Free Confessions of a Chalet Girl: by Lorraine Wilson

magical.’
    ‘I’m glad you like it. Better than night skiing?’ He joked.
    ‘Definitely. But are you seriously expecting me to swim outside, naked? Your car temperature gauge read well below freezing on the way down here and look, it’s snowing again.’
    They both gazed up at the soft, powdery snowflakes now falling steadily, adding to the substantial fall beneath their feet.
    ‘If you've never been swimming in the snow, you haven’t lived. The water is really warm, like a giant hot bath. Trust me. Just look at the clouds of steam coming up from the water.’ He tugged her towards the entrance and pulled out a set of keys to let them into the indoor complex.
    ‘Well, come on then.’ He pulled his jumper and T-shirt over his head. ‘Or am I going to have to undress you?’
    ‘Just you try,’ she answered and shrieked when he advanced with clear intent in his eyes.
    He grabbed her by her hoodie and they ended up in a tangle of limbs on one of the very stylish loungers.
    When they stopped laughing, they kissed, hands stroking, exploring and removing clothing, until Holly didn’t know where she ended and he began.
    ‘I like you a lot, Holly Buchanan.’ Scott stroked the side of her face and held her chin so he could look into her eyes.
    ‘I like you too.’ Holly wriggled against him, enjoying the intimacy, basking in that lovely sensation of having all night to make love with Scott. No desperate hurry, just pure, decadent indulgence.
    We have all the time in the world.
    ‘Let’s swim.’ He stood up and she followed him over to the indoor pool that in turn lead outside to the natural thermal pools.
    ‘You’re nuts.’ She lowered herself into the pool. But the temperature of the water surprised her, the heat enveloping her like a hug. It was as though she’d stepped into a giant’s piping hot bathtub. ‘Oh, it’s lovely.’
    ‘I told you. You really should have more faith in me,’ he replied, lifting up the plastic flap that stopped the cold air from entering the building so they could swim underneath it to the outdoor pool complex. In this outdoor pool numerous jets cascaded into the pool and several areas were taken over by bubbling hot Jacuzzi shelves shaped like cradle beds.
    ‘Oh Fab!’ Holly swam over to one of the Jacuzzi beds and scrambled up, letting the jets ease away any last vestiges of self-consciousness. ‘How do we get to the original natural pools?’
    A faint aroma of sulphur hung in the otherwise pure mountain air and steam billowed from the natural pools tumbling from the mountain source. Clearly no amount of snow or sub-zero temperatures could cool them.
    ‘We have to walk over the snow barefoot.’ He grinned at her.
    ‘You’re joking?’ She looked doubtfully at the thick layer of snow that lay between them and the natural pools. ‘They do look pretty though, almost magical with all that steam, like dry ice.’
    ‘They are magical,’ Scott replied, poker-faced.
    ‘Oh really, so what happens?’
    ‘You have to make a wish.’ He kept a straight face, only his lips twitching.
    ‘Let’s go then.’ She hoisted herself out of the pool and shrieked as her feet sank into the snow. The latent warmth of the Jacuzzi sustained her until she made it to the steaming natural pools.
    She sank down into the pool gratefully and Scott jumped in next to her.
    ‘I’m impressed,’ he said. ‘I thought I’d have to drag you kicking and screaming through the snow.’
    ‘You would have liked that, wouldn’t you?’ She rolled her eyes. ‘I’m sure there’s a bit of caveman in you.’
    She giggled as he moved closer to her, kissing her neck and running his hands over her breasts beneath the surface of the hot water. He found and gently squeezed her nipples, then cupped them as he increased the intensity of his kisses.
    ‘There’s a bit of caveman in every man.’ He paused and looked up, directly into her eyes. ‘Would you like me to demonstrate?’
    ‘Not yet, I haven’t