had just happened and we were both bright red from the action. We skied slowly down the mountain and he then drove us back to his apartment where we spent the next couple of hours fucking in every possible position, Christof managing to cum twice more. After we had lain exhausted for about thirty minutes, Christof offered to drive me back to Hopfgarten rather than me catching a local taxi. I texted John to let him know I’d be bringing company home which he knew what that probably meant.

When we got back to our apartment I introduced John to Christof and the two got on really well over a bottle of wine. I had a shower and dressed in a very sexy outfit - low plunging neckline, knee length dress with a slit up to my thighs - bare legs, no bra and knickers and went and joined the boys.

Their eyes lit up as I entered and they were both on their feet immediately. They came and surrounded me and both began to fondle me and kiss me all over - the dress being removed almost immediately. I can’t remember the exact details of the play that followed suffice to say I was well used by both boys. John came three times I do remember that, and Christof twice more. I do remember that I was dp’d a few times and both boys came in my arse but I also remember getting a face load but not from whom.

It was gone ten o’clock when Christof left us whereupon John fucked me again to claim me back as he always does after an MFM play.

Alas I haven’t seen Christof since. We stay in touch but Covid meant no skiing for us in 2021, and the following year I had an injury which meant John went to Austria by himself. He did meet up with Christof and the two of them found a couple to play with but I missed out (well not entirely as I did play whilst John was there in Austria but that’s another story or two). Last year and this year unfortunately Christof has not been there the dates that we were there so who knows when/if I’ll see him again. But I’ll certainly never forget that gondola ride….