6 comments/ 52140 views/ 6 favorites Passionate Heat from Bitter Cold By: AreUReady The water was only two feet deep, and normally wouldn’t have posed a risk of death to anyone. Today though the temperature was below freezing and a thin covering of ice made two feet more dangerous than twenty. Harry was soaked from the neck down. The only part of his body still dry was his head, and it wasn’t keeping him from freezing quickly. “I’m sorry, Harry,” Julie said as she reached out and tried pulling him from the icy water. The air temperature was about twenty degrees Fahrenheit. When the temperature had plummeted the day before the ice had frozen only enough to hide the danger; parts of the stream were still running free. “I slipped and lost control and,” Julie was saying as she was pulling herself back to the shore while at the same time trying to get Harry out of the water. She was falling over her own skis as she trying to help Harry; Harry’s skies were stuck half in and out of the water. “It’s ok Julie,” he said as he tried to stand in the two feet of frozen water around him and get back up onto solid ground. “It could have happened to anyone,” Harry said as he reached down and undid the binding on one ski and succeeded in getting his wet body partly out of the water. With the help of his now free foot he managed to step on the other binding and release himself from his newly transformed water skis. Taking Julies offered hand he pulled himself up and out of the water and onto the ice where he momentarily froze in place. Jerking free he managed to push Julie and pull himself in a sort of bizarre dance across a few feet of ice and onto the shore. Harry looked up the trail at their path and realized that it wasn’t anyone’s fault. The wind whistling across the stream would have turned here at the bend where the pool had formed and swept across the exposed part of the trail, sweeping most of the snow off of it. Old icy snow was all that covered the part of the trail where Julie had tried to slow down and failed. She had slipped onto her ass and slid down the slope tw feet to the point where Harry had stopped when he’d heard her yell. He had turned to look and she’d hit him, knocking him onto his ass and then he’d proceeded to slide back onto the bank of the stream and out across the ice. The ice had only been thick near the bank where the stream had naturally pooled. Harry had stopped sliding about six feet from the shore. He’d lain motionless for about two seconds before the ice gave up and his plunge had occurred. Julie and Harry were deep in the North Woods, a couple of miles from their cabin and he was soaked to the bone. Julie was wet too, but thankfully only her lower legs were soaked through from trying to pull Harry out. Harry felt himself begin to shiver violently as he assessed their situation. Julie would probably be ok, but he’d have to find shelter and warmth within ten minutes if he was going to survive. Bending over he tried to see if he could get his skis back on and quickly realized that the water had soaked the bindings and made them useless. “We’ve got to get you out of those wet clothes quickly,” Julie said as she watched Harry’s pathetic attempt to put his ski’s back on. A shiver rippled up and down her spine as she realized the direness of their circumstances. “I think I remember seeing a little ram shackled, ancient cabin up the trail a little ways,” Harry offered up this thought as a faint glimmer of hope. He stood up and his already freezing pants and jacket added more of a challenge to the walk ahead. Julie was standing up now, on her ski’s watching him and wondering what to do. The trail ahead was fairly level and wide, and her skis were still working. “Maybe you could stand behind me and hold on and we can try to ski on only my skis,” Julie suggested. Any other time, and in any other situation Harry would have found this suggestion funny and quickly made a joke about it; right now he was willing to try anything. He stepped behind Julie and, pressing himself against her, held on as they started. Had anyone been watching they would have rolled down the hill laughing. Julie and Harry were the most ungainly sight as they attempted to ski together on one pair of skis. It did work a bit though, so Harry wasn’t going to complain. It was better than walking, and Julie was keeping him warm and a bit out of the breeze. Julie quickly realized that not only was Harry completely soaked, but he was shivering violently; trying as hard as she could Julie attempted to make haste as she skied down the trail. It was ungainly, but they were making more progress then they could have just by walking. Within a few minutes they had covered about 1000 yards, and she was starting to getting worried as to how far this supposed cabin Harry remembered was. If they didn’t find it soon, they’d have to stop somewhere and attempt to start a fire to warm themselves up. “It’s got to be just around the next bend,” Harry whispered into Julie’s ear, his voice quivering with cold shivers. He hoped he was right. He needed to be right if he was going to last much longer. Harry felt his eyes closing as they trudged along. “I think I see something,” he heard Julie shout just as he had closed his eyes. “Back there underneath the trees, do you see it,” she was asking him. Harry looked where she was