Stormy Weather (Jeff)
The storm hit overnight like a freight train, blanketing the village in a relentless curtain of snow that showed no signs of letting up. I woke to the sound of wind howling against the farm's wooden shutters, the world outside reduced to a swirling white haze. No visibility, no lifts running, no chance of hitting the slopes. The ski school's app had already pinged with cancellations for the day, advising everyone to stay indoors and wait it out. Part of me was disappointed... the adrenaline from the past few lessons had become addictive, a sharp contrast to the dull routine I'd left behind in DC. But another part, the one that had been replaying yesterday's shed encounter on a loop, felt a thrill of anticipation. What now? Would Jonas text? Would we pick up where we'd left off?
I didn't have to wait long. My phone buzzed on the nightstand as I sipped my morning coffee, steam rising in the chilly room. It was him.
Storm's a beast. No lessons, obviously. But I've got a plan to beat the cold. Booked a private spa suite at Hotel Picia Olp in Corvara for the afternoon/evening. Sauna, steam room, hot tub... all to ourselves. Meet me at 3? Trust me, it'll be worth it.
My pulse jumped. A spa suite? Private? The emoji said everything the words didn't. Heat in the middle of a blizzard. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering. Yesterday had been impulsive, raw: a handjob and blowjob in a damn equipment shed. But this? This felt deliberate, like stepping over a line I hadn't even known was there. My body responded before my brain could catch up, cock stirring in my thermals at the memory of Jonas's mouth, hot and eager. I'd jerked off twice last night thinking about it, about him. No regrets, just a gnawing want for more.
I'm in. See you at 3.
The walk to the hotel was brutal, snow up to my calves, wind biting through my jacket, but the anticipation kept me warm. Hotel Picia Olp was one of the upscale spots in Corvara, all alpine charm with stone facades and glowing lanterns framing the entrance. I shook off the snow in the lobby, checked in at the spa desk, and changed in the locker room: swim trunks that felt too tight already, a plush white robe over top. The attendant handed me a key card for the suite and pointed down a quiet hallway lined with soft lighting and the faint scent of eucalyptus.
Jonas was waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall casually, but his eyes lit up when he saw me. He was in a matching robe, untied at the front, revealing swim shorts that hugged his lean hips and the subtle definition of his abs. His blond hair was tousled from the storm, scruff a day thicker, giving him that effortlessly sexy edge. "You made it. Thought the snow might bury you."
"Would've dug my way out for this." I grinned, but my voice came out huskier than intended.
He swiped the card and ushered me in. The suite was intimate and luxurious, a world away from the blizzard raging outside. Dim recessed lights cast a warm glow over teak wood paneling, and the air hummed with the soft bubble of the hot tub in the center: a large, circular basin with jets already churning the water into frothy invitation. To one side, a Finnish sauna with glass doors and tiered benches; opposite, a steam room shrouded in misty blue tiles. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed the storm, snowflakes whipping against the glass like a private show. Towels were stacked neatly, essential oils on a side table, and a small fridge stocked with chilled water and fruit-infused drinks. No one else around. Just us.
"Impressive," I said, shedding my robe and hanging it on a hook. Underneath, my trunks did little to hide the growing bulge. Jonas's eyes dropped there briefly, a smile tugging at his lips.
"Figured we needed a proper warm-up after yesterday's quickie." He stepped closer, robe falling open further, exposing more of his smooth, toned chest. Light blond hair dusted his pecs sparingly, leading down to that tantalizing trail below his navel. "And time to explore without rushing."
My mouth went dry. "Explore?"
He closed the distance, hands finding my waist, pulling me flush. His body was warm, firm against mine. Lean muscle contrasting my beefier build. "Yeah. Starting now."
His lips crashed into mine, the kiss hungry from the start. Tongues tangled, wet and insistent, his scruff scraping my beard in a way that sent sparks down my spine. I groaned into his mouth, hands roaming his back, feeling the play of muscles under skin. He tasted like mint and anticipation, and when he nipped my lower lip, I felt it straight to my cock, which hardened fully against his thigh.
