The wind picked up and blew through Sam's long platinum-blonde hair spilling out the back of her cute beanie, and she looked unimaginably gorgeous as she glanced back at me over her shoulder with a twinkle in her eye.

“Last one down is a rotten egg?" she teased, taking hold of her ski goggles and pulling them down over her eyes.

“One-two-three-GO!!!"

“Hey, that's cheating!" I squawked as she tore off down the mountain. I quickly dropped my own ski goggles and tore off after her.

Despite the challenge, Sam actually pulled up a few hundred yards down.

I pulled up alongside her, and we briefly talked about how to attack the run, miming turns with our hands. In the end, that first run was a bit exploratory. Sam and I skied through a little conservatively to make sure there weren't any big surprises that might wipe us out. The second run we took at full speed, each of us crashing more than once but having a great time while doing so.

The third run blew my mind.

Well... not exactly my MIND.

Sam told me she wanted to lead, and I was perfectly amenable to letting her. She set a blistering pace on the top half of the run, but crashed her landing after jumping a cornice. I was moving so fast after my own landing that I couldn't stop until I was a good twenty yards further downhill.

Rather than ski down to continue her run or even just join me, Sam instead skied off the trail and into the trees nearby. I was worried that she was hurt, so I stepped out of my skis and carried them with me as I traversed the hill at a slight angle, heading for her position.

For some reason she'd disappeared from view.

Belle had worn a hot pink snowsuit which made it easy to spot her wherever she went, but Sam was clad in all black, which really made her platinum blonde hair stand out. The suit blended into the shadows of the trees, however, and while the tree trunks themselves were reasonably spaced apart, you couldn't see more than three rows into them before the overlapping trunks and branches blocked one's view.

"Sam?" I called, a Little confused.

“I'm over here," she called back, not too far away.

“Are you hurt?" I asked in concern.

“No, I'm fine. Just come over here."

“What's going on?"

She giggled. "You'll see."

I kept walking and spotted the track marks of her skis. Following them another three rows of trees into the forest, I came to a stop when I saw that she'd taken them off and set them aside. And that's when she stepped around the side of a particularly large tree trunk, put her hands on her hips, and grinned at me.

Sam's snow jacket was open throat to tails. Her vest had been unzipped throat to tails too. And she'd pulled both her thermal undershirt AND sports bra up around her neck. In short, Sam's big boobies were out in the open and her nipples were rock hard in the cold. I could even see goose bumps on her skin.

“Come warm me up?" she asked coquettishly.

“Are you serious?" I gaped.

“Matty, stop thinking and come HERE," she stated a little more urgently. "I'm getting COLD."

I quickly hurried up to her, bit my glove fingers to help rip them off, and promptly planted my hands right on top of her naked breasts. She shivered but smiled as I started fondling to my heart's content, knowing that my warm sweaty hands had to feel much better than the cold mountain air.

At the same time, she pulled my face to hers for a frenzied kiss, and we made out Like that for a minute or two. Neither of us had taken our ski goggles off, so the chunky things bonked into each other now and again. And after I had enjoyed her tits for a while, I yanked down her sports bra and thermal, saying, “As much as I loved that, I don't want to risk you getting frostbite on your nipples.”