gazing and thought he also saw something. He did. It was the cabin he vaguely remembered having seen a couple of years back. It was in worse shape then he recalled. They turned off the trail and hopped off the skis to get through the undergrowth that blocked their way. In less than two minutes they reached the cabin. It was locked. Nestled in the ring of trees, overgrowth having obscured most of the cabin as the forest attempted to reclaim its’ wood, Harry was amazed that Julie had seen it. It was even more amazing that despite its derelict shape it still had all of its windows intact and the door was locked. Harry paused to ponder how they were going to get in when his numb mind was rewarded with the sharp crack of breaking glass. Julie had used one of her ski poles to break a pane in the window and was reaching inside to unlock it. Harry watched as if he was a detached bystander as she then tried to lift the unlocked sash up. It wouldn’t budge. “Harry, help me,” she said, “I don’t think I can get it up by myself,” she was looking at Harry and he was looking at her but his cold fogged mind didn’t seem to register anything that she was saying. “Harry! Help me open the window,” she shouted at him. He either heard her or at least finally figured out what she was trying to do and came over to offer his pathetic help. Working together they managed to break the combination of old age, decay and layers of paint free that were holding the window shut. It creaked like a tree branch falling free and slowly went up. Julie quickly scampered over the window sill and into the cabin. Harry stood there watching and not watching at the same time. He was cold and only getting colder. The door opened and Julie popped her head out. “Come on,” she said, “there’s a fireplace, some wood and a bed,” she said to Harry who was staring at the open window as if wondering where she’d gone and if he should follow. Julie cringed as she realized how long he had been exposed to the cold, and how much it was affecting him. Walking quickly to him she grabbed him around the waist and led him into the cabin. It was musty smelling and old. Amazingly it was dry and not leaking snow, water or air except through the open and broken window. Harry saw the old handmade wooden bed in the corner, complete with a broken mattress, sheets and a blanket. The only logical thought to enter his mind in some time was that they just might stand a chance. He thought this as Julie led him to the bed. “You’re too cold to last much longer Harry,” she was saying as she pulled the bed sheets back. Surprisingly, it looked as if someone had left the cabin years ago thinking that they would be right back. Everything was in its place and made up as if the owner had just left. The only thing out of place was the dusty dankness that had accumulated when the owner hadn’t returned in many years. She pushed Harry onto a chair next to the bed and started taking off his frozen boots and clothes. “Harry,” she was saying to him—he wasn’t really realizing it. He was like a newborn toddler whose eyes drifted around looking for what the sound was. “Harry, you have to get out of these clothes and I’m going to try to start a fire,” she was saying as she pulled his head up level with hers, her eyes boring into his frozen brain and lighting just a flicker of recognition. Harry nodded as Julie turned to the fire. Harry slowly tried to take off his clothes but he wasn’t very fast. He was watching Julie build a fire with the dry kindling and firewood stacked in front of the fireplace. In the time it took her to get the fire built he managed to half remove his jacket. “Don’t tell me they didn’t leave any matches,” she was mumbling as she turned the area around the fireplace upside down looking in vain. “You’d think there would be a pack sitting right here with the kindling, or the wood, or at least the candles,” she was saying as she scanned the room. There was a wood cook stove on the other side of the room. Harry watched as she spotted it and then found an old box of matches sitting on a ledge above it. “Wonderful,” Harry heard her say as he finished getting his jacket off and she brought the fire to a quick start with only one match. Turning back to Harry, Julie’s brief happiness at starting the fire was quickly tempered by Harry’s pale, bluing skin and still clothed body. “Quickly Harry,” she said as she helped him pull off his ski pants and shirt. Thankfully he had on his polypropylene long johns, she thought as she removed these also. The fire had burst fully alive as Julie succeeded in removing all of Harry’s wet clothes and pushed him under the covers. Turing her attention to the cook stove, Julie quickly had it blazing in competition with the fireplace. Hopefully with two fires on opposite sides of the small cabin the place would heat up quickly. She looked around and was surprised at how nice it actually was. It seemed that once both the fires were going it was actually turning pretty cozy. “Connie....cold....Connie...,” his own voice sounded foreign to him as he struggled with the shivers and hoped that Connie would help him warm up. He’s delirious thought Julie. He thinks I’m Connie. She was cold too, but thankfully she’d only gotten wet from the thighs down, and even then she hadn’t plunged completely in. Harry on the other hand had been soaked