Winter getaway: The Gondola

Erik’s eyes shoot open; he takes a heavy breath in, exhausted from the night before. He shakes his head as he wakes up, looking around. It’s a weird sight to see Ari lying in bed next to him, back turned, granted, snoring softly

“Ari snores?” Erik chuckles to himself, slyly pulling his arm away from her. Waking up next to Ari instead of Vi is a strange sight indeed. He slowly gets out of bed, his thigh nearly cramping from last night's endurance cardio.

He grabs his discarded shorts off the floor and pulls them up. He leans against the wall as he stumbles.

He turns the corner and spots Vi sitting on the couch, legs folded beneath her. She balances a plate with some scrambled eggs and two hash browns on her thigh; she still has last night's lingerie on, but she’s thrown a white shirt over herself. She sits under the heater, a steaming cup of coffee on the small table in front of her, holding her e-reader; she’s completely absorbed, somehow not noticing Erik entering the room.

“Morning.” He whispers from behind her. She jumps slightly, turning her head in shock, a soldier (hasbrown) lost in the war (fell to the floor).

“Christ!” She exclaims, letting out a deep exhale and a chuckle as she grabs the arm draped over her shoulder by Erik. “How’d you sleep?” She asks, craning her neck back to look at him.

“Great!” He grins, placing a peck in her hair. “We should do that every night.”

“Of course you think that.“ She chuckles. “I don’t know if that’s too feasible.” She licks her lips. “You might have to share me with Sai. It’d be only fair.”

Erik scoffs and stands up, climbing over the couch to sit next to her. “Wild how quickly you start thinking about having buff dudes on you right after sex.” He puts the back of his hand on his forehead. “Am I that replaceable?”

She bites her lower lip, narrowing her eyes; she puts a hand on his chest. “Hmm…. Tell me more about buff, sweaty guys.”

Erik chuckles, putting two fingers on her nose and pushing her back, pushing a small sneeze out of her. “Should’ve known I can’t win that.”

He stands and heads to the kitchen, turning on the stove. “I suppose I’ll need to get comforted by Amelia or Heidi.” He shrugs.

“Fuck!” She thinks. “I need to even the score.”

“Do you? You seem pretty obsessed with me.” He winks, cracking an egg.

“Greedy!” She says, giggling, taking a sip of her coffee.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks, chucking three hash browns into their air fryer.

“I passed the fuck out.” She chuckles. “I lost count, but I think you were on top of Ari for a bit, and then I was like ‘, Oh, I’ll just rest my eyes’. Next thing I know, it’s the morning, cuddled up on you, Ari snoring away.”

“Cute.” He chuckles. “I had no idea she was a snorer!”

“Yeah, I’m fucking multi-layered, bitches.” Ari says, walking out, well, pretty much naked. Her small, pert nipples standing erect in the cold air, she’s pulled on a pair of pants.

Erik looks down at himself.

“Why are we dressed the same right now?” He asks.

She looks over with sleepy eyes, collapsing face down on the couch. “Shut up.” She barely lifts her head to her best friend. “Can you dress me?”

Vi chuckles and nods. “You want some bacon?”

Ari nods, kinda… Her head kinda moves slightly.

“What’s wrong with her?” Erik asks as she walks past him back towards the bedroom.

“She’s not a morning person at all. Can you chuck some vegan bacon on for her?”

Erik nods. He looks over at the dead green-haired girl. Her ass sticking out, bare, as she lies over the couch armrest.

“You want a hashbrown?” He asks her.

“Yeursh.” She replies, her face completely in the couch cushion.

…

The trio sit on the couch, Ari looking like proper death incarnate, communicating only in grunts, otherwise not at all. Vi pulled a pair of track pants over her and a loose tee; her eyes are basically half-closed, her posture the one of a shrimp.

Vi sits up, starry-eyed and talkative, her body turned towards Erik, discussing their plan for the day.

“I can’t believe you guys are ditching me…” Ari yawns, finally sentient.

“You are a third wheel.” Erik teases.

