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Snow Bunny

By: HockeyNorth133



I lay snuggled up in my bed, dozing as I gazed outside my window. Thought the frosted glass, all that could be seen was a scattering of evergreen trees, two feet of fresh powdered snow, and the looming shadow of Crowsler Mountain. Though the temperature outside was surely in the negatives, the sun shone brightly through my window, warming my legs underneath my bedcovers. I glanced over at my digital clock, and the red numbers blared that it was time for me to get my lazy ass out of bed. I was positive the rest of my family had been up for at least two hours, having taken advantage of these breathtaking ski conditions. It had been a long time since we had been blessed with such an ample supply of light slow. 

My entire family, for three generations, had owned this cabin at the foot of Crowsler Mountain, one of southern Ontario's finest ski resorts. My great-grandparents, ever so smart, built the cabin to accommodate 3 families knowing very well there would be children and grandchildren to follow. This foresight was incredibly accurate, as there were three families vacationing here now: My father's family and his two siblings, my Uncle Jack and my Auntie Annie. The cabin was constructed of old oak into 3 distinct wings, which centered around an enormous common room, kitchen and dining table, large enough to accommodate over 20 people. My grandparents had always been fascinated with Mayan and Aztec architecture and as such the cabin was full of Mexican masks, furniture and the like. I had been coming here since before I could remember, and lying in bed, reflected that there was nowhere I'd rather be right now.

As I stared outside, my door slowly creaked open. Before I could turn my head, I was smothered by a freezing cold snowsuit. I shrieked in alarm, and goose bumps materialized instantly over my mere boxer-clad body. I shoved the figure off me, and covered myself with my warm covers, breathing heavily. A loud, obnoxious laugh followed suit from my bedroom floor. I rolled my eyes under the safety of my sheets, instantly matching the immature giggles with the face of my older cousin, Leanne. She stood up, laughing.

"I can't believe you're still in bed! I've been up since the lifts opened 3 hours ago!" she chastised playfully. I pulled the covers from my head, and grunted at my cousin's figure. My cousin was clad foot to toe in her snowsuit. Her white Burton jacket matched nicely with her tan colored, tight-fitting snow pants, which could almost reveal her petite, shapely figure within. She sported oversized snowboard boots and a racing helmet, where her blonde hair tumbled down from the back and sides, her goggles resting on top. Her cheeks were flushed with the cold, and her white teeth grinned at me. Her icy blue eyes seemed to sparkle in the sunlight from my bay windows. She giggled again at my grunt.

"Looks like this old bear wants to hibernate for the next…hundred years," she joked, as she attempted to rip the sheets of me. Leanne was my senior by 1 year at the age of 19, the only daughter of my Aunt Annie and her husband, Lee. I've always had a relaxed relationship with Leanne, and we had always been close. A few years ago, as I began to understand those modest differences between men and women, I developed a large crush on my beautiful cousin. That crush eventually disappeared as I met, and experimented with other girls my age, but a small part of me never let go of my sexy older cousin. She existed almost as a splinter in my mind's eye, a demon that would had never been exorcised. I knew that incest was shunned and treated with disgust, and I did my best to hide my sentiments, but that didn't stop me from sneaking glances of her in the shower, or grabbing her breasts as we play-wrestled. It also didn't help that I hadn't had a girl for ages.

"Hilarious," I muttered, as I held my blankets firmly. "Get out of here, and let me get dressed." I paused for a few moments, thinking. "Why are you back so early, anyways?"

"I forgot to make myself a lunch," she replied simply, "And I can't afford to eat in the Lodge every day." I couldn't blame her. The mountain had decided to jack up the prices of everything this past year, as the year prior, there was very little snow. Without snow, no one bought lift tickets, and the warm air was bleeding the resort dry. I could barely afford to breathe the air in the Main Lodge anymore, but that suited me just fine. The mountain air was much fresher anyways, and there was nothing like eating a sandwich as you stared at an aerial view of Collingwood, where you could see for hundreds of miles.

"Well, go make yourself some lunch…and make me a chicken sandwich while you're in there. I'll be out in a few."

"Roger, dodger." She giggled again and waltzed out, walking ungainly in her large boots. I sighed as I watched her slender figure walk around the corner, temporarily hypnotized by her cute little ass. Could you blame me though? I hadn't gotten any action since my high school prom, and those stuck up rich kids in my Engineering program at my university would stay virgins until they were married. The best I had gotten in my first year at Ryerson U was a few make-out sessions and a second rate hand job. I lurched out of bed, and scratched hard on the left side of my head. I stood up slowly, and shuffled towards the bathroom. After a lengthy urination session, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror, smiling awkwardly. I guess I wasn't the best looking guy in the world, but I was far from the worst. I was about average height, and skinny as hell. To keep myself from looking like a total toothpick, I spent a lot of free time in the university gym. My rigorous sessions resulted in a rock hard stomach and some average biceps, though I could never put on extra weight. Even though I ate three helpings at each meal, the calories would not pack on. I flexed in the mirror, and admired the way my muscles moved against my skin. My dark brown, short hair sat nicely upon my clean shaven face, and I stared deep into my grayish, green eyes. After washing up, I strolled back into my room feeling much more refreshed. I let my boxers drop to the floor as I reached into my top drawer for another pair. I glanced down at my member as he flopped lazily below. I was quite proud of my penis, standing hard at an impressive 8 inches. I gave it a rewarding scratch, as I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers. After slipping on my Under Armour Cold Gear, a t-shirt and my dark brown board pants, I walked into the kitchen, frowning at the cold, wet footprints my cousin had left on our carpeted floor. Looking up, I saw her scooping out a generous portion of jam onto a slice of white bread. She was putting together a mountain of peanut butter and jam sandwiches.

"I thought I said I wanted chicken," I remarked.

"They take too long to make, and we're missing the best part of the day!" she babbled, as she hastily squished my sandwich shut. She tossed it into a lunch bag already filled with 3 additional sandwiches, a few juice boxes and a pack of Oreos. She then proceeded to grab the bag and gallop towards the front foyer. I followed at a leisurely pace, watching her unceremoniously shove our lunch into her backpack. I sat down on the bench, and pulled out my jet black ski boots. After strapping them in and grabbing my skis, I followed my cousin who, complaining of my sloth-like behavior the entire time, was already marching towards the main lifts. I followed my cousin through our chalet's back yard. The deep snow had me soon panting as I lugged my heavy skis and weighted boots forward. Waiting for me off to the side of the main lift, my cousin was already strapping into her oversized snowboard. I let my skis drop to the fresh powder, and stomped my feet into the bindings.

"Let's get onto the chairlift," I panted, grinning. "I want to get a few more minutes of sleep." Leanne laughed, and brushed her long hair aside, and slid towards the lineup. She looked back at me, and smiled.

"Maybe if you're good, I'll let you put your head on my lap." She said, feigning a blush.

"That would be amazing!" I exclaimed, in false enthusiasm. "Your chubby thighs will be a great substitute to my pillow." For this, I was rewarded with a light punch to the stomach. Though I didn't keel over, her blow knocked the wind out of me. I gave her an exaggerated painful groan.

"Oh, I'm sorry Cuz," she said, in mock seriousness. "Did I hurt you stomach?" I smile weakly, shaking my head.

"Of course not, I'm like Superman," I joke. Before she could respond to my less than witty comment, I pushed forward, preparing to sit down as the chair moved towards us from behind. Leanne slid next to me, sitting down hard on the cold, leather pad. As the lift increased in speed, I put my head down onto her lap, and began to snore loudly. She giggled, and pushed my head away.

"Sorry, these legs are too toned and sexy to be a pillow," she laughed. "You're going to have to find something a bit more comfy." I sighed, and leaned back in the chair, looking down at the freshly groomed hill below. There were few skiers in sight. Probably all still asleep, like I should be, I thought miserably. This mood quickly lightened as I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper, and I twisted my head around. My cousin had unzipped her jacket, revealing a very tight, low cut, blue tank top. Her breasts were perfectly round, a little on the small size. At first glance, I'd compare them to the size of undersized cantaloupes. As she adjusted her top, my cousin looked over at me, and smiled. She had caught me staring, and she was about to call me on it.

"They're breasts, Cuz. All women have them." I looked away, mortified. I felt ashamed, yet turned on. This wasn't the first time I had seen my cousin's breasts; I had seen them many times in revealing bikinis and tight jogging suits. I was painfully aware that my cock began to stir, though relieved that my pants were baggy enough to hide it. My cousin, noticing the crimson flush that covered my face, laughed, making my embarrassment much worse. Sometimes I really couldn't stand her; once she developed she became a total cock tease. I was beginning to regret going skiing. As the lift reached the top of the mountain, I hastily hopped off the lift, and let the downward slope carry me to the top of a diamond run, where I paused to look down at the run below. The snow was nicely packed, and fresh from lack of use. I noticed the outlines of moguls, and smiled. I loved carving through rows of moguls. My solitude didn't last long, as I was sprayed with fresh powder from my cousin's snowboard, stopping inches short of me. I sighed, and pushed my poles into the snow, propelling me down the mountain. The wind shot at my face as I carved down the slope, expertly planting my poles to avoid the large bumps in the ground. I was in my element, and it showed. As I maneuvered the dangerous moguls, a white blur passed me on the right. My cousin opted to take a less mature approach to these man-made bumps, and soared over them, bouncing unceremoniously on top of each one. I was surprised her board didn't break. She bounced off the last mogul with enough air to pull of a half-ass method. I snorted, unimpressed, and followed my cousin to the bottom of the mountain.

The next hour or so was spent on the resort's most popular runs, but by then my cousin was already bored. She had already spent 3 hours before me on the same runs, and she wanted to try something different. She suggested that we hike to the other side of the mountain.

"The other side? You mean that un-groomed, overgrown piece of shit that the resort likes to call its 'adventurous trails?'" The other side of the mountain used to be groomed, but again, costs had made it impossible to maintain. Now it was reserved for those seeking punishment, as the ungroomed terrain made for very dangerous riding. There were rocks to contend with, waist deep powder, and forests of evergreens. There'd been numerous reports of injuries in the past couple years, and most skiers generally opted for the much less dangerous main runs.

