- Susan had said she'd be over at six AM, and I was up and waiting. I'd met
her on a Sunday ski trip, one of those chance meetings in a lift line. It
was one of those days when only serious skiiers were on the slopes, and with
her ski mask, parka and goggles, I really didn't find out what she looked
like. We'd chatted as we rode the chairlift up the mountain, and we'd run
into each other again after lunch and skied together for an hour or so.
- By the time I gotten to my car for the drive back down I-70 toward Golden,
I'd learned her first name and the fact that she was a Denverite. I also
knew that she was single and available, and I guess she knew the same about
me. Without her last name, though, I hadn't imagined I'd see her again until
her call yesterday when she invited me on a ski trip.
- A car pulled into my building's lot. I couldn't make out the driver, but
there were a pair of skis strapped to the back so I guessed it was Susan and
stepped out the door carrying my skis and boots.
- "Bob?" she asked, opening the car door. It was Susan. "Give
me the skis, I'll strap them on while you dump your boots in the back
seat."
- A minute or so later, we were on our way.
- "Breakfast in Idaho Springs?" she asked as she pulled onto US 6.
- "OK," I said, trying to make out what she looked like by the
light of passing streetlights. "Are you sure you want to take the Clear
Creek Canyon road and not Interstate 70?"
- US 6 up Cleer Creek Canyon is one of the most threatening drives I've ever
taken, a winding upgrade with a cliff on one side, the creek on the other,
and no good places to pull out and pass for almost 50 miles. As she drove
on, I slowly gained confidence. She did seem to know the road, and it was
early enough in the morning that there wasn't enough traffic to make
problems for us.
- "I've always loved that road," she said, and I saw her face
clearly in the light of a passing car as she grinned. It was a pretty face,
but I was startled by the glint of jewelry on the side of her nose.
- I was curious about her nose jewelry, but I didn't want to offend her so I
said nothing and tried not to stare. Her nose jewelry sparkled oddly in the
lights of the dashboard, and I wondered what it would look like in the full
light of day.
- It was too early in the morning for me to make much in the way of
smalltalk, and on a different road with a different driver, I'd have relaxed
and tried to doze off. As it was, I was tense. The road twisted and turned
as it followed the canyon, and in the dark, even with the headlights, it was
unnerving.
- "Hungry?" Susan asked, pulling onto the exit ramp. I must have
dozed off, I don't know how. The clock on the dashboard said that it was
after eight and we were on I-70 just below Idaho Springs.
- "Sure," I said. "Got any place in mind?"
- She didn't answer, but five minutes later, we were sitting opposite each
other in a booth at a small cafe looking at our menus. When I looked at her,
I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her nose jewelry. I'd seen people wear
rings in their noses before, but this wasn't just a ring or a stud in the
side of a nostril, it was two large diamond studs, both on the side of her
right nostril.
- "Like my noserings?" she asked after we'd ordered.
- I felt a bit embarrassed as I stammered my reply, but she seemed to take
my reaction in stride. While we ate, we talked about the day to come, and
after we paid our bills, we talked about the old mining district along I-70
between Idaho Springs and Silver Plume. She was upset by the environmental
damage caused by the reopening of some of the old gold mines, but I thought
they were unlikely to damage anything that hadn't already seen worse in the
19th century. That discussion got us all the way to the ski area and through
the line at the ticket office, and then we separated. Susan and I had
different ideas about how to start a day of skiing.
- It was a great day for skiing, sunny and warm enough that few people wore
hats. I usually begin a skiing outing with a warmup run or two on the
intermediate slopes, and it was great fun breezing down the mountain,
feeling the wind in my face and the snow under my feet.
- I ran into Susan in the lift line after I'd taken a few runs down the
mountain. Her nose jewelry glinted in the sun and made her stand out from
the crowd.
- "Hi Susan!" I said, skiing up to her. "Want to ride up
together?"
- "Sure," She said, smiling. "Good skiing?"
- We chatted about the usual skiing concerns as we waited in the lift line,
but when we were on the lift, she paused to put sunscreen on her face. I
couldn't help watching as she worked it in around her nose jewelry.
- She grinned at me as she put the lid back on her tube of sunscreen.
"If you keep watching my nose, you'll miss the top of the lift. Need
any sunscreen?" She held out the tube to me.
