A day on the slopes filled Trish with a high, fueled by endorphins. The cold, the swish of the skis, the speed of the downhill sent her heart soaring.

It had been over a year since she was able to enjoy time to herself on the slopes. This trip had been carefully planned for the last few months with decisions made that only concerned her needs and wants.

The original plan had included a couples get away with she and Brody finally getting much needed alone time. Brody had been involved in a harrowing personal injury case that took him away for days on end deposing witnesses and compiling testimonies.

It should have come to a final verdict, but instead new evidence surfaced. The case was extended, and Brody could not get away. So Trish came by herself and made sure that she spoiled herself with a luxury suite complete with fireplaces in each room, luxurious bathrooms, and lots of expensive red wine.

She entered the ski lodge, stomped the snow off her boots, and prepared for an evening of relaxing by the fire and sipping wine to some soft jazz. Without Brody here, she didn’t want to become lost in her loneliness that was already welling deep inside.

The clerk stopped her on the way to her unit.

“Ma’am! We have a message for you!”

It was from Brody. “Hey, Babe! Just wanted to tell you to have a good time and relax! A surprise is waiting for you.”

Trish smiled. Just like him to avoid texting on the phone. He loved doing things his own way. Maybe he was sending her some flowers. Maybe he was sending her him!

She smiled at the clerk, thanked her, and headed for the elevator. Still smiling to herself she entered the elevator along with a couple, who seemed to be caught up in their own world. The woman glanced over to her shyly.

“We’re on our honeymoon.” The man reached around and gave the woman a lingering kiss. Trish looked away not wanting to intrude, but relishing the love between the two and missing Brody even more.

Trish’s suite was on the top floor, chosen for its views of the slopes and the lake. This particular resort was where she and Brody had met only two short years ago. It was here that they had discovered each other and fell hard for each other. Marriage was not an option for either one, but there was a spark, a connection between them that could not be denied.

The couple left the elevator on the second floor holding each other tightly and giggling together. Trish grinned to herself and gazed at the door as it shut. Lucky guys! The usual ping of the elevator brought Trish to life as she reached her floor.

The carpet down the hall was plush, as were the furnishings, but it went unnoticed as she half ran down the hall hoping he was there waiting. As she slid the keycard into the slot on her door, her mind shot to Brody’s promise of a surprise waiting for her.

Could he be in the suite waiting? Her heart raced at the thought, and she flung the door open. “Brody!”

Only a darkened entry greeted her. Nothing. If a camera had taken a picture at that moment, it would have caught how her face fell. She silently entered the living room and peered through the patio door overlooking the resort.

The views were spectacular. Snow was falling again promising a fresh new layer of powder for tomorrow. The blue waters of Lake Tahoe glistened in the dying sun as it fell behind the mountains casting a coral and purple glow in the sky.

Trish did not see the brilliant sunset, nor did she appreciate the view. Her mind was on the enormous hole she felt in her heart without Brody there with her. Sighing, she turned toward the fireplace and flipped the switch that controlled the flame. Next to the mantle was an entertainment center that held a large screen television and stereo system.

Absent-mindedly, Trish turned the system on already set on soft jazz. She sauntered over to the wet bar on the opposite wall and poured herself a glass of red wine from the carafe which had been left to breathe a few hours earlier at her request before she hit the slopes.

She strolled into the master bedroom sipping the wine. She flicked the light switch as she walked into the ensuite. The bathroom was luxurious and spa-like. The shower was a walk-in shower with all of the bells and whistles one would expect in a luxury condo including a surround rainshower head system and music piped in. A special touch was the shower tablets that were supplied. As the water poured from the head, the tablet released scents of sandalwood and lavender into the room.

The water streamed hot filling the room with scented steam. Trish stripped from her leggings and thermal underclothing. Peering at herself in the mirror, she turned this way and that examining her body. Not bad for an old broad. Her tummy was still tight and her legs were toned from training sessions at her gym. Trish was determined to stay in shape in spite of turning 45 this year. Beside, she could not let herself go with all of the young hot bodies around Brody at his law office. Brody was 10 years her younger, and Trish was determined to stay ahead of the competition.

One more sip of wine, she raised her glass at her image sending a toast to herself and stepped into the shower. And she broke down. Holding herself up against the shower wall, she let the tears flow.