"Yeah, but if you're too much of a pussy, I'll stick with you on the main runs," my cousin teased. I knew that if I didn't accept her dare, I'd be teased mercilessly for weeks. I had very little choice, and I knew it. I agreed, and we set out from the top of the mountain on a long trek to the other side. After a 20 minute hike that left me panting and exhausted, we finally arrived at the top of "The Bluff," the most infamous of the other side's runs. It was a well circulated rumor that a woman had died here in the 70s, and my grandparents had sworn it was true; they knew her. My cousin however, scoffed these rumors and rode down instantly. I followed suit, though proceeding at a much slower speed. Leanne was laughing as she flew over drop offs, dodged rocks and trees, and slowed in the deep powder. Suddenly, I knew something had gone wrong. Leanne wobbled slightly while avoiding a tiny spruce and her board caught the edge of a small, natural jump. Her board took off, and she landed at the border of the run, face planting into the snow. She rolled numerous times and disappeared into the forest. I stood stunned above, jaw dropped. Fear clutched at my body, and I skied down to see if she was hurt. I knocked off my skis and ran into the forest, following her trail.

"Are you ok?" I gasp; staring at my cousin's form sprawled across the snow. Her snowboard was still attached to her feet, and I hastened to free her feet. She groaned quietly, as I undid her many buckles, and hoisted her up, letting her back recline against one of the many trees. I pulled a bottle of water from my backpack and moved it to her lips.

"Leanne! Leanne! Are you ok?" I repeated again and again. It seemed as though her eyes were unfocused, though she gulped eagerly at the water. Her groans grew louder and louder, until she began to cry softly. I pulled her head close into me, letting her cry into my chest, as I muttered that everything would soon be fine. I stroked her hair and held her close for a good 30 minutes. I kissed her lightly on the top of her head, smelling an intoxicating combination of her mango shampoo and her perfume. Eventually her rapid breathing slowed, and her eyes began to take note our surroundings. Finally, she began to put together small sentences.

"Mike? Where are we?" she said slowly, as I held her tighter, knowing she would be fine. 

"Don't worry Cuz, you fell down." I held her tighter. This explanation seemed to satisfy her, and she sighed in relief.

"My head is pounding, and I'm starving." At this point I was willing to cater to all of my cousin's wishes, and leaned over to grab her knapsack. I pulled out our lunch, and I passed her one of her sandwiches. She munched it silently, her head still supported by my chest. I looked at my sandwich longingly wishing it was chicken, and took a large bite. After our makeshift lunch, I decided that it was high time to break nature's silence, and I was beginning to worry.

"Do you think you can walk?" I asked, hoping that she could. We were on the opposite side of the mountain, on runs that are rarely used by skiers. It could take hours for a rescue party to find them, and he wasn't willing to leave his cousin in this condition to search for help.

"I…I don't think so. My ankle is pretty fucked up." Her words felt like a stone sinking deep inside his stomach, and I lay back in despair. We were going to be stuck here for hours, surrounded by trees and laying in foot deep snow. I lay back my head in frustration, and sighed. Leanne took this opportunity to pull herself onto me, resting her head on my neck. Her legs strattled my right leg, and her breasts pressed heavily against my chest, as she breathed lightly on my exposed neck. We lay in this position for some time, and I had begun to doze off. Though the snow around us chilled us even in our snowsuits, the sun proved to be warmer, as it shone through the trees. My eyes fluttered open as I felt a wet sensation of my neck. I looked down to see my cousin kissing my neck. She would alternate gentle kisses, and deep, open mouthed ones that left my neck red as she sucked. I let my head drop back to enjoy it, and I heard my cousin's weak laughter.

"Enjoying this Cuz?" she giggled softly. I moaned in answer, but stopped suddenly.

"We're cousins, this…this is wrong." I protested, though I didn't make any effort to stop her from leaving my neck covered with hickeys. I moaned again, and moved my hands onto her covered back.

"It doesn't seem like you really care right now, Mikey dear." She laughed, and continued to kiss my neck. She sat up slightly and removed her gloves, and proceeded to slide her hands up my jacket onto my bare chest. Her hands, though they had been covered with her gloves, were still quite cold. I gave a little jump, but relaxed as her hands explored my chest, rubbing her hands all over my upper body and pinching my nipples tenderly. She slid her hands around my chest to my back and dug her long nails painfully into my shoulder blades, pulling me closer. I gasped at the pain, but it had a good feeling to it. I lifted my cousin's chin with my fingers, and stared into her deep blue eyes for what seemed like eternity, and kissed her. The kiss was long and deep, a kiss that was 18 years in the making. Our tongues locked and danced in our mouths, her mouth tasted like peanut butter and jam, and no taste was ever sweeter. We kissed until my jaw grew sore, and by that time my hands had moved their way to her jacket zipper. As I kissed her, I zipped down her jacket revealing the tank top I had met only hours previous. My cold hands darted forward and I slid them inside her shirt, resting them on her bra. She gave a low moan, and bit down on my lip. I could feel her nipples hardening in the cold, and I tweaked them with my thumb and index finger.

"Ooooh Cuz," she moaned, biting down on her lower lip. "That feels so good." She let her jacket fall off her shoulders, and in one swift movement, she pulled her tank top over her head, revealing a lacy black bra, which could barely contain her beautiful breasts. With one hand she unclipped her bra, revealing her perfect perky breasts, covered in goose bumps from the mountain air. Her nipples were hard from a combination of the cold and my touches. I could tell that she was beginning to get cold, so I pressed her body against mine, pulling my jacket around both of us. I grinned as she snuggled against me.

"We might be stuck out here for a long time, huh." I smiled. 

"A long time? But what will we do until we get rescued?" She replied, in a cute little girl voice, fake pouting. I couldn't believe that my cousin, who thought that a romantic date was watching a Aerosmith DVD, could be this sexy! Overcome with this sudden lust, I shot upwards and kissed my cousin deeply, starting at her lips, and moving slowly down to her breasts. She moaned as I took a nipple into my mouth, and sucked hard, flipping my tongue all around her areola. Her hands felt their way under my tight under layer, and she pulled it overtop my head, leaving both of us topless. She pressed her warm chest against mine, and for the first time I felt my cousin's bare breasts against my naked chest. It was absolute heaven for both of us, and she grinned up at me. By now, even with my baggy snow pants, it was impossible to hide my enormous bulge. I held her tight in my arms, and began to move my leg up and down her pelvis, pushing hard against her pussy. She let out a low moan, and pushed her hips downward to meet the thrusts of my thigh. I laughed.

"So, how do you want to do this?" I said, teasingly. "We're surrounded by snow, and it's going to be hard for you to get those snowboard boots off without ending up with cold feet." Without a word, Leanne flipped around, and sat right on my stomach. I grunted loudly as I tightened my stomach muscles, and opened my mouth to protest. Before I could utter a word, she spoke.


Snow Bunny



"Dad, you're kidding. Right?"

"No Son. I need your help. This is an important contract and I need to get this sloop out of the yard in Annapolis and to the Port of Seattle by the twenty-first."

"Yeah, but can't you get one of the other drivers to do it? I wanted to spend some time skiing."

"Son, I have a responsibility to the people that work for me. I won't ask them to do what I wouldn't and I won't take a chance on them not being with their families over the Christmas holidays."

"So, it's Ok to ask or tell me to do it."

"That's right. - You catch on fast David. I can tell, your college education has been worth every penny," Bill Holden said as he slapped his son on the back. "After all, this may be your last chance to drive a big over size load, before you become a legal aid or what ever it is that you've gone to college six years for."

"First off, Dad. I am going to graduate, this spring with a master's degree in business law. And, so I don't forget; I appreciate you picking up the tab. - Secondly. How big is this sloop you want me to hall to the west coast?"

"It's tiny."

"How tiny, Dad?"

"Good God son, are you turning into a pussy? You'll be legal length, legal height and way under forty tons. It's a skinny sloop. With rigging, you will still be under twelve feet wide. No pole car or rear escort service needed after you make it over the bridges."

"Ok Dad, but I want the big Volvo tractor. If, I'm going to be out on the road for eight days and have to shut down at three in the afternoon every day, I want to be comfortable."

"You are turning into a pussy. Not to mention that you'll kill me on fuel costs."

"Give me a break Dad. This is your son you're talking to. I'm not a client that you have to cry to, as you tell them how every load you take costs you money."

"Sorry son, just force of habit. Go ahead, take my favorite truck, rack up another six thousand miles on it, and wear out those expensive tires. Put me in the poor house..."

"Dad, did you have to take some special training to learn how to make people feel guilty when they ask you for something?" ----------

"Daddy, do we have to spend Christmas in Maryland? It's boring there. There is nothing to do."

"Bunny, your Mom's parents want to see you. You remind them and me of your mother. You look more like her every day."

"Well Daddy. If I have to go, then I insist that I drive my new car there. I don't want to be stuck in that morbid house of theirs. Oh, and Daddy. I want to have some fun before I get there. I want to stop at Sun Valley on my trip there. I want to spend three days there, doing nothing but skiing. And Daddy, I want a new pair of ski's before I go."

"But Bunny, it's a long drive and I all ready have the airline tickets."

"I don't care. I want to drive my new Cadillac XLR and show it off. I want to ski in Sun Valley and I want..."

"Ok Bunny, whatever you want. So long as it makes you happy."

She skipped to her father's side, in little girl fashion, and kissed him on the cheek before saying, "Thank you Daddy."

Ross Marlow smiled at his twenty two year old daughter as she hopped away. Her given name was Karen, though her father had called her his little bunny since she was two. The name stuck, though thru time it had been shortened to just Bunny.

She was indeed a mirror image of her mother. A trait that endeared her deeper into her father's heart. Ross spoiled her to a fault. A fault that he recognized but excused by telling others, 'She is all I really have of value.'

Ross now looked at the gold framed photo of his wife. Over the past twelve years, he held the beloved picture countless times. On each occasion, he would close his eyes and see her standing there before him. Her shoulder length auburn hair, her hazel green eyes and soft delicate facial features that made her seem angelic. She had a true woman's figure. Long shapely legs, hips that swayed seductively when she walked and her bust and ass caught many a man's eye.