- "Nope," I said. "Those things really go through your
nostril?"
- "Yup," she said.
- "Didn't it hurt?" I asked.
- "Sure, but would you have asked the same question about my pierced
ears? There's not really much of a difference between the two, other than
where they are on my face."
- "I'm sorry," I said, feeling foolish. Her hair was short enough
to clearly reveal the pair of diamonds in each ear, but I'd been so focused
on her nose jewelry that I'd hardly noticed the earrings.
- "Don't take it out on yourself," she said, still smiling.
"Most people react the way you did, and I guess half the reason I did
it was because I like watching people react."
- "What's the other half?"
- "I think noserings are pretty. Do you?"
- I hesitated for a moment before I answered. "They're fascinating and
disturbing, I'll say that. I can't say if they're pretty or not, at least
not yet."
- "Thanks for an honest answer," she said, smiling. "Ski down
with me?"
- I did, and it was fun. Susan is a good recreational skiier, competent
enough to handle just about any slope, but not a racer. She didn't mind my
pausing to enjoy the scenery and catch my breath once in a while, and we
ended up staying together through lunch and all afternoon. I have to say, I
enjoyed it despite the difficulty I had dealing with the strange jewelry she
wore on her face.
- "That was a good day of skiing," I said, helping her load our
skis on the car that evening.
- "Yup," she said. She didn't say more, and I was too tired to try
to make my own smalltalk as we started the long drive down I-70 out of the
mountains. The sun was behind the high mountains to the west, and I guessed
it would be dark but still early evening by the time we got back to town.
- My mind was blank as we drove down the deep valley towards the old mining
towns of Silver Plume and Georgetown. My eyes were on the tail lights of the
cars ahead, with an occasional glance at the dark pine- covered slopes we
passed. I was hungry, though, and the thought of waiting another hour for
dinner roused me as we drove down the steep grade past Georgetown.
- "Dinner?" I asked.
- "In Idaho Springs?"
- "Sure."
- "OK," she said, and then hesitated. "Want a romantic
apres-ski date or just food?"
- "Just food was all I had in mind," I said, and then chuckled,
"I'm open to more, though. Got any place in mind?"
- "How about something Chinese?"
- "Sounds good."
- She reached over and briefly rested her hand on my knee, and a few minutes
later, we drove off the interstate and pulled up outside a Chinese
restaurant that looked like it had been built in a fairly modern bank
building, complete with drive-up teller's window.
- I went in feeling mellow after a long day on the slopes. Either the food
was good or I was too hungry to be very critical. I wasn't feeling very
talkative, and that seemed to satisfy Susan, but as she ate, she looked at
me with an interesting look on her face, and she didn't seem to mind my
looking at her.
- I was relaxed enough to look at Susan as a whole person. Perhaps a day of
skiing with her helped, or perhaps I was just getting used to seeing her
strange nose jewelry. She was pretty, short brown hair, round face and pale
skin. Her heavy ski sweater hid her figure, but halfway through the meal,
she said she was hot and took it off, revealing a slim figure under a snug
red turtleneck. Judging by the way the turtleneck clung to her small breasts
and exposed the shape of her large nipples, she couldn't have been wearing
much of anything under it.
- "That was good," I said as I finished the last of my gravy
soaked rice and sat back.
- "You certainly ate enough," she said, grinning. "Want
dessert?"
- "No, I'm full," I said, and then noticed something strange in
her mouth as she licked a crumb off her lip.
- She must have seen the puzzled look on my face. She leaned back and
deliberately licked her lips, slowly running her tongue over them, pointedly
giving me a good look. There was a gold bead on top of her tongue, and
another below, and as she licked, it was obvious that they were connected
right through the center of her tongue.
- I was speechless. I didn't know what to say, and she just grinned at me
and changed the subject. "Come on, I'll pay."
- I tried to tell her that I should pay for my share, but she insisted,
leaving me feeling a bit helpless as I got back into the car. As I sat in
the car, I stewed in my own thoughts, confused by my reaction to Susan and
unsure how to deal with her.
- "I'm sorry I put you on the spot back there," she said as we
pulled onto I-70.
- "I don't know what to say."
- "Is it because you can't think of anything to say, or just that you
don't think I'd like what you wanted to say. If it's that, out with it, be
honest."
