Jenny's Ski Trip

Author: King of Wrong

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Summary: After splitting her own Ski-pants, Ashley makes sure that Jenny diverts the crowds attention.

Jenny was glad that winter had finally arrived. With the coming of the colder weather, she could start wearing heavier, less revealing clothing, which cut down on the chance of the sorts of accidents she seemed so prone to having.

When her husband told her he'd won a free weekend at Gingerbush Vista Ski Lodge, she was so thrilled! She'd always wanted to learn how to ski, and the idea of spending the evenings cuddling in front of a roaring fire seemed so romantic. Of course when he told her that, since the prize had been a trip for four, and he'd invited Ashley and her boyfriend along, Jenny's enthusiasm dimmed a little, much to her shame. She knew that Ashley was her friend, it just seemed that she was some sort of "bad luck charm", since so many of Jenny's misfortunes had occurred when she was around. Of course Ashley had her share of accidents too it seemed; being stripped in the mall that time, and the time the movers had blackmailed both of them into getting undressed, not to mention that time so long ago when somebody had snuck itching powder into both their underwear somehow. It had also been Ashley who had bailed her out of jail when she'd been arrested for indecent exposure, and she'd also been the one who'd spent two hours trying to convince the disbelieving people at the zoo that Jenny had accidentally been locked into an unused cage naked, even when they'd threatened Ashley with calling the police for making a public disturbance.

When Ashley discovered that Jenny had never been skiing before, she insisted that they go out shopping for things to wear on their trip. Jenny was shocked to see the sorts of things people wore while skiing. She'd always imagined bulky, down-lined parkas, and heavy woolen pants. It turned out that technology had made incredible strides in the field of materials that kept you warm, but were still thin enough to be used fashionably. Jenny loved her new ski boots, and the heavy mittens they picked out, but she was unsure about the tight sweaters, and skintight leggings that Ashley insisted that everyone wore these days. When she saw herself in the mirror, she blushed deeply at the sight. Even though she was completely covered, the skin tight outfit left nothing to the imagination. Only the fact that the clothes that Ashley bought for herself were, if anything, even tighter, finally convinced her that they'd be okay.

They arrived at the ski lodge Friday night, and Jenny was thrilled to see that it was just as lovely as she'd hoped it would be. There was even a fireplace in each room, and her husband wasted no time in building a fire that they quickly settled down in front of for a night of wine and romance...

Ashley and her boyfriend knocked on their door early the next morning. The men were planning the day on the slopes, but Ashley and Jenny were scheduled for a beginners' lesson at the novice course. Jenny quickly slipped into her skiing clothes, and the two women headed for their class.

When they arrived at the novice course however, they found a sign stating that the lack of snow that year had necessitated the class being moved to an unused area at the top of the mountain. By the time they bought lift tickets, and got to the spot indicated by the sign, the class was already underway. The students were covered in snow, and it looked like they'd been being shown something about falling down. The instructor told them he'd take a few minutes when they were done, and show them what they'd missed. For now they should just join in and try to follow along. As they moved into the line, the instructor asked Jenny to hold on for a second, then bent at her feet. He explained that her skis weren't connected properly, and a loose binding could be very dangerous. As he finished he suggested the Ashley, who was now a few feet away from them, should probably make sure that her bindings were tight enough as well. As Ashley clumsily bent down to check her skis, Jenny was horrified to hear the tearing sound she'd come to dread so much. Even though she knew it wasn't her, Jenny's hands flew to seat of her own pants before she saw the huge gap in the back of Ashley's leggings. The darkly tanned skin of Ashley's backside contrasted sharply with the pink leggings, and a part of Jenny's mind was briefly distracted at the curiosity at Ashley's apparent lack of tan lines. She also was surprised to see why Ashley didn't seem to have any panty lines in such tight pants, since you had to be wearing panties in the first place to have panty lines.

Ashley's hands darted to her ass, as she quickly stood up. Unfortunately, the motion must have stressed the material even worse, because Jenny heard a loud popping sound, and saw Ashley's pants slip from her hands, and flutter open, dropping around her thighs. Ashley spun around as best she could with a scream of horror, concealing her neatly trimmed pubic hair from the rest of the class, but revealing it to Jenny and the instructor. This movement also revealed her ass, which was barely concealed by her hands to the rest of the class.

As Jenny tried to get to her friend as best she could with her skis on, she thought she saw a look of rage briefly flicker across Ashley's face as she looked at her. It disappeared before Jenny could be sure of it's existence though, and Ashley began to quickly try to move towards Jenny as well, all the while trying to get the ruined upper part of her pants back into place. When they were almost to each other, Ashley's ski tangled together, and she lost her balance. As she fell, Ashley's hands shot out towards Jenny in an attempt to stop her plunge. Unfortunately, all Ashley was able get hold of, was the front of Jenny's own leggings, which quickly dropped to her feet, along with Ashley. Her friend's plight was forgotten, as Jenny screamed in horror as her lacy, french cut, white panties were exposed.