through; the only part of him that had stayed dry was his head. She couldn’t imagine what would have happened if he’d gotten his head wet. Unlike Julie who often went out in the cold like Nanuk of the North, Harry was more sparsely dressed, relying on the ability of his large body to keep itself warm in almost any conditions. These weren’t conditions he was prepared for. Julie realized that Harry’s only chance was her own 5’8”, 120 pounds of warmth. Harry’s pale body strengthened her resolve for what she had to do. She’d taken a couple of survival courses over the years but had hoped she’d never need to use what she knew. She quickly stripped herself of her clothes and climbed into bed, pressing her naked body up against Harry. Cold. Harry was colder than anything she’d ever felt—it was like pressing yourself up against a molded sheet of ice—the cold seemed to touch every pore of her body at once. She pressed tight against him, wrapping her arms around him and facing him. He was a human icicle and if it wasn’t for the fire shedding a few whispers of heat on the back of her exposed head, she would have pulled away from him instantly. “Connie...,” he said again with a voice that seemed comforted, and was maybe shivering just a little bit less. Julie didn’t respond, she’d let Harry think whatever he needed to if it would help get him through the moment. She did roll over though. She needed to feel the warmth of the fire on her face, and get the psychological benefit of seeing the flames if she was going to be able to hug an icicle until he melted. Pulling Harry’s body tight around her, his arms wrapped around him as she spooned him, Julie was thankful at least that she couldn’t feel anything down there other than the cold; she didn’t know what she’d do if she felt his thing pressed against her nakedness. She wasn’t ready for that problem yet. Julie thought of Connie, her best friend since childhood. It would have been so much better if Connie and Julie’s husband, Pat had been here this weekend. This situation would have been easier to deal with if everyone was here—and she wouldn’t be the one naked in bed with Harry right now. Every year they went skiing for a long weekend on the isolated trails in the North Woods. They’d been coming to the same place for the past three years, which was good—and probably the only reason they’d found this cabin at this critical time. Connie hadn’t been able to come this weekend, at the last moment her mother had come down with a bad bout of the flu and she’d gone home to stay with her. Pat had needed to work on an unexpected business meeting that had been scheduled for the coming week. Julie and Harry wouldn’t have even come if it hadn’t been for their spouses’ insistence. Pat and Connie had insisted they go, pointing out that they had already lined up a sitter to watch their combined three kids, and they wouldn’t get their deposit back anyway at this late a date for the cabin they had rented. Julie almost laughed out loud at all the good the heated chalet was doing them at the moment. Harry and she were enjoying the much more spartan comforts of the woods, far from their spacious accommodations with separate rooms, let alone separate beds. “Harry,” Julie tried to get a response out of him, realizing that he hadn’t said a word since the last time he’d called her Connie. He didn’t respond. She was worried. Julie knew you weren’t supposed to fall asleep in the cold—that your body would shut down and you’d never wake up, you’d freeze to death in your sleep. What if that was happening to Harry right now, she thought. She’d never forgive herself for having pushed him into the water, accident or not. She’d also never be able to face Connie and the kids. “Harry,” she tried again accompanied by a slight elbow in the ribs. He grunted and jumped at being poked. Ok she thought, he’s not dead yet, and it was getting warmer. Maybe things would still work out ok after all. At least you’re not going to freeze to death she thought as she let him sleep. His shivering must have exhausted him, and he was at least now breathing fairly evenly. She even thought his body might be warming up, or maybe hers was just too cold to tell the difference. Julie pulled his arms tight around her and snuggled closer as she watched the fire burn, trying her best to absorb the infrared heat through her eyes. She was thinking about Pat and how they loved to cuddle on the couch and enjoy the warmth of the fire spreading across their bodies. What she wouldn’t give to be with him now, warm in their own home. Julie never realized that she herself was drifting off, the fire having a hypnotic affect upon her as it slowly warmed the cabin and her face. Julie was drifting, vaguely aware that she was asleep, but conscious enough to know that she was dreaming. Quickly she forged ahead on one of her sparse outings into the world of lucid dreaming. She’d been trying lucid dreaming for over a year and was finally getting some occasional success on those rare occasions that she managed to catch herself before gaining consciousness, while still foggy enough to maintain some grasp upon dreamland. This was one of those moments. Her dream came back over her and she realized that she was having an erotic lucid dream. She’d only succeeded once before at this and it had been ages ago. She felt his arms holding