Talk to Maya on the way back down

The high-altitude wind continues to whip across the exposed rocks as the women pull their heavy winter jackets back on, sealing away the raw heat and explicit tension of Dana’s boundary lesson. Shaking off the heavy stillness of the summit, you step to the front of the line to lead the group back down the steep, snow-dusted mountain trail.

As the descent begins, the group naturally spreads out along the rocky path. Dana walks near the back, keeping a watchful eye on a still-flushed Heather, while Lauren chats warmly with the older woman to help ease her lingering embarrassment. Vicky intentionally keeps her distance, marching down the trail with a rigid, icy focus, her jaw still tight from the **** contact.

Maya quickly hustles down the path to match your stride. She has zipped her colorful track jacket back up, but it sits precariously low over her skimpy, borrowed triangle bikini top, offering a fleeting, uninhibited glimpse of her sun-kissed skin whenever she twists to navigate a steep ledge.

“Well, that was definitely the most... hands-on classroom experience I’ve ever had,” Maya pitches in, a wicked, uninhibited glint in her bright brown eyes as she falls into step right beside you. She crowds your space slightly, her shoulder brushing your arm with an energetic bounce that feels entirely intentional.

She tilts her head, her dark curls bouncing against her collar as she looks up at your rugged frame, a playful, teasing pout on her lips. “But honestly, Mark? I am feeling so left out. Vicky got to aggressively grab you, and Heather got to have you press your hips all over her backside...”

She lets out a soft, breathless giggle, lowering her voice so it doesn’t carry back to Dana. “It’s totally unfair. I didn’t get a turn to do any inappropriate touching with you at all. I was practically throwing myself at you back there, and Dana totally shut me down.”

She flashes you a bold, dazzling smile, her eyes dropping down to your chest before snapping back up to meet your gaze with pure, unfiltered flirtation. “You’re just going to have to make it up to me later when the instructors aren’t looking. What do you think?”