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Yasmin's Lake

In the summer Whistler, British Columbia, takes on a life of its own eh? It’s an all-year-round haven for enthusiasts of nature and its appeals, both calm and frenetic. I loved it all year round. I had spent decades in the city making my fortune in tech, and nowadays I prefer the connection with the mountains. I was also a bit of a doomsday freak and I preferred to be away from population centers, perhaps a disease of the rich, amongst many others.

I still maintained a hold over my empire of tech firms, new and old, as they spanned the globe and took on a life of their own, eating others, and each other, as capitalist irrationality does. Sometimes I flew into the various headquarters, and I was assailed by whores, men seeking favor, women seeking power. They practically threw themselves at me, the elusive tech guru peeking from his mountain hideout. I soured at the fakeness of their adoration, I am sure if I barked they would lie down naked, or bend over. The number of genuine people in my life was few and far between, perhaps some college buddies and a few true souls who helped me rise. Those folks I cherished and strained to see when I could.

The folks of Whistler helped me heal - they were mostly real, with some plastic fly-ins seeking the glory of nature. I often whiled around the village, for supplies and chit-chat. I lived in a remote cabin, so I sometimes craved human interaction. That lovely July day I wandered around the picturesque Swiss village knock-off, admiring the strainings of capitalism to cash in, something I was all too familiar with. I was always underdressed, I hated attention. Many knew me, and how much I was worth, some behaved, others were rabid, and I cared little.

A niece far away had a birthday, and I wanted to send something special. I was close with my sister, and my parents, and saw them when I could. I tried to show them I cared. The toy store was charming, it had hand-crafted items, and that's what appealed to me. I dealt with fake digital experiences, helping push humanity deeper into a zombie state, this store kept things real.

I heard her before I saw her. It was a clear laugh ringing across the store. It was like bells across the mountain valley, bird song in the dawn - refreshing and pure. It was a carefree laugh, free from malice and fakeness. Then I saw her, a curvy girl, cute and pixie-like, almost as though she had stepped out of the hand-carved doll rack behind her and had come to life. She had an incredible figure, a total hourglass. Long blonde hair shoulder length, a cute face, and luscious kissable lips. Her eyes were blue-grey and lit up when she smiled.

She had a perfectly narrow feminine nose, she emanated positive vibes. She was wearing a cute outfit of top and jeans, and her massive mountain boobs struggled against the t-shirt print of the Whistler mountains, what an irony. My cock kicked up, but it was not just sex. She was wholesome and pure. I wanted to put my hands around her pencil-thin waist and draw her close. Her ass matched her massive boobs, what a woman. She was laughing and giggling with a few girlfriends, clearly on a girl's summer trip. But I had to see if she was real.

I lounged around like a schoolboy, me, the tech titan who had a line of women. But this had to be special. If she started to walk out I would have done something stupid, but she did not, I had my chance. She came alone to one of the side aisles, and I walked up the other side slowly, smiling, and right up to her. She looked up and smiled, her eyes sparkling.

“You are a breath of fresh air, even in the mountains,” I muttered. What a corny line. I could have choked myself.

She looked surprised for an instant, then smiled and blushed and looked down, then up at me again, “Will you show me the mountains?” she asked slyly.

It was like we were in our world. She sensed something in me, probably something similar to what I sought in her. As they say, some of us run on the same frequency, and even fewer of us are lucky enough to find each other. I took her hand boldly and held it.

“Will you come with me … to the mountains … please?” I asked simply. She nodded shyly.

It was settled. She went over to her friends and chatted a bit, I stood by the door. They cast some glances at me, then they recognized me and started giggling and jibbing her. She brushed them off, said her goodbyes, and skipped over to me. I opened the door and we stepped out. We walked slowly and leisurely across the village. Her name was Yasmin, and she was an outdoor enthusiast and a teacher in the city. I talked about my life and times, she listened as though she did not know who I was, perhaps she did or pretended not to, I just deeply appreciated being listened to without someone making a sale. I had bet right.

We reached my Jeep Wagoneer, a monstrous beast fit for the hardest terrain, with all the opulence one can seek inside. I opened the door and she daintily stepped in, and we were off. We exited the village and headed south and up the terrain to GaribaldI Lake, a legendary mountain lake ringed by Gentian Peak, Guard Mountain, and Mount Price, the last being dormant volcanic. My cabin was almost hidden, in the nexus of these peaks, and offered a magnificent view across water, earth, and sky. I had hired the best architects and designers, and my wooden exterior frame concealed a concrete and steel interior with all the trappings of an LA mansion or NY penthouse. I parked out front and led Yasmin in. She yelped in delight to see all this, but she did not exhibit any sense of pride or victory.

