Once Rachel’s skiing form is on point she becomes unstoppable, and not just on the slopes. The wild apres ski parties lead to dancing on tables and encounters with new sexy strangers. It wasn’t until after Rachel meets Hans that she realises how much she likes a German sausage ...

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Rachel's holiday was off to a flying start! She had re-found her confidence on the slopes, every day she was getting better, and she’d also had her pussy licked fantastically by her French skiing instructor. Everything was just what she had hoped for, and more. It was full of fun, friends, and fucking coupled with the joy of being on the mountain. 

With a few days under their belts and most of the piste maps covered, the group decided it was time to ski together and make a good day of it. That morning, the group arose late and had an easy start to their day, enjoying fresh pastries before filling their hip flashes up with copious amounts of limoncello before hitting the slopes. 

They had been lucky with the weather. There was a light flurry of snow that powdered the slopes keeping the runs crisp and fresh. Rachel decided to challenge herself today by taking on a black run with mougles.  At the top, she took a sip from a hip flask for some dutch courage and then followed one of the men down. Whilst trying to weave in between the bumps she cut hard to avoid a mogel. She reacted just in time before hitting another which flung her up into the air.  She tried to absorb the hit with her knees before falling onto another one where she bounced around trying to regain control until she flew to the side where the snow bank broke her fall. 

Little did she know, her wipe-out was all to the amusement of the groups behind her looking down as they watched skier after skier tackle the task below. She put her skis back on and slowly made her way down the run until it opened up where she was able to  enjoy the speed down to the next run where her friends waited. The black was maybe a step too far for Rachel but as she looked back up the piste she could see others doing the exact same thing as her. 

They continued to move around the mountain, exploring all  three valleys before stopping for a late lunch at a mountain bar. It was busy and after a few days of skiing in the same areas some familiar skiers and snowboarders were there. It was only after everyone had taken their goggles off one  could actually see what everyone looked like. To Rachel’s pleasure there was a man in a mixed group who caught her eye. She recognised his dark blue bottoms and bright orange jacket and was pleasantly surprised to find he had blonde hair and blue eyes underneath his helmet and goggles.

With everyone tucking into warm food and knocking back a few refreshing beers,  everyone's spirits were high as the DJ in the corner played tune after tune. The dancing vibe had started and the group found themselves bopping around the table. 

Rachel needed the washroom and she embarked on the task of walking in ski boots from the wooden boards onto the snowed-wet and slippery tiles. At the same time the orange jacketed man headed in the same direction. Just as they caught eyes and he looked to muster up a confidence to say hello, he suddenly slipped, only grabbing a rail nearby to stop himself falling onto Rachel. 

Rachel instantly went to help him and up as he got to his feet he thanked her in his German accent, joking about making a great first impression. Rachel loved the German accent, it had a sharpness to it that tingled in her ears. She laughed and told him it was a good job he had nice eyes as she continued her walk to the washroom. 

Shortly after, Rachel made her way back to the table and joined the party again, turning around every now and then to see the German man. As the party raged on, the group rounded up and decided it was time for a proper Apres and there was only once place for it, La Folie Douce back down the mountain above Val Thornes. As Rachel headed towards her skis the German man approached and asked if she were going anywhere specific tonight and if maybe he'd be able to meet with her there.. Rachel replied with her plans, secretly hoping he would follow up on what he said. 

Rachel and the group skied down the mountain towards their destination. Folie Douce was the real place to be for any Apres’ ski drinks and famous for their live DJ’s, Champagne sprays, house Rose and dancing on the tables. There really isn’t anywhere else you wanted to be when in the three valleys. They parked up their skis and headed in. True to form, the party was in full flow and the place was near packed. Luckily the whole group managed to find a back corner close to a bar where they could dance around each other and enjoy the music with the last of the sun shining down on them. 

Time flies when you're here and before they knew it they had put away 5 bottles of rose between them. Rachel, full of confidence, devised it was her turn to get onto one of the tables and dance. She spotted an opening, climbed on the chair and took a helping hand up. Feeling the music and the people around her she felt the heartbeat of the place beating through her as the music pounded and the MC kept things moving. With no care in the world she flung her hair back and forth taking in the moment and good energy around her. 

Looking over the crowd she spotted the German man she had just met on the fair side of the terrace, their eyes met and held a stare between them for a second. He stood there watching as Rachel danced under the sprays of champagne fired over her from the balcony above. As Rachel danced more people moved over to the table from one side and she felt herself being pushed to the other side. As she moved closer to the edge, the German man moved closer towards her. But then, out of nowhere, she was pushed from behind and lost her balance falling forwards. Almost seeing this happen the German man quickly moved to break her fall as she reached out, grabbing at anything, and found herself sprawled on top of him. 

After Rachel regained her breath she thanked him for returning the favour of catching her as she had for him earlier and asked his name, which was Hans. She smiled and laughed as she asked him if he could be anymore German? Rachel, wanting to repay Hans for saving her from falling, grabbed another cup and filled their cups up  with some rose. 

