2 comments/ 22985 views/ 3 favorites Winter Wanton Land By: Maggie Red Rose Maev MacFarlane, a resident of North Carolina in the States, was driving through her favourite little town of Bulloch located thirty-five miles north of Glasgow situated on the extreme southern end of Loch Lomond. Her MacFarlane ancestors once lived in this very area, having moved East/North East from the Loch Linne area. Like so many Scots in the days of Rob Roy MacGregor, the early 18th century, whose family lived beyond the mountain Ben Lomond to the East many of her ancestors thieved cattle to make a living and survive, cattle in Scottish being called coos. This trip back to her homeland, actually homelands since Maev (May + ve) was of both Irish and Scottish ancestry, was her Christmas gift to herself, one she had been awaiting with great anticipation. Maev's plane landed at Glasgow International Airport where she rented a small blue, compact car with manual shift that she, of course, had to shift with her left hand since the steering wheel was located on the right side. This was due to the face that one drives on the left side of the road that many in the States call driving on "the wrong side of the road." However, to Maev's way of thinking driving on the left side of the road was correct for those throughout Ireland and the United Kingdom of Scotland, Wales, and England, and she had no difficulty with it. It was a very cold, overcast day when Maev left the airport and headed north towards Bulloch. She was driving on A 82 on her way to Glencoe Village that is located in the Scottish Highlands in the northwest end of the glen on the southern bank of the River Coe as it enters Loch Leven, a saltwater arm of Loch Linnie. Glencoe Village was situated in Glencoe Valley near the site of the reputed, dastardly massacre of the MacDonald clan by the Clan Campbell who murdered them in their sleep under orders given by the Commander of Fort William. The village is surrounded by spectacular mountain scenery that in winter is covered with snow and ice, making travel quite different if not dangerous at times. Maev knew this, but she was a free spirit who pressed the envelope many times throughout her life be it in climbing mountains alone, breaking a climber's cardinal rule not to climb alone; canoeing white water; hiking through deserts that are home to rattle snakes, Gila monsters, scorpions, peccary/wild pigs, and many kinds of cacti; into and out of the Grand Canyon in eight hours, bringing on the first stages of hypothermia; or sailing. Thus, when it began to snow, Maev didn't give much thought to it even though it was quickly accumulating on the roads and surrounding landscape, making driving difficult with visibility no more than 100 feet in front of her; although, fortunately there weren't many on the road. To make matters worse her car rental had all-season tires on it, but it didn't have snow tires nor did it have chains in the boot. So with the little traffic on the road, Maev was basically alone out in this horrible snowstorm that in an hour of so went from just covering the two-lane road to about a foot of the white stuff, and Maev could barely see where she was going. She knew she was headed in the right direction towards Glencoe Village that was to be her first stop on her trip where she had reservations in one of the quality bed and breakfast establishments, Callart B &B, a five star accommodation. Maev was going to stay in Glencoe to do some relaxing while reading and writing poetry since she loved words. Words were power to Maev, especially in poetry since each word needed to add to the meaning of the whole poem, especially if there was rhyme. Weather permitting she also planned to do some hiking and even mountain climbing if feasible. Unfortunately, the winter weather had other plans for Maev, plans she never expected nor anticipated. The snowstorm was pilling up the white stuff very quickly, now making it both difficult to see as well as to drive. The snow was coming down so heavily and the strong northwest wind was causing it to swirl around her that it was close to being a whiteout, and she was still about twenty-five miles from Glencoe Village as best she could make out from having seen the last mileage sign which read 40 Kilometers. In these horrendous conditions Maev was down to a crawl on the snowy road, and she strained her eyes to see as she watched the wipers move quickly back and forth across the windscreen. She was looking for and hoping she might find any shelter from the storm, especially a private home. However, Maev thought that would be just too damn lucky for such a thing to happen. "More than likely," Maev thought, "I'm going to be stranded out here on the side of the road