A Ski Bunny Tale...
Introduction
While some of George's guest flew in for the party
others attended from neighboring cities; regard-
less George treated all his guests to limousine
service for the evening. For one daring couple it
was not only their first party, it was their first
"George" party. It is their tale that is presented
below...
Chapter I
Our “Snow Bunny” adventure began long before entering the cozy confine of our Park City destination. In fact the first
thing I requested from our host upon arrival were directions to the nearest restroom vanity. My hair looked like I had
just exited a wind tunnel, my face adored freshly smeared red-glossy lipstick, and the buttons on my shirt were
obviously repositioned in a hurry…. and in the dark.
I remember the look of hesitation on Ann’s face when she asked “what happened to you ?” I responded with “ I just
got attacked by three women in the limo” “Lucky You” was Ann’s response. Lucky me, I most certainly had to agree
with her because “attacked” was probably not the best choice of words. “Pleasured by three women” would have
been a more candid turn of phrase.
In preparation for the Snow Bunny event my spouse and I arranged to be picked up by our limo with another couple
who we had just met, and hooked up with ( yum yum ) a week before. They had also asked another couple to join
us, who until now, we had never met before. Hot, doesn’t even begin to describe the ladies making up our
contribution to George’s festivity. Each of the three wives were decked out in stunning fashion that accentuated their
inviting figures. Plunging necklines, alluring perfumes, perfectly tan legs, and silky lace positively heightened my
sexual appetite.
Our trio entered an awaiting full-stretch limo with anticipation that began building weeks ago. With so many
unknowns our excitement escalated to a fevered pitch. Where are we going, who is going to be there, and who the
heck is this George guy? Questions...they would soon be answered.
As our limo made its through the front gates guarding our friend’s estate, and eased down the road to who knows
where, a pop from the uncorking of a champagne bottle echoed throughout the cabin and ushered in sounds of a
sparkling mist. Glasses clinked together toasting the beginning of new friendships, events worthy of a Penthouse
publication, and steamy memories that will undoubtedly be reflected upon with a satisfying grin or revitalizing
smirk.
A few minutes of fidgeting with the abundant switches and buttons scattered about our carriage and a black privacy
screen slowly signaled the arrival of playtime as it elevated into position. Within seconds the subtle sounds of soft
kissing embraced the atmosphere. Small talk and laughing was soon replaced with wipers and sensual sighs of
budding pleasure. Fingertips began to roam across zones of softness and regions of intense firmness. The cabin
lights were dim but still illuminated the sensual scene as it deepened in eroticism. Drivers in adjacent vehicles or
pedestrians on foot were oblivious to the events that were unfolding behind the smoked glass windows of our
theater on wheels. Passion embraced individuals who twenty minutes before were mere strangers. Zippers were
teased open and lace accessories adorned leather seats like a Victoria Secrets display case. “Wait we’re stopping”
these words pierced the melody of emotions. “Are we there?” soon followed as our driver shutoff the engine and
made his way up the steps of the house positioned in direct view from our side window. Articles of clothing began to
find their rightful owners and giggles replaced sighs of passion. Within minutes the rear limo door opened and in
stepped another couple… eyes glazed over with intimidation. “Welcome to the party” one of us shouted. Ear to ear
smiles accompanied their greeting and unless they read this account chances are they will never know that it wasn’t
the empty champagne bottles creating the blissful atmosphere that awaited them.
Our new guests graciously introduced themselves. We found humor in the fact that none of us were actually sitting
next to our rightful partners and playfully claimed the person positioned nearby for our own spouse. Two more stops
in route to our final Snow Bunny hideout introduced additional party guests totally unmindful of the events that coated
tempered glass with a steamy mist.
George, when I get a chance I will write up a story for the party and our trip home. Needless to say your event is
etched in our memories forever.
Thanks again
S. & C.
While some of George's guest flew in for the party
others attended from neighboring cities; regard-
less George treated all his guests to limousine
service for the evening. For one daring couple it
was not only their first party, it was their first
"George" party. It is their tale that is presented
below...
Chapter I
Our “Snow Bunny” adventure began long before entering the cozy confine of our Park City destination. In fact the first
thing I requested from our host upon arrival were directions to the nearest restroom vanity. My hair looked like I had
just exited a wind tunnel, my face adored freshly smeared red-glossy lipstick, and the buttons on my shirt were
obviously repositioned in a hurry…. and in the dark.
I remember the look of hesitation on Ann’s face when she asked “what happened to you ?” I responded with “ I just
got attacked by three women in the limo” “Lucky You” was Ann’s response. Lucky me, I most certainly had to agree
with her because “attacked” was probably not the best choice of words. “Pleasured by three women” would have
been a more candid turn of phrase.
In preparation for the Snow Bunny event my spouse and I arranged to be picked up by our limo with another couple
who we had just met, and hooked up with ( yum yum ) a week before. They had also asked another couple to join
us, who until now, we had never met before. Hot, doesn’t even begin to describe the ladies making up our
contribution to George’s festivity. Each of the three wives were decked out in stunning fashion that accentuated their
inviting figures. Plunging necklines, alluring perfumes, perfectly tan legs, and silky lace positively heightened my
sexual appetite.
Our trio entered an awaiting full-stretch limo with anticipation that began building weeks ago. With so many
unknowns our excitement escalated to a fevered pitch. Where are we going, who is going to be there, and who the
heck is this George guy? Questions...they would soon be answered.
As our limo made its through the front gates guarding our friend’s estate, and eased down the road to who knows
where, a pop from the uncorking of a champagne bottle echoed throughout the cabin and ushered in sounds of a
sparkling mist. Glasses clinked together toasting the beginning of new friendships, events worthy of a Penthouse
publication, and steamy memories that will undoubtedly be reflected upon with a satisfying grin or revitalizing
smirk.
A few minutes of fidgeting with the abundant switches and buttons scattered about our carriage and a black privacy
screen slowly signaled the arrival of playtime as it elevated into position. Within seconds the subtle sounds of soft
kissing embraced the atmosphere. Small talk and laughing was soon replaced with wipers and sensual sighs of
budding pleasure. Fingertips began to roam across zones of softness and regions of intense firmness. The cabin
lights were dim but still illuminated the sensual scene as it deepened in eroticism. Drivers in adjacent vehicles or
pedestrians on foot were oblivious to the events that were unfolding behind the smoked glass windows of our
theater on wheels. Passion embraced individuals who twenty minutes before were mere strangers. Zippers were
teased open and lace accessories adorned leather seats like a Victoria Secrets display case. “Wait we’re stopping”
these words pierced the melody of emotions. “Are we there?” soon followed as our driver shutoff the engine and
made his way up the steps of the house positioned in direct view from our side window. Articles of clothing began to
find their rightful owners and giggles replaced sighs of passion. Within minutes the rear limo door opened and in
stepped another couple… eyes glazed over with intimidation. “Welcome to the party” one of us shouted. Ear to ear
smiles accompanied their greeting and unless they read this account chances are they will never know that it wasn’t
the empty champagne bottles creating the blissful atmosphere that awaited them.
Our new guests graciously introduced themselves. We found humor in the fact that none of us were actually sitting
next to our rightful partners and playfully claimed the person positioned nearby for our own spouse. Two more stops
in route to our final Snow Bunny hideout introduced additional party guests totally unmindful of the events that coated
tempered glass with a steamy mist.
George, when I get a chance I will write up a story for the party and our trip home. Needless to say your event is
etched in our memories forever.
Thanks again
S. & C.
