Part 24: Tigers in the snow
I was seventeen when I met my girlfriend for the first time. Her name was Dorothea, but everyone just called her Dora. But you know that already.
I don’t remember what it was that had attracted me to her in the first place. Her face, reddened by the cold, had been mostly hidden by her snow goggles. Her hair had been kept under a thick woolen cap, her figure concealed by the bulky ski suit. Her posture had been awkward, standing on the unfamiliar boards. I must have appeared in much the same way to her, but still we got talking, and we just clicked.
Four days we had together on the slope, before she had her unlucky fall and disappeared into hospital.
At this point, I had thought I would never see her again, until Lady Luck reunited us. I had met her again, lying in her bed, the injured leg bandaged up and she dressed only in her thin nighty. I had realized that this girl didn’t just have a fantastic personality, but also a fantastic body. I have been totally in love with her, body and soul, since that moment.
This had been almost a year earlier. Now it was me, dressed only in a flimsy hospital gown, ankle bandaged, lying in a bed while Dora sat on a chair next to me.
The day after Christmas, Dora had called, bubbling with good news. A friend of her father had rented a cabin in the Bavarian Alps, for his kids who loved to go skiing there. But a work emergency kept him from going, his children were too young to stay on their own and they were devastated. But with some adult friends to accompany them… well, so he had asked Dora’s dad, dad had asked Dora, Dora had asked her friend Karin, who had asked her friend Mark… and now it was my turn. I would go with them, wouldn’t I?
Of course I would. I would have preferred to spend the time alone with Dora, but a week skiing in the Alps? For free? With friends? Why, of course I would go.
Having to play the babysitter for two children dampened my enthusiasm a little bit, but Dora convinced me that they were good kids and we would go along splendidly. For certain, she had told me with a reassuring smile.
So we both had spent a frantic afternoon gathering up all the stuff we needed for a week abroad in the snow. Very early next morning, we piled our whole kit and caboodle at the door, waiting for the friend of Dora’s dad to drive us out to the country. We didn’t have to wait long until a sizable minivan drove up to us. The driver greeted first Dora, then me, and finally turned to introduce his children. “Those are my two rascals: Michaela and Theodor.”
Dora hid her laughter in a cough at the look on my face. Her surprise had succeeded. Mika welcomed me with a firm hug, and Teddy boxed me in the side. “Oh, you already know each other?”, their dad said. “That’s great.”
After a couple of hours, we had reached the cabin, which turned out to be a sizable piece of architecture, with enough space for the six of us. Our landlords, two brothers, showed us around the premise and demonstrated the wood fired oven and the diesel power generator for us.
When the elders had finally left – not without a bunch of hugs, admonitions and good wishes from the reluctant father – I finally had the chance to speak freely with Dora. “You left me thinking I was to herd around a bunch of little children. You just wait!” My first snowball went far, my second volley hit her dead on. But Dora wasn’t surrendering meekly, and her aim was unerring. Teddy and Mika joined in, without taking any side, and soon we were engaged in a glorious four-way snowball fight.
Exhausted and cold, but laughing, we retired to the warmth inside. The cabin was well build, with a comfortable common area with adjacent kitchen on the ground floor, together with a small but modern bathroom, and four cozy little bedrooms upstairs, warm and inviting under the slanted roof.
Teddy’s eyes got big again when Dora got rid of her bulky parka and her full round breasts were shown prominently under her pullover. “So, how’s Project Girlfriend progressing?”, Dora asked, noticing Teddy’s gaze. As expected, he just blushed and mumbled something indistinguishable. Mika took over. “Still working on it. But at least he learned how to talk to girls without choking. Right, little brother?” Teddy choked and started to cough.
Later in the afternoon, Karin and Mark joined us, having travelled in his car. Together we prepared dinner, and to our surprise, Teddy took on the role of Chef. Mark started to make fun of him for this, but as always Mika sprang to his defense. “To each their own. Teddy’s a great cook. So what’s your expertise? Standing still and looking cool?” That shut him up.
But it was true, Mark was the all-looks, no-brains type of guy. A few years older than the rest of us, broad-shouldered, blonde-maned and piercing blue eyes. But not the sharpest tool in the shed, as Dora remarked later when we snuggled in our bed. “Pretty to look at, but when I want something to look at, I can use an underwear catalogue.”
“So I am not for looking?”, I replied with mock indignation. “You are for touching”, she joked back and proceeded to do so, extensively and expertly.
We spend most of the days on the ski slopes, at first as a group on the easier tracks, but Mark soon got bored with the “baby hills” and took Karin with him for the more thrilling routes.
