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Specter Of Grizzly Mountain
by Andrew Troy Keller (atk440@aol.com)

***

After she arrives at a ski resort for some peace and 
quiet, Bridget Fonda suddenly falls in love with a 
mysterious stranger who may or may not be a spooky 
local legend. (MF, celeb, rom, fantasy)

***

You know, I do believe that if some people want to go 
somewhere to get away from the stress of their jobs and 
give themselves some peace and quiet, they might want 
to go to a ski resort, where they could also enjoy some 
skiing.

One of those people happens to be a movie-star actress 
named Bridget Fonda, who has already finished filming 
the last few scenes of her latest film project and 
decided to go to Montana ski resort for some rest.

That particular Montana ski resort happens to be 
Grizzly Mountain and as soon as she had arrived at the 
resort on the Twenty-Seventh day of January -- which 
happens to be her birthday -- and walked over to the 
front desk to check herself in, Bridget was unaware 
that a pair of eyes were staring at her and those eyes 
were attached to a handsome young man.

Anyway, after she had gone into her room and got 
herself settled in, Bridget had changed her clothes, 
took out her skies and left her room to join the other 
snow bunnies on the slopes.

But then, as soon as she had arrived at the top of one 
of the ski runs, a curious Bridget had suddenly heard a 
small group of college students--who had arrived for 
some fun of their own -- talk about the wooden plaque 
on a tree that tells the story of a local legend known 
as the Specter of Grizzly Mountain.

According to the legend, a handsome young skier and his 
beautiful female lover had foolishly decided to ski all 
the way down the most dangerous ski run in the entire 
resort, Deadman's Run.

After they've gotten to the top of Deadman's Run, the 
two lovers were about to start skiing down the entire 
run, only to have the female skier stop right where she 
was, because she had an uneasy feeling about it.

And so, in order to ease her fears, the male skier has 
decided to ski down the run alone, only to have him do 
a loud Tarzan call while doing it and cause a ton of 
snow to slide down the mountain and towards the 
unsuspecting victim.

After she had spotted the large wave of snow heading 
towards her lover, the shocked female skier had tried 
to warm him, but her warning had came to him too late, 
for after he had stopped and turned towards her, the 
monstrous snow wave had smashed itself right on top of 
the male skier and killed him instantly.

Now, according to the legend, the male skier's ghost 
returns to the ski resort every year and had a romantic 
relationship with a woman whose beauty is like that of 
his long-lost love.

Well, after they've read the legend on the wooden 
plaque, Bridget had looked at the college students, let 
out a small giggle and said, "I just can't believe that 
you guys are perfectly willing to believe that piece of 
bull-shit. There's no such thing as ghosts."

And with that, Bridget had gotten her skies on, took a 
deep breath and started skiing down one of the other 
ski runs -- all the way down to the very bottom, where 
she had discovered that very same handsome young male -
- who was staring at her back at the resort--clapping 
his hands and saying, "Marvelous! Simply marvelous!"

"Well, I'm glad that I wasn't able to disappoint," said 
a smiling Bridget, after she had taken a deep breath 
and removed her skies. "By the way, who are you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I just forgot to tell you what my name 
is," said the male stranger, after he had stepped 
closer to Bridget and held out a friendly hand. "My 
name is Roger Morgan. I've just came here to get myself 
some peace and quiet."

And after she had heard that, Bridget had let out a 
sigh of relief, placed her gentle hand on top of 
Roger's and said, "Well, that really makes two of us. 
You see, I've also came here for the exact same 
reason."

And then, after they've shared a small chuckle between 
them, a curious Bridget had picked up her skies and 
asked, "Would you like to continue this little 
conversation in my room?"

"Sure thing, Bridget," answered Roger, while he was 
following Bridget all the way back to the resort. "I 
just hope that you've had all of your shots."

Just then, after she had let out a small giggle and 
they've finally made it back to the resort, the two 
newfound friends had walked into Bridget's room, where 
she had placed her skies inside a closet and asked, 
"Well, what do you think we should do first, Roger?"

"It's funny you should ask, Bridget," answered Roger, 
after Bridget had turned towards him and he had placed 
his gentle hands on her arms and moved his lips closer 
to hers, only to have a reluctant Bridget move her head 
away from Roger's. Taking a deep breath and saying, 
"I'm sorry, Roger. I really don't think that we should 
be doing this. You see, I'm actually not..."

But then, just as she was about to say another word, 
Roger had placed the tips of his fingers on Bridget's 
lips and said, "No, Bridget. You don't have to say 
anything. You also don't need to be afraid. All you 
need to do is relax... and enjoy it."

And with that, both Roger and Bridget had kissed each 
other ever so passionately on the lips, just before 
they've removed all of their clothes and placed their 
nude bodies on the bed.

"Aaaahhhh, yes! That's it! Do it, Roger!" said Bridget, 
after Roger had started licking all over her body -- 
all the way down to her hot, wet pussy and caressing 
her firm breasts. "Touch me! Touch me there baby! Suck 
my wet pussy dry! Aaaahhhh yes!"

And then, at that exact moment, Bridget had suddenly 
realized that she was experiencing something that she 
hadn't experienced with someone outside of Hollywood 
before, for she was experiencing pure and untamed 
erotica--and enjoying every minute of it.

Just then, after Roger had placed his stiff cock inside 
her asshole and used each of his hands to caress both 
her breasts and pussy, a sexually-energized Bridget had 
placed her gentle hands on his bare arms and yelled, 
"AAAAHHHH, YES! THAT'S IT! DO IT, YOU SON-OF-A-BITCH! 
FUCK ME! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME! SLAM IT ALL INTO ME! 
MAKE ME WANNA CUM! AAAARRRRGGGGHHHH!"

And then, after they've started moving harder and 
faster and their lovemaking has reached its final ski 
run, the two newfound lovers had cum and collapsed due 
to exhaustion.

After they were both finally able to catch their 
breath, Bridget had placed her head on Roger's chest, 
let out a sigh and said, "Oooohhhh, Roger. That felt 
soooo gooood. I just wish that we could stay together 
forever."

Then, after Roger had placed his gentle hand on top of 
Bridget's head and they've snuggled-up to each other, 
the two lovers had fallen asleep within their naked 
arms, while the rest of the resort had moved on with 
its normal daily business.

But then, after she had woken-up from her little nap 
and discovered that she was the only one in the room, 
Bridget had put on a bathrobe, stepped out of her room 
and walked over to the front desk, where she had placed 
her hands on the desk and said, "Excuse me. Could you 
please tell me where I might be able to find a guy 
named Roger Morgan?"

And after the desk clerk has heard what Bridget had 
said, he had taken a deep breath, placed his gentle 
hands on top of hers and said, "Miss, I hate to tell 
you this. But Roger Morgan was the name of the 
unfortunate skier who had died on Deadman's Run."

And after she had heard that, a shocked Bridget had 
stared at her reflection on the mirror behind the front 
desk and discovered that the words 'NOW DO YOU BELIEVE 
IN GHOSTS?' were written on it.

THE END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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