her as he prepared to plunge his cock into her eager waiting sex. She realized that it might very well be the familiar feeling of a hard erect cock pressing up against her naked ass that was the driving force behind this dream. Hell she thought, I might even be completely awake but I’m going to enjoy it anyway. Pat often woke up in the morning with an erection, and most of the time it was pressed up against her firm ass. Normally by the time morning rolled around she found herself spooned up against him, pressed tightly to his warm body. More than half the time this combination of morning spooning and Pat’s early morning nocturnally hard cock led to amorous lovemaking before they even opened their eyes. Julie pressed herself back and felt his cock slide easily into her warm, moist opening. Obviously he been pressing himself against her for some time, she was that wet. Shifting her ass slightly she slid down upon his erection—all the way, and then some. She stopped. It was bigger than normal she thought, and then realized that she was dreaming. This sudden realization almost woke her, except that she’d never forgive herself for letting such a filling cock slip back into the mists. She was imagining a stranger’s large cock insider her, and it was turning her on. She pressed harder and impaled herself completely on the cock of her dream lover. Pat wouldn’t mind she thought, she’d only be wetter when he woke up and gave her his cock for real. Julie started to pump her hips slowly upon the imaginary man she was fucking. At first he didn’t move at all. It was like fucking a fixed dildo that awaited her every move. She just fucked harder and with faster strokes. Slowly she thought she felt some movement, it didn’t seem like it was just her doing the fucking anymore. She felt her lovers’ arms stirring around her, holding her tighter as her dream dick started to fuck back. Julie could tell that she wouldn’t last long, this different, larger cock inside of her was turning her on in a way she’d never felt possible. “Connie.....,” she heard her dream lover whisper, “I was so cold....,” he continued. Cold? That sure was an odd thing for a dream lover to whisper in her ear she thought as she reached back behind him and grabbed his ass, pushing him harder and deeper against her. She was now so wet that she could feel her juices running onto her thighs. It was odd; she seemed to be getting more turned on by her own excitement. “Baby that feels so good,” her dream lover said as she started moving her hips faster. She felt her lovers right hand slide around her body and down across her stomach. It tickled a bit as he kept going below her belly, past her belly button and through her sparse pubic hair to her swollen clit. His hand touched her just right, like her dream lover always would. “Oh yes Pat, right there,” she heard herself say. His middle finger had found her budding flower and was tracing teasing circles upon it. Her lovers pressure varied just enough as he subtly pulled the hood of her clit back and grazed her naked clit before releasing it and leaving her center for a split second. He continued this slow teasing as Julie smiled, realizing that she was going to come quick, hard and fast. She felt her own body stiffening, her muscles tensing and tuning for their explosion of cosmic clitoral nerves. “Pat?” her dream lover asked in a confused voice. She only half realized that her lover was questioning her as waves of synaptic bliss crashed forth from the shore of her clitoris and broke free to drown her body in nirvanic ecstasy. She felt herself leave her body as her climax drowned out all else for the moment. Harry had awoken in a daze. He never woke up very clear minded, there was always a fog shrouding his thoughts and perceptions until several minutes after he reached full consciousness. This time though he thought for sure he should have been dead. Passionate Heat from Bitter Cold The last thing he remembered was freezing to death. He knew he passed out from the numbness of the cold seeping into every pore of his body. He didn’t remember anything other than trying to find someplace warm. He had a vague notion that there was a bright warm light somewhere ahead of him and then he’d lost consciousness. Now he was prepared to accept that he’d finally passed over into the afterlife except for one small problem; he was sure that when you died and were reborn the first thing you consciously experienced wasn’t a hot, wet pussy enveloping your dearly departed cock. It took him several seconds to even figure out what he was feeling. He was still cold—at least his legs and extremities were—but a large part of his body while not warm was at least not feeling frozen still. The center of his body seemed very warm, and moist, no wet he thought: warm and wet, and throbbing. Yes, he felt as if he had a huge erection and it was being caressed by something warm, wet and quite tight. It made no sense, if he was dead this wasn’t the way it should be, and if he was alive your surely didn’t come back from the brink of an ice age feeling as if you were having sex. “Oh yes Pat, right there,” he heard and all the vapors of sleepy fog vaporized instantly. He was wide awake but still had his eyes shut. He didn’t want to open his eyes, and he had no idea why or what he’d expect. Pat? Why was he hearing Pat’s