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Denise goes Skiing 1/2
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DENISE GOES SKIING 1/2
by Relaxxxer
The three day storm had lifted, leaving a three foot blanket of fresh
powder all over the mountains. The power-hounds would soon be up to make
first tracks, but many parts of the mountain posed a deadly threat of
avalanche. My duty with the Ski Patrol that day was to close off the
high-avalanche danger areas until they were deemed safe for skiers. This
is often done by firing percussion shells at the overhanging snow-banks,
safely triggering an avalanche while there are no skiers in sight.
I had just roped off the access trial to the East Ridge area when a cute
woman with long auburn hair in a green powder suit and bright chartreuse
headband skied toward me.
"HI! Why is that area over there closed?" she asked. The skin on her
checks was creamy white and slightly blushed by the winter morning cold.
She had full red lips, perfect straight teeth and a small nose. Her eyes
were completely hidden behind a pair of black-framed mirror sunglasses
"There's an extreme avalanche dander in the bowls under the ridge," I
answered. "We should be done bombing them about 10 o'clock, then we'll
open the area up." I was already sensing something mysteriously sexy
about this woman. The curves which showed through her powder suit were
part of it, but there was something more; something I couldn't quite put
my finger on.
I got a call on my radio from my supervisor asking about my progress and
when I'd be able to meet him at the bottom of the mountain. I told him
I'd be there shortly. I put my radio back in my backpack and noticed that
the woman I had just been speaking to was gone, and her ski tracks led
under the rope I had just placed and into the closed area. What was this
chick up to? I wondered. Didn't she realize that people die in
avalanches?
In any case, I wasn't going to let her kill herself if I could help it.
Plus, it wouldn't look good if someone was caught in an avalanche in a
closed area near where I just told my boss I was at. So I skid after her.
The access trial traverses the ridge just below the top in a rocky,
forested unskiable section, then comes out at the top of the ridge at a
wide curved cirque known during the winter as Paradise Bowl. While the
bowl looked like paradise now, the snow piled high by the wind could
easily break away, turning paradise into a cold white hell, encasing
unfortunate skiers in an icy tomb. As I stood at the edge of the woods
overlooking the bowl, the woman I had spoken with was standing at the top
of the ridge at the center of the bowl, her ski tips hanging out over the
edge of a huge overhanging cornice.
"Hey, get away from there!" I shouted out. "That snow ledge you're
standing on can go any second now."
But she wasn't going to listen. Instead she stuffed her long hair into
the hood of her powder suit and hollered back, "There you are! Let's go
skiing!"
"Are you nuts? Let me show you the snowcat road down the back. Its
probably safe"
She did not respond. Instead she launched herself off the edge of the
cornice, dropping 15 feet into the smooth powder below. During her first
three turns, I almost felt envious, this was a champagne powder day, and
those turns she made through the virgin snow looked pretty damn good.
As she made her fourth turn, a whole side of the slope sheared away. She
was quickly lost in the white cloud of flying snow as the avalanche roared
its way down the mountain.
My ski patrol training told me to get on the radio right away and report a
skier caught in an avalanche so that an organized search could begin
immediately, but how would I explain this incident happening in a closed
area right under my nose? My best hope was that she would be very lucky
and survive unhurt, then no one would know.
Once the snow in the air cleared, I carefully skied down near the edge of
the avalanche too much in shock to enjoy the fine powder. When I reached
the bottom of the slide I looked around for an arm, a ski, or something to
show where she ended up.
I didn't anything. I now had no choice but to call out a rescue party to
poke through the slide until we find her, hopefully still alive.
I had my radio in my hand, ready to call, when I heard a voice call out to
me. "Hey! Are you looking for me?"
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I shouted. "Don't you know
might have been killed in there!"
"Relax! will you! I know what I'm doing, I've done this before. I just
sort of swim on top of the slide and enjoy the ride. Its very
exhilarating -- better then sex!"
Obviously this woman was a strange breed. We exchanged names and I showed
her the route back to the open runs. The last part went down a steep,
wooded slope. I let her go ahead and I followed her though the powder
around trees and over jumps off rocks. She was an excellent skier and I
could barely keep up with her. I am always turned on by good woman
skiers. Focusing on Denise's round butt as I chased her through the
trees, this was no exception.
Once we reached the main runs, I had to get back to work. Denise skied
on.
***
That evening I was sitting a bar talking with my former girlfriend,
Roxanne, but it wasn't going well.
"How many times do I have to tell you, its over!" she said. I don't know
why she lost interest, and apparently talking to her wasn't going to do
any good. She turned and walked off.
I turned to my left and was surprised to see Denise, the woman who I had
seen ride the avalanche earlier that day, sitting on the bar stool next to
me. I hadn't seen her come in. Her thick auburn hair flowed back onto a
black ski jacket with green trim, which matched the green threads in her
amply filled out black sweater.
"Don't waste your waste your time with her," she said as she leaned
forward to take a sip of her drink, setting a full left breast on the bar.
"She has a new guy in her life now."
"How do you know that?" I asked, feeling irritated.
"I can read it in her body language," she replied. "She has the sparkle
and energy of someone just falling in love. And its not you. While I
could see the two of you have a history together, that's exactly what it
is - history. It's time for you to look elsewhere kiddo."
Who is this mysterious sexy woman who rides avalanches for fun and knows
so much about me? I wondered. Has who she been talking who? "So you could
read all of that in our body language?"
"Body language, voice inflection, and the general energy about people,"
she said. "You'd be surprised what you can pick up on people once you
learn to read all of the nonverbal communication."
I thought this was at least partly a crock of shit but I found it
fascinating nevertheless. "So what else can you read about me?"
She cast her big green eyes into mine for a moment, glanced up and down
for a moment, looked into my eyes again and said, "You'd like to take me
home and fuck me, but you consider yourself too much of a gentleman to
come out and say it."
I wouldn't have worded it that way, but she was right, I stumbled about
for a response. "Please, ahhh, I don't want you to get the wrong idea...
It's true that men often think about sex when meeting a woman, but that
doesn't mean we don't respect --"
"You don't need to apologize!" she said while laughing. "Its only natural.
Has it occurred to you that some women like to fuck too, and aren't
embarrassed to admit it?"
"Denise, I find your honesty very refreshing," I answered, although I have
to admit this much honesty was making be a little uncomfortable.
"Listen, since we're being honest with each other now, I don't yet have a
place to stay here in town. Maybe I could stay with you. I'll show the
most incredible sex you ever had."
"Well!" I said, laughing nervously. "That sounds like an offer I can't
refuse."
"Stop laughing," she said, again looking straight into my eyes. "When I
said 'the most incredible sex you ever had,' I wasn't kidding."
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