I walked out onto the balcony to find Nathalie already in the hot tub. She was sitting next to her sister, Camille, and her best friend, Caroline. Their heads and shoulders were all that was visible above the bubbling water. The three of them had been chattering away in French but stopped as soon as I slid open the chalet door, which I found deeply suspicious. I raised my eyebrow at them as I walked across the wooden slats towards the hot tub.
I stripped off quickly, shivering in the cold winter air, and, feeling more than slightly self-conscious, jumped into the blessedly hot water. I noticed that Nathalie and Camille were giggling as I sat down.
“What?” I asked. Nathalie explained that my swimming shorts, which were baggy and knee-length, were unusual; different from the smaller and tighter swimwear that French men usually wore. Feeling even more embarrassed, I settled down into the water and started to relax as the conversation moved on. I was able to follow most it as my French was pretty good and they all spoke excellent English.
Camille was nineteen and two years her sister’s junior. Like her sister, she was tall and slender, with huge, adorable blue eyes. Caroline, by contrast, was shorter but curvier, with pale skin and short, curly hair that was so dark that it looked almost black. All three of them were very beautiful, but I only really had eyes for Nathalie.
I had met her on a school exchange programme six years earlier. She had been training to be a ski instructor, which was why she wanted to learn English. We had managed to keep in touch and when I went travelling around Europe during my year out from university, she invited me to visit her at her family home in the French Alps. I always wrote to her in French, which meant that I had been able to keep my hand in with the language, but I had still spent the weeks leading up to this trip frantically working my way through exercises in the LocalLingo app so I didn’t embarrass myself too much!
“Bonsoir, Sam,” said a friendly, female voice. I looked around to see Nathalie’s mother emerging from the chalet. She was wearing slippers and a long, powder blue robe and was carrying a bottle of wine. She closed the door behind her, turned and, much to my amazement, removed the robe, kicked off the slippers and walked towards the hot tub wearing nothing but a pair of skimpy black bikini bottoms. Like her daughters, Madame Thibaut had long legs, blue eyes and long, silvery blonde hair. My eyes were drawn immediately to her breasts, which I guessed were probably a c-cup and seemed surprisingly perky for someone in her late forties. I looked away, worried that Nathalie would see me staring but, fortunately, no one seemed to have noticed.
I shuffled around and Madam Thibaut sat next to me, so I was now sandwiched between her and her youngest daughter, with Caroline and Nathalie opposite me. It was only then that I realised that Nathalie, Caroline and Camille were all topless too; it was hard to tell in the broiling waters of the hot tub. My cheeks started to flush and I felt even more self-conscious.
After a while, Madam Thibaut addressed me directly, saying a sentence in French that I translated as, “you seem quiet tonight, Sam.” I apologised and asked her how her day had been.
I sat back, only half-listening and enjoyed the view. (I mean the actual view, you dirty-minded bastards! Though, I did keep sneaking in the occasional glance at the four beautiful women that surrounded me...)
The sun was just starting to set on a wonderful, crisp, clear winter’s day. On my right, I could see down to the main town, while in front of me, a vast, rolling, snow-covered landscape stretched away into the distance, broken by a chain of mountains behind which the sun was now disappearing. There was a smattering of pine trees that broke up the scene, which seemed almost black against the pure white of the snow, which sparkled in the late evening sunlight. Behind us, beyond the other chalets, the peaks of the Aiguilles towered over us.
As the light faded and the drinks kept flowing, I became more and more acutely aware that I was sat in a hot tub with four gorgeous, mostly-naked French women. Admittedly, two of them were the mother and sister of the woman I was interested in, but still! Occasionally, I would get a glance of bare breast as one of them reached out to grab something from the side of the tub.
It was not long before the sun finally set. The only light now came from a lamp on the wall of the chalet and from the blueish-white lights beneath the bubbling water’s surface. Steam was rising into the cold night, spiralling in the currents of hot air.
Camille and her mother departed soon after the sun had set. Madame Thibault would be out on the piste early the next day and Camille was heading into town to meet her friends. I tried not to watch them as they climbed out of the hot tub, I really did, but I would be lying if my eyes hadn’t been drawn to their beautiful buttocks as they walked away. This time, I think Caroline caught me staring, so I quickly grabbed my drink again and shuffled round to face her and Nathalie instead.
The three of us spread out around the hot tub, refilled our glasses and kept on chatting in a mixture of French and English for a while. Their English was infinitely better than my French, but they were very patient and didn’t mock me too much, even when I made a few hilarious mistakes.
I was lying back on the side of the hot tub, looking up at the stars in the clear night sky above us, when I felt something moving under the water near my leg. I glanced down to see that, barely visible under the water, someone had placed their foot on the step between my legs. I glanced across to see Caroline staring up at the sky and Nathalie staring right at me, smiling wickedly. Her foot slid slowly towards my cock, which felt like it had been at least partly hard ever since Madam Thibault had stripped off earlier.
I had had a crush on Nathalie since the day I laid eyes on her, but I had never imagined that she would feel the same way. She had been very friendly over the last couple of days, and I had had a highly stimulating dream about her the night before, but I never expected anything to happen. She smiled as her toes found my hardness. Apparently, she hadn’t been brave enough, or possibly drunk enough, to do this in front of her family, but now it was just the three of us…
It was then that Caroline leant back and accidentally knocked over her wine glass, which shattered on the deck. Both girls got up and bent over the side of the hot tub, giving me a spectacular view of their asses, as they picked up the glass pieces and wrapped them in a towel, before settling back into the water.
“Perhaps we should go back inside now?” Nathalie suggested, a few minutes later. That was it, I thought, sadly. The spell had been broken.
We climbed out of the hot tub and into the freezing night air. It was so cold that it felt like it was burning my skin as we frantically grabbed our things and ran inside. Shivering, we made our way into the main room of the chalet. Caroline went off to the kitchen and I wrapped a couple of towels around myself before sliding off my shorts and taking a seat by the fireplace to try and warm up. My teeth were still chattering when Caroline returned a few minutes later with three large mugs of hot chocolate with what tasted like cognac in it.
There was an upper balcony overlooking the high-ceilinged living space, with doors leading off it where Nathalie’s bedroom and the guest bedroom, where I was staying, were located. Nathalie emerged from her room a few moments later, throwing down blankets and pillows into the middle of the room, where a large, fluffy rug dominated the space between the sofas in front of the fire.
Nathalie, now wearing a fleecy, purple robe, descended the wooden spiral staircase, placed another couple of logs into the enormous fireplace and turned out the main light. It was pretty dark at first, but soon the flames grew, dancing and roaring and filling the room with light and heat.