“I don’t like this guy.”, Dora remarked as they left. “Karin’s my best friend, and she adores him. But she could do better. And I don’t like him looking at me.”
“I thought you like attention.”, I replied, more as a joke, but she stayed serious.
“Well, yes, I do. But sometimes… He keeps staring at my boobs.”
I had to laugh. “Honey, everyone keeps staring at your boobs. They are enormously stareable” That made her laugh as well. We went on to have a lot of fun, without morose staring Mark. Even more than we could have had with him.
It was a wonderful bright sunny winter’s day. Dora and Mika had their heads together, whispering. They looked at us and giggled. “Have you heard about the newest trend?”, Mika turned to me. “Topless skiing!” Without another word, the girls proceeded to get rid of their parkas and pullovers, only stopping at the bras.
“Great for the blood circulation!” Dora pushed their clothes onto me and told us to go ahead and wait for them on the bottom of the hill. “You’ll have a great show!”, she promised. Slowly we drove down the slope, trying not to miss Dora and Mika rubbing sun cream all over each other. “Go on, you oafs!”, Mika shouted. “We’ll need our things later on.”
From the bottom of the slope we watched as the two stacked beauties sped down the hill. Their oiled skin glistened in the bright sunlight, their bras struggled to contain their massive mammaries, swaying with each turn, each swing.
They slowed down as they approached us, but didn’t stop. “Hey, where’s the brakes on these things? Catch me! Whee!”, Dora shouted with delight. She landed in my arms and we both tumbled to the ground. Mika came to a hold and showered us with powdery snow. Dora squealed as the cold stuff hit her naked skin. “Good for blood circulation.”, she laughed and threw a handful of snow back at the little blonde.
“Hey, you, leave these girls alone!” A shout came from close by. Two men approached with quick steps. The larger of the two grabbed my shoulder and pulled me away from Dora. “Hey, watch it!”, she shouted.
The man let go of me. “Oh, it’s you. I’m sorry.” It was our two landlords, coming to the rescue of what they had thought to be two girls in trouble, and now just turned out to be two exhibitionistic girls accosting some helpless boys. We all laughed at this chivalrous misunderstanding, while the girls managed to cover up their goosebumps covered breasts. The brothers got a real eyeful of massive young cleavage, but they only smiled. “Ia wissts fei scho, dass ia eich wos worms zum liga mitnehma mists, wans ia im Schnö schnackseln woits.“, said Kalli, the younger of the two. Dora just stared. “Huh?”
“The native said: we need to have something warm to lie on, if we wanted to make love in the snow”, I translated the heavy dialect. The natives laughed and we parted amiable.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, right?”, Norbert, the older brother, called out as they left. As they walked up the hill, we could see them gesturing. Kalli drawing huge curves in front of his chest, Norbert drawing them even bigger.
“You’ve acquired two new fans.”, I informed Dora.
Mika had told us that our landlords traditionally had a party at New Year’s Eve, at their own cabin just on the other side of the hill. This “cabin” was a major building, a point of rest and respite for skiers and wanderers, but these parties were strictly for their lodgers. “It’s always great fun.”, Mika explained. “They’re always preparing something, like games and little events. It will be nice to meet with other people.”
The girls were already discussing what they could present at the party. Songs and dance were always popular, and Teddy proposed that we boys should do a karaoke trio. Mark excused himself, calling it “childish”. I don’t have the best singing voice, but our hosts could lend me a guitar, and I was more than happy to accompany Teddy’s vocals. We had only a few hours to practice, but we had the house all for us, while the girls went to the village to do some last-minutes shopping.
In the evening, the girls used Marks’s car to ship their loot over to the main building, while we boys walked the distance through the soft snow. The house was mostly dark from the outside, but within, it was garishly decorated with balloons, streamers and colored lamps. There was food aplenty, and drinks for all tastes. Music blared from the speakers. Our hosts introduced us to the other guests of this private party. There were only five of them: a gay couple – such cute boys, what a loss, as Dora remarked – and a family from Berlin, husband, wife and a mousey bespectacled girl of our age. The mother was the complete opposite of her skin-and-bones daughter. Dora checked her out. “So, what do you say? Is she bigger than me?” I giggled: “Maybe. Difficult to say. But she’s definitely 100 kilos heavier than you.” Still, she made a good figure in her traditional dirndl, stretched to the limits and showing a massive cleavage. She instantly descended on our girls and started chirping away in a dialect as heavy and strange as that of our Bavarian hosts. Her daughter kept shyly in the background.