We broke apart panting, foreheads pressed together. "Sauna first," he murmured. "Get you all hot and sweaty."
He led me in, the dry heat enveloping us like a blanket... intense, almost overwhelming at first. We stripped off our trunks without a word, tossing them aside. Naked now, sweat beading instantly on our skin. Jonas's cock hung semi-hard between his legs, long and slender, foreskin partially retracted to reveal the pink head. Mine was thicker, veined, already at full attention, the dark hair at the base matted with the first sheen of perspiration. We sat on the top bench, thighs touching, the wood warm under our asses.
"Touch me," he said, voice low and commanding.
I reached over, wrapping my hand around his shaft. It pulsed in my grip, hardening quickly as I stroked slow, from base to tip. Precum beaded at the slit, slicking my palm. He mirrored me, his fingers encircling my cock... firm, knowing strokes that made my hips twitch.
"Like that?" he asked, thumb circling my head.
"Fuck yes."
We jerked each other in the stifling heat, sweat trickling down our bodies. It made everything glide smoother, skin slick and shiny. His free hand explored my chest, fingers tangling in the dark hair there, pinching a nipple until I hissed. Mine slid down his lean thigh, cupping his balls: smooth, heavy, drawing up slightly under my touch.
The heat built inside and out, breaths coming shorter. Jonas leaned in, kissing my neck, sucking a mark just below my beard. "Want my mouth on you?"
I nodded, unable to form words.
He slid off the bench and knelt between my spread legs, the lower level putting him at perfect height. Sweat dripped from his brow as he leaned in, inhaling deeply at my crotch. The musky scent of sweat and arousal. "You smell so good."
His tongue flicked out, licking a slow stripe from my balls up the underside of my shaft. I groaned, head falling back. He took his time, teasing: lapping at the head, swirling around the ridge, tasting the precum leaking steadily now. Then he sucked me in, lips stretching around my girth, hot wet heat enveloping me inch by inch.
"Jesus, Jonas..."
He bobbed slow, deliberate, hollowing his cheeks for suction that made my toes curl. One hand stroked the base, twisting gently, while the other massaged my balls, rolling them in his palm. Spit mixed with sweat, dripping down to my taint. He pulled off occasionally to breathe, licking along the veins, sucking the head like candy.
I gripped his hair, damp blond strands slipping through my fingers, guiding him deeper. He took it, throat relaxing, nose brushing my pubes. The vibration of his hum sent jolts through me. I was close already, balls tightening, but he sensed it and slowed, edging me back from the brink.
"Not yet," he murmured, lips brushing my inner thigh. "Turn around. Hands on the bench."
I did, knees on the lower bench, ass presented. The heat made me dizzy, but the anticipation sharpened everything. Jonas's hands spread my cheeks, thumbs brushing my hole. "So hairy. So fucking hot."
Then his tongue was there: flat, wet, licking a broad stripe over my entrance. I moaned loud, echoing in the small space. He rimmed me slow at first, circling the tight ring, teasing the sensitive skin. Sweat and spit made it slick, his scruff scratching my ass cheeks in the best way.
"Fuck... that feels..."
He pushed deeper, tongue probing inside, fucking me with it in shallow thrusts. One hand reached between my legs to stroke my cock in time, the other gripping my hip. The dual sensation, tongue in my ass, hand on my dick, had me shaking, prostate tingling with every lap.
He ate me out like he was starving, moaning against my skin, the vibrations adding to the torment. His tongue delved deeper, swirling, lapping at the musky taste. I pushed back against his face, grinding, lost in the heat and pleasure.
After what felt like forever, he pulled back, lips shiny, eyes dark with lust. "Hot tub now. I need you in the water."
We stumbled out of the sauna, bodies glistening, cocks throbbing untouched but aching. The cooler air of the suite was a shock, but we sank into the hot tub immediately, jets pounding our backs. Jonas pulled me onto his lap, our erections sliding together under the bubbles.
"More?" he asked, hand wrapping around both of us, stroking in unison.
"More," I confirmed, kissing him deep, tasting myself on his tongue.
The evening stretched ahead, storm forgotten, just us and the building heat.
... To be continued
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