John’s body pressed down against mine, and pushed me into the firmness of the mattress. I hadn’t made love in over  a month, and I was horny as hell.
John was no ordinary stud. He was six-feet-two inches tall, had curly blond hair, piercing blue eyes, and beautiful golden skin.
He had been skiing much more than I had during the past few months, and the reflection of the sun and snow had kept his summer tan intact.
He was one sexy-looking stud all right, and I was elated that we were finally getting it on together. I had spotted him the minute I joined the Ascutney Vermont Ski Patrol, and had been eyeing him for over a month.