She’s not that sentient yet; she just replies with a grunt. Erik can assume it was an insult.

“I thought you booked the massage thing?”

“Uh,” she grunts in confirmation.

“What’s the issue then?” She asks with a giggle.

“Eh.” Ari grunts.

Erik and Vi walk hand in hand. Heading out to the lodge at the bottom of the resort area/accommodation area. The couple plans to take the gondola up for a nice romantic view and chat, then have dinner at the restaurant near the peak, before taking the reverse gondola back down.

Oh, dinner time, you ask? Well. After their breakfast and nap, Erik and Ari did end up fucking again, Ari needing some release, and with Erik not wanting to ‘cuck’ Sai when he’s not even in the state. Well. Vi had no choice but to get involved, a little bit too keen for the opportunity to lick at Ari’s vagina again.

…

“I’m kind of a bit scared now.” Ari says, shivering against Erik’s arm, her arm wrapped around his. She gazes up at the long cable.

“It’ll be fine.” He says reassuringly, winking at her. “I’ll protect you.”

“You’re so dumb.” She says with a giggle, pressing a kiss into his wet jacket. She sticks her tongue out in disgust and wipes her mouth with her gloves, also wet.

Erik laughs as he unzips his snow jacket, letting her wipe her mouth on his dry, albeit chilly jacket.

They step into the gondola; it whirs around them and starts up the cable.

Vi slides her jacket off, revealing her low-key but sexy outfit. “They really blast these heaters.”

Erik fiddles with the window. “Want to open a window? I think we can open it?”

She shakes her head. “No… I’m okay.” She scoots down the seat to the window, pressing her hands on the glass. “Oh my god, Erik, come look at this view! I think that’s the sauna and massage area! Maybe Ari is still there.” She giggles.

Erik scoots over, pressing against her and putting an arm around her shoulders.

They sit there for a moment, enjoying the view and each other's company. The heat of their bodies mingles as they lean into each other's weight, safe, strong, and so completely in love.

“Doesn’t this remind you of the Ferris wheel?” Erik asks, meaning nothing by it.

“You mean when I sucked your dick, and you asked me to be open?” She asks, sneering smugly at her boyfriend.

“I was being innocent! I swear! I was talking about the view.” He laughs. “But like.” He shrugs sheepishly. “If you want to recreate that.”

She laughs, putting her hand on his thigh and looking up at him through her lashes. “Sounds really hot… She looks up at the cable. “We’re getting close though.” She taps her finger on the tip of his nose. “And we both know you’re not a quick shooter.”

Erik sighs dramatically. “Oh, God… If you’re there, pause this gondola so I can get a cheeky blowjob.”

Vi laughs, before nearly falling off the seat, Erik catching her and stabilising himself just in time.

“Did… the Gondola just stop?” She asks.

“Oh my God… I’m God… Oh my me…”

Vi slaps his chest and shakes her head. “Okay… It is stuck, though… What do we do?”

BZZZZZT

“Hello. We apologise for the delay. We had some kids interfering with the mechanics; we should be on our way in 10 minutes. For those heading up, you will be entitled to a free drink at the restaurant; for those heading down, please see management, and we'll organise a separate form of remuneration for you. Thank you.”

The woman’s voice cuts off from the buzzer.

Erik glances at Vi. “10 minutes…”

She pouts, licking her lips playfully. “One of these days. You have to return the favour.” She whispers sensually, reaching for the belt of his pants.

The redhead girl in the staff office idly bites the top of a pen, placing the announcer walkie back down in its charger, switching through the different cameras. A small bag of chocolate balls sits on the desk. She spins in the chair; the seasonal job she picked- well, she expected it to be a lot more exciting. She thought she would have a hot, fun hookup in the snow, or in the gondola or something. Instead, she was relegated to being a ‘security camera watcher’. And she spent almost the entire snowboarding season sitting in an office alone. She draws a line in a notebook that she’s been filling in since week one of this job, a notch for every single shift where she didn’t get checked on. She sighs, rounding her back and resting her chin on the desk, eyes glazing over as she looks across the monitors and security feeds.