Her knees locked together, she crouched slightly as she clapped her hands over her crotch and bent her legs slightly in an attempt to hide herself from the appreciative eyes of her classmates and her instructor. Staring in horror at the others, she didn't notice as Ashley, her pubic hair frosted with snow, attempted to get her feet. As she did so however, she leaned on Jenny's skis. Jenny slid away from Ashley, who was dumped unceremoniously back into the snow.

Jenny was so mesmerized by the stares of those around her, that she didn't notice at first that she hadn't stopped moving. Suddenly she became aware of the icy air flowing across her exposed legs, and realized that she was moving. Having never been on skis before, she had no idea what to do except look back over shoulder at the rest of the class as she began to slide down the slope. Ashley had raised her head to look at Jenny, and the way she scrunched up her face to try to get the snow out of her eyes almost make it look as if she was smirking. The attentions of the rest were evenly divided between the sight of Ashley's upraised hips as she tried to keep her crotch out of the freezing snow (Jenny felt a stab of sympathy for her friend, who was almost certainly revealing herself fully to everyone else in that position), and the sight of this buxom blonde, skiing away down the mountain with her pants around her ankles. The instructor was shouting something at her, but she couldn't hear him over the commotion and the rapidly increasing distance between them. She could only make out the word "fall!" Of course she wasn't going to fall, that was the whole idea, wasn't it? You could get hurt if you fell. Unsure of why he was yelling at her, Jenny turned back in the direction she was going.

Moving very fast now, Jenny tried to reach down and grab her pants, but her speed, the skis, and the mittens she was wearing made this impossible. Looking up, she realized that, since the class was being held in an out-of-the-way location, she wasn't heading for the main ski area. Instead she was heading straight for a stand of pine trees!

Jenny desperately tried to turn herself, but even if she had known what she was doing, the lack of poles made it impossible. She hit the trees going pretty fast, but luckily she just crashed through the snow laden branches, and didn't hit anything too solid. The snow was wet and freezing as it was spilled onto her exposed legs over and over by the movement of the branches. Suddenly, she gasped as an icy clump of snow made a direct hit on her pussy! Managing to look down, Jenny was again mortified to see that her panties were gone! They must have gotten caught on a branch as she crashed through the trees! As she looked back up, her embarrassment deepened even further as she realized that she was now heading for the main course, and dozens of people were staring at this soaked, shivering woman, naked from the waste down, come shooting out of the trees.

Again, Jenny tried to keep her pussy covered with her hands as she shot down the slope, but the way her skis kept wobbling in and out made it impossible for her to keep much hidden. Several other skiers paced alongside her for a bit, but were unable to match her ever growing speed. Jenny blushed even deeper as she saw several people with cameras pointed at her. Suddenly, she heard a voice from above, and in front of her calling her name. Looking up, she realized that her husband and Ashley's boyfriend were in a lift chair coming towards her.

"Jenny, what the hell are you doing!?!"

"I can't stop!"

"Fall down on your side!"

Jenny looked down at the ground whizzing past her.

"I'll break my neck!"

Jenny's husband looked around, they were almost to each other, and this high on the mountain the lift chairs were only six or seven feet off the ground. Suddenly her husband turned to Ashley's boyfriend and started speaking. The other man looked confused for a second, then a huge grin spread across his face. Jenny's husband began turning himself, and with Ashley's boyfriend holding onto him, managed to hang his arms down from the chair.

"Grab my hands!"

Jenny almost sobbed with relief! Thank god, her husband knew what to do. Her humiliation was almost over.

Reaching out her arms, knowing that it revealed her pussy, but having no choice, Jenny slammed into her husband's arms. For a second, it seemed that he had her, then his hands slipped up her arms. In desperation he managed to get hold of her sweater, which pulled off as Jenny raced away!

Screaming in despair, Jenny continued down the mountain, now even more exposed than before. The icy wind had raised goose bumps all over her body, and her skin was bright pink from the cold.

With only her bra remaining, Jenny wondered if her nightmare would ever end. She had to be doing forty, or maybe even fifty, miles an hour now, and she had no idea how to stop herself. Cheering skiers lined the slope as she raced downwards towards the lodge. With one hand over her crotch, and the other across her breasts, Jenny struggled to keep her balance while she tried to figure out how she could crawl into a hole and die, or at least get off this mountain!

As she neared the lodge, Jenny spotted a row of storm fencing strung up along the bottom of the course, having little choice left, Jenny tried as best she could to aim for the lightweight plastic material. Slowly she managed to turn herself just enough to head in that direction. As she slammed into the fence, she wondered if she'd be killed as her hands instinctively overrode her modesty to cover her face.

She hit the fence hard, much harder than the fence had ever been designed for. The plastic pressed against her for a split second, then tore down it's length. As it slid across her, Jenny felt a sharp tug, and felt her bra catch in the plastic mesh at it was torn away from her.

Fortunately the decreasing angle of the slope, and the impact with the fence, managed to slow her considerably. Bruised and shaken, Jenny coasted to a stop at the edge of the lodge's cafe. As she slowly lowered her arms, she looked up into dozens of faces staring at her from the railing of the cafe. Suddenly she realized that she was standing in front of all these people naked, except for her skis and mittens. Quickly replacing her hands over her crotch and breasts, she tried to shuffle her skis as best she could away from the crowd.

That was when she realized that her husband had the room key...