- "Oh hell," I finally said, quietly. "All right, I guess I'm
a bit grossed out by that thing you've got through your tongue and the
diamonds in your nose, but I'm also bothered out by my reaction to
them."
- "They're not diamonds, they're cubic zirconia," she said.
"But go on, what's the problem, what about your reaction bothers
you?"
- I took a deep breath. "I don't know. Hell, that's not true. I'm
fascinated with what you've done, I guess in a way, you've É this sounds so
corny É you've awakened a repressed fantasy of mine, and I guess I have a
hard time accepting that I have that kind of fantasy."
- "That took a bit of courage to say, didn't it," she said,
speaking quietly.
- "Aren't you missing your exit?" I asked as the interstate took a
turn and began its climb up the south wall of Clear Creek Canyon.
- "It doesn't matter," she said. "What's wrong with that kind
of fantasy? It's not that uncommon."
- "It isn't?"
- "It's common enough that people have written books on the subject,
there are people who make their living doing piercing for people like me,
and it's hardly a new thing. People have worn jewelry in their noses in
India and Africa for millenia, and that's only the start. Look in the
Encyclopedea Britanica under the subject of body modification, the theme
pervades human history."
- "Oh," I said, feeling a bit lame.
- Susan paused as we drove on, and then chuckled. "This fantasy of
yours, it's really not so awful, is it?"
- Was it so awful? I wasn't sure, but my curiosity gnawed at me as we drove
onward until I finally had to ask. "Have you got jewelry stuck through
any other parts of your body?"
- "Tits," she said.
- "What?" I asked, not ready to believe what she'd said.
- "You heard me, I've got pierced nipples. Is that part of your
repressed fantasy?"
- I didn't say anything for a while. "I don't know," I finally
said, exasperated with my inability to deal with what was happening.
- She reached over and rested her hand on my knee, saying nothing, and then
gave me a squeeze. "You make up your mind, OK?"
- "Let's change the subject," I suggested.
- The rest of the drive down towards Denver was uneventful. We talked about
our jobs. I told Susan about ceramics engineering working for Coors
Porcelain, the other Coors company in Golden, the one that nobody seems to
have heard of. Susan told me about her job as a technical writer.
- "My place or yours?" she asked, catching me by surprise as we
approached the Colfax Avenue exit.
- "What?"
- "I'm inviting you to visit my apartment, and I'm giving you the
alternative of having me up to your place if you'd prefer. From here,
they're about the same distance. OK?"
- "Take me home," I said. "That way, you won't have to drive
back and forth as much."
- I'd intended to say goodbye to her in the parking lot, but somehow we
ended up in my apartment. Susan asked to use my bathroom, and then I offered
to start coffee while she did. I zapped the water in my microwave and
managed to get the coffee ready at about the same time she came out of the
bathroom.
- "You've done a decent job with the apartment," she said as I
carried two coffee mugs into the living room.
- "It's all cheap," I said, and then paused as I got a good look
at her.
- She grinned and gestured at her legs. "Like 'em? They're warm under
ski pants, and they look pretty good without."
- "They look nice," I said. She was wearing red thermal tights
that matched her red turtleneck sweater. Like the sweater, they covered her
body without hiding much of anything, which is to say, they made her look
very sexy.
- "Thanks," she said, accepting a mug of coffee. "Ah, just
the smell hits the spot."
- She sipped her coffee, and I sat down to sip mine, sitting far enough from
her on the couch that I could look at her. Her nose jewelry still fascinated
me, but so did the shapes of her thinly clad legs and the nipples that
protruded so visibly under her thin sweater.
- She looked frankly at me over her coffee mug and then grinned and put it
down. "Want a kiss?"
- "OK," I said, and she shifted over to sit next to me, kissing me
gently on the lips.
- We sat side-by side, sipping our coffee and talking quietly, and I slowly
relaxed. We kissed again, sipped some more coffee, talked some more, and
then kissed again. I enjoyed her kisses, but I didn't push. Chaste kisses
were enough.
- We finished our coffee, set down our mugs, and kissed again, and suddenly,
our kissing was very unchaste. My tongue parted her lips, or did she part
her lips and invite my tongue in. Her tongue met mine, and then surged into
my mouth. I could feel the hard nubs of the jewelry she wore through her
tongue, but they turned out to be nice, something to feel and play with
while we kissed.