Rachel loved a tall blonde with blue eyes and found herself enjoying his sharp German accent. The pair drank some more and enjoyed the music as Hans' group of friends now occupied one of the tables. The party was reaching its climax as the sun was moving over the mountain and the cold was becoming more noticeable. So everyone drank and danced more to keep the mood alive and the party thriving. 

Hans and Rachel continued to talk and drink. The more he talked the less they moved and the cold was catching up with them. It turned out Hans’ chalet was pretty close to Rachel’s which she joked could prove quite convenient. The pair laughed and as they drank the last of their wine Hans suggested perhaps they skii down to his place and grab some German Riesling he had brought with him. Rachel was a big fan and winningly agreed. They headed to the exit, found their skiing among the maze of other party goers and moved down the mountain. Rachel followed Hans, slightly drunk. She had to concentrate more than normal as they both enjoyed the buzz of being drunk and the speed of skiing. This experience was hard to match. 

They pulled up to a wooden chalet and headed inside. Taking off their boots and coats they headed to the kitchen where Hans took a cold bottle from a very well stocked fridge. The chalet was warm, just as you’d want it, as the outside temperature dropped.  Hans continued to strip off his baggy outdoor clothes until he stood in only his trousers and under top. His biceps were tight up against his clothes and shoulders, which had gone unnoticed before, were the focal point of Rachel's gaze.

After they took their first sip, Rachel asked Hans if he had asked her to come here just for the wine or if he had another agenda. He smiled and said that maybe he had some other plans and moved towards Rachel, placing his hands around her waist and lifting her onto the counter top. She instantly grabbed his shoulders before moving her lips towards him and the pair kissed each other. 

Hans’ lips moved softly onto Rachels and as his arms held her she reached around him feeling his muscles on her hands. They kissed, moving their heads from side to side, the speed of their encounter increased before Hans reached under Rachels jumper pulling it up and it got stuck on her head. She laughed at the awkward moment and Hans took her down from the counter and led her to his room upstairs. 

After a day on the slopes, Rachel felt sticky and a little less confident. They undressed each other between kissing until they stood there in their underwear. Rachel looked to the ensuite and told Hans to get the hot water running and she would follow him in. As he disappeared into the shower she removed her bra and thong and headed in after him. The shower was massive, and much to her surprise whilst looking through the steamy glass, Hans was also bigger than she expected. 

Rachel moved into the shower and immediately Hans pushed her up against the wall and she reached down and got hold of his cock in her hands before she started to move it and down him as they kissed. Hans began to move south, and she continued to tug at his cock while enjoying his kisses on her neck which now moved down towards her breasts. She welcomed his advances towards her pussy but had other ideas. Rachel pushed Hans backwards against the other shower wall and knelt down in front of him. With his cock still in her hand, Rachel moved her face towards the erect member and placed it in her mouth. 

She began slowly, moving the blood filled head of his penis over her lips as her hands moved over the shaft she embraced his member more and more before reaching around to his ass and pushing him as far down her thought as she could. 

This penis moved down her throat as she held it there for as long as possible before she moved back and took a breath. She giggled a little and looked up at Hans, his hands running through his hair as he enjoyed the feeling. 

She smiled and told him she loved his cock and placed it back in her mouth. She moved it between her closed lips while still holding on to his shaft and she moaned as she sucked on it back and forth. Enjoying the moment Hans muttered out some German, Rachel didn’t know what he was saying but enjoyed the sharpness of his feedback nonetheless and increased her speed of sucking. As she felt the warm water running down her back she wanked him faster whilst spitting on his cock, telling him to cum for her. 

Hans cock was getting harder as his orgasm was building intensely. Rachel continued to move her lips over his head before reaching around and placing her index finger towards his ass where she pushed a little to gauge his response. He moved his legs apart more and she pushed a little further before her finger was  knuckle deep inside him. 

Whilst enjoying the feeling of her finger, the wanking of his shaft and the sucking on the head of his cock Hans kept speaking to Rachel in German. He could tell she was enjoying it as she playfully giggled and told him she wanted him to cum all over her face. Hans smiled, he loved doing this and couldn’t wait to blow his load onto her. 

As she felt him getting close his moans got louder and she told him to cum over and over again. She moved her mouth from his cock and focused on wanking his cock with one hand while her finger was still in his ass. He released a loud moan and his hips started to shake as his cock thrust forward. He reached down and grabbed his cock in his hand as Rachel knelt in front of him, her mouth open waiting for his load to be fired out. She removed her finger from his ass and told him to blow it all over her. Hans was right on the edge and as requested his cum shot from his cock onto Rachel's face, hitting her nose and top lip as she looked up at him and he took his final few strokes before leaning back to rest against the wall. 

Rachel remained on her knees as Hans looked down at her. She wiped the cum from her face into her mouth and licked her fingers. Rachel appreciated the taste of his cum and as she smiled and stood up, kissing him with her cum soaked lips, she reached for his hand and placed it on her pussy telling him to get on his knees, it was her turn now...