“Anytime,” she replies.
The ride in this gondola is longer than most, and we haven’t even reached halfway up yet. I don’t mind though, I’m enjoying every second of it. My brain can hardly process that this is actually happening.
This feels like the perfect moment to give Genevieve her first kiss since returning. I lean in, my heart racing, and make my move. As I get closer, her lips part. A silent invitation—she was ready, waiting for this.
I run my hand through her silk like hair, caressing her head with my palm. I softly bite her bottom lip and she lets out a quiet moan. That small noise is enough to make my trunkgrow. I maneuver my jean pants I’m wearing so I don’t show and run my other hand down her back slipping into the back of her yoga pants. She’s wearing some cute flare yoga pants that are screaming to be taken off. She’s wearing boots though so those have to come off first.
“Take off your boots,” I whisper into her ear quietly. She steps on her heels and gets them off while I work on bringing her pants down. I leave her top part on because I don’t want to make it too obvious. No one will see us up here because it’s too dark, but I still want to be careful. I slip her pants off and she steps out of them. She then proceeds to take off her panties all by herself while sitting.
I unbuckle my belt and lower my jeans while remaining seated as well. I nod my head towards my dick so that she knows to hop on. She straddles me and before checking to see if she’s even wet, she’s sliding down on my dick with ease.
I take it she’s wet.
She’s probably been wet.
If she’s been as wet as I’ve been hard, then she probably has cum running down her legs.
Her lithe body moves up and down while I’m making noises that are probably not that sexy, but she feels so good I can’t help it. I tug on her hair a little so she can feel aroused in all sorts of places. Then while she comes up for a break I slap her cheeky ass.
She screams. I slapped it so hard I’m expecting to see a handprint in the morning. She slides back down on my dick and goes back to a faster pace. It’s so good, our rhythm, our intimacy. I’m already about to finish. Just a couple more full pumps and I’m a goner.
“Fuck, hold on Gen,” I tell her.
“Mmmmhhh,” she hums.
By now, the lift is about to reach the top and at this time of night there wouldn’t be any employees up here, but you never know so when I come, I come inside Genevieve and then have her hurry to put her pants back on.
She pulls up her pants at the exact second the gondola goes around the entrance/exit for the top of the mountain. I see an employee working behind the control panel. That was a close one.
Note to self: people do actually work up here at this time of night.
The gondola has made a full one eighty turn and now we are descending the mountain. Everything that grew small, is now growing back to large. I’m out of breath from what Genevieve and I just did and I can’t believe we just did that.
“Wow. That was–” I start to say.
“Fucking hot!” She finishes.
“Yeah, fucking hot,” I agree, slightly out of breath.
Both of our chests rise and fall at a synchronized pace. I look to my side and Genevieve is just looking out and has a small smile plastered on her face.
“What?” I ask her while nudging her with my elbow.
“I’ve never had sex in a gondola before, this was cool,” she says.
“You’re cool!” I tell her, giving her a soft elbow nudge in the ribs.
Then we sit together hand in hand watching the view of the mountains, like we didn’t just fuck in a gondola.
25
Genevieve
Aspen’s alarm goes off at exactly six-thirty a.m. He gently strokes my hair, trying to wake me up without disturbing the peace of the morning. I roll toward him, now facing him and can’t help but smile as I meet his blue eyes.
"Mornin’," he says, his voice deep and gravelly from sleep.
"Morning," I reply, still a little groggy.