We met with the two gays at the buffet, and they showed themselves very impressed with Mark. Almost as much as he seemed to be repulsed, even panicked. He excused himself quickly. “Oi, you know how they say that all the pretty ones are either gay or taken? Sadly, it’s not true, darling.”, one of them fluted. Teddy and I joined in their laughter. They were so totally overboard, so stereotypical… we couldn’t but like them.
We mingled, danced, chatted and flirted. Detlef and Dietmar, the gays, got along splendid with Dora and Mika, and they couldn’t stop poking fun at Mark, who tried to keep close to Karin for protection. I never even got to know the name of the mousey daughter, but her mother was friendly and talkative. Her husband seemed more interested in Dora and Mika though. We had fun, and it only got better when our hosts started the round of performers. I hadn’t even imagined that you could do “Highway to Hell” on zithers. The fat mom did a very lively karaoke version of “I love Rock’n’Roll”. When Detlef donned a blonde braided wig and did a perfect step dance number with his partner, we all bend over with laughter – except for Mark, who just mumbled something about “fags”.
Teddy and I got a lot of applause, and some tears, when he did his rendition of Cohen’s “Halleluja” in his wonderful baritone singing. Nobody would have expected this scrawny kid to have such a beautiful voice.
Then it was the girls turn. They had withdrawn to the backroom to change. When they came back, they were dressed in identical beige trenchcoats, fedoras and sunglasses. The iconic first chords of “You can leave your hat on” filled the room. Our three lovelies started to move slowly to the heavy rhythm, and Tom Jones’s voice requested “Baby, take off your coat…” In a carefully choreographed move, Mika and Karin removed Dora’s coat, and then proceeded to shed their own. Long white men’s shirts curved around their chests, though they didn’t take of their dress, no, no, no. But they continued to dance to the sensual music, moving their curvy bodies, pushing their chests out, pulling down their shirts to enhance the pressure on the buttons. Dora took a chair, sat down astride on it and hung her boobs over the backrest, while Mika and Karin stood behind her, moving their hand all over each other and lifting their breasts up. Dora kneaded her massive mounds through the linen of the shirt and then, with a quick move, ripped it open. Her bra encased knockers wobbled in their lacey containment. Her two friends took a more restrained approach, but their shirts fell as well, and the audience got the full view of their pretty lingeried boobies. Oh, yes, and they left their hats on, all the time.
Applause started to rise, but the girls weren’t done yet. The music changed, got faster, and the “Tiger” proclaimed that “You don’t have to be beautiful, to turn me on”. Their dancing adjusted to the song, they shook their bodies to the groove and their boobs jumped. Tom Jones stated his intent: “I just want your extra time and your……”, and the whole room chorused “TITS”.
The girls grinned and obliged. Karin was the first to bare her chest. Mika helped her open the clasps, she removed the bra and showed off her firm perky C-cup titties. Only the nipples were left covered with some fancy stripper pasties, complete with glittering tassles. Mika followed her example, revealing her full hangers to the light, shaking them to the music to send the tassles flying. Finally Dora joined in. She didn’t even bother with removing her bra, she just pulled the cups down and set her gigantic fat udders free. The girls lined up, started to shake their chests and set the flying tassles into a rotating motion. They leaned forward, letting the jubblies hang, leaned backwards setting the mounds back on the chest, all the while keeping the spin, until the music finally ended.
There was only silence. Silence and heavy breathing. Mika piped up: “What? You didn’t like it?”
Clapping, cheers and roaring laughter was the answer. Our three artists bowed courteously… that alone a sight to remember forever.
Dora reclaimed her shirt and walked over to me. “And how did you like it?” – “Amazing. How did you convince Karin to participate?”
“Her?” Dora laughed. “Why, it was her idea all along. She’s not some kind of prude, just because she doesn’t have big boobs.” – “And you managed to rehearse all that in just a single afternoon.”
“Nah.”, she replied. “That was a routine we made up at school, some time ago. Karin’s idea, of course. I would never dream of doing such a thing.” She smiled at me with an air of complete innocence.
I looked at her, and over to Karin, who was trying to calm down her red-faced boyfriend. Dora kissed me before I could voice any doubts.
Our hosts called us outside and handed each of us a glass of champagne. Together we watched the fireworks go off down in the valley, and together we welcomed the New Year. It was a cold and cloudless night, but the stars couldn’t compete with the flares of light shooting up from the ground. Still, it was cold, and one by one the guests disappeared back into the warm indoors.
