Ok. Hot tub time

You walk out naked into the snow, using the footsteps that Mark made. They reached to his knees but on you the now is thigh deep and it’s hard work to walk in his trail.

Suddenly a snowball hits you dead centre in your chest and you reel in shock, feet stuck in foot holes, arms windmilling. The snow is cold - which sounds obvious but the shock of the chill on your naked skin is ****.

Then, of course, you fall over, faceplanting naked into the snow. A regular snow angel! It’s fucking cold. “Jesus Christ!” You exclaim as you flounder in the freezing cold powder. You feel everything. It’s like a cold shower. A shock to the system. But worst of all is you can’t get up. You try and push up but your hands sink into the snow. Your nipples are now rock hard for a whole new reason. Your ass and pussy are chilled. Your belly, neck, face. Legs and arms. All cold! Somehow you manage to roll over, get your feet under you and plow madly through to the hot tub. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!” You cry as you mount the steps and lower yourself down into the water. Heat envelopes you instantly, a sharp painful heat after the cold that makes your entire body tingle. Than the heat is soothing sore ski muscles - even as it makes everything between your legs feel hotter, slicker. You sink to your chin, trying to hide as the others laugh at your expense.

Jo sits beside you, arm along the back of the tub behind your shoulders. Mark sits across from you watching your breasts float on the bubbling surface, Kate tucked against his side.

Conversation is light at first—ski talk, village gossip. But the heat, the nudity, the tension… it builds fast.

Jo’s hand drifts under the water, finds your thigh. Fingers trace higher. You tense.

Mark watches. “You two seem… close tonight.”

Jo chuckles. “She’s having a special night.”

Mark leans forward. “Come here, Jo. Sit on my lap. Like old times.”

Your pulse roars in your ears. Jo’s hand on your thigh squeezes—encouragement, command.