You know, I do believe that if some people want to go
somewhere to get away from the stress of their jobs and
give themselves some peace and quiet, they might want
to go to a ski resort, where they could also enjoy some
skiing.
One of those people happens to be a movie-star actress
named Bridget Fonda, who has already finished filming
the last few scenes of her latest film project and
decided to go to Montana ski resort for some rest.
That particular Montana ski resort happens to be
Grizzly Mountain and as soon as she had arrived at the
resort on the Twenty-Seventh day of January — which
happens to be her birthday — and walked over to the
front desk to check herself in, Bridget was unaware
that a pair of eyes were staring at her and those eyes
were attached to a handsome young man.
Anyway, after she had gone into her room and got
herself settled in, Bridget had changed her clothes,
took out her skies and left her room to join the other
snow bunnies on the slopes.
But then, as soon as she had arrived at the top of one
of the ski runs, a curious Bridget had suddenly heard a
small group of college students–who had arrived for
some fun of their own — talk about the wooden plaque
on a tree that tells the story of a local legend known
as the Specter of Grizzly Mountain.
According to the legend, a handsome young skier and his
beautiful female lover had foolishly decided to ski all
the way down the most dangerous ski run in the entire
resort, Deadman’s Run.
After they’ve gotten to the top of Deadman’s Run, the
two lovers were about to start skiing down the entire
run, only to have the female skier stop right where she
was, because she had an uneasy feeling about it.
And so, in order to ease her fears, the male skier has
decided to ski down the run alone, only to have him do
a loud Tarzan call while doing it and cause a ton of
snow to slide down the mountain and towards the
unsuspecting victim.
After she had spotted the large wave of snow heading
towards her lover, the shocked female skier had tried
to warm him, but her warning had came to him too late,
for after he had stopped and turned towards her, the
monstrous snow wave had smashed itself right on top of
the male skier and killed him instantly.
Now, according to the legend, the male skier’s ghost
returns to the ski resort every year and had a romantic
relationship with a woman whose beauty is like that of
his long-lost love.
Well, after they’ve read the legend on the wooden
plaque, Bridget had looked at the college students, let
out a small giggle and said, “I just can’t believe that
you guys are perfectly willing to believe that piece of
bull-shit. There’s no such thing as ghosts.”
And with that, Bridget had gotten her skies on, took a
deep breath and started skiing down one of the other
ski runs — all the way down to the very bottom, where
she had discovered that very same handsome young male –
– who was staring at her back at the resort–clapping
his hands and saying, “Marvelous! Simply marvelous!”
“Well, I’m glad that I wasn’t able to disappoint,” said
a smiling Bridget, after she had taken a deep breath
and removed her skies. “By the way, who are you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I just forgot to tell you what my name
is,” said the male stranger, after he had stepped
closer to Bridget and held out a friendly hand. “My
name is Roger Morgan. I’ve just came here to get myself
some peace and quiet.”
And after she had heard that, Bridget had let out a
sigh of relief, placed her gentle hand on top of
Roger’s and said, “Well, that really makes two of us.
You see, I’ve also came here for the exact same
reason.”
And then, after they’ve shared a small chuckle between
them, a curious Bridget had picked up her skies and
asked, “Would you like to continue this little
conversation in my room?”
“Sure thing, Bridget,” answered Roger, while he was
following Bridget all the way back to the resort. “I
just hope that you’ve had all of your shots.”
Just then, after she had let out a small giggle and
they’ve finally made it back to the resort, the two
newfound friends had walked into Bridget’s room, where
she had placed her skies inside a closet and asked,
“Well, what do you think we should do first, Roger?”
“It’s funny you should ask, Bridget,” answered Roger,
after Bridget had turned towards him and he had placed
his gentle hands on her arms and moved his lips closer
to hers, only to have a reluctant Bridget move her head
away from Roger’s. Taking a deep breath and saying,
“I’m sorry, Roger. I really don’t think that we should
be doing this. You see, I’m actually not…”
But then, just as she was about to say another word,
Roger had placed the tips of his fingers on Bridget’s
lips and said, “No, Bridget. You don’t have to say
anything. You also don’t need to be afraid. All you
need to do is relax… and enjoy it.”
And with that, both Roger and Bridget had kissed each
other ever so passionately on the lips, just before
they’ve removed all of their clothes and placed their
nude bodies on the bed.
“Aaaahhhh, yes! That’s it! Do it, Roger!” said Bridget,
after Roger had started licking all over her body —
all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and caressing
her firm breasts. “Touch me! Touch me there baby! Suck
my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh yes!”
And then, at that exact moment, Bridget had suddenly
realized that she was experiencing something that she
hadn’t experienced with someone outside of Hollywood
before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed
erotica–and enjoying every minute of it.
Just then, after Roger had placed his stiff cock inside
her asshole and used each of his hands to caress both
her breasts and pussy, a sexually-energized Bridget had
placed her gentle hands on his bare arms and yelled,
“AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT’S IT! DO IT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH!
FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! SLAM IT ALL INTO ME!
MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!”
And then, after they’ve started moving harder and
faster and their lovemaking has reached its final ski
run, the two newfound lovers had cum and collapsed due
to exhaustion.
After they were both finally able to catch their
breath, Bridget had placed her head on Roger’s chest,
let out a sigh and said, “Oooohhhh, Roger. That felt
soooo gooood. I just wish that we could stay together
forever.”
Then, after Roger had placed his gentle hand on top of
Bridget’s head and they’ve snuggled-up to each other,
the two lovers had fallen asleep within their naked
arms, while the rest of the resort had moved on with
its normal daily business.
But then, after she had woken-up from her little nap
and discovered that she was the only one in the room,
Bridget had put on a bathrobe, stepped out of her room
and walked over to the front desk, where she had placed
her hands on the desk and said, “Excuse me. Could you
please tell me where I might be able to find a guy
named Roger Morgan?”
And after the desk clerk has heard what Bridget had
said, he had taken a deep breath, placed his gentle
hands on top of hers and said, “Miss, I hate to tell
you this. But Roger Morgan was the name of the
unfortunate skier who had died on Deadman’s Run.”
And after she had heard that, a shocked Bridget had
stared at her reflection on the mirror behind the front
desk and discovered that the words ‘NOW DO YOU BELIEVE
IN GHOSTS?’ were written on it.
