He grabbed me by the shoulders, then turned me around so my back was facing him and pushed me down on my hands and knees.  Still standing, I could hear his shallow, quick breath as he grasped my hips and lifted me slightly, with my upper body pressed close to the bed.  His long, thick fingers played with me, ensuring that I was still wet and compliant… he nearly got the job done with nothing more than his touch, but I knew the best was yet to come.  As he stroked me insistently, I felt his other hand behind me guide the way, and he pierced me with one long stroke.  We were moaning with surprise and satisfaction, joined together in mutual animal passion, never getting enough of each other.  He was slow and steady at first, trying to keep the rhythm of his fingers and his cock in unison, but his pace quickened with every thrust.  He squeezed my ass and spread my cheeks, his fingers tickling me as I instinctively pushed against him, and between hot breaths he was saying some amazing things to me… I didn’t know what some of it meant, but it sounded beautiful.

“Ahh, si… fortemente… good, good…”, Nicolas murmured thickly as he pounded away at me. 

He was attentive to me, and I was overcome at least three times… when I could, I squeezed him and took him in, milking him until he gave in as well.  Hearing his loud, relieved moans and feeling him shudder against me in one last hard thrust was the most exhilarating experience I’d ever had.

            Well, I’d like to be able to tell you that I spent the rest of my vacation in much the same manner, but all good stories have to end eventually.  The blizzard was over before dawn, and a helicopter arrived later that morning to take us back to Alagna.  Joy and Jason were waiting for me at the airport, but before I joined up with them, Nicolas and I shared one last embrace,  I would have liked to maintain contact with him, but our language barriers would not extend past the bedroom, so we reluctantly parted ways.  For obvious reasons, I never told my friends about my adventure.  They wouldn’t believe me anyway.

It was a stressful beginning, but I think it turned out very well.  I discovered there’s a lot of kindness from strangers out there – in varying degrees.  Some bring you coffee, and some bring you a whole lot more  The next time I take a vacation, however, I think I’ll stick to an English-speaking country… or at least someplace that doesn’t have snow.