I stood at the top of the mountain, gazing out at the endless expanse of snow-covered peaks. The crisp mountain air danced through my hair as I took a deep breath, feeling invigorated by the thrill of adventure that lay before me. My best friend Greg was on this ski vacation with me.

As we'd skied all morning, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of boredom. We'd been doing the same trails over and over, and I was itching for something more exciting. That's when it hit me - why not try something new? Why not push the boundaries and see what happened?

I waved over to Greg and he followed me to a secluded spot, far from prying eyes. With a sly smile spreading across my face, I peeled off my ski pants and my lacy red panties beneath. I felt a rush of excitement as I realized I was actually going to do this - go bottomless on the slopes, just to see what would happen.

“Staci, what the hell?” Greg asked chuckling. Greg and I have been friends forever and he always gets a kick out of my antics.

I smiled at him and simply responded, “I’m bored.” I handed him my pants and underwear and told him to ski on ahead and wait for me in my room. “I’m hoping my little show will attract a guy who I can take back to my room. You would like that, wouldn’t you?” I teased.

Greg loves to watch me get fucked. We were in high school the first time he watched. I was making out with this college guy who was there and it was getting pretty intense, so we moved into one of the bedrooms in the house. Greg later told me that he was in the attached bathroom and heard us come into the room and had watched. I was a little upset at first at the invasion of privacy, but when Greg told me how much he enjoyed it, I couldn’t stay mad at him. Now, I really get turned on by it, I love knowing that he is watching as some guy is pounding me. I always put on an “over the top” performance for him, and the guys I am hooking up with believe it's because of their sexual abilities. It's quite comical, really.

The sun beat down on me as I stood there watching Greg head down the slope, my heart pounding in anticipation. How long would it take for anyone to even notice me? Would anyone be brave enough to approach me? I took a deep breath then pushed off with my poles, my bare ass and pussy on display for all to see, waiting for someone to make their move.

That's when I saw him - a tall, handsome man with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline. He was skiing towards me, his gaze locked onto mine with an unmistakable spark of interest. As he drew closer, I could see the curiosity etched on his face, mixed with a hint of desire.

"Hey there," he said, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "You're quite the skier."

I blushed, feeling a flutter in my chest. "Thanks," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that I was only wearing a sweater and a knit hat.

We chatted for a bit, exchanging small talk as we glided down the mountain. His name was Robert, and he was an older man - probably mid-forties - but he had a charisma that drew me in.

Before long, we'd reached the base of the mountain, and I asked Robert if he would like to come back to my room, to which he readily agreed. Stepping into my room, a subtle grin tugged at the corners of my mouth, knowing that Greg was hidden in the closet, anticipating the show.

As soon as the door to my room clicked shut, I stripped off the last remnants of my clothing. The cool air brushed against my bare skin, sending shivers down my spine. "I really need you to fuck me," I exclaimed to Robert, with over-dramatic urgency in my voice as I crawled onto the bed. A devious smirk spread across my lips as I positioned myself in a spot that would give Greg the perfect view. Every detail mattered - the angle of my body, the way my blonde hair cascaded over my shoulders, the slight arch of my back - all designed to entice and seduce Robert as well as provide Greg a thrill.

Robert smiled at me as he took his time getting undressed. I just laid on the bed with my arms outstretched writhing, handfuls of the comforter clinched in my fists, dramatically begging Robert, "Please hurry, I need your cock inside me so badly!"

He chuckled, aroused by my display of lust. "Patience, gorgeous. I'm going to take my time with you." His deep, sensual voice sent tingles through my body.

Finally naked, Robert crawled onto the bed, his muscular frame hovering over mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer, feeling his thick hard dick press against my wet, eager folds. "Fuck me hard," I moaned loudly, putting on a show for Greg. "I want you to pound my tight little pussy with that big cock!"

Robert obliged, thrusting into me with a deep groan. I cried out in pleasure, my nails digging into his back as he stretched and filled me. He set a relentless pace, his hips slamming against mine, the bed creaking beneath us.

I threw my head back, my breathy moans filling the room. "Oh god yes, just like that! Your cock feels so good!" My cries grew louder and higher pitched, bordering on theatrical, as I made sure Greg could hear every exaggerated sound of ecstasy. "Yes, yes, YES! Just like that!" I practically screamed. "Harder! Fuck me harder! I'm so close!"

I could picture Greg in the closet, stroking himself as he watched me get thoroughly fucked. The thought pushed me closer to the edge. Robert's thrusts grew more erratic, his breath coming in ragged pants. "I'm gonna cum," he grunted.

"Yes, fill me with your hot cum!" I wailed, my body quivering beneath him. "I want to feel you explode inside me!"

With a deep, guttural groan, Robert slammed into me one final time, his cock pulsing as he spilled his seed deep within my clenching walls. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as my own orgasm crashed over me in intense, toe-curling waves of bliss.

We collapsed onto the bed, our chests heaving, bodies slick with sweat. I glanced towards the closet, a satisfied smirk on my lips, knowing Greg had just witnessed the whole passionate encounter. The thought of him getting off to my performance sent a fresh surge of arousal through my spent body.

After a few minutes, Robert rolled off me and started getting dressed. "That was amazing," he said, flashing me a grin. "You're quite the insatiable little minx."

I stretched languidly, not bothering to cover my naked body, spreading my legs so that Greg could watch Robert’s semen trickle out of my gaping pussy. "What can I say? I’m a horny slut." I winked at him playfully.

Once Robert had left, I sauntered over to the closet and flung open the door. Greg stood there, his pants around his ankles, his hand still wrapped around his now flaccid cock, cum dripping from the tip. I smirked at him knowingly as I looked down at his crotch. "Looks like you enjoyed the show," I purred, standing in front of him, rubbing my breasts and pinching my erect nipples.

Greg swallowed hard, his eyes glued to my breasts. "I-I couldn't help it," he stammered. "That was so hot."

I laughed, “Come on let’s get cleaned up and go down to the bar. Who knows? Maybe there will be an encore performance later.”