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ChapterOne
The Mountain
Sienna
Everyone thinks I'm foolish for doing this mountain climbing thing. I guess I understand. I'm almost three thousand miles from home in the middle of the wilderness without anyone else climbing with me. I guess people might look at a twenty-two-year-old college graduate doing something so damned crazy as a pretty silly thing, right?
Well, how about this to add to the whole picture of foolishness?
I'm busy pulling off Adrian's shirt. Adrian's not a complete stranger. After all, in another fifteen minutes or so, I will have known him for two whole hours.
Yeah... I know.
I mean, it's like I'm just going crazy now that I'm done with school. I don't know. I'm in a very small hotel in a little Alpine village. Next door to the hotel is a little bar (or do they call thempubsin the Alps?). That bar is where Adrian and I met.
And I guess my hotel room is where Adrian—who's about twice my age—and I am going to fuck.
I never thought I'd be the type of person to hook up with someone I just met, but there was something about Adrian that drew me in. Maybe it was the way he laughed at my lame jokes or the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his travels. Or maybe it was just the fact that I was feeling particularly adventurous and reckless tonight.
Maybe it’s how when he looks at me, he actually sees me, you know? I mean, it’s not like he’s just looking at my face or my body. It’s like he sees me, the actual me. It’s like he can see past all of the superficial things and look deep inside of me. I mean, maybe that seems funny to you but that’s how it feels to me.
As we kiss, I can feel his hands moving up and down my back, his touch sending shivers down my spine. I push him onto the bed and straddle him, the heat between us growing with every passing second. At this moment, I don't care about anything else. I don't care about the mountain I will climb tomorrow. I don't care that I don't even know Adrian's last name. All that matters is the way he makes me feel.
We peel off the rest of our clothes, and I let out a gasp when I see his cock. He's big, scary big. I think as much to force myself to keep going as for any other reason, I reach forward and wrap my hands around the shaft.
I start to stroke it, starting from the bottom as I watch the look of pleasure on Adrian's face grow more intense. And as I stroke, I feel the heat between my legs grow more intense as well.
To tell the truth, I'm a little afraid of that thing going inside me. I decide to take it in my mouth first, and from there, I can decide if I want him to finish in my mouth or if I want him to fuck me after all.
So, I fall to my knees, lean forward, and take the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around the head of and then let my lips slide down his shaft, taking more and more of it into my mouth. Oh, wow. He loves it. It’s like he’s wrapped around my finger now. I mean, this hot-as-hell guy is at my mercy, and I can’t believe how powerful I feel. I mean, I’m good-looking. I mean, I’m not perfect but I’m good-looking. Still, I can’t land guys like Adrian.
Except I have landed him! I’m sucking his cock right now!
As I suck, I put a hand on his balls and let the other run over his muscular chest. I'm not afraid anymore. I want that man to fuck me. I want it more than I can even express. I pull my mouth off...
But my fucking phone rings.
I lean over and reach for it. I sigh and answer. "Tara, hi." Tara's my best friend.
Oh, I should point out that there's nobody here in my bedroom but me. The hand not holding the phone is still between my legs. I’m not actually sucking Adrian’s cock, nor am I debating whether or not to let him fuck me. I’m masturbating, and while I’m masturbating, I’m thinking about how much I wish I was in Switzerland practicing techniques with the sexiest man I’ve ever seen.
I guess I should also point out that while I'm going to go mountaineering, I'll be headed to the Alaska Range, decidedly less exciting than the Swiss Alps despite the fact that many of the peaks are more extreme and technically challenging. It’s just that in the Swiss Alps, there’s a hot guy named Adrian who I would have let fuck me if I had the chance.
That's why Tara is calling, in fact. I don’t mean she’s calling because of a fantasy guy I made up who happens to live in the Alps. I mean she’s calling about my Alaska trip. She and I became friends in college back in Alabama, but she's from Juneau and wants yet another promise that I'll stop by there to see her.
“Hi, Sienna!” Tara says in her typical bubbly voice. Tara looks like a stereotypical blonde bimbo with a perfect figure, naturally yellow-white hair, bright blue eyes, and a speaking voice that sounds like she stole it from one of those shows about rich teenagers living in California. Most people would never guess that she was at the top of her class in pre-med at Auburn and earned a full-ride scholarship to Harvard Medical School. She’s at home on summer break now, which is why she’s begging me to come to see her.
I don’t look quite as much like a swimsuit model as Tara does, and I didn’t win a full-ride ticket to Harvard, but I did very well in school and earned a BS in Accounting with a three-point-nine GPA and got my CPA certification right after.
I actually love accounting. I think that people see us as nerds who play with numbers at work and play fantasy card games in our free time while talking about the latest developments in allergy medication. In reality, we give individuals and businesses the knowledge they need to make good decisions. I love that I can look at some numbers and very quickly know how profitable and effective a business is.
But it’s damned tedious work, especially for a girl who likes to play outside.
“So, when are we gonna hang?” Tara asks.
I giggle at that. “I’ll call you when I land. We’ll go find the most exciting corner of Alaska and party like crazy kids again.”
“I take offense to the veiled suggestion that there aren’t places in Alaska to party like crazy kids,” Tara says, “but I also take you up on your offer. I better get that phone call. If I don’t, I’m going to pay some grizzly bears to kick your ass.”