Karen looked back at her father. He had the picture of her mother in his hand, and that look of being in a dream world, on his face. Her mind now traveled back to her mother and the last Mother, Daughter talk they had.

"Mom? How did you and Daddy meet and how did you know that you loved him?"

"Well, your father was the best man and I was the maid of honor at our best friends wedding. On our first dance, the minute that he put his arm around me, I felt a jolt of electricity run thru me and I had a feeling that the same thing had just happened to him. We fell in love just that fast. That's how it is when you find the person you were meant to spend the rest of your life with."

"Will I feel like that when I find my true love?"

"Yes Bunny. Yes you will, exactly like that." ----------

"What in the hell is this. I'm paying three hundred dollars a day to stay in this second rate hotel and ski on what. That shit you call man made snow. Where in the hell is this beautiful powder that you advertise.

"Shit, I could ski in San Bernardino on better conditions than this."

The hotel clerk was trying to calm Ms. "Bunny" Karen Marlow, so she wouldn't irritate the rest of the hotel's guests. He wanted to strangle her and was rethinking his desire to stay in the hotel/travel industry when his manager approached.

"I couldn't help but over hear, Ms. Marlow. I have some excellent news for you. By tomorrow morning, we will have excellent skiing conditions and to show you how we value your patronage, the hotel will give you a free night's stay."

"Yeah. Well you can take your free nights stay and stick it where the supposed snow won't get to it. I'm checking out, NOW!"

Bunny turned and stormed away.

"But Ms. Marlow, it's not going to be safe to drive out..."

The hotel clerk's warning of pending bad weather was cut short by his manager.

"Let her go. Don't waist your breath. As soon as the snow starts, she will turn around and return here, as a far more humbled person." ---------

Due to road construction on Interstate 84, between Twin Falls and Mountain Home Idaho, all oversize loads had to detour up US Highway 93 North and US Highway 20 West, to pick up the Interstate on the other side of Mountain Home.

"I can't believe this," David said as he keyed up the mic on his CB. "This is oversize load traveling West on twenty. I'm lookin for a safe place to pull over. Anyone out there?"

His only reply was static, and he knew that he would be in trouble if he couldn't find a place to pull over soon. Snowflakes, the size of quarters, covered his windscreen as fast as the wipers could clear them, and a wind from the Northwest was picking up. . He was berating himself for not stopping earlier, when he saw the junction of US20 and Idaho SR75. There at the junction was a sign 'Picnic Area one half mile on left.'

David rolled slowly into the two bench Picnic Area, with an audible sigh of relief.

"Nothing to do now, but hunker down and wait the storm out," he said as he looked at the medallion of Saint Michael, the archangel. His father made sure, every one of his trucks carried the medallion of Michael slewing a dragon. 'Michael, archangel and protector of Drivers and Pilots' ----------

"Shit. Oh Shit," she exclaimed as she saw the intersection in front of her.

She tapped her brakes and the car started to skid. She let up off them and the skid stopped. Thru a lite covering of snow on a sign, she thought she saw the number twenty and she knew she had to turn. At her present speed, she wasn't going to be able to stop before the intersection, let alone make the turn. Panic made her hit the brakes again and the car went into a spin. When the car stopped, it was still on the road, either by luck or the hand of a guardian angel. She was badly shaken and knew that she had to get off the road and herself to safety.

In the direction that her car was pointing, whatever direction that was, she could see the outline of what looked like a boat. She now looked in every other direction. Nothing, not that she could see far, but she recalled driving up to Sun Valley on this same road and couldn't recall seeing any sign of humanity then.

She now drove slowly and cautiously toward the boat. When she got closer, she saw tire tracks and followed them off the road.

As she pulled forward and along side the boat, she now saw that it was attached to a truck, a big truck, the biggest truck she could ever recall seeing. There, sitting in the driver's seat was a truck driver and he was looking down at her.

"Great, just what I fucking need. I'm stuck in no-man's land with some perverted trucker, who hasn't shaved or showered in a month.

"Don't look at him, don't make eye contact," she admonished herself.

She pressed the button to lock her doors and windows, turned off her headlights and wipers, hoping that the snow would blanket her car and prevent him from peering in.

"Shit! He's getting out. Now what am I going to do?"

She tried to ignore him, as he tapped on her passenger-side window.

"Lady. Are you Ok lady?"

"I'm fine. - I have a gun. - Now go away and leave me alone," she said, refusing to look at him.

"Look, lady, I don't want to frighten you, but we're in for a major blizzard."

"I'll call for my own help. I'll be just fine. Now get the fuck away from my car."

"But, you don't understand."

"No. You don't understand you stupid asshole. Get the fuck away from my fucking car."

David was persistent in his desire to help.

"Look, I know you're afraid. Please don't be. If you need anything, just blow your horn or bang on my door."

In a flood of profanity, David turned away and walked back to his truck. Either she was really afraid of him or this was the most ill mannered, rotten tempered woman he had ever had the misfortune to meet.

He shook the snow off and stamped his feet before entering the truck. He hadn't put a jacket on before going out and now felt a chill.

"Nothing like a hot bowl of soup and a tuna sandwich to knock the chill out," he murmured to himself.

Once the soup was in the microwave, he selected a DVD, 'Santa Claus II', and set it to play on the thirty-six inch plasma screen. After dealing with her, he needed something humorous.

He was sitting at the table, adding slices of tomato to his sandwich and a second one. When the microwave sounded, he removed the heating bowl and poured some of the beef and barley into his soup bowl. The remainder he poured into a mug, got a plastic spoon and with both hands full, managed to stepped out of the truck and into what was now more than four inches of blowing snow. 

He trudged over to the driver window and tapped on it.

"I made you some hot soup and a sandwich. I thought you might like some to keep warm."

She said nothing as she lowered her window, took the mug of hot soup and threw it into his crotch, dropped the cup and closed her window.

David dropped the sandwich and left the mug on the ground as he hopped toward the truck, his hand pulling the front of his pants away from his manhood, while a volley of profanity slid from his lips.

Once he changed into dry cloths, he sat down at the table, and with an irate huff, took his first sip of his now cold soup.

He dropped his spoon and looked again at the medallion of Michael as he spoke. "No good deed goes unpunished."

The sound of a revving car engine and spinning tires, made him cringe, just a little, as he spoke. "I don't know about you Mike, but I didn't hear a thing." ----------

Karen Marlow, was now worried as she hunkered down in her heated seat. She had no cell phone service, no food, the OnStar service couldn't connect because of the storm and her car had no traction. Without knowing, she had parked off the paved road and when she attempted to get away from the perverted red neck trucker, she dug herself a rut and now was going no place.

The car heater was going full blast but she still felt cold, as the wind seemed to steal all the heat her car could produce. Once, when she was sure that the stupid truck driver wasn't watching, she tried to make it to her trunk to get some more cloths, but the wind and snow was too much for her and all she managed to do was to get her shoes and pant legs wet.

She was beginning to wish that she hadn't thrown that soup at him. The aroma of it still lingered in her mind. Worse yet, when she turned off her music and got a radio station, they were predicting up to eighteen inches of snow, with another storm right behind this one.

"I'm so cold and hungry," she began to cry when she remembered seeing him drop the sandwich that he was carrying.

She opened the car door. The dark stain of soup was almost covered by the new snow. The sight of it caused a pain of regret until she saw the sandwich in the snow. It lay at the bottom of her footprint.

"It's only slightly squished," she encouraged herself as she leaned out and retrieved the now crushed and soggy remains.

The bread, aside from being crushed and dampened into a gummy texture, was almost clean on top. The bottom had some dirt, a little old dried grass and only a few grains of stone imbedded in it. She told herself that she'd save that part for when she really got hungry.

The reality of the situation was beginning to sink in. If she was to survive this storm and not freeze to death, she was going to have to become the sex slave of some beer guzzling, uncouth hick, who's IQ probably matched his boot size.

"No," she said thru a mouth full of tuna and with a ferocity that shocked her. "I'll hold off until I'm almost dead before I'll beg for help and before he defiles my body."

She cleared away some of the snow from her side window and looked in puzzlement at the truck windows. The interior of the truck was lit brightly, but she could make out a flickering color reflection in the mirror of the truck.

"It's a movie," she said with surprise. "I'm here freezing, hungry, my feet are wet and that bastard is in there, warm, drinking soup and eating, God knows what. Where is his compassion?"

Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

"I'll bet I know what it is. He wants me to beg. Well, I won't, not until hell freezes over."

Over an hour passed. Karen kept her side window just clear enough of snow so she could watch the movie. Well at least the one third of the screen that she could see.

When it was over and the screen went blank, she saw him in the mirror. Well not all of him, just his stomach, belt and his crotch.

"At least he doesn't have a beer belly and his cloths look clean."

In an effort to keep her mind occupied, she was now talking allowed to herself. "I suppose, if I have to be his sex slave for however long, at least I know that he looks clean."

"I wonder what I'll have to do to earn some food from him?"

She turned just in time to catch a quick first view of his face as he moved in the truck.

There was surprise in her voice as she continued talking to herself. "He's kind of young for a truck driver."

Another thought flashed into her mind. "Oh my god, that must mean that there are two of them. I'm going to have to service them both. The ugly stupid one and him. Oh shit, there is no way in hell I can do this. They will find me tomorrow, my lifeless body, blue and covered in frost as my hands clutched the steering wheel."

Tears came to her eyes as she thought how her father would mourn her passing. ----------

It was dark now as David turned on the trucks running lights and looked out the driver's side window of his truck. The two seater Caddy was partly illuminated by his trucks lights. It now appeared to be little more than a small hill of snow, except for the upper corner of her passenger window.

It was hard to judge the depth of the snow as the wind kept it in constant motion, but it had to be well over a foot deep and according to the national weather bureau, the worst of the storm was yet to come. He looked at the outside temperature; twenty-two degrees. That meant that the wind chill was probably hovering around zero.

Once again, he began his one sided conversation with the medallion of Michael. "She is right, I must be stupid. I can't believe that I still want to help her."