name? It made no sense. A split second later the fog that had given way to the unenlightening darkness in his mind snapped again into a lucid broad daylight of awareness. Everything came flooding back at once: the skiing, the fall into the icy water, the cabin and Julie building a fire. It should only be Julie here he thought as he realized that the pussy clamped upon his cock was quaking as if in orgasm. “Pat?” Harry said in confusion as he opened his eyes. There was a fire burning in the fireplace, he could partially make it out from behind something that was partially blocking his view. He was in a bed. He was naked in a bed. He was not alone. The red auburn hair that was partially obscuring his view of the fireplace smelled like only one woman he knew—Julie. They’d been friends long enough that he knew her smell almost as well as his wife’s’. There was a different smell in the air too, similar and yet infused with Julie’s smell and he knew instantly it was the smell of her sex. It was intoxicating. His waking consciousness expanded fully and he realized that he had been having a wet dream just a few moments ago—the first one with a real woman. He remembered that his hand had been caressing the clitoris of a faceless woman that he was fucking—in front of a fireplace. His hand moved and he realized that there wasn’t enough hair between the legs of the woman in front of him, and that she was soaking wet, her clitoris a hard throbbing bump. There was no way it was Connie, his wife, the only woman he’d made love to for the past several years. Connie hadn’t shaved her pubes bare in years, and the crotch under his hand had been virtually pube free. Feeling his hand again now that he was awake, he realized that it was still caressing a pube free crotch. Harry’s cock swelled and jumped as he reached several quick conclusions. He couldn’t even begin to fathom a way that it could be true, but his cock had to be buried in Pat’s wife. That would partially explain having heard Pat’s name moaned out a couple of moments ago. If he was fucking Julie, then from the sound and feel of things, she was having a monstrous orgasm. Harry had stopped pumping his cock when he’d opened his eyes but it didn’t matter—Julie’s orgasm caused her to randomly squeeze his cock hard in a frenzied, chaotic orgy of ecstasy. She was fucking his cock purely with her cunt muscles, a sensation that Harry had never felt before. “Oh yes Pat, yes,” he realized he heard her for the second time as his own erection jerked. His own excitement, coupled with the mind-blowing reality that hit both of his heads hard at the same time was too much. His consciousness became full a split second before his cock took over and started pumping hard again into Julie’s cunt. He pumped his hips hard against her about eight times while his hands wrapped around her tight and enjoyed the feel of her stomach and her breasts. On the ninth thrust he lost it. His cock jerked and pressed deep into Julie, hard against her innermost depth as he felt himself spasm and let loose. His cock swelled and overflowed and sent a thick stream flying high into her womb. “Julie, oh Julie,” he moaned as his orgasm overtook him and his body pressed tightly against her firm, tight ass. He felt her body for the first time in all of its wonderfully firm softness as he spasmed repeatedly inside of her, filling her pussy with his sperm. “Julie, oh Julie,” she heard as her orgasmic contractions slowed and she began spiraling down. She was just beginning to return to her body from the high of her orgasm when the recognition of the voice moaning her name in deep passion slammed her hard back into herself. She’d never heard that voice moan her name, much less in the midst of such a mind-blowing orgasm. Julie’s eyes jerked open at the sound of Harry’s voice as the precise instant that her dream lover left the R.E.M. state of sleep and continued on, crashing hard and throbbing into reality. Harry was coming inside of her. Julie turned her head and was face to face with Harry as he filled her deeply and completely while his cock exploded; shooting his sperm inside of her. She just stared in shock as she realized where she was, what was happening, what had happened and why her dream lover had called her Connie. Her entire body stiffened instantly into horror and she inadvertently clamped her pussy muscles tight, squeezing Harry’s cock hard. “Oh God,” Harry said as his eyes met Julies and she squeezed him harder than any woman ever had. He closed his eyes again as the sensation overwhelmed him. In horror Julie realized that she was giving Harry intense pleasure as she’d squeezed him in horror at what was going on. She consciously relaxed and pulled away from him, sliding off of his shooting, sperming cock. She felt the wetness of warm sperm leaking out of her body at the same time that his last spurt shot across her lower back. “What are we doing!” shouted Julie as she pulled away from Harry and ripped the covers off their bodies, leaving them both naked. She stopped then and stared as a final spurt of sperm oozed out of his cock and onto the bed. His cock was long and thick. She realized that it was easily bigger than any cock she’d ever had—even years ago when she’d been in school. Pat’s cock was a decent size, but Harry’s was bigger still. Without meaning too Julie stared at