- She squirmed into my lap as we kissed, and then I fell back, letting her
press herself against me as she lay on top of me on the couch. I was getting
excited, and her sweater was soft and invited touching. As I ran my hands
over Susan's back, it was very obvious that the sweater and tights were all
she was wearing. Her fanny was soft and round under my touch, her back
seemed long, and the sides of her breasts were soft and warm.
- As my hands found the sides of her breasts, she lifted herself, inviting
me to touch her breasts, and I enjoyed the sensation of rubbing the hard
round knobs of her nipples through her sweater. I remembered that she'd said
that they were pierced, but other than their size, I couldn't feel anything
unusual about them.
- "I'm hot," I said.
- Susan broke the kiss and pulled back to smile down at me as I touched her
nipples. "You're still dressed for the slopes. Let me help you off with
that sweater."
- As I sat up, she pulled my ski sweater off over my head, and then
chuckled. "Want to see my titrings?"
- "OK," I said, as she reached for the fanny pack she'd left
beside the couch.
- "I usually wear little titrings, but they don't look good under tight
sweaters like this," she said, rummaging through her fanny pack.
"In the right company," she went on, pulling something out of her
pack, "this is a fun way to wear them."
- She held up a pair of largish rings, something like large hoop earrings.
While I watched, she slid a ring into its place, right through the knit
material of her sweater and obviously through the flesh of her nipple, in
one side and out the other, and then she did the same on the other side.
Half of me wanted to feel grossed out as I watched, but I was also
fascinated and even excited by what I saw.
- "Like the look?" she asked, throwing back her shoulders as she
posed for me. The rings dangled in front of her chest, holding my attention
on the her breasts and amplifying her smallest motion with their swinging
and sparkling.
- "Wow," was all I could say.
- She sat next to me again, kissed me, and then spoke quietly. "You can
touch them if you want. Half the fun of titrings is the stimulation. You
don't have to worry about hurting me, even if you do this." She
demonstrated with a tug and twist that looked horrible, yet she grinned all
the while.
- I must have looked shocked. "I've got an office mate who breastfed
her kids," Susan said, putting her arm around my shoulder. "She
said that babies suck and bite awfully hard, yet it usually just felt good
until the kids got teeth. Nipples really are made to take it, so you don't
have to worry. Come on, touch them."
- I did, feeling the cool metal of the rings, and then gingerly following
the ring to where it entered her nipple through the knit fabric of her
sweater. My fascination quickly got the better of me as I gently traced the
curve of her nipple, then tentatively took the ring in my finger and lifted
it.
- "That feels nice," she said, squeezing me and resting her cheek
on my shoulder as I tentatively pulled at a ring.
- Soon, I was lost in an erotic reverie as I explored the soft shapes of her
breasts, the hard lumps of her nipples, the soft texture of her sweater, and
her rings. Her hands were on me, sliding over my chest and running down my
hips as we kissed, and then her hand was on my penis.
- "Want to make love?" she asked, sliding her fingers over the
bulge in my pants.
- I couldn't say no as she pulled away from me and slid out of her tights.
Her legs were beautiful, but she quickly dropped out of sight as she
squatted in front of me to work at my pants. I was wearing jeans over
long-johns, sensible low-budget ski-wear, but hardly romantic to get out of.
- "How do you want to do it?" she asked, smiling at my penis as I
pulled off my pants.
- "I don't know," I said. "In bed?"
- "OK," she said, as I got up to lead her to the bedroom. "Do
you like 69?"
- "It's not what I had in mind," I said, puzzled enough that I
could feel my erection falling. I'd eaten girls before, but never had much
success making it mutually rewarding.
- "Want to try?" she asked. "I like it alot, it's not as safe
as 'just say no,' but it's pretty safe and it saves the hassle of condoms.
You are safe, aren't you? I mean, as far as you know, you don't have herpes
or AIDS or something?"
- "I think I'm safe," I said, losing enthusiasm as I took off my
shirt. "Are you?"
- "Yup," she said, giving me a hug and then kneeling to look at
me.
- "Aren't you going to take off your sweater?" I asked.