all alone in this freezing cold, but at least I packed alot of warm clothes, especially my 100%, all-natural wool sweater and winter hiking gear. So I won't freeze to death." That thought just having passed through her mind Maev thought she was seeing a mirage. She thought she saw the outline of a house up ahead on her right, but she wasn't sure. However, with high hopes Maev drove slowly until she saw a lovely whitewashed, thatched-roof cottage; although, the thatch was just about covered completely with a blanket of thick snow. It was mainly the shape of the gabled roof with the broom-like cut ends of the thatch letting her know what it was, and as she drove into the driveway, she saw a green door and shutters. Snow covered the walkway to the door, and drifts of snow lay in the southeast corners of the windows since the storm was coming out of the west/northwest from which most of the storms came...off the North Atlantic. Maev stopped the auto in front of the cottage and looked around, noticing smoke rising into the frosty, snow-blown air that disappeared to the east with the wind, letting her know there was an inviting fireplace inside and someone was home. However, what she didn't know was who was on the inside of the cottage: man, men...woman, women...or family. However, in her predicament Maev knew she had no choice; she had to see if she could seek shelter in the cottage. From her own sailing experiences, it reminded her of the old sailor's adage: "Any port when caught in a storm." Thus, Maev turned off the engine, grabbed her backpack in which she had her purse, got out of the car, closing the door behind her, and trudged through the ankle-high deep snow up to the front door, knocked, and waited. Since it was a small cottage, it didn't take long before the door opened, and there standing in front of Mave was a lone woman who had a woolen shawl draped over her head and across her shoulders to ward off the cold she knew was out there in the howling snowstorm. Before Maev had a chance to explain her predicament, the woman, seeing Maeve to be a lone woman already coated with snow, reached out a hand, grabbed Maev by her arm, and gently pulled her inside her cottage, closing the door behind her to keep the cold and snow outside. Maev was shocked by the suddenness of the women's actions but not afraid. She understood the woman didn't want to stand there with the door wide open to the inclement elements while she explained her plight and let the heat escape. Despite the snow clinging to Maev's long, reddish-blonde and clothing, the woman saw how beautiful she was and seemed no threat to her. She saw Maev for who she was, a stranded, lone female, caught in one of Glencoe's nasty snowstorms. On her part, the woman dropped her woolen shawl from her head and wrapped it around her shoulders, the ends hanging down past her waist. Expecting at best to find either a single, old woman or an old married couple, the person standing before her was a beautiful, young woman in her mid-twenties. Her hair was blonde, eyes blue, lovely lips, and fair skin. Since she was all bundled up, she had no idea what her body was like, but even beneath her shawl and clothing, that consisted of a neutral, long-sleeve wool sweater and sweat pants, she could tell she was youthfully well-built. The young girl smiled warmly at Maev and said while chuckling softly, "My gracious, girl, what 'r' ya doin' out in such a snow storm as this? Ya must be daft?" Maev smiled back at her and chuckled, "Well, I tell you true, it's not by choice. I checked the weather before heading from Glasgow International Airport having come over from the States. When I left the weather was gloomy but not threatening. If it had turned bad by the time I made it to Bulloch, I'd have stayed there 'till it blew over." "Ah, that would have made sense, but since you're here, give me your garments to hang up, and let's get you over to the fire place where there's a warm, peat fire. And, by the way, my name is Becky. You?" asked Becky warmly and casually. "My name is Maev, and I'd love to sit by the fire. I love the smell of beat burning. It smells so earthy," Maev answered as she removed her garments and handed them to Becky. "Good to meet you, Maev. Take off your shoes and go sit," invited Becky as she hung Maev's coat and tartan tam on hooks near the door. Maev needed no encouragement. She went over and sat down on the sofa that was situated in front of the fireplace, and there was a carpet in front but far enough away from the grated screen to protect it while Becky hung up Maev's coat and cap before joining her, sitting down in a cushion sofa chair so they could look at one another. "Now, Maev. Just where were you headed when you got caught