Harry’s cock and then allowed her gaze to travel across the rest of his body. His legs were well toned and firm, probably from all the exercising they all did and the training he was always doing, working out with Pat. Both of them were avid joggers but it seemed that working out did more for Harry than Julie could have imagined. There was a slight roundness to his belly but it wasn’t overly large or noticeably fat. Her eyes traveled up from his hairy belly to his chest and admired the firm pecs that were slightly sparkling in the firelight. She’d always wondered what Harry looked like naked. It was only natural she figured, they’d know each other for a long time and she was constantly wondering what men looked like once you took away all of their clothes. Hell, she’d even discussed his naked body with Connie on those rare occasions when abundant alcohol and late nights had led their conversations astray. Nothing Connie had ever said could have prepared her for the real thing though. She stared speechless and open mouthed at his body while she felt the cold air of the cabin caressing her still damp body. The warm wetness of their abruptly severed union was slowly running down the inside of her thigh. Harry was speechless. His initial shock as she screamed “what are we doing” while pulling herself off of his orgasming cock was stopped cold by the vision of her naked body before him. She was on the edge of the bed, naked before him, the afterglow of sex glistening off her body as the firelight caressed it just so. The fading sunlight trickling through the dusty windows added an almost ethereal quality to her body. She was gorgeous. Harry would have never figured her nakedness to be as stunning as she was now before him. Julie always dressed conservatively and wore outfits that would have never gotten a rise out of the most abstinent monk. It wasn’t possible to get a good idea of what her body truly looked like. The missing pieces of his imagination were filling in with the quick snapshots of his mental camera. Her breasts were the first thing he noticed, they seemed bigger than he would have thought. They were also very firm and had that swelled roundness to them that allowed them to lie back upon her chest slightly tipped, her nipples presented like an offering. The offered nipples were succulent. Large, firm and hard to imagine resisting, they’d make a welcome target for a man or a newborn. Harry averted his glance as he realized that her kids had been raised there only a few years back. His adverted glance traveled down and saw why he hadn’t felt much hair. Julie had shaven her pubic hair into a small triangle no more than two inches across at its widest point. All of her pubic hair ended before her clit which still sat nestled in the valley of her lips, swollen and beckoning. Her pussy lips were large, wide and beckoning, even though they opened up onto a rather smallish looking opening. The pregnant after sex look of her pussy was only more enticing in it’s swollenness as he saw his seed trickling out of her. Her thighs were wet with their sex, and her juices. Her lips gaped as if they were still missing his cock, much as he was already missing the brief taste his cock had had of her pussy. “What have we done,” Julie said as she attempted to cover herself up as best she could with her hands. Harry offered her the blanket and she quickly wrapped her body in it, seemingly chilled from something other than the cold. Harry didn’t know what to say. He was still feeling the euphoria that accompanied orgasm—an especially strong euphoria considering the odd mix of consequences that led to this union. He had never had any thought of being with any woman other than his wife in years—since before they’d even gone out let alone gotten married. His wife was a sexual demon and when it came to the bedroom she had shown him things he could never have even dreamed of. Now though, something new had snuck up on him and sucked him in with such ferocity that he didn’t know what to think. “I don’t know,” Harry offered up in response to Julie’s questioned look more than her voiced despair. “I didn’t even realize what was going on until I awoke abruptly to find you coming on my cock,” he half protested and half pleaded. Harry had no idea where to go from here, or even how they’d gotten to a here in the first place. “You look cold,” Harry said as he offered her a place under the sheet next to him on the bed. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea,” Julie protested as Harry waited for her, his body once again exposed to her admiring gaze. She was cold, but she didn’t just sleep with men so easily she thought. It had taken Pat several dates just to get under her bra. The chilling ooze of their sex trickling down her thigh quickly smashed her previous hesitations. Harry had never even tried to get under her shirt; he had just gone right for the pussy that had impaled itself upon him, or something like that she thought. The irony of how fast she’d actually slept with Harry caused her to lighten up a bit and slowly she moved over and laid down on the bed next to him, keeping herself snugly covered in her blanket as she lay back down. “Not a good idea because you might take advantage of me,” laughed Harry as he realized what Julie was thinking and how far they’d already gone. Humor was the