LAST RIDE TO ZERMATT – PART 1

Tara had seen the ‘Last ride to Zermatt’ sign at the cable car, but she really hadn’t noted it. And besides, the skiing was so great that time just seemed to fly by. Well really it wasn’t just the skiing – it was that morning hot chocolate, and the long al fresco lunch, and the mid-afternoon Aperol Spritz. And now the lift from Italy to Switzerland was set to close in ten minutes and she was still three lifts from the top? At least that was what the cute Italian guy was telling her. So “Where was she from? What was her name? How long was she there? Where was she staying?” Tara’s head started to spin with the realization that she might really be stranded in Italy for the night …and all of her things were in her hotel room … in Switzerland. Shit. His name was Claudio (Was that it?), and he was telling her that it was no problem. Easy for him to say, thought Tara, thinking of her toothbrush, clean undies, and the hassle of trying to find a place to stay in a crowded resort. Claudio was pretty quick to suggest that Tara could crash at the place he was sharing with Dom. So he was pretty cute … and she really was stranded … and it was probably really difficult to get a place. WTF, thought Tara, why not?

Claudio’s place was a chic condo in Cervinia, an open plan living space with galley kitchen, dining table and several chairs clustered about a fireplace. Claudio and Dom each had a bedroom. The only other door was, of course, the bathroom. Tara realized that this was going to be interesting, without even the possibility of sleeping on one of the chairs. What sort of place doesn’t have a couch? she thought, but chairs it was. As if reading her mind, Claudio said ” No problem, you sleep in my room, no?”, “Sure, no problem!” emerged from Tara’s lips. Where the hell did that come from? she thought, but the deal was sealed. Getting to know Claudio and Dom turned out to be fun, and the empty Prosecco bottles started to accumulate on the kitchen counter. Tara realized that the evening was turning out pretty well, and,
after all, things might get really interesting. The fire burned down, and a spinning head told Tara that it was time to crash. Claudio really was cute, she thought, and he had been looking at her suggestively. “I am going to bed,” announced Tara, and she went to the bathroom. Dom thoughtfully gave her a toothbrush. Tara slipped out of her ski clothes and into Claudio’s bed. It felt strange to be in her underwear since she always slept naked. Why did this have to be so awkward? Getting up, Tara pulled off her undies, and Claudio came into the room just at that moment.  He smiled but graciously turned around while she slipped back under the covers. Tara watched with growing excitement as Claudio slowly undressed until he too was naked. Fuck, she thought, what a bod! Claudio pulled back the covers of what was really a pretty small bed and slipped in beside Tara. She felt her excitement build, and the warmth of his skin next to hers was … awesome.

Tara awoke later. God knows what time it is, she thought. She smiled in the darkness. Claudio really was built! Getting up to pee, Tara crept into the hallway to find the bathroom. A light was on, and in all of her nakedness Tara practically stumbled into Dom, who apparently also had to pee. ” Tara, bella, you will be much more comfortable in the other room. There is a much bigger bed.”

The next morning Tara awoke, feeling a little sore if truth be known, but realizing that not paying attention to that sign hadn’t been such a bad thing, after all. Hey, Italy was beautiful, and the Italian men were very … accommodating.

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