David measured the coffee grounds for eight cups and added the water to the pot. While it was brewing, he took a frozen chicken dinner out and put it in the microwave. He wasn't going to take any chances with the hot coffee, so he got his thermos to put the coffee in. Assuming that she would be cold, he took the spare comforter from under the full-size sleeper sofa.

As he began to fold it for easier carrying, he realized that even with warm food and a blanket, she could suffer frostbite if her car ran out of fuel. Her only safe choice was to come over and stay with him in the truck. He shivered at the thought. 

"No. If she comes in here, I'm likely to strangle that ill-tempered shrew. She's probably safer, staying where she is. - That's it Mike, I'll just give her these things and check on her now and again." ----------

The sudden illumination of yellow lights from the truck startled her and she looked out her peephole to see the young man's face full in the window.

He was rather handsome, in a rugged sort of way. Blonde hair, combed back and parted, with strong manly facial features. There even appeared to be a small amount of intelligence. "I'll bet he actually reads some of the stories in those porno magazines he buys," she said aloud.

When he left the window, she felt more than just cold and hunger. She felt loneliness.

With a sudden burst of strength and determination, fueled no doubt by her situation, she opened the car door and stepped out into the raging blizzard.

Her determination waned some as the sharp sting of wind driven snow hit her face.

"You can do this. You can intimidate those week minded, horny truck drivers. You can control them."

She repeated these words as she trudged over to the truck, not entirely sure of what she was going to say to these perverts. ----------

David had just finished putting silverware, a few bottles of water, and a bag of trail-mix into a shopping bag when there was a pounding on the door of the truck.

He sat in the driver's seat and powered down the window. There, standing hunched against the wind, was the shrew.

"I was just getting ready to bring you some hot coffee and food, along with a few other items."

"Yeah, Yeah. - Look, I have no intention of becoming a sex slave for two pea brain truck drivers. I need help, food and to get out of this storm!"

A puzzled look crossed David's face. "What? - Lady are you Ok?"

David meant Ok mentally. Karen took it as, are you ok, physically.

"No! Do I look Ok? I'm freezing out here. - Well, aren't you going to let me in?"

David's store of courtesy was at an end. "Lady, you're a nut case. But they would probably throw me in jail if I let you freeze to death. Here, climb in while I get you the things that I put together for you, and then go back to your car."

His words stung her, and she was shocked at his request that she go back to her car. She was having difficulty in accepting the fact that they didn't want her as a sex slave.

When he opened the door and held a hand out to help her up, she accepted, saying, "What's the matter, are you gay?"

David could only reply with a one word answer, "What?"

Once inside she scooted over the driver's seat and was shocked to see what looked like a combination of kitchen, family room and bedroom all rolled into one. Everything was spotless. She now remembered the other driver.

"Where is he? - Where is the other guy," she said in a panicked voice.

David was getting the chicken dinner from the microwave. "Lady, there is no other guy. I don't want you as a sex slave. I just want to make sure you will stay warm and have some food. Now take this." He handed her the thermos and the chicken dinner. "I'll help you back to your car and give you a few other things so you can stay warm."




Snow Bunny



Compared to the cramped quarters of her luxury two seater, this was a palace. It was brightly lit, warm, you could actually walk around in it and it had human companionship. She sat back down in the driver's seat and began to cry.

"Please don't make me go; I'll freeze to death in my car."

Her frightened words made him rethink sending her back out to her car, "Ok lady. You can stay, but one nutty outburst from you and I'll wrap you in this comforter and shove you out the door."

She stopped crying and snapped back at him as she stood and removed her coat. "I am not nutty. And will you stop calling me lady. I'm Bunny."

At first sight of her, thoughts of her being his sex slave filled his mind. She was beautiful, nutty but beautiful. When the words 'I'm Bunny' came out of her mouth, he began to laugh.

"Did your parents not like you," he asked. "Who would name their daughter Bunny?"

"I'll have you know that my father gave me that name and he loves me and spoils me. My given name is Karen. And at least I know who my parents are."

"Ouch, that hurt. Tell me Karen, are you always this sweet?"

"You tell me, what ever your name is. You don't own this truck or that yacht out there. Do you?"

"David, David Holden. And no, neither this truck nor the sloop that it's hauling is mine."

"So David how much do they pay you to drive other people's trucks and deliver other peoples yachts?"

"Well Karen, if you put it that way, I guess I do just enough to cover room and board. However, your highness, I'm the one that is in control of this vehicle, just like the captain of a boat. You are here as my guest, do not abuse my gift or you will, metaphorically, walk the plank."

"Oh my, 'metaphorically' where in Penthouse Magazine did you see that word?"

David picked up the comforter and tossed it to her. "It's late and I don't need to take your crap. You have a thermos of coffee, a now warm chicken dinner and a comforter. The choice is yours you can sleep in the front passenger seat or back in your car. As for me, I'm going to bed."

"But David, My shoes are soaked and my pant legs are wet. Go out to my car, open the trunk and bring in my suitcases and my makeup case is behind the passenger seat."

David stopped moving towards the sofa bed and slowly turned around, giving her a menacing look. Without a word, he walked to a cabinet, opened it and removed a pair of heavy white sox and a lined jogging suit. Again, he slowly turned and walked toward her. His eyes locked onto hers. He was a good eight inches taller than she and used that to his advantage as he leaned into her.

"Take these, put them on and don't bother me again until morning."

He dropped the cloths on the chair and just as menacingly returned to open the sofa bed.

"But, I have to go to the bathroom."

He closed his eyes for a moment as he counted to ten. Then, with out turning or saying a word, pointed to a small door.

Karen went to it, opened it and gasped. "It's smaller than a broom closet. I can't fit in there."

Her words struck him like the screech of fingernails on a blackboard.

He spun on her. "Well if your ass wasn't so big it would fit!"

He frightened her so badly; she jumped into the travel size bathroom and pulled the door closed behind her. David had to smile to himself. She had that coming. Though, no sooner had the feeling of satisfaction settled over him, he herd her crying.

"Shit, not again," he mumbled to himself as a feeling of regret for hurting her replaced the short-lived feel of satisfaction. He put pillows on the bed and stripped out of his cloths.

The sound of the wind seemed to double in strength as its steady blowing turned into a howl. The first hard gust hit the boat and tractor broadside and for an instant, David thought that it might roll them over.

He heard a loud bang and turned as the bathroom door flew open and Karen came tumbling out. Her pants and thong were down around her ankles as she fell into his arms. He hoisted her up to a full standing position as the truck rocked violently once more. 

Karen threw her arms around him and pulled herself tight into him. He could feel her sweater covered breasts pushing into his bare chest as she nuzzled her face into his neck. That alone would have been enough to make him hard, but the feel of her naked belly against his unfettered manhood made him hard and wet as a seemingly non-stop flow of his lubricating fluid moistened both their bellies.

He swore he heard her moan and felt her kiss his neck as she began to move her hips. When he put his hands on her hips and slid them back to her ass, the spell was suddenly broken.

She jumped back from him, gave a whimper, half fell, and hopped back into the bathroom. "What is happening to me," she cried out in her mind. "Yes, I find him attractive in a rugged sort of way. He is definitely manly. But that feeling. I can't let this go on. I can't have felt the electricity run thru me. Not for him, he's just a truck driver. What kind of future could I have with him; we have nothing, nothing in common.

Her thoughts went on, "Oh, Mommy, why did I have to get that feeling now and with him? What do I do Mom, he smelled so good. Hell, he felt so good. Just like you told me he would"

She now felt the wet spot on her belly and brought her fingers to it. She wiped two of them across the wetness and brought them to her lips. Her tongue darted out and back, carrying the essence of him. "Oh shit, he even tastes good," she moaned.

There was a tapping at the door.

"Karen, Karen. I'm sorry," he lied. He wasn't sorry at all. He hadn't wanted to let go of her and now, he was wishing for another strong gust of wind.

"It was an accident; I was getting ready for bed and you... Well I'm sorry."

"Go away. Just go away and leave me alone."

"Karen, I have to move the truck so that we are no longer broadside to the wind. I don't want you to be frightened when you feel the truck move."

There was a sudden panic in her voice. "No, don't move with me in here. Please."

Karen hurried and pulled her thong and wet pants up, then climbed out of the cramped bathroom, just in time to see David, arms extended high, as he pulled a sweatshirt down, over his head. She hadn't noticed his sculpted chest and stomach before. Her attention had been drawn to another hard region of his body.

"No, no. I won't let it be him," she groaned under her breath.

"What? Did you say something," David asked as his head popped out the top of his shirt.

"No, nothing," she responded as she felt her face get hot.

It didn't take long for David to jockey the truck around, despite the deep and blowing snow. Now the wind was hitting them from dead astern and the truck was no longer rocking. However, after only a few minutes of this new position to the wind, a soft banging sound was heard.

"Shit," David said. "Some of the sloops rigging or securement is loose. I'm going to have to go out and find what's wrong and fix it.

Karen now felt concern for him. "David you can't go out there, the wind is to strong."

He looked into her eyes and saw honest concern and a touch of fear. He then looked at the outside temperature.

"Twelve degrees. With the wind blowing the way it is, the wind chill could be as low as thirty below," he said to her. "But, I don't have a choice. What ever it is could cause damage to the sloop."

"Can I go with you, can I help?"

Her words were almost as much a shock to her ears as David's. Never before had she offered to help anyone.

"No, not now. First, I need to see what the problem is. After that, if I do need help, I'll let you know."

David now regretted not packing his winter coveralls, but consoled himself with the thought that he wouldn't be outside long. He zipped up his jacket, pulled his stocking cap as far down his face as he could, pulled his gloves on and opened the truck door. The second the wind caught it, the door was ripped from his grasp and slammed against the stop. He was surprised that it hadn't been ripped off its hinge.

With effort and help from Karen, they got the door closed. David leaned into the wind and inched his way back in search of the problem.

A long and worry-sum ten minutes passed before she heard the click of the door. She looked out the window, and saw David trying to open it slowly so the wind wouldn't take it again. She rushed to the door and helped hold it against the wind as he squeezed into the small opening.

"It was just a couple of the securement straps. I tightened them and it should be good now."