only possible way to get through what had just happened. He still didn’t know how it had even come about “Don’t try to be funny now Harry,” Julie protested as she pressed her blanket clad body back against him. She realized though what he was saying and what they had just done. She would have never slept with another man—but she had just done so with Harry. Never would she have imagined cheating on Pat, and yet she just had. True it had been fairly unconsciously and perhaps more importantly with the only man she’d ever allowed a glimmer of fantasy to entertain. True, she’d never cheat on Pat but after years of listening to Connie talk she’d often wondered if Harry could possibly be that big a stud. The way Connie talked Harry was such a stud that Connie had turned herself into a complete slut just to assure herself that he would never wander. Julie realized that he likely was as much a stud as she’d been told, and she too would have become his slut if she’d thought she had too to keep him. “The truly funny thing,” said Harry as he casually put his arm over and around Julie, “is that I think it was you that did the taking advantage of part of this coupling,” he smiled as he held her in a friendly manner. “I didn’t know what I was doing!” protested Julie as she turned to look at Harry. The blanket fell off her chest as she turned and her right breast was revealed in the glow of the reflected firelight. “And I didn’t realize that you have the most delectable breasts I’ve ever seen,” said Harry as he stared at her ample breast inches from his face. His hand moved slowly across her body towards her breast. Julie didn’t move, partly from fear and partly because she liked the way he was looking at her. Pat didn’t look at her this way anymore. True, he still loved her and admired her body, but Harry’s gaze was more reminiscent of a lusty teenager stealing his first glance of a woman’s bare flesh. Julie couldn’t even consider that he might turn her on. “I don’t think you should be doing that,” protested Julie as she pulled the blanket back against herself just as his hand was about to leave the safety of the cloth for the bare flesh of her bosom. She had to maintain some modicum of decency she realized. “Sure, first you use me and then you refuse me,” laughed Harry as he pulled the blanket back out of her hand and off her breast. His hand touched her and she jumped from the excitement of it. She stiffened but made no move to stop him as he began to make slow, lazy circles around the swell of her breast. “Harry, I didn’t mean to,” she started to protest as she felt her nipple stiffening. He was watching her breast, and would soon realize the effect of his caressing upon her. His circling fingers were light and teasing, and the circles were getting smaller and tighter. Her nipple flushed with excitement. She saw a twinkle in his eyes and realized that if he reached her nipple it would be all over, she’d be powerless to him. “Harry, we can’t,” she protested as she sat upright and pulled the blanket again over her body. She saw him frown slightly as his gaze was forced upwards to her face once again. She was naked in a cabin deep in the woods, complete with a warm fire and softly falling snow. In normal circumstances and if Pat was here she would welcome, no she would demand exactly what was happening here. It was the perfect setting, just not the right man. Worse yet, she had already made love to him. There was no way it could get any less right she thought. “Look Harry, you were cold, babbling, I thought you were going to die of hypothermia. I made a fire and stripped you out of your wet clothes. I didn’t know what to do so I did what they train you to do. I got naked and used my body to warm you up,” she was jabbering now, trying to build a logical defense against what had happened and what could so easily continue. The sunlight fading from the windows was only making it harder. “Somehow we must have drifted off and then the fire warmed things up. I thought I was dreaming, and well...,” she didn’t know what to say next. I thought I was dreaming and wanted to try and have a lucid sex dream with a stranger? That surely didn’t sound like the right way to protest her innocence. She wasn’t about to tell him that she and Pat spooned often in bed and that this was perhaps her second most favorite position. She didn’t know what to say so she just froze. “We can’t just have sex,” she finally blurted out. “Of course we can’t,” replied Harry and Julie relaxed a bit. “We’ve already just had sex, and unless you’ve packed extra clothes somewhere I don’t think we’ve got a lot of choice about the sleeping arrangements,” he said while nodding towards the failing light outside the windows. Julie realized that they were trapped here for the night, regardless of whether either one of them had the energy to ski out now. Harry’s skis were lost somewhere in the water or snow, and it was at least a few miles to the car. Their clothes were just lying wet upon the floor and the temperature wouldn’t allow any more foolishness today. They were going to have to wait it out right here. “Look Harry, just because we messed up once and ended up having sex doesn’t mean it’s going to happen again,” Julie said as she pulled the blanket more tightly around herself as she attempted to shroud herself in frail logic that was