- "OK," she said, and then, as I watched, she carefully unlatched
the rings in her nipples. They didn't work like earrings, they were thicker
and when she took off her sweater, I could see that the holes in her nipples
were pretty large. The erection I'd lost came back as I watched her slide
the gold rings back through the flesh of her nipples, and then she smiled at
me and told me to lie down.
- Susan knelt on the bed beside me and ran her fingers over my chest, then
bent down to kiss me. I could feel the nub of gold on her tongue as we
kissed, and then she kissed my neck, gently working her way down over my
shoulderblade to my chest as she crawled over me.
- She angled her body so one breast was over my mouth, just out of reach,
with the ring hanging over me, and then she began gently dragging the smooth
gold ring over my lips. I hesitated, but her game was obvious, and soon, I
was playing along, grabbing at the ring with my lips as she kissed my
nipples.
- I eventually had the ring all the way in my mouth as I sucked on her
nipple and played with her other breast with a free hand. I think I could
have been content that way for a while, but Susan began to kiss her way down
my stomach, pulling her breast free of my mouth as she went.
- I half expected her to sit on my face as her lips reached my groin; I'd
had another girl do it with me that way, but Susan had other ideas. She lay
down beside me, cradling her cheek on my thigh as she pulled me towards her,
letting me rest my cheek on her thigh as I explored her.
- She wasn't clean-shaven, but she was well trimmed, and as she kissed the
inside of my thigh, I smelled her feminine musk and kissed her. I pressed my
lips to hers, tasting the salty-sweetness of her, and then she took the
swolen head of my penis into her mouth.
- The sensation of her lips wrapped around me was wonderful, but my
attention was between her legs as I parted her lips and explored her with my
tongue, probing, licking and sucking. I was hugging her hips with my arms,
but one hand wasn't really needed for that, so I slid it over her body to
her breast and found the ring through her nipple with my fingers.
- Judging by the way she thrust her hips at my face, she was excited; I was
too. She took my entire penis in her mouth, or at least, that's how it felt,
and then let it slide out before licking around the head. As she did it, I
could feel the hard nubs of the beads on her tongue, and then she swallowed
my penis again.
- I convulsed as the explosion of an orgasm coursed through my body, and
then she was thrusting her hips at me as I thrust myself into her, merging
with her, cooperating, bringing our bodies together in total ecstacy. There
was no doubt of her orgasm, I could feel it and taste it as I felt the
shuddering throbbing of my own orgasm.
- I don't know how long we relaxed, lying together mouthing each other in
the warm afterglow of a satisfying orgasm, but she eventually pulled free of
my limp penis and spoke. "That was good; you satisfied?"
- "Yup," I said.
- She sat up, then surprised me by bending down to kiss me. It was a
passionate kiss too, and I knew she was tasting herself in my mouth and
smelling herself on my face as I tasted myself in her. I didn't object, I
don't mind the taste of my own semin, but all the women I'd known before
seemed to dislike their own taste and smell.
- "Well," she said, backing away and smiling at me. "Now that
you've gone all the way with me, what do you think of my jewelry."
- "It's nice," I said, looking from the bright sparks of the
stones on the side of her nose down to the glittering rings on her breasts
and back again as I recalled the sensation of making love to her. "That
stud on your tongue feels interesting, and I like touching the, uh, the
rings in your nipples."
- "Call them titrings," she said, smiling. "Think I should
get any more interesting jewelry?"
- "I don't know," I said, gently stroking her side. "What
else do you have in mind."
- "Well, some people get pierced navels," she said, touching
herself as she spoke, "and I've also thought of pierced labia or even a
clit ring. That's supposed to feel really sexy."
- "It's your body," I said.
- "I should probably get going," she said, glancing at my bedroom
clock. "I've got to get up early for work tomorrow." She gave me a
gentle kiss. "If I had some work clothes here, I'd offer to spend the
night, but É"
- I followed her out into the living room and watched her pull on her red
tights. That was all she put on, other than her parka. Her sweater and ski
pants went into a plastic shopping bag she took out of her fanny pack, and
then she kissed me again, suggested we get together at her place next Friday
evening, and left.
- I fell asleep quickly that night, although in retrospect, that was a bit
of a surprise. Perhaps it was the long day of skiing finally catching up
with me. I woke up in the morning thinking about Susan, though, and
wondering how it would feel to wear rings or other jewelry through odd parts
of my own body.
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