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When I lived in Montreal, I had a secret affair with one of my roommates. Her name was Sheri, she was 5?6?, about 130 lb with a nice body. Her best features were her blue eyes and platinum blonde hair. She wouldn?t have believed me if I told her, but there were times she seemed to shimmer.Sheri was a girl that I?d known since grade three, and she also happened to have been my first crush. We were boyfriend and girlfriend before that meant much more than being each other?s favorite partner at spin the bottle. High school sent us in different directions, and even though we probably hadn?t so much as kissed since grade eight, sharing an apartment seemed to renew old feelings.At first, things were secret, because I was seeing someone else. That situation didn?t last that long, though because once Sheri and I started sleeping together, I knew I had to break it off my girlfriend. Once single, there should have been no reason to keep things secret, but we also had ex?s to consider. On that front, we were both about a year removed from relatively long term relationships with each other?s best friend. Aside from avoiding complications, though, I think we both found sneaking around kind of fun. A couple of ski trips served as examples that typified our clandestine exploits.*Green Trail ? La Piste FacileI used to ski fairly regularly with my friend Dave. Sheri and her friend Yale would occasionally come along with us too. Sheri wasn?t the biggest ski enthusiast, but she was a social linchpin. Without Sheri, there would have been no Yale. Not only did Yale give isvecbahis Sheri someone to ski with, but Dave also happened to be interested in her. So whenever Dave and I made ski plans, it wasn?t uncommon for him to ask Sheri to come in the hope she would invite Yale.Coming home after one trip*Yale sat up front with Dave, while Sheri and I were in the back. The seating arrangement was by design. Since Dave wanted the opportunity to chat up Yale, he would routinely call on Sheri and me to opt for the back seats. In case Yale asked*Dave always made sure we had a cover story for preferring back. Usually, it was that we were especially tired and wanted to snooze. To Dave?s growing frustration, though, Sheri and I joined in on the chit chat most of the way home. Worse for him, Yale seemed more engaged with the conversation coming from the back.Finally, Dave declared, ?For people so tired you two sure do talk a lot!?Dave?s little plans were always so transparent, Sheri and I couldn?t help but snicker. Despite the enjoyment of making Dave suffer, Sheri and I eventually began to play along. We wound down our chatter, allowing Dave to talk with Yale on his own.As the talk in the car quieted to only the front, Sheri took off her jacket and put her head down on my lap. She pulled her jacket over her shoulder, as if ready for a nap. To all appearances, it looked like Sheri was falling into compliance with Dave?s plan. That?s when I felt her hand running up my thigh.With the music on the radio and the other two chatting up front, Sheri began rubbing my cock through isveçbahis giriş my ski pants. Enjoying the unexpected surprise, my cock hardening and I began looking forward to getting back to our apartment.Taking advantage of the darkness, it seemed that Sheri didn?t see any reason to wait. Rolling over to face me with a smile that I could still faintly make out, Sheri began opening the zipper of my ski overalls. Reaching in, she found my cock and wrapped her hand around my stiff shaft.I was sitting behind Dave in the driver?s seat and I had an unobstructed view of Yale. If she looked back and just given us the slightest double take, it might have been enough for her figure out what was going on in the back seat.Sheri had my cock in her hand, and she was stroking it as best she could,*encumbered as she was by my pants. It always feels good when a girl?s holding my cock, but the surprise of Sheri reaching into my pants with our friends so close by made it especially exciting. These were the sort of surprises that always made Sheri fun.When you find yourselves getting away with something like this, the natural thing is wonder how much farther could things could go. I raised my hips and wiggled my ski pants down a little bit more to give Sheri better access to my cock. Now the only thing obscuring Yale?s view of my erect penis was Sheri's head.My cock which was so close to Sheri?s face that she could kiss it, which she occasionally did. Not only did she kiss my dick, but after rolling her head for a peek at the others, she turned back to take me in isveçbahis yeni giriş her mouth. The snow was blowing outside the car and Shari was blowing me in the back seat. She smoothly alternated between sucking my dick and stroking it.Having Dave and Yale right in front of us certainly restricted the intensity that Sheri could bring to bear, but the weather slowed down the drive giving her as much time as she needed. Sometimes Sheri would get me close and then at critical times tease me with indolent breaks.We were getting close to home when we pulled off the highway to get something to eat. Not far from the highway was a casse croute we liked*to go to when we went skiing.Once off the highway, street lights began filing past. Even through the blowing snow, the darkness of the back seat was being interrupted by the glow of passing lamp posts. With the inside of the car intermittently being lit up, Sheri abandoned sucking my cock. She pulled her jacket up from her shoulder to make a little tent over my cock, helping to shield it from view. She kept stroking me and my hips increasingly fell in tune with the rhythm of Sheri?s grasp. In the passing glow of the lights, I could see a mischievous smirk on her face as she worked my cock towards the*finish. With the restaurant in sight I unloaded underneath Sheri?s jacket and I could feel my fluids splashing all over my crotch. Sheri expertly milked me until last drops oozed over her fist.As we pulled into the restaurant Sheri released my cock and wiped the sperm off on my skin and the inside of my ski pants. I felt drained and a little uncomfortable with jizz all over my lap. There was a gooey mess chilling on my exposed skin and I could see by the look on Sheri?s face that she was quite pleased by the untidy state she?d left me in.