Meanwhile...

Lisa headed to the warming cabin herself after a leisurely run down the bunny slope. She was due to begin a lesson in a few minutes, but her thighs, calves, and butt tingled on the edge of soreness. She went into one of the small enclosures and sat on the bench.

As she began removing her ski boots, she heard a noise in the adjacent booth. There was a hole in the board poorly patched, and she could look through without being noticed. Quietly, she placed her boots on the floor and leaned toward the opening.

Peering through, the noises became more clear. It was a male voice, but his words were not discernable. He also seemed to be breathing heavily. Adjusting her point of view to find the source, Lisa was surprised to see her ski instructor.

His eyes were closed and his face was one of ecstacy. Another adjustment and she could see why: his hand was wrapped around his thick cock, and he was stroking it in long slow movements. His hand would encircle the tip just slightly, then slide down to the thick base again. A drop of his creamy precum glistened on the top.

Lisa licked her lips. It had been months since she and Steve had done anything truly exciting. The tingling in her thighs moved to her dampening pussy, and suddenly she hungered for the firm, hard cock she saw barely two feet from her face.

Then the thought occured to her. She had once stumbled on a website by accident that showed women sucking anonymous cocks through holes in bathroom stalls and adult bookstore booths, holes just like the one she was staring through. She balked at herself, she had never once done anything so...dirty. Well, except once, but she reserved that memory for when she truly wanted a thunderous orgasm.