God, I miss you, Brody! Do you miss me, or are you too busy?

Her mind imagined Brody sidling up to her and wrapping her in his arms. She closed her eyes and let her hands wander down her body as she soaped up. She squeezed her nipples imagining her hands as Brody’s. Head arched back, she let her mind wander to how his hands caressed her body exploring each and every curve.

The tears stopped flowing as she moved fingers between her thighs, teasing against her most private lips. She was becoming aroused as her hands were his, moving fingers in and around her clit and stimulating her regions just as he would have done. Well, almost.

“Ah….” She moaned as she continued her self ministrations.

It felt good, but it wasn’t Brody, she sighed.

Reaching over, she turned the water off and searched for the towel just outside the shower door. A hand touched hers. She gasped as her eyes shot open. Brody!

He laughed at her surprised look. “Hey, Babe!”

She flew into his arms, wet and dripping from the shower. He gathered her up and carried her to the bed. He had lit the fire on the wall opposite and had turned the linens down. Laying her gently, he covered her mouth with his, crushing against her as his hands explored her body.

Her nipples hardened; they ached for his mouth. His hands became urgently rough, yet tender on her skin. Desire building as he wrapped his fingers around her breasts and as he bit and licked her erect nipples. She moved her hand toward his shaft and began massaging his already hard member.

His breathing increased as hers matched breath for breath. Arching against his body, she moaned, “Please.”

“Oh, yes, Princess.” He lowered himself between her thighs licking and biting her aroused bud, and entered her inner regions with his fingers greedily drinking her juices as she orgasmed quickly. She grabbed his head between her hands and held them there while the pulses of her passion subsided.

Her hips arched as she begged him once more. “Please, take me now!”

Nothing else was said. Brody raised himself on his forearms watching her intently, fire burned from his eyes. Trish’s hooded eyes told him all he needed to know. She was ready for him, and he was ready for her.

Thrusting hard, he plunged deep inside her. The walls of her tunnel clenched his erection in throbs as she began to edge once more. Trish was multi-orgasmic, and overtly sensitive to Brody’s touch. She gasped at the size of him inside her and the power of his plunges.

Brody groaned as the rhythm took its own beat. Bucking into him, she wrapped her legs around his hips holding him tight. Electricity shot between them as they came closer and closer to the edge.

Trish reached between her mound and his pelvis finding her clit there and pressing in circles between him and her. She could stand no more, and released with a scream and hard pulsations. Brody growled and threw his head back, eyes rolling.

He collapsed with satiety on top of her as she continued her orgasm, juices flowing, panting.

Spent, she let go. He raised himself back up on his forearms and gazed at her again. Watching her intently, he kissed her eyes. She reached up and held him tight as her lips met his.

The hunger built as the two became locked together. He rolled over onto his back holding her against him. Neither wanted to let go of the other, so Trish climbed on top of him and lay on his chest.

This was heaven. Brody stroked her hair as they remained intertwined. Trish began undulating her hips against him as she felt him harden once more. She slid her hands between his legs and their stomachs and began kneading and massaging his coming erection. Released from their kiss, she continued to tease and grind against him. Before long, his erection was more than evident, and she guided him inside of her.

Hips gyrating, a slow burn began building to panting and bucking. Bodies wrapped together in raw, primal sex that became a dance of moans and groans. Brody sensed Trish’s impending orgasm as pulsations and throbs tightened and released around his shaft. He held her hips as she arched her back releasing once more with a scream, “Oh, God!”

She began pumping her hips, hair falling into her eyes as she stared into Brody. He was not sure she saw him, but was drawn into her passion. Moving with deeper thrusts, he gazed as she came again. Her juices seeping around his member.

She rode his hips harder and harder, head thrown back. He bucked and thrusted deeper and deeper sounding out groans and moans in quick bursts nearing his own orgasm.

Tightening inside her, the urgency of her sex lead him over the edge as he burst inside of her. A loud groan accompanied his climax as she crumpled on top of him. Breathing, panting, sweat mingled with his, hair a tangled mess, she began giggling.

“Oh, my God, Brody!”

“Ummm …. Yes?”

“You made it!”

“Yep, I’m here! And all yours!”

Wow very interesting but I didn't read it sha