in the blizzard and ended up here on my doorstep at my wee cottage?" asked Becky. "I was headed for Glencoe Village where I have a confirmed room at Callart B & B," answered Maev. "Good choice. The Callart B & B is considered one of the best and loveliest. Unfortunately, it's about 40 kilometers up the road where you turn off to the right and have to drive up to the northwest end of the glen," Becky said, "so I guess you'll be spending the night here with me which I have to admit I rather look forward to it since I don't have many visitors living out her in the Highlands." Maev sighed deeply, "I'm just so glad I found your lovely cottage and am safe from the storm for which I thank you, Becky." Becky smiled, intently holding Maev's stare, and smiled acquiescingly. "Oh, Maev, it's my pleasure to have your company. "So, let me make us some tea and we can talk, and then later I'll make us some supper," "Oh, that sounds lovely, but only if you let me help you," added Maev, wanting to demonstrate her thanks for Becky's hospitality, "and, oh, I need to call the B & B and tell them I'll not be coming. I'm sure they'll already know why. I have my cell phone." Becky shook her head yes and went to the kitchen area to put on the water and set a serving tray that included a plate with Walker's butter cookies, a traditional Scottish treat. While Becky was busy, Maev stretched out her legs, pointing her feet towards the fireplace to get warm. By that time Becky returned and set down a small table with the tea and biscuits between the sofa and sofa chair. She then poured two cups of tea, steam rising from cups. Becky asked, "Milk? Sugar?" "No thanks. Just plain," Maev said. Becky poured the tea and handed Maev a cup, took hers, and sat down. Once seated comfortably across from one another, Becky and Maev talked about this and that as they shared with one another facts about their lives, both feeling very at ease with the other that led them to be open enough for them talk about subjects of an intimate nature. Knowing they were snug and secure from the winter blizzard howling outside and sitting toasty-warm in front of the fireplace with the orange, yellow embers of the burning peat aglow on the grate, gave both Becky and Maev a sense of safety and the enjoyment of not being alone on such a horrible, but oft' winter conditions in the Highlands, night. Both grew to have the feeling that they had known one another for a long time. So much so no subject seemed to be intrusive into their personal lives. Their feeling was both open and friendly. "Becky, I'm so glad I found your lovely cottage for two reasons: To find shelter from the storm as well as finding out what a lovely Scottish Colleen you are. You're a life-saver," Maev said quite openly. "Hush. Hush. And am I not happy to have such luvly company on such a horrible, stormy night," said Becky in her Scottish brogue into which she sometimes falls. "I love your speech, Becky. 'Tis simply grand," Maev said giggling as she, too, spoke out in the Celtic way. Both Becky and Maev laughed uncontrollably as they enjoyed the fun of it. "Maev, how would you like a wee bit of whisky in your tea to help warm you up? I've got a bottle of twelve-year-old Glenfiddich in the cupboard. Goes down smoooothly. It does," Becky asked. "Oh, that would be lovely, Becky," answered Maev. "It's been a long time since I've had good Scotch whisky. My usual drink is Guinness stout." "Ah, now, that's something we have in common. I love the smooth, velvety Guinness, too," said Becky. Thus, without another word Becky went out to the kitchen, and within the cry of a banshee (a Celtic witch) she was back. "Here we are," Becky said as she poured some Scotch into Maev's cup of tea and then some into hers. Well, by the time Becky and Maev had drunk more tea and whisky, each time more whisky than tea, they each had a wonderful buzz, freeing them to their laughter, questions, and answers. "Tell me, Maev, have you got a boy friend back home?" asked Becky. Maev, not ashamed of her sexual orientation and the fact she lived the lesbian lifestyle, answered Becky's question quite matter-of-factly, "Well, to tell you the truth, Becky, I don't have a boy friend. I do have a girl friend." Maev's answer took Becky by surprise, and it was a few seconds for Becky to wrap her mind around Maev's forthcoming answer. "So, you're a lesbian then, Maev," said Becky. "Yes, a die-hard lesbian," answered Maev. "Does that shock you?" "Oh, no, Maev. That doesn't shock me in the least. In fact, you just caused shivers to run down my spine," blurted Becky almost apologetically for having asked Maev such a personal question. However, Becky already asked, so it was right out there in the open. The next move