He was snow covered and quite cold as he sat in the driver's seat. She helped remove his hat, gloves and jacket. He cupped his hands and began to blow on them. She knew that his fingers must be frozen, so she took his hands and tucked them under her arms, then she placed her hands over his frozen ears.

She had to lean into him, her breasts inches from his face. He couldn't resist the warmth of her and buried his face into her chest.

The feel of him sent another jolt of electricity thru her, every bit as strong as the first. All she knew now was that comforting him gave her a feeling of comfort. It made her feel a warmth that traveled thru her body. It made her want more.

The closeness of her, the feel of his hands on her body did more than just take the chill out. It replaced the cold with the warmth of desire, a warmth that was building with each passing second.

He removed his hands from under her arms, brought them to her back and encircled her waist with his arms, pulling her closer. He took hold of the back of her sweater and pulled it out from her pants. He paused, and waited for her response. Her silence gave him the consent he wanted, as he slid his hands under the sweater and up her spine.

As his fingers caressed her backbone, a shiver struck her, from head to toe. It wasn't from his cold hands, and she marveled that his cold fingers could ignite so much heat in her. Her hands left his ears and her fingers began to work their way thru his fine blonde hair. She turned his head so that one ear was on her right breast and his lips were brushing against the left.

She was trembling and fearful as she spoke. "David, do you want me?"

Her words made his heart stop and his mind whirl with a hundred thoughts.

What man could pass up an offer like that from a woman as beautiful as her. His problem was that there were other feelings, ones that wanted more from her than just the opportunity to jump her bones. He felt words forming in his mouth that would give her access to a part of him that he had never exposed to a woman before.

"Karen, I want you, I feel a burning need for you, but I have feelings, sudden and impulsive but strong, strong feelings. I don't want this to be a one-time thing. We need to have more time together. Karen, I want more from you than just desire and the lust of this moment."

She pulled away from him and fought her feelings down as she spoke. "I can't do that. I have a different life than you. Can't you focus on lust and be happy with that?"

"I thought you were feeling the same thing as me, I thought that I felt a connection," David's voice was getting louder.

"Yes, there is a connection, one where I want you physically and where you want me in the same way. One night and we're done."

"I can't believe this. This is a switch for me," there was hurt and sarcasm in his voice. "So all you want from me is a one night fuck. Well now I see where the name Bunny came from."

David never saw it coming. The loud smack seemed to echo in the truck. 

As his hand went to the sharp sting on his left cheek, he saw her turn and threw herself on the bed. He couldn't see the tears, but the sobs of anguish were enough to let him know that he had hurt her badly.

The pain of regret, hurt far worse than the slap, or was it a right cross; he moved his jaw from side to side.

"Karen," he said as he moved and sat beside her on the bed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. It's just that I was; am hurt. I wanted more from you, I still want more. I want to give you more and I thought that I felt," he paused for a moment, "the beginning of love for you and from you."

"Oh David," she cried, almost in agony. "I feel..."

Her words were cut short by a loud series of bangs.

"Not Good. Not Good," he shouted as he spun away.

He threw his jacket on and grabbed his gloves and hat, as he shouted at her. "Help me with the door again."

She did and once the door was shut, he quickly vanished from site. ----------

Outside, the wind was in full howl, making it difficult to move and the blowing snow difficult to see. However the sound of metal banging against wood made the problem easy to find. Two of the four-inch wide nylon securement straps had frozen, by him making them tighter and with the buffeting of the wind, it caused them to chafe against the wood cradle that held the sloop, and they snapped.

He knew his first priority was to get new straps in place and to pad them so they wouldn't snap again. As he turned to go to the equipment storage area on the trailer, one of the heavy metal ratchets used to tighten the straps whizzed by his head, missing him by inches and slammed into the sloops wood cradle.

"Shit, that was close," he swore and reminded himself to keep his wits about him. "Once I get everything tied down again, I'm going to have to cut those away."

It was slow work, made even slower by the biting cold. By the time he finished, he couldn't feel his face, feet or hands and was thinking how grateful he was that Karen was there to help warm him. She was as nutty as a fruitcake but being next to her, touching her made him feel complete. He couldn't explain it, but he knew it was love and he was eager to get back to her, to tell her how he felt. ----------

As Karen and David worked together to close the door, their eyes locked on to each other. She could feel her heart swell and had to close her eyes and pull harder on the door, to keep from screaming out to him that she loved him.

Once he was gone from sight in the swirling snow, she sat there, in the driver's seat, laid her arms across the wheel, put her head down and cried.

"I can't live like this. I'm not a gipsy that must travel and never know the comfort of a real home."

Another loud bang made her sit upright. Fear rushed thru her and she powered down the window and screamed into the wind, "David! - David, are you all right?"

He never saw or heard her, but her heart gave a leap of joy when he came into view. She watched him working against the wind as he began pulling things out of a large metal box. The wind driven snow pelted her face and froze her tears but she refused to yield to it, not wanting to take her eyes off him for an instant until he turned and disappeared back into the curtain of blowing snow.

She turned back, saw the medallion of Michael, and began to talk to it. "He'll need to get out of his cold and probably wet or frozen cloths," she said as she stood and picked up the comforter that he had given her.

She adjusted it and placed it over the back of the driver's seat so it would be ready to wrap around him. Next, she saw the thermos of hot coffee. She set it on the table and undid the cap so it would be ready for him. 

"Towels. I need some bath towels."

She remembered seeing some in the bathroom and rushed to get them. When all was ready, she sat back down in the driver's seat and focused on the mirror as a never-ending barrage of snow flakes hit it and instantly turned to water. It was difficult to see, but all she was looking for was some type of movement to be illuminated by the yellow glow of lights along the side of the truck.

She waited and waited as she watched each tormenting moment click by on the digital clock above the dash.

She looked at the medallion and spoke in a clear calm voice. "Bring him back to me now or I'm going after him."

Her next glimpse into the mirror sent a moment of joy thru her, quickly followed by fright.

"He's moving like he's frozen solid," she exclaimed as she opened the door of the truck and let it slam against the stop, as she climbed down and ran to him.

"David. Come on. You're almost there."

There was no response from him as she pushed him up the steps and into the truck. Once there, he sat, unmoving in the driver's seat. She half climbed over him then leaned out, took hold of the door and with a strength fueled by adrenalin, pulled it closed.

She was now very cold and her fingers began to burn as she removed his frozen, snow covered hat, gloves and jacket. The zipper was impacted with snow and partly frozen. She knelt on the now wet floor and removed his boots, thankful that they weren't the type with laces. Next came his sox. The snow had worked its way into his boots and clumps of it clung to the top of them

"Stand," she demanded of him.

He complied though unable to do anything else. She stood and unbuckled his pants. She reached in, grabbed the waistband of his underwear, and with a single pull brought them and his frozen pants to the floor.

"Step out of them," she demanded again.

He placed a hand on the top of her head for balance and once again followed her directions. As she stood, she couldn't help but look at his manhood. As she did, off color thoughts popped into her head.

"Like a ground hog. It'll be spring before it pops its head out again. It's hard to believe that something that was once so big could get so small. Though, I guess I could blow on it and see if that helps. Weird how mine pop out and his goes into hiding."

She was unbuttoning his shirt and had to shake her head to get these thoughts out of it and return to tending to his immediate needs. Once naked, she wrapped the comforter around him and sat him back down as she toweled his face and hair dry. He was shivering badly as she led him to the bed and put him under the covers, putting the comforter on top.

Now Karen had to take care of herself. Her shoes and pants had been wet before but now she was wet and cold from helping David. She thought about changing in the bathroom, but there was no room to move around in there.

She looked at David, "Well, in your condition, you're not much of a threat."

She turned away from him and stripped out of her cloths. She was completely naked and facing away from him as she bent, picked up her cloths and tossed them on top of his wet ones that lay in a pile on the floor.

David may have been half frozen, but he wasn't dead. The naked view of her back, her ass and legs was enough to get his blood pumping again. He lay there in happy contentment as he watched her dry her hair with the towel, watched how her muscles moved in fluid grace. He even caught a momentary glimpse of her breast.

She sat on the side of the passengers chair, giving David a profile view. When she bent to put the sox on, his shivering stopped completely as he watched her full breasts swing into view. Without any hesitation, she stood and stepped into his jogging pants and slipped into the jacket. She was zipping it up as she turned and he got a parting glance at those marvelous breasts of hers.

She looked at him and realized that he must have gotten an eye full of her exposed flesh and the thought sent one more tingle thru her.

"Ca, ca, come hear," he managed to say thru chattering teeth.

The warmth of the thick cotton sox and the lined windbreaker had removed her chill. The thought that the material against her flesh had belonged to him added more heat to her body.

The pants were just tight enough to hang on her hips as she walked to the table and filled the cup less than half way with the still steaming coffee. She carefully walked to the bed.

"Can you sit up and hold this? Just enough to take a little sip."




Snow Bunny



He pulled himself up into a half sitting position and reached a shaking hand out for the cup.

"No, just support yourself; I'll hold the cup as you sip."

She helped support his back as she held the cup to his lips and allowed him several long slow sips before removing the cup and making him lay back. She put the cup on the small end table that was attached to the sofa bed then leaned into him and kissed his forehead.

"Ca, Can you, you, climb in na, next to me, an, and wa, warm, warm me up?"

She smiled as she looked at him, because his eyes couldn't hide the lust that was behind his words. He wanted her just as she wanted him and she knew that just as her feelings ran deep, so did his.

She unzipped the jacket, tossed it on the bed and with the slightest wiggle the pants slid over her hips to the floor. She bent, removed the sox and picked up the pants, depositing them by the jacket. Her fully exposed body made David reach out to her.

"Why you," she asked, as she took his hand and slid under the covers, resigning herself to her fate.

He tried to wrap an arm around her but she stopped him as she moved and covered his body with hers. The feel of her inflamed his mind and he began moving his hips. It was a case of the mind is willing but the body is not.

"Stop. Just lay there and feel my warmth seep into you. There is time to satisfy our wants later. For now, just take comfort from me and rest."

