Ski Trip – Day 1

Michael is one of my favorite clients.  He’s a civil attorney who’s recently divorced from a wife of 20 years.  His two children are grown up and have just started college.  Michael found me through one of my online ads;  I was the fourth professional he’d seen and I have been his exclusive provider for the past four months. He’s told me that he just doesn’t have the time or the energy to invest in building a relationship with someone else at this point and enjoys being able to fuck recreationally when the urge hits him.  He enjoys seeing me because, as he puts it, he can “engage [me] mentally and physically.”

He’d originally planned to take me to Las Vegas a few weeks ago, but that fell through as a result of a case he was working on.  We’d also discussed going skiing on several occasions as well, however.  On more than one occasion I brought up the subject of Jackson Hole and its world-renown slopes.  As it turned out, he’d been to JH once before and was somewhat familiar with it.  With that in mind, he suggested we go on a little excursion to Jackson for a few days as a consolation for not being able to make it to Vegas.  I was all about that!  It would be my first out of town travel appointment with/for a client.

When Monday arrived I got up early, anxious to get on with the trip.  As I was getting ready I checked our flight schedule online.  The damn flight was already delayed an hour and we hadn’t even gotten to the airport yet!  Instead of departing at 10:15, it was now scheduled for 11:15.  Oh, well, that meant I didn’t have to rush to get out the door.  I left about 9:30 and it took me about 20 minutes to get to the airport.  I can hop right on 280 and 101 and get there in a matter of minutes from where I live.  I parked my car, caught the tram to the terminal, and found Michael waiting for me.  I kissed him and apologized for being a bit later than I intended.

As we headed over to check in I told him I needed to check in separately since my reservations were under my real name (which he does not know).  I also told him I’d check to see if I can get us adjoining seats when we got to the gate (since we’d made separate reservations, we’d ended up with seats in different parts of the plane).  We got our tickets and headed through the security checkpoint.  The lines weren’t long at all and we got through without a hitch.  I had seriously contemplated carrying through a bottle of Astroglide in a plastic baggie just for the hell of it, but elected not to when I was packing.  With all of the ridiculous shit you have to go through to get on an airplane these days, I figured it’d be best not to push things.

When we got to the gate there were no adjoining seats available, so we decided we’d try to get someone to switch with one of us when we got on the aircraft.  Five minutes after we sat down, they announced that they’d rescheduled our flight again, and now had it leaving at 11:48.  Fucking hell!   That would put us arriving in SLC too late to catch our flight to Jackson Hole.   *sigh*  I have flown Delta countless times and maybe ten of those they were able to get me where I was going on time.  Every single other fucking time, they’ve gotten me to my destination late.  Assholes. 

Anyway, we went back up to the counter and had her check the next available flight to Jackson out of Salt Lake; it left at 5:55 PM and arrived in JAC at 7:05, a good three hours later than we’d planned.  Fortunately they had some seats available on that flight, so we had them go ahead and put us on it, knowing there was no way we’d get on our original flight even if we left SFO on time (and given the way things had been going, that was just too much to risk).

We finally got on the plane at 11:45 and managed to get away from the gate about Noon.  The flight to SLC was uneventful and we spent most of it talking about our skiing techniques and what we did or didn’t remember. When we landed we deplaned and headed into the bowels of the airport to locate a place to eat.  We found an area with a collection of restaurants, including a Burger King!  Woohoo!  I haven’t had one of their burgers in a long while, so I got me a Whopper Junior.   Michael got a couple of slices of pizza at the Sbarros, and then we shared a Cinnabun.  Cinnabun = orgasm for the mouth. 

Michael spent the rest of the time before our flight to Jackson taking care of business on the phone while I shopped in the somewhat anemic collection of stores in the terminals.  I detest long layovers in airports, especially when it is the fault of the airline (which it almost invariably is).  I didn’t buy anything, though, other than a People magazine to read while we were waiting for the next leg of our journey.

Our flight to Jackson took off just a few minutes late (of course).  As we flew out of SLC and headed over the mountains, you could see all of the snow that has accumulated on them over the winter.  Sadly, it was getting dark – I’d hoped we’d get into Jackson before the sun went down and it got too dark to see the mountains.  One of my favorite things about flying into Jackson is landing right next to the Tetons.  You get out and stand before those jagged mountains that rise for thousands of feet literally right before you.  It is simply stunning.  As it turns out it probably wouldn’t have made much difference, though.  We were in the clouds until just before we touched down, so there’s little chance we’d have seen the mountains even if it had been light out.