Most of her work involved calling security when kids were caught making out or trying to start a fight ring in the common areas.

Her eyes track across, and she spots it. She sighs and grabs the walkie to report the couple making out in Gondola 8.

But she hesitates; she switches the feed to the main monitor and watches, putting the walkie down. She watches the blonde-haired man gently and lovingly caress the purple-haired girl next to him, her hand beneath his pants, slowly stroking him.

The red-haired girl sucks in her lip, her eyes focusing on the boy. “You are… so hot…” She whispers. Watching him lean back, her mouth opens.

“I’ve never…” She says softly. The guy on the feed's cock is fished out by this girl; hard, thick, long. She licks her lips.

“Can she even…?” She watches the long, straight-haired girl in the gondola almost effortlessly take his length into her mouth.

The girl in the office unzips her jacket, figuring that if she’s not getting the work hookup she’s dreamt of… She may as well enjoy this… She slips her pants off. Grinning to herself, the thrill of the risk clouding her sensibilities.

She bites her lower lip, as her eyes remain fixed on the screen. She watches the blonde-haired man gently caress this girl's hair, leaning his head back as he rocks his hip into her pouty lips.

“Fuck… What a lucky girl.” She moans softly, her fingers moist with her own juices, shivering not from cold; rather, from the excitement and danger of doing this in the security office.

The girl in the office’s eyes are dragged between the vulgar act happening in his lap and the man’s face, her eyes glazing over as she opens her legs wider, slipping her fingers inside her increasingly wetter snatch, curling and rubbing her most sensitive spots as the window on the wall starts to fog from her laboured, plasured breathing.

Her eyes snap to the door with excitement, the fact that anyone could open the door and catch her right now, someone finally checking on her, seeing her in this state…

“A guest gets lost? Walks in on me like this… We watch this together?” She moans, throwing her head back, truly sinking her fingers inside now; her other hand moves to stimulate her clit in tandem. She throws her head back.

“Gosh…” She moans. “Maybe… I run into you…” Her eyes shimmer with delight as she stares at the screen again, watching the blonde man grin down at the girl, her head moving at such a fast, slutty pace; he holds her hair so he can have a perfect view of her lips wrapping around him, sweat forming on his brow. “Maybe you find me… and you can be my holiday hookup… Make her watch when you rail me… I can’t…. Hold back…” Her legs quiver, sinking into the chair as she allows her orgasm to control her body.

Erik groans, his cock erupting inside Vi’s mouth, her moaning around him coaxing just a bit more out of him, the vibrations feeling heavenly.

And, as if that was the activation that was needed, the gondola jerks slightly, almost sending Vi to the ground, if not for Erik managing to grab her and hold her up, and starts to move back up again.

Bzzrt

The panting voice of the woman from earlier comes through, “Ha..Hall- Hello, guests. We -ah- apologise for the delay in getting our systems working again… Ha. Please enjoy the rest of your stay.”

Erik and Vi look at each other and Erik grins. “I can’t believe that worked out for you.” Vi teases, sitting back down as Erik pulls his pants back up.

“Literally a straight version of the Ferris wheel.”

“The Ferris wheel was gay?” Vi asks.

Erik turns. “What? No.” He laughs. “I mean, like, the Ferris wheel is round; the gondola is straight.”

Vi blushes. “Oh. I knew that.”

They laugh together.

The couple eventually make it to the top without further incident. They enjoy their solo romantic dinner, sharing food, wine and shock at the price of the bill. As they exit the restaurant, they take a moment to sit on a small bench near some other couples; they lovingly hold hands, and Vi rests her head on his shoulder, snuggling up against him, watching the last few minutes of the orange sunset.

“Erik…” Her voice sounds almost shaky; he turns to look in concern.

Her eyes are shimmering with tears, but a wide, full smile sits on her face.

“I love you so fucking much.”

Erik smiles, tilting her chin up. He kisses her on the forehead and meets her eyes, his own eyes starting to shimmer.

“I love you too.”