There was something about her, something that few had. A kind of aura, a feeling you had when she walked into the room. It was not so much what she sa...id, no, she said very little. It was simply her presence that made you fascinate, even at this age. Back then we were actually always in the same class from high school to high school. Anyway, this story is about the 9th grade. Back then it was a tradition to go to the ski camp in this grade. That was somewhere in nowhere in Austria, and. I took my time washing that gorgeous leg, glancing up at that nearly shaven pubic area. I stood up straight as she turned to present the other leg to me. As she turned, her good hand brushed against my raging rod. Was it a deliberate brush, or did she even notice? When ai looked at her face she was still looking at my cock. And smiling.It could have been worse. Way worse, She could have had a hissy fit, hit me screamed at me, called me a pervert, or worst of all, cried that cry of total. He intastnly said that he did and I told her he can have more with her if he likes.Wife finished pee eventually with some more moans of relief.She stood up and head for the water to clean her pussy a bit.After she came out the guy talked to her and had a chance to know each other a bit more.She told him that we are in the swing and cuck style and he smiled.He approached her and she knealed in front of him and suck his fat cock as good as she could.He wanted to fuck her very much!I had no. I ran my hand up and down her arm and shoulder trying to warm her up. She reached around, grabbed my hand and pulled it across her chest. My heart skipped a beat as she placed it right between her tits. She said, "Hold me tight against you. It's the only way we'll get warm." So I did. (Gladly)I began rubbing my hand all over her cold chest. I tried to not be too obvious about it, but every now and then I'd cup her entire breast in my hand. I was running my hand all over her, from her neck down.