The Jackson airport doesn’t have jetways, either.  You have to get into the airport by walking down the mobile stairs out onto the tarmac and then a few hundred feet to the terminal building.  I walked out of the plane into a wind with a temperature of around 8 degrees – the wind chill had to be several degrees below zero.  Very, very cold!  OMG, I haven’t been in temps like this in several years!  It was quite invigorating.

We went into the airport to await the arrival of our luggage.  The terminal had been remodeled since the last time I was there, and some things seemed more compacted than I recalled from previous trips.  We were there with at least one other airplane’s worth of people, so folks are everywhere waiting on their shit.  Ours showed up after about ten minutes.  I watched our stuff while Michael went over and waited in another long line to get the car he’d rented for us.  I spent the time catching up on my Twitter.

When he was done, we walked out to the car (an SUV, as it turns out), loaded up, and headed into Jackson to find a place to eat.  The town looks just like I remembered it – a Western, mountainish, touristy kind of place.  As we approached the main intersection in the middle of town, I saw the huge antler arches you can see as the centerpiece in the web cam photos.  They were lit up for the evening, and I teared up a little.  As I’ve mentioned before, this whole area has such a spiritual aura for me, so when I see those little markers from my memory that connect me to the place, I get a bit emotional.  I don’t think Michael noticed as I reached up and wiped my eyes.

We found a place that sells bar-b-cue , Bubbas, and agreed to stop there.  I wasn’t prepared for the, um, ambiance of the place.  It was a bit noisier than I’d prefer and the seating was a bit too close to the other customers for my taste, but figured I’d live.  We were seated, ordered our food, and ate.  Not too bad, but it wasn’t Corkys.¹

After we finished eating we headed out to Teton Village on the west side of town to check into the hotel.  He hadn’t told me where we would be staying at that point, so when we drove up to the Four Seasons Resort, I nearly passed out.  The place is stunning.  I didn’t bring my camera, so I’ve appropriated a couple of photos from their web site.  I know the room rates here can run into the thousands per night, so I tried to contain my excitement at being able to stay in a place like this at someone else’s expense. 

The lobby of this hotel is very well appointed; wow, it was just gorgeous.  And they have a Ski Concierge!  Ha! Supposedly, Michael had already taken care of our ski rentals, lift tickets, and everything else we’d be needing the next two days.  He got us checked in and the bellman took our bags up.  He’d arranged for us to have adjoining rooms on the 3rd floor.

The bellman placed my bag on the little baggage stand and headed out.  I spent some time freshening up and knocked on the common door between our rooms.  I kissed him and thanked him for bringing me to Jackson, then sank down to my knees, unbuckled his belt, tugged his pants down below his knees, and took his flaccid erect cock into my mouth.  I managed to get him hard as a rock rather quickly.  Looking up, I asked, “Do you want to fuck me, or do you just want a quick blowjob?”

“I think a nice little blowjob would be good.  I’m a bit tired and we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

I began sucking his cock vigorously, taking him further into my mouth each time.  My throat finally relaxed to the point where I could get him all the way in.  I gave him one of my hand’s free blowjobs – the kind that takes forever to build up but once it does is very intense.  Fifteen minutes later, I had a mouthful of cum, which I swallowed.  I drew the last drops of semen from his cock, and cleaned him off with my tongue.  I got up and we made small talk for a bit.  We agreed to meet at 8AM the next day for breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant.

I retired to my room, turned the television on to watch the Australian Open tennis matches, caught up on some e-mails and forums that I read, and called Nikki to let her know I was okay.  As I was talking to her, I walked out onto the balcony of my room to find an absolutely incredible view of the southern end of the Teton Mountains.  Even at night, with the range bathed in the ambient light, they’re absolutely awe-inspiring.  It was too cold for me to stay out there absorbing the view right then, though, so I had to come back in.  My little toes were getting cold! 

After getting caught up on everything, I masturbated and then headed off into lala land in the nice, poofy, king-sized bed.  As I drifted off to sleep, I found myself still amazed that I get paid to do this.

Day 2: Skiing, skiing, and more skiing. Or so we’d planned.

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