We passed the day swiftly, trading stories and jokes, and learning about each other. Yasmin almost seemed a clean slate. She busied herself around the house and to my delight whipped up a beautiful pasta dinner. I watched her flit around, boobs and ass jiggling and my cock pulsed. She caught me staring sometimes but said nothing only smiled. We ate at the table that sat 20, side by side, and she fed me strands smiling and joking. She touched me often, so comfortable with me. At one point she leaned over and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you for sharing your corner of the world with me” she whispered.

I felt her heavy boobs on my chest and smelt her heady perfume. I smiled and nodded. It got dark soon and we had coffee out on the patio, the space heaters holding back the mountain chill. She folded up her legs looked out at the lake, and gave a deep sigh.

“I always wanted to get lost out here, to leave the world behind,” she said.

I wanted to offer her an escape. I suspected I would get a chance. The night passed in easy chat, and it was bedtime. She was not surprised when I showed her my extensive women's clothes collection, she knew someone of my stature would have female friends over. I had not even bothered to bring her suitcase. It was late, and I was lounging in the upstairs hall outside the bedrooms. Huge fires burned on both floors. Yasmin appeared in her bedroom door. She wore a hot pink nightgown, her perfect hourglass figure perfectly visible. Her nipples were sticking out, and I got rock hard. She was barefoot, and her dainty feet were so appealing, toes painted pink like her fingers. What a girly girl. She smiled and beckoned. I was done for.

I walked right into her arms and lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around me. This master bedroom had a panoramic view of the mountains and lake below. There was a small fireplace and light flickered. I put her gently on the bed and opened her nightgown. Her magnificent boobs were indeed mountains, giant ghost nipples with a peak in the center, and I lept down and sucked hungrily, they erected into my mouth. I took up her pretty feet and put one whole foot at a time into my mouth and sucked, they were so dainty. I licked her womanly curves, and down to her smooth pussy gash, and licked and slurped her juices. She moaned and arched her back. She raised herself and opened my pants and gave my cock a good suck and it hardened the rest of the way.

“Babe, sweet thing, I want to fuck you like nothing else” I gasped.

“I know sweetie, here try this,” she teased and turned over doggy.

For the first time, I saw her magnificent ass, what a work of art. Huge and round, and a cute little butt hole and pussy gash in the middle. I fell upon it like a hungry dog, licked every corner, and she was gushing wet. I entered her and slammed her like a hammer, standing, while she was bent doggy on the bed. The firelight jumped around and our shadows on the wall moved, her massive boobs flopping on the wall. I came inside her with a bang and fell on top of her. I rested for a bit and recharged, and we fucked till dawn, with breaks.

I made Yasmin a wonderful brunch at noon, we woke late, and we were spent. She came down so at ease, in a nightgown, walking barefoot through the house, talking away about different things. My huge cabin felt like it was alive again. We were having coffee together when suddenly she confided in me. She had come out of a painful breakup and her friends had suggested this mountain trip. It was a while back but she was still healing, but with me, she felt suddenly whole again. I hugged her close and kissed her.

“You are the real woman I have been looking for in a world of fakeness,” I told her, my eyes burning into her pretty eyes, lashes curling. She hugged me tight.

That afternoon we spent on the lake, in my speed boat. Yasmin was alive. Her hair blew in the wind, as my boat sped, and she took in the air and laughed into the wind. I drove watching her with delight. I never had so much fun on the boat. We turned back to the dock, but before we went up, she grabbed my hand.

“I want to do it here,” she said with a sly smile. It was a private dock, no one for miles. I did not mind.

There were a few couches on the deck, and it was not too cold. She laid me down on a massive couch, and she dropped her clothes on the deck. She crawled on top of me and fed me her massive boobs one at a time, I sucked greedily. I fingered her pussy and asshole, I was rock hard. She unzipped my pants and my cock jumped up. She turned 69 on me and we ate each other for a while. I loved tasting her pussy and butt hole. Then she rode me cowgirl, as I grabbed her magnificent boobs. She was such a vision, lips parted and panting in pleasure, her mountain boobs bouncing as she fucked me, and the granite mountains behind her with the lake. I came inside her, and she flopped onto me, and we lay there.

“Stay here with me, Yasmin, stay lost with me,” I entreated her.

“There is nowhere I would rather be,” she signed.

From that moment on, it was Yasmin’s Lake.