was hers that she took a wee bit tentatively. "Maev, you don't see any men around her. Do you?" asked Becky. "No, I don't see any men around your cottage," answered Maev. "And you won't because I'm a lesbian, too," Becky chuckled and giggled with uncontrollable laughter, the whisky having loosened her up. Maev joined in Becky's girlish laughter. They each laughed so hard, tears ran down their cheeks, and it took a while for them to get themselves under control. "Ain't it a hoot?" said Maev, "that I should find shelter from the storm in the home of a lesbian. "Isn't it though?" replied Becky. After that dual-revelation, Becky and Maev talked for the longest time, still hearing the howling, winter wind blowing outside while the snow continued to pile up. There was already about twelve inches on Maev's auto rental that both Becky and Maev could see as they had gotten up to look outside the frosted, icy windows once Becky unlatched the interior shutters she kept closed in weather like this. Becky closed and latched the shutters again, and then she and Maev went back to the warmth of the fire where Becky put in some more pieces of peat that is dried, decayed vegetative bog grasses and plants. When they went to sit back down, instead of returning to the sofa chair, Becky sat down of the sofa next to Maev who was sitting sideways with her left arm resting on the top edge of the sofa, thinking she'd be looking across the short distance from the sofa to the sofa chair in which Becky had been sitting. Maev did not say a word, however, when Becky sat sideways, too, and put her hand on the top edge of the sofa just inches away from Maev's extended fingers, making her physical closeness very immediately palpable, causing her to tingle between her legs and feel wet between her legs, her Bartholin glands already secreting her natural vaginal lubrication-mucus along her vaginal slit. "So, Maev, tell me, do you have a girl friend back home?" Becky asked. "Yes, I have a girl friend. We've been together for a little over seven years," answered Maev without giving much detail, feeling it to be too personal to share with an almost stranger even though she and Becky were getting along quite well. "Ah, you are the lucky one, then. Right now I live alone as you can see," Becky said with a somewhat melancholy to her voice. "Well, you'll have to go find yourself someone," Maev encouraged. "As lovely as you are that should not be difficult." "Easier said than done since as you can see for y'erself, I live in a rather lonely place. Even Glencoe Village is not very big, and besides, at that size it's hard to keep a secret. It doesn't take long for everyone to know your business. But enough of that," said Becky as she leaned forward and ran her fingers over Maev's hand and caressed its softness from which Maev did not pull back. The tea along with the fire had warmed her inside and emboldened her to be brave enough to ask of Maev something very personal, feeling the worst that could happen would be for Maev to say "no." "Maev, of course, you'll be spending the night here with me, and I'm sure you'll be wanting to shower after having such a long flight over from the States, driving all the way from Galway, and getting caught in this snow storm. Would you not?" asked Becky. "Well, yes, that would be grand, Becky. I feel cruddy and could use a bath or shower about now," answered Maev appreciatively. "I thought so. A shower can come after we have our supper. However, there's a wee bit of a problem. My water heater is not the biggest, and usually there's just enough water for one shower. Would you be mindin' our sharing a shower so I can have one, too?" asked Becky enticingly. Understanding Becky's situation and not being all that shy about being naked in front of other women, she replied, "No, Becky, I don't mind sharing a shower with you. After all we have come to know one another quite well in such a short time." "Grand. But then there's one more thing. I've got but one double bed with a nice, warm down comforter. Would you mind sharin' a bed?" asked Becky. Maev smiled somewhat salaciously as she grinned warmly at Becky, "Well, since we're going to share a shower together, sleeping together in the same bed is no problem." Becky smiled appreciatively, her blue eyes sparkling and her heart pounding in her chest with sexual arousal and excitement at the very thought of seeing Maev's naked beauty. She tried to create an image in her mind as she licked across her lips with the tip of her tongue, a motion that did not escape Maev's attention. "Ah, that'll be simply grand then, Maev. Besides, our combined body temps will help keep us warm throughout this cold night. It's almost as if the little people led you to my