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"Snowboardin' Holiday: He"

He is taking a snowboarding holiday. He organised it months ago with his girlfriend but they split up since then. He hasn’t really tried to find anyone else; he’s been enjoying the peace and quiet, just doing his own thing.

Consequently he has no one to go with now. He did wonder about taking the break at all, but he had paid for it, and he had already booked the time off, so made the decision to just go himself and enjoy it. Besides, he was looking forward to wearing his new Nuptse out as well, he had to admit to himself, the thought of wearing it out, being seen in it, made him a bit horny.

He got in to the resort late last night and went straight to bed in the hotel, getting up early in the morning he pulled on his underwear and a long sleeved t-shirt, jeans and a pair of trainers. He picked up his black Nuptse. It always made him smile just to see it lying there, to pick it up, to know that he was going to wear it. Weird, he still thought, but he’d decided a while a go to just stop worrying about it and enjoy it.

So he had bought it as a special holiday treat to himself. His ex had hated them, to his eternal disappointment. “I don’t do coats” she said. He liked them. A lot. He had felt a bit embarrassed going into shops and trying them on, he had searched for a shop where the Nuptses were on a rack at the back of the shop, out of sight. He passed them, passed them again, touched them, examined them, nearly walked out of the shop…before chastising himself and moving back to the rack. The colours weren’t all that hot, dark blue and beige, but never mind. He had picked a medium blue one and unzipped it. He had liked that bit. He pulled it off the hanger, and had felt surprised by how light and soft it was. He had pulled it on, and was further surprised by how nice it felt. He had zipped it up. He had tried on three more, and discovered his size was medium. He had been enjoying himself, and had been about to try on the red vests that were there, but an assistant had offered him help, the assistant was a guy, too, shame. They had chatted about them, the guy really not selling the jacket, saying it was too expensive, not waterproof, perhaps a fleece and shell would be better. No matter, the jacket would sell itself. He resolved to find the cheapest one he could find and buy it.

After dressing he went to the class he had booked. He met the instructors and the other students in the equipment room at the bottom of the run.

The male instructor looked the part, tall and bronzed and good looking, the bastard.

The woman was good looking too, and looked nice in salopettes and cosy jacket. Not a puffy one though. Pity, he thought. His class mates were an assortment of young and old, male and female, families, couples, he chatted a little, felt a little out of place, on his own, decided to get over it.

That’s when he sees her. She comes out of a booth wearing white snow board pants and white boots, and a light blue t-shirt with wrist length white sleeves. Her blonde hair is resting on her shoulders in braids. She glances up at him with big blue eyes and seems to smile a little, before turning her attention to the instructor. While she listens she picks up her white Nuptse and pulls it on slowly. She nods and listens, pulling the collar close round her chin. He watches her all the time, he can’t help himself. Once she has received her orders she zips up her jacket and bends over to sort her boots. Then she brushes past him following the instructor.

He goes into a booth and pulls on his own ski pants, and he has to adjust himself in his underpants… he puts on boots, and slips into his Nuptse. It feels like heaven, like always, and he smiles at the thought of that girl wearing hers. He wished life was easy and she loved it as much as he did and they were together…he pulls himself together when there is a knock at the curtain, and he lets the next person in. The next person frowns at him, probably for taking so long. He smiles back placidly.

He gets his board from the male instructor, and a few instructions. He goes out into the bright sunshine. He wished he had sunglasses. The girl is wearing hers and she looks so cool, so hot in the snow all in puffy whiteness.

He stares a bit, she attracts his eyes like gravity, he looks away when he remembers that he can’t see her eyes, she might spot him staring. The instructor offers a pair of snow goggles, he accepts them with thanks and puts them on, he can see so much better now, already feeling a little self conscious in his beloved jacket, he hopes he doesn’t look like too much of a twat with the goggles as well. Ah well, forget it he thinks.

The group is separated into pairs, and he is paired of with the girl. He can’t believe his luck, this is going to be fun he thinks. He consciously relieves himself of awkwardness and decides to enjoy this all.

She is called Kate, and she is friendly and vivacious as well as gorgeous. And every bit as bad at snowboarding as he is.

They spent the next three hours falling down and picking themselves up, mostly, with little bits of snow surfing in between. All the time he is stealing glances and being a tiny bit flirty and wishing like hell he could just hug her to him. Nuptse heaven.

They fall over and she lands in his lap and he has to resist the urge to grab her and roll her over and kiss her, and at the same time he’s mortified that she might be able to feel that he is a little excited, even through their thick pants. She flashes him a smile that he takes as a knowing one as she struggles to get up. He hopes so much that she likes him. He feels embarrassed because he was a little firm. He wishes she’d like his jacket too. He wants her.

At the end of the day the go to the bar at the top of the slope and have a few drinks. They go to his head and they talk about all kinds of stuff and he says she looks great in her Nuptse. He thinks that she doesn’t seem too impressed by this, and he thinks he might have blown it, she’ll think he’s a weirdo. He buys her another drink and the feeling passes, he takes her to a restaurant at dusk and the eat their meal with their jackets over the back of their chairs and he cant wait to see her put it on again.

When they are finished she goes to the toilet and when she comes back he holds her Nuptse for her, and slides her arms in and pushes it up on her shoulders and smoothes it down. The down gives softly under his light touch and he watches it reassume its puffy shape. She turns and smiles at him and puts her arm through his, rustling softly.

He walks her back to her room, he doesn’t say much, he’s enjoying the moment, and hoping that she would feel the same way. He tells her he has enjoyed her company. She thanks him and they stand for a moment looking at each other. He decides to give it a shot, and slightly fearful of ruining everything he leans forward slowly and gives her a peck on the cheek.

She touches his fingertips lightly with one hand and puts the other on his chest and kisses him lightly on the lips. He stands motionless as she backs into her room and closes the door on him, gazing at him all the time until she’s is out of sight and the lock clicks. He stand for another moment, then zips his jacket up, eyes closed, loving the feel of it round his neck and chin, loving the feeling of her lips on his.

He returns to his room and gets undressed. He thinks what the hell, he’s on holiday, he puts his Nuptse back on and goes to sleep in a tent.

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