He said nothing but she felt his body relax and his breathing took on a steady slow pattern. She spread her legs to the outside of his and pulled them tight against him as she relaxed and took comfort from the feel of him. ----------

She felt so very good, as if her most sensitive inner parts were aglow with the heat of building desire. Her eyes were still closed as her hands slid down her body and stopped for a moment as they lightly played over her belly before moving lower.

"Oh my god yes," she moaned just prior to her hands touching the side of a man's face. At first touch, she jumped and tried to pull away. David's strong hands held her hips in place as she tried, for only a moment, to escape, before she remembered. The thought of David s loving touch settled her and she allowed her hips to sink back into the bed as bliss once again began to take her over.

She closed her eyes and her mind opened to receive every sensation that his deep and intimate touches were igniting in her. Each little spark growing hotter. The pressure building as they awaited and craved the addition of another hot ember.

Her body began to tense and David could feel her need. He knew, sensed that she wanted to tumble over the edge. He began to fan her flames with the urgency she required. Her hips were high and thrust forward, her hands clutched the sheet and the moment his lips pulled her sensitive button in, she erupted in an explosion of fiery cries as the flames licked and heated her inner most being.

Her firestorm seemed to flair, then ebb and flair again, as David pushed her onward, seeming to demand that she expend every fragment of energy.

When he came to her and lightly kissed her lips, her insides fluttered again and her body shook in a small but uncontrollable shudder.

"Oh my god, I'm still having after shocks. - David, give me a minute, I want to make you feel the same incredible warmth that I just felt."

"We have lots of time my Snow Bunny," he said as his hand slid from her cheek to her chin, then down her neck and under the covers to tantalize the growing bud on her breast. "Lots of time."

Karen's heart had never been so full of love. Her mother was right. She would have the same life, filled with the love that her mother had. Well, not quite like her mother. Her mother had money, prestige. She shared a love of the theater and classical music with her husband. They took skiing vacations to Europe; they lived in a big home in an exclusive community. Now, she was hopelessly in love with a truck driver, who had admitted to her that he made just enough money to pay for a one-room apartment in a less than desirable part of town and could barely keep himself fed.

Her thoughts brightened, as she realized that this hunk of a man, who held her heart was not really stupid, as she first thought. He just needed some encouragement, some reason to better himself so they could afford to get married and buy a small house.

"David, have you ever considered furthering your education?"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth and she realized that he might not have even finished High School.

"You could get your GED and then go on from there. With a good job, we could afford to get married and..."

He pulled his hand off her breast as if it suddenly burned him.

"What?"

His mind unable to process the burst of all his feelings and emotions quickly enough to give a proper response. She said the 'M' word. It's not that over the last few hours of their now twenty-hour relationship, the 'M' word hadn't crossed his mind, and shocked him in the process. Now hearing her say 'married', shocked him even more because it seemed the natural thing to do. And what was that about, GED?

She saw the shocked expression on his face and hurriedly spoke. "Don't worry; we don't have to get married right away. I'll get a job while you go to school. If you don't mind, my Daddy can help. Once you have more of an education, he can probably get you a good job. Then we could buy our own house, get married and have kids. I'd have to stop working to take care of them, but by then you'll have a real job and it won't matter."

He had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. Either he had fallen in love with a woman as nutty as a fruitcake or her mind worked in high gear and on a different plain than most people. Somehow, she had the opinion that he wasn't terribly bright, though there might be some truth to that, considering the present situation.

"Look Karen, this is all new ground for me. I'm over come with the need to be open and honest with you. Something, I'm somewhat ashamed to admit that I haven't been with other women. Anyway, I love you and God help me, I have this crazy need to spend the rest of my life with you, to marry you..."

He never got to finish before she leapt at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and began kissing him desperately. The passion she was showing him was enough to make him become anything she wanted.

"I don't need a GED," he said with a grin.

There was anguish in her voice. "Oh David, there is so much more out there, you could be anything if you put your mind to it."

He was about to tell her that he was attending Cornell, when the ring of a cell phone chimed out.

"My phone," she cried out as she scooted from under the covers and retrieved the phone from her jacket pocket.

David watched her naked body move. The sensuousness of her captivated him, making him hunger for the feel and taste of her.

"Yes Daddy, I'm fine. I don't know how long this connection will last, so I have to just blurt it out. I'm in love Daddy, it's exactly like you and Mom. - pause - Daddy! - pause - His name is David Holden, he's a truck driver, he moves big boats and he saved me from freezing to death. - another, longer pause - I don't know where he's from."

The yell on the other end was so loud that she had to take the phone away from her ear and David could hear, 'What do you mean you don't know where he's from!"

"Tell him, I'm from Bowie, Maryland."

"Daddy, he said he lives in Bowie, Maryland. - pause - Yeah Daddy, that's what he said. - pause - Why? - pause - He wants to know if your father's name is Bill and if your mother's name was Rose."

The question made David pause before he could answer. "Yes, my Dad's name is Bill and how did he know that my Mother is not alive?"

"Daddy, what's going on? How did you know about his parents?"

Karen took the phone away from her ear and put it on speaker. "...can't believe this. Your mother would have said it was karma, destiny. So, how is the old fart?"

"Pardon me sir. How do you know my parents?"

"David Ross Holden, correct?"

"Well yes," David said, now more confused than ever.

"I was the best man at your parents wedding and Bunny's mother was the maid of honor. The last time I talked to your Dad, he told me that you were going to Cornell to become a lawyer. I guess I should be thankful that you chose to stay in your father's business. Otherwise my Bunny might have frozen out there."

"I'm driving this truck as a favor to my father. He needed the help. Once I deliver this sloop to Seattle, I'll fly home for Christmas. I'm graduating with a masters degree in business law this spring. - Sir; I have to tell you. I wouldn't take advantage of your daughter, but, I have fallen, inexplicably and hopelessly in love with her. "

Karen couldn't contain herself. "What happened to truth and honesty? Why did you tell me that you were an uneducated truck driver that had no ambition and no future?"

"Woe, I told you no such thing. And, if we're going to have an argument over this, you're not fighting fair."

"And, exactly how am I not fighting fair?"

"You're naked and I can't concentrate."

"Ok, you two. This is now too much information for the father who still considers his daughter to be his Little Bunny. Your both safe and I feel better knowing that. I love you Bunny, and David, I'll call your father and tell him what's going on. Good luck David, you'll need it."

"Sir, before you go; can I ask your permission to ask your daughter to marry me?"

"Bunny, you are right. This is exactly the way it was between your mother and me. Yes, David, if you're half the man your father is, you will make me a proud father."

"Daddy, I'm going to go to Seattle with him. The two of us will fly to Maryland together. Bye Daddy and thank you."

She pushed the red, end button, put the phone on the table by the bed and in one swift move, ripped the blankets off David. She smiled when she saw that he appreciated her body. She pushed him back and straddled him. Once seated, she looked into his eyes.

"Now would be the perfect time to ask. It doesn't get any more romantic than this," she said, with a slight thrust of her hips.

"Oh God," he moaned. "Yes Karen. Will you marry me, take me..."

With another thrust of her hips she said, "Oh yes, God yes. I'll marry you and yes, take all of you."



Snow Bunny



I can barely see you out in front of me as you tear down the snowy mountain, digging edges with your birthday present; a new snowboard. The shredded, virginal powder delicately sprinkles into my face, across my sunglasses. If it were anyone else in front of me, I'd tell you to slow down. But it's that perfect, heart-shaped ass that keeps my mouth shut. What man would really speak up when he has the opportunity to stare at such a great body? As your gorgeous backside moves left and right with your snowboard, I can't help to think to myself: "I gotta get my hands on that."

We reach a plateau on the mountain and you wait for me to catch up. As I pull up next to you, I'm panting heavily, but it has nothing to do with being tired. My heart is racing. My brow is sweating. All I can think about is peeling those tight, black ski pants down to your ankles, and licking every inch of you.

"I'm ready to head back to the cabin for a drink with the crew. What do you think?" It's an innocent enough question to me, but my mental capacity is focused on trying to get you naked, not hanging out with the rest of the friends we're traveling with.

I answer with minimal enthusiasm. "Yeah, I guess. That sounds cool." Skiing down the mountain, my thoughts were completely lost in formulating a plan to get close to you. I completely forgot about the others. We have been friends since grade school, but I never had the opportunity to make any moves on you. As far as you knew it, we've always been friends – and that's it. Nothing romantic, Hot, or sexual ever happened between the two of us. To you, grabbing a drink was simply that, and nothing more. To me, it was an opportunity to wrap my hands around that sexy body, but I knew my options were limited with so many other people around 24 hours a day. For now, I would have to be content just fantasizing.

Before my thoughts are finished, you race down the hill yelling, "Last one down buys the drinks!" I laugh to myself, and mumble, "I'll be last as long as I can keep the view I like..."

Halfway down, you find a snow bank that looks inviting. You tear off to the side, building speed, trying to line up for a daredevil-type of jump. Your board hits the ramp perfectly, and launches you much higher than you expected. The landing isn't strong as your board edge catches an icy patch of snow, and launches you forward. All I see is a rolling, tumbling ball of snow, hair, and lusciously tight ski pants. I release my board bindings as quickly, and race over to you. I'm worried you're hurt, but I run up to the distinct sound of laughter. Snow covers one entire side of your face, and has matted itself throughout your hair.

"I'm guessing you're OK?" I asked anxiously.

Through the giggling, I can hear you spitting out snow. "Yeah, I'm alright. I'm more embarrassed than hurt, but I think I pulled my right hamstring."

I delicately help you to your feet, as you immediately transfer your weight off that pulled muscle. You drape your right arm around my neck and shoulder, looking for a little support. I put my arm around your waist, trying to help you, but my mind isn't on your injury. I feel terrible about it, but I can't ignore the fact I want this body draped all over me, naked. As you tell me about the severity of your injury, I'm not even listening. All I can focus on is the faint vanilla scent that you're wearing. It's intoxicating. You lean your head forward as I gently wipe the snow from your hair. I stare at the nape of your neck, just imaging what it would be like to kiss, and nibble that soft, tantalizing skin. We take the next twenty minutes slowly getting you down the mountain. Our group's cabin is perfectly located at the base of the ski resort, so we don't have far to go. 