The atmosphere had gotten a lot more quiet and calm. Dora snuggled into my arm, her shirt barely covering her giant globes. I poked slightly at the pasties covering her nipples. “Not here.”, she chided me, but I just pointed around the room. Mika had settled down with mousey teen’s father, and his hands were probing somewhere in her shirt. She giggled at his touch. Fat mom and mousey teen were nowhere to be seen, as were our two hosts. Karin was over at the bar with Detlef and Dietmar, still bare-chested. She demonstrated her tassle-twirling skills to them.
“I don’t think someone will object to the sight of a bare nipple.” I pulled some more, but then I noticed Mark staring intensely at Dora’s naked breasts. “But perhaps you are right. Not here.”
I got up. “It’s late.”, I announced. “Shouldn’t we be going?” Teddy, already half asleep, started to rise from his armchair. Mark grumbled: “The sooner I can manage to pry Karin away from those damn fags, the better.”, and Karin quickly followed his command. Mika declined. She would stay for the night, she declared, while mousey teen’s dad sucked on her ample tits.
Outside we found the rest of the guests. Mousey teen was sitting on Kalli’s lap, getting her mousey little pussy pounded hard. Her fat mother had stripped out of her dirndl and was blowing the older brother.
I bade them good-bye. “And remember: always use something warm to lie on when fucking in the snow!” They laughed.
Mark pulled Karin away, but I turned to take a last good look at the scene. “No, definitely not as big as you.”, I told Dora.
I got up early the next morning and went out to chop more firewood. The fresh cool air felt good. That and the hard work soon removed the last lingering traces of tiredness and headache. Dora had decided on taking a long hot shower for the same reason. From my place behind the cabin I could just barely hear the water rushing.
Suddenly her voice was clearly to be heard. “Mark, what are you doing? I’m showering. I’m naked.” Mark’s voice was less clear. “Yeah. So? You’re putting these udders out for everyone for a reason. Don’t deny it, you need a real man, not this little boy.”
Dora’s voice got louder. “Get your hands away, you creep!” She started to scream, and as fast as I could, I ran around the cabin. Too fast. I slipped on an icy stretch and a sharp pain shot up my leg. I was lucky I didn’t fall onto the hatchet I was still holding in my hands. I tried to get up, and from the inside I heard new voices. Karin. “Mark, what the fuck do you think you are doing?” – “Oh, shut up, bi tch. Shoving your tits into these faggots’ faces all evening. Did you think they cared? You’re just a little sl ut, like your cow-friend here.”
I had managed to rise, and painfully made my way to the entrance. Through the doorway I observed the scene. Dora hiding her nakedness behind a towel. Mark storming towards his girlfriend. “I’m just taking what’s offered. Sluts, that’s all you are. This cow, and the other fat-titted little w hore who couldn’t wait to get fucked. And you are the worst.” He lashed out to hit her.
“Shut up, asshole!” From upstairs, Teddy stormed into fray and threw himself at the older man. “Don’t you dare hit her!” He rained a hail of fists on Marks back and head. “And don’t talk that way about my sister!”
I grabbed the door to steady myself and shouted at the top of my lungs: “Everyone stop!” To my surprise, they did, though it was more likely the sight of the axe in my hand than my superior authority.
Dora got up to Mark and slapped him right in the face. “No one offered you anything. I decide who gets to touch me.” Karin joined her, and he got his next slap. “You’re a creep. I’m done with you. Get out. Out! I don’t want to see you ever again!”
Mark looked stunned. “Crazy. You’re all crazy. The whole bunch. Faggots and faggot loving sluts, all of you!”
He stormed out of the door, barely missing me. A second later we heard his car start and he was gone.
Silence fell. Teddy went up to embrace and calm the softly sobbing Karin. Dora surveyed the battlefield, looked at me hugging the door and stormed towards me. She threw herself into my arms… and I collapsed, pain racing through my leg. “That was stupid. He had the car.”, I grimaced at my distressed girlfriend. “Could you please call an ambulance? I think I have broken something.”
So there I was, lying in hospital, in a flimsy nightgown, ankle bandaged and Dora beside my bed.
“Don’t be such a baby.”, she chided me lovingly. “Your ankle is only sprained. I have had worse.”
She smiled at me. “But what a sight you were. Standing in that doorframe, with your axe like a Viking warrior. I knew that if I was in mortal danger, you would be there to rescue me.”
I smiled back: “To be fair, it was Teddy who came to your rescue, while I stumbled through the snow like a fool. Is he alright?”
Dora laughed. “Oh yes, better than ever. Project Girlfriend took an unexpected turn. Karin was really impressed with his action. He’s her new hero, and he’s quite smitten.”
She leaned over me and kissed me tenderly. “But you, you are my hero. Always.”