meant more for herself and her desires than for his. It wasn’t helping that Harry wasn’t trying to cover himself up, and that his chest was very muscular, or that she now knew what it felt like against her naked skin. She’d enjoyed waking up in his arms even though her dream lover was never supposed to crash through the fantasy barrier of sleep. “No, you’re right,” he said as he looked deeply into her eyes, “the first time it was just sex, neither of us knew what was going on. The next time I want to make love to your body completely and openly,” he smiled as he pushed himself upright from the bed and strode naked across the room. Julie couldn’t help it, she stared at his naked ass and she liked it. He couldn’t say that though she thought. Logic was failing her faster than the fading sunlight. Harry went to the fire and stoked it with a few more logs to get it burning good. He then pulled the wet clothes up off the floor and spread them out upon various hooks and chairs near the fireplace and stove. He could feel Julie’s eyes burning into his naked backside. He didn’t see what the point was. They’d already done the one thing neither of them would have ever done openly. Harry knew he wouldn’t have cheated on Connie, and from what Connie had told him about Julie it was amazing she’d ever given up her virginity to Pat. Most importantly, although Julie and he had spent years flirting with each other and teasing each other—it was all done in fun and jest, with no thought of any eventual reality. It was not the kind of flirting you did with a lover, only a really good friend. Never was a fragile qualifier thought Harry as he turned at the sound of Julie’s voice. “I would never cheat on Pat,” Julie was saying as she stared into the fire. “I’ve been faithful to him since before we married. Actually, he’s the only one I’ve ever been with,” she said, “.....until now...,” her gaze was deep and distant as it looked to the glowing embers for help. “And if you hadn’t done what you did to begin with, I wouldn’t be here now,” Harry said. He watched to see if his words were getting to her. Several seconds passed before her gaze lifted to his. Julie knew that what he said was likely true. Without her help he would likely have died of exposure. “But if it wasn’t for me, you’d never have ended up in the water in the first place,” she protested, “I probably would have ended up soaked instead,” she realized as she said it. Harry had probably kept her from being the soaked and frozen one. Passionate Heat from Bitter Cold “Yes, and I would have done the same thing for you,” he said as their eyes danced about the possibilities. “Of course I probably wouldn’t have placed myself in quite so intimate a position if I could have avoided it,” his voice trailed off as he smiled at Julie. She smiled back not because of the joke he had let sink into the depth of their situation, but because she realized that she couldn’t have asked for a better man to have been with at this time other than her husband. “I thought you were going to die,” she said as she remembered how cold and unresponsive he had been. “I think the scariest thing wasn’t that you would be gone and I would be alone here in the woods,” her voice was low and her gaze had returned to the musings of the glowing embers. “The scariest thing was that I would have missed out on something that I’ve wanted for a long time, and knew I could never have,” she finally said it out loud. She let her innermost thoughts break forth, spurned on by the flickers of white hot heat in the embers. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like,” she was pouring her soul out now; trying to quench to fire that had been only recently ignited within her and was still smoldering. “I’ve heard Connie talk about you for years, I’ve seen the way you take care of the kids, yours and mine,” she moved on the bed, rising from her half reclined position to sit up. She didn’t even feel the blanket falling free of her shoulders, cascading around her waist. She was naked and exposed in the firelight. Harry watched as she sat up. He felt himself twitch at the sight of her half naked body even though he was intensely listening to what she was saying. Her breasts were rising and falling slowly with her breathing. He didn’t mean it, but he couldn’t stop it as his cock started to stir on its own. “And I’ve always wondered if someday their might be a possibility,” she had shifted her gaze again off of the fire and into his eyes. He didn’t realize it right away, he was too busy watching her chest rise and fall and admiring this recent optic treat that was burning itself into his memories. “Maybe I did die here today, or at least something did,” Harry was saying as he walked slowly back towards the bed. “Perhaps you brought me back to life, and maybe we won’t wake up tomorrow and find our way out of here,” he had reached the bed and was pushing Julie back upon it as he lay down. He felt her hand grasp his erecting cock as she opened herself up to him. “But for now there is only one thing I can even think about, a completeness that has to occur,” she had pushed the blanket off of herself and was guiding him back between her spread thighs. New moisture was sparkling at her opening as she guiding his cock home. Julie knew what he meant as he entered her for the first time, and the last time.