"Let's get you inside, put a warm drink in your hand, and sit you next to the fireplace. That ought to help soothe you bit." You grimace lightly at the pain, but smile at the thought of getting off your feet, and comfortably relaxing. My gloved fingers fumble at the cabin lock, as the key falls to the ground. I steady you a bit, and then bend down to pick the key up. I can't pick the key up from the concrete with my gloves on, so I take a few seconds to get them off. As I'm pulling at the wet gloves, I can't help but realize my face is inches away from your tight, inviting ass. It takes everything within me not to run my hands across the smooth, ski pants material. It takes even greater strength not to take a big, greedy bite!

As the cabin door swings open, we're met with emptiness, and a note pinned to the entryway: "Everyone is hungry from skiing all day. We headed out for dinner at 5pm. Meet up with us. Get ready to get your drink on!" I stare at the note, reading it over and over. I'm not getting the same message they intended. To me, it says, "We're out of your way for several hours."

"Well, it looks like we can relax without all of those hooligans around!" You say this with a smile, and a quick wink. "Or, I can hobble along if you're willing to act as my crutch all night." I quickly dismissed the idea of venturing out because I wasn't willing to lose the one-on-one time I had been luckily given.

"Nope, we can go out with those jokers any time. You're hurt. Let's keep you from moving around too much. I'll grab a couple of warm drinks. You relax." I carefully lower you to the assortment of pillows that I built up in front of the fireplace, as I slip into the kitchen.

"Ahhhh, you're right. But, I'm not hurt that badly. I could go out if you really wanted to, but this quiet time is certainly worth taking advantage of with everyone out." You snuggle yourself deeply into the pillows, as a smile brightens your beautiful face.

After a few minutes, I reappear next to you with two drinks in hand. "Care for a Baileys Mint Kiss?" You stare at me intensely, and I can tell the word "kiss" is bouncing around your head like a pinball machine. You aren't sure if I'm offering you a drink, or preparing to lock lips with you. I end your brief confusion by putting a warm mug into your hands. "Nothing will warm you up like a little Irish Cream, Peppermint Schnapps, and coffee." I expect a look of thanks in your eyes for the drink, but what I see is disappointment. It seems an actual kiss may have been more of what you were after. I purposely lean across your face, reaching toward your drink, allowing my cologne to fill your senses. From behind my back, I produce a can of whip cream, fancifully topping your drink off with a jet of white, sweet cream.

I innocently ask, "Is there anything else I can do for you?" Without speaking, you sway your head back and forth, as if to say you're all set, but your hesitancy suggests otherwise. Your uncertainty tells me there is a great deal more that I can do for you, but you aren't willing to verbalize anything... yet.

We reminisce together through an hour of drinking, laughing, and light flirtation. After three more "Mint Kisses" together, I make an offer that you can't refuse.

"How's that hamstring treating you? A little stretching and massaging can sometimes give you a little more relief if you're interested. I'm certainly willing to help out. I'm a great masseuse." Without hesitation, you lay forward onto your stomach, facing the warmth of the fire, as an invitation for me to get to work. I move toward you, and settle in at your side. Leaning forward to your ear, I whisper, "I think you're going to like this." You don't answer, but you hum lightly almost as if you're purring.

My hands are warm and my grip is firm. I give you a couple of light squeezes across the back of your neck and upper shoulders, just to loosen you up a bit. I use my thumbs to slowly knead the muscles around your spinal column, slowly moving downward, taking my own sweet time. With each strong stroke, I can feel your body relaxing, giving in to me, relinquishing control. My hands, now at the bottom of your back, securely make their way around the hourglass curve of your waist and ass. I'm looking for signs – any sign – that I'm either welcomed, or turned away for my eager exploration. You pull one of the larger pillows closer into your grip, nestling your face deep within its fire-enhanced warmth. That's a good enough sign for me. 

I move down and settle myself between your parted legs. "OK, let's see if I can put some quality work into that hamstring, but not right away. As you can tell, I'm a bit of a tease." You giggle lightly, and nod in agreement. With one hand on each calf muscle, I begin to work deliberately, digging deeply with my thumbs. With each stroke, you relax even more, barely noticing that I'm inching closer and closer, unhurriedly spreading your legs further apart. Within moments, I'm sitting atop my knees just a few inches removed from your wide open upper thighs. My hands move from your calves to your hamstrings, gently caressing each under my secure grasp. Your pulled muscle is barely noticeable at this point. The pain has faded beneath my seductive touch. 

"Is this working for you?" I teasingly ask.

"I think that depends on what you're working toward," you respond.

Without a word, I show you what I'm looking for as my massaging moves steadily from the back of your legs to your ass. I slowly work your upper hamstrings, squeezing, rubbing. With each clutch of my hands, my fingers move closer and closer to your pussy. Inch by inch, I'm moving slowly just to tease you a bit. You know where my hands are going to end up, but I'm going to make you wait. I'm killing you with anticipation. My thumbs nonchalantly hit your pussy's mound, and slide all the way up to your ass. Each hand has a hold of skin-tight ski pants and the marvelous, firm flesh underneath it. You respond with an extended, pleasurable moan. No words are exchanged, but your body language screams for me to touch you more. I slide my right hand underneath your body, skillfully and eagerly cupping at your pussy. My touch dances across your warmth as you raise your hips off the floor, reaching at my hand, asking for more without speaking. I oblige. My fingers stroke tenderly at your swollen clit, pressing it directly against your pubic bone. The pressure is more than you can take as your head arches backward. With my free hand, I grab a handful of your brunette hair, wrap it around my hand, and pull it back even further. I increase the speed that I'm rubbing your clit. With each passing moment, I can feel your damp pussy getting wetter and wetter through your ski pants. All I can think about is burying my tongue as deep into you as I possibly can.

Your hips begin to rhythmically meet my fingers each time I furiously stroke your clitoris. Your legs shake in anticipation of release. I keep my weight on to of you, not letting you up until I get what I want. You beg instructions to me. "Faster." "Harder." "Oh God! I'm cumming!" Your body greatly spasms under the immense weight of a gratifying and intense orgasm. Your breathing is labored. Your heartbeat races. You can barely speak through the haze that fills your head.

"Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God." It's all you can say, as your hand reaches underneath and meets mine. After a few moments of recovery, you finally speak. "That was fucking mind-blowing!" My hand is completely wet from rubbing all over your pussy as I bring one finger to my mouth and give it a long, deep lick. "That's not a bad idea," you giggle as your face disappears from my vision, and slips below my waist, kissing slowly down my chest and stomach as I stand idly by. You pull at my ski pants, as I quickly reach down and remove them. Your hand reaches through the flap of my boxers, and deftly grasps the head of my firm cock. Its width fills your hand as you slowly begin to stroke me. I look down to see you kneeling in front of my cock, pointing directly at your face. Your French tipped manicured nails run up and down my length. I can tell what you're doing. You're sizing me up, gauging just how well I'll fit inside your wet and hungry pussy when you mount me. A big grin grows across your face.

"Why the smile? You like what you see?" I know the answer, but I just want to hear it come from you. I want to hear that pretty little voice of yours tell me just how much you want that cock to be yours.

"Oh yeah, I like this a lot. I just can't wait to see it pumping in and out of me." Almost before your last word slips out, the tip of my cock is surrounded by your mouth. Your lips slide down the length of my shaft, stopping just short of the base, leaving a ring of bright-red lipstick. All I can do is let out a long sigh. It's as if I've waited for this mouth to be around my cock all day. Your body rocks back and forth as my hips steadily meet each thrust from your mouth. Those manicured nails look gorgeous as my cock spasms with each careful stroke. My hand meets the back of your head as I begin to fuck your mouth, pulling you cautiously further and further down my shaft.

"Are you trying to be gentle with me?" You look up at me with that coy look in your eyes and my knees weaken. "No need to be tender. This girl likes a good deep throat session!" My cock is completely moist from your saliva and your hand pumps away at me using that slickness.

After a simple giggle and a shrug of your shoulders, you place both hands behind your back as if to suggest you're all mine to do as I please. Your tongue licks enthusiastically up and down my throbbing cock. Then you decide to really make my head spin. Your mouth opens wide as you slide down my cock. I can feel the back of your throat, and your gag reflex trying to fight my length. But this isn't a battle you plan to lose. A mild gag, coupled with a lurch from your body, and my cock is completely down your throat. Your lips press hard against my pubic bone, like you're trying to prove to me that I'm completely engulfed. No need to prove anything to me. I can feel the depths of that velvet throat wrapped tightly around me. With my cock passed your gag reflex, your eyes look up to mine. I return my hand to the back of your head and begin pumping your throat. Your abundant tits are swaying back and forth with each pump against your mouth. I can feel your hard nipples rubbing against my thighs. It takes everything within me not to cum at this point. I'm staring into your eyes, and they're watering from the deep throat fucking. I'm more than impressed with your "skills".

I drop down to the blanketed floor because I'm looking for better access to your amazing body. Your mouth never loses contact with my cock. You're locked on, and you love it. As you hungrily devour me, I work your ski pants off. I'm excited by the stark contrast of black pants against your bright white boy shorts that are clinging to your ass. My hand runs inside your panties, down the length of your bare skinned ass. It feels perfect, but it's not what I'm after. I reach further back to get my hands on that moist, bare pussy begging to be touched. As soon as I make contact, my fingers slip inside easily because of the rampant moisture. The touch of my fingers separates your mouth from my cock as you say, "Oh God that feels sooooo good." Your mouth immediately returns to sucking. I'm excited that you like the contact, but I've got a bigger plan in action.

I reposition myself underneath you, and slip my head between your legs into a perfect 69 with you on top. My hands caress across your ass, while I slowly begin to lick and nibble at the inside of your thighs. My tongue ventures down the line between your pussy and thigh, stopping to suck heartily for a brief moment, leaving a circular hickey – you've been branded by me now! I reach my fingers past your ass in order to get a small hold on your pussy, spreading it wide open. The moisture begs for me to greedily slurp away at you. It takes everything within me not to devour you. I want the anticipation to drive you crazy. You can feel my breath against your skin. You know the intimate places my mouth will soon find, but I just keep kissing around, teasing you into a wild frenzy. Each time I get closer, you suck me harder. It's a message I definitely understand – reward you, and you'll reward me. But that's your plan, not mine. This is my show, and I want to pleasurably torture you for a little while. My face moves closer and closer. My senses drink you in, enjoying every minute of your beauty. You don't know how long I've waited to get this close to you. I'm not going to rush it now.