humble cottage. Is it not? Becky asked. Because of her Celtic ancestry Maev was well read on the subject of the little people and faeries and was, therefore, genuinely in agreement with Becky's suggestion. With mutual agreement, she said, "That it could be, Becky. Maybe the wee folk had something in my showing up on your doorstep looking for shelter from the storm." With mounting excitement and sexual arousal in her crotch, Becky took Maev by her hand and got up, taking Maev with her. "Come on then, me Lovely. Let's get our shower," Becky said in a low, soft half-whisper. Becky and Maev went to the small bathroom that had only a toilet, sink, cabinet, and standing shower with a shower curtain inside the high lip that kept the water inside the shower stall and an outer curtain decorated with purple-headed thistles, Scotland's national flower imprinted on it, hanging on the metal rod above the shower stall. Winter Wanton Land As the two took off their clothes, both took quick glances at the body of the other, anxious to see one another naked. Becky turned on the water to get it hot before she and Maev stepped inside. It was cooler in the bathroom since it was away from the fireplace, but it would get warmer once the hot steam from the showerhead filled the small room. Becky then put her hand under the water to test it. "All right, water's hot enough. Let's get in and get warm," said Becky as she stepped inside with Maev following behind her. Becky drew the shower curtain closed and then in turn she and Maev positioned themselves under the water shooting out of the showerhead in steady streams through the holes. "Mmmmmmmm, the water feels so good after such a long, harrowing day," sighed Maev. "I can well imagine. Under the best of circumstances the A 82 is a lonely, narrow road, but then there aren't too many highways in Scotland. Mostly two-lane roads. Not like in the State," said Becky. Becky took the bar of naturally scented soap and moved it all over her body, making her body slick from the suds, and then she handed it to Maev so she could do the same. Both luxuriated in the steamy-hot shower as they washed themselves all over. There was but one problem. It was close quarters in the small shower made for one, and, therefore, from time to time Maev's and Becky's bodies touched one another, especially with their breasts and butts, but this did not bother either of them. To tell the truth the touching of their bodies caused them to become sexually aroused, and their nipples already were standing erect and firm, and each felt that feminine arousal between their legs. After all, both Becky and Maev were lesbians, so their sharing a shower was an erotic treat. Maev said to Becky, "Would you like me to wash your back, Becky? Things are more than a wee bit tight. Don't you think?" "That would be lovely, Maev. Here's the soap," said Becky as she handed it to Maev and then turned inward towards the showerhead, tilting her head down, leaning her hands against the wall, and spreading her legs for balance. The spreading of her legs made a nice "V" between them. Becky's move caused her buttocks to slide across Maev's hairy pussy and the upper part of her thighs, Maev being a few inches taller than Becky. This unexpected contact of their flesh caused them both to quiver with erotic satisfaction, and the feelings increased as Maev washed Becky's back with her open hands with her fingers splayed, she having set the bar of soap in the dish in the shower wall. Maev's touch was gentle and erotic to Becky, causing her heart to beat faster and her breathing to come more quickly as she felt herself becoming wet between her legs, not just from the water cascading down her front but from her own vaginal lubricant. The same sexual sensations were going on in Maev as she delighted in the feel of Becky soft flesh beneath her hands, especially her fingertips. Due to the heightening sexual desire in Becky at the touch of Maev's hands on her, she inadvertently pushed her bottom backwards, making contact with Maev's hairy crotch. The contact was sexually electrifying for both of them. Becky's inadvertent touch caused sexual responses in Maev as stimulating chemicals from her brain coursed to all her erogenous zones. Responding to their stimuli, Maev slid her soapy hands around Becky and cupped her hands over Becky's breasts and began to massage them, feeling her hard erect nipples pressing against her palms. A soft, elongated moan escaped Becky's mouth through parted lips as she responded to Maev's intimate tender touch. "Oh, Maev, that feels so damn good," Becky sighed. "Your hands are like magic. I was hopping you would touch me." Maev smiled within herself with much pleasure and said, "I'm glad you like my