"Eat my pussy!" You plead aloud to me.

Finally, I give in to your carnal craving and sink my tongue deep inside of you. Your mouth breaks contact with my cock, and an audible gasp escapes from you. You're so focused on my oral skills, your hand absent mindedly strokes at my cock as an aside. I swirl my tongue in wide, deep circles, tasting every last bit of you. You want more, and I know what you want. Your clit begs to me. It's fully aroused and waiting for my contact. I tease around it, licking every square inch of your pussy – except for your clit. With great pressure, I suck your labia into my mouth, and nibble lightly. You're panting, and squeezing at your own breasts. My cock is no longer your focus at this point. All you can think about is the amazing pussy licking you're getting.

I lean further down to get a good angle, and my tongue dives down onto your clit. I suck at it eagerly, in and out of my mouth. Your hips begin to grind against my chin, as I hold both thighs in my arms, not letting you squirm away. Your pussy rubs up and down my mouth. My view is straight up your round backside and I can resist. I slip one delicate finger in and out of your ass over and over as you grind down even harder. The circular rhythm of your hips tells me you're about to cum for the second time this evening. I can hear you sucking at your own nipples between gasps of "Oh my God" and "I'm going to cum all over". You thighs begin to quiver in my arms. Your circular motions stop, and you hold in one place without moving, all muscles tensed up. Your whole body is incredibly rigid, as a shudder trembles through you like a massive earthquake. You collapse down upon me. Panting like mad, you try to speak, but nothing comes out. I can feel the heat of your breath beating against my hips. My cock still sits absent mindedly in your grip, as your head swims with pleasure. I tenderly kiss at your swollen pussy, as your wetness flows down my chin. 

"That was fucking crazy." You mumble aloud. "You stole all of my energy! I could just collapse and fall asleep right here on your chest."

After a few minutes of quiet, I figure you've had your rest. A few playful slaps on the ass stir you soothingly. I whisper, "No, no, I need you awake a little longer." It feels incredible to have your bare skin against mine, but I didn't wait this long to miss out on such a golden occasion.

Without a word, you know exactly what I'm after. Rather than dismount from your 69 position, you simply inch your way slowly down the frame of my body until my erect cock is pointing between your legs. You slide your pussy over my hips. Your wetness covers your inner thighs, and allows you to slide down to the top of my shaft. You teasingly hold in that position, as the head of my cock yearns to reach another inch or so just to be inside of you.

"How about we start with a little 'reverse cowgirl' action?" You ask, as you seductively look back at me over your shoulder. Your eyes glow with the control at your hips. I can't even answer. A silly schoolboy nod of my head is all I can muster.

It happens quickly, but the anticipation makes it feel like forever. Your silky, wet pussy wraps tightly around the tip of my cock, as it disappears completely inside of you. You pause, as if to fully take in my size. Your hips swivel against mine, slowly churning my hard cock against your G-Spot. A light moan escapes you.




Snow Bunny



"You like that cock, don't you?" I ask as my hands grasp firmly around your waist, pulling you down harder upon me.

"This cock is wonderful." You answer aloud. You support yourself by leaning over my thighs, and holding onto my knees. Each opportunity to raise your hips is met slowly with my persuasive hands pulling you back down. When your full weight leans back and rests atop my hips, your hips grind at that G-Spot. I can feel my cock stirring against thousands of nerves as they send sensations throughout your body. You reach down and nimbly begin to massage my balls. I stare at your unbelievably hot ass as it slowly pumps up and down, milking at my cock. I'm so lost in this sight that I barely notice a light buzzing. Then I start to realize that it isn't really buzzing as much as it's a vibration. With one hand wrapped around my balls, your other is controlling a small, rounded vibrator that you covertly snuck from your purse – probably when you were giving me head, I imagine. At that point, I doubt I could've even spelled my name...

Your soft pussy wraps tighter around me with each raised stroke, reveling in every hard inch of me. I can hear (and feel) you getting your money's worth with that mini-vibrator. Your rhythm steadies as I sense you pushing yourself into another orgasm. Your clit is fully stimulated as it mashes into my pelvic bone. My cock grinds against your G-Spot. I give your bouncing ass a few firm spanks until each cheek is bright red. It's the Perfect Storm for a ferocious orgasm as you yell at the top of your lungs, "fuck me!"

"Ride that cock, baby. Ride it hard. " I order you as your hips hammer down hungrily at me over and over.

You body seizes tensely, just waiting for that orgasmic moment, and your breathing stops briefly. It's an instant that seems to suspend forever. "Oh God!" You ram down hard onto my cock three or four more times, just a couple of more thrusts ought to do it, and then you explode. Your head throws back, as if you're howling to the moon, and your screams bounce off every wall of the ski cabin. I grab a handful of your silky hair, and pull hard against you. "Oh God, yes! Oh my God! I'm cummmming! Yes! Yes! Oh! I'm cumming hard!" Your pussy gushes down at my stiff cock, and I can feel your wetness running down my entire crotch. You slowly wind down to a soft, unhurried pace, gently rising and sinking down upon me until you stop entirely. You sit there motionless for what seems like minutes. Your body is spent of energy. You legs quiver with light muscle spasms. Your head droops forward from exhaustion. Your hair is everywhere and tangled with sweat. You can barely support your weight leaning forward over my thighs. But you feel ... amazing.

"Nice riding, Cowgirl." A little untimely comedy is all I can think of to break the silence, but it's true. You rode me like a fucking champ.

"Nice bucking, Bronco." Finally, she shows some life. "I'm surprised you didn't already come."

"I'm surprised too. But I'm saving myself for a good old fashioned doggy-style ride of my own." I slap you playfully on the ass as a signal to get on your hands and knees.

I slide back to let you settle into a comfortable position. You grab a nearby pillow from the couch and place it under your hips, which props your ass into the air nicely. You turn your head around to look at me as your long, brunette hair snaps around your shoulders.

"Well, Big Boy. Are you ready for your ride?" You teasingly wag your ass at me, as if it's my extended invitation. "I need that cock back inside of me, nice and deep."

I don't need to be told twice. I crawl forward and place my knees between your legs, spreading you even wider. With my left hand around your hip, my right hand guides my cock into place. You're still incredibly wet at this point, which offers no resistance to my penetration. My hips meet flush to your ass. You inhale slowly. My cock feels good as it fills your pussy wholly. I stay at that apex, and don't pull myself back. I'm enjoying being as deep inside of you as possible. I move both hands to your shoulders and skillfully massage at your neck. You twist your head back and forth, enjoying the relaxing, yet powerful, contact. I lightly inch my fingers down your back. Goosebumps run the length of my touch. My hands meet your wonderfully curvaceous hips. Leisurely, I rock back away from your pussy, drawing my slippery cock with me. You exhale with care. Before you can catch your breath, I pull you hard back at me, driving my cock aggressively back into you. The ferocity of my thrust is met with an equally opposite, slow, withdrawal backward. Several times, I give it to you forcefully, and pull out gradually. It's my own way to tease; I can give it to you roughly, or I can give it to you delicately. Either way, I promise you'll be satisfied.

"I need it hard. Please give it to me rough!" Your pleading makes me even hotter, if that's possible. I've held out long enough. I need to cum as hard as I possibly can.

It begins as a slow, rhythmic pumping for a few minutes, but quickly turns into wild, hard fucking as I ram myself into you as deeply as I can over and over. Your ass slaps violently against my hips. Your thighs shake rigidly from each impact of our bodies. You arch your hips higher, bending your back lower, offering your hair to me. My hands are wrapped deep into your lengthy, dark locks as I can hold and pull forcefully. Small, interrupted moans escape from you with each of my thumpings.

"Fuck me, baby! Give me that big cock! Come hard for me!"

I can feel my heart beating through my chest. My head is pounding and slightly dizzy. I know this disorienting feeling very well. My orgasm is reaching the point of eruption. You can feel the same momentum building, as you pull yourself away from me. You skillfully whirl around to face my cock, and sink it deeply into your mouth. Your head bobs at my cock, begging me to cum. My hands grab onto your head and I begin thrusting without control. You gag slightly from the depths of my pumping hips, but I can't help it. I'm going to cum and it has to happen now!

I stiffen even more in your mouth as the head of my cock swells. The thrusting stops, and my breath tightens. Warm gushes of cum race down the length of my cock as if they're traveling from my brain, and fill your mouth. White, sticky cum escapes from the edges of your mouth, and drips down to your tits. A perfect line is drawn down your chest as my cum disappears into your cleavage. I pull out of your hungry mouth, and slip my cock between your tits, pushing them together. I slowly run my cock up and down, soothing myself. Your eyes look up and meet mine. You've never looked hotter than you do now; energy spent, sweaty on a cold night, and my cum sliding down your mouth and neck. You take of hold of my cock, and gently lick at the tip, wiping the last evidence of my orgasm away. Small, delicate kisses are sprinkled all over my cock and balls.

"Phew". It's all I can muster at this point. My head is swimming, and I can barely stand. You pull me down beside you, and cover us both with a nearby blanket. I'm ridiculously hot and sweaty, but the blanket still feels good in front of the fireplace. Your tits rest lazily against my bare chest, as you settle into my arms.

"Aren't you glad we passed on dinner tonight? You know they'll be gone quite a long time once the drinking starts." I love the way your mind works.

"Yeah, dinner is way overrated. This was much better. And it seems we have plenty of time to keep our party moving along, don't you think?"

I can feel your smile pressed against my neck. "Why do you think I didn't let you cum inside me? I've never had oral the way you just gave it to me. I have more plans for that mouth getting some more work in later."

My hand moves up to your shoulder and gives it a light squeeze of confirmation. "You tell me when, and I'd be more than happy to eat that pussy again, all night long."

You giggle lightly, familiarly. It's that same schoolgirl giggle I remember from grade school. And then I remember just why I wanted to sleep with you after all these years...