touch, Becky." As Maev said this, she cupped Becky's pert breasts and slid her thumbs and forefingers onto her hard, erect nipples, tweaking and rolling them, as she lowered her head and kissed Becky on the side of her neck at the juncture of her right shoulder. While still playing with Becky's nipples, causing circular rings of goose flesh to stand up around her areolas, Maev kissed, licked, and sucked all over the side of Becky's neck as well as along her shoulder, eliciting moans of pleasure from Becky. Still kissing Becky on the side of the neck and feeling her breasts, Maev removed her hands off Becky breasts and slowly slid them down her chest, over her belly, and onto her Mons, joining her hands between Becky's legs that she had spread further apart in anticipation to Maev's erotic touch. Because of Maev's velvety touch on her pussy, Becky already felt weak in her knees from her sexual arousal. Maev slid her hands up and down between Becky's legs, feeling her swollen labia with her fingers. Maev also slid her two index fingers between Becky's pussy lips from her perineum past her vaginal slit and pee hole and over her erect, hard, now- throbbing clit that enjoyed the tactile attention it was getting from Maev's busy fingers. At times Maev inserted her index fingers into Becky's vaginal slit and finger-fucked her, feeling her pussy cream inside her warm, pliable vaginal sheath...the rows of fleshy ridges that she could touch with the tips of her probing fingers. "Oh, Maev, help me cum. Your fingers on my pussy are like magic," moaned Becky as she pushed down on Maev's working fingers inside her pussy. Maev kissed Becky more ardently on the lower right side of her neck and then sucked her flesh into her mouth, drawing blood to that area that surely was going to leave a rosy coloration on that very love spot as she slid her fingers out from Becky's creamy vagina and slid her hands upward until her fingertips were playing with Becky's overactive sex organ, her clit, flicking it up and down...back and forth...and circling it around and around. "Oh, yesssssss, Maev. Yessss. That. Do that," sighed Becky salaciously. "You've got me close to cumming." Without missing a movement on her clit Maev turned Becky around so that they were facing one another, holding her close with her left hand on her back as she kissed her with great passion. At the same time Maev worked her fingers all over Becky's vibrating clit as she neared her orgasm. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" was all Becky could utter as her sexual energy coursed through her body wave after wave, crashing onto the vortex of her womanhood...her stiff, hard, erect clit with its blood-engorged, puffy shaft...as she willingly surrendered herself to her orgasm, letting it explode in profuse ecstasy. Maev reached up with her left hand and turned Becky's lovely face towards her, and she hungrily opened Becky's mouth with the thrust of her seeking tongue and inserted it inside Becky's mouth to explore its recesses, and both Maev and Becky dueled with their tongues as they intertwined them over and over again and again while Becky rode out her orgasm to full completion. Once Becky's orgasm had subsided and she was in control of herself and her speech, she broke their lovers' kiss and looked deeply into Maev's eyes. The water from the showerhead running down her back, over her ass, down her thighs, and onto the shower floor where it finally went down the drain. "Oh, Maev, you were wonderful," Becky sighed with complete physical and emotional satisfaction. It had been some time since she had made love with a woman, so she had been more than ready to enjoy the intense orgasm Maev had helped her have. "Maev was, indeed, a gift of the little people," Becky thought to herself. "Maybe they caused this winter storm," she added with a smile. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, Becky. Ever since I luckily came to your place and found you here and as we came to know one another—of course, the whisky helping to loosen us up and relax—did it not—it just might have been the work of the little people." Maev said as smiled in return. Maev then brought her hand that was covered with Becky's pussy cream and juices and sucked her index finger clean. She then offered Becky her middle finger to suck clean so she could taste her own sweet cream. "Yum. Tasty, even if I do say so myself," Becky said. "Thanks for the sharing of it." "You're welcome," replied Maev. By now the heat of making love was ebbing within both Becky and Maev, and they felt a slight chill. As Becky had told Maev she had a small hot water heater that gives about enough for one shower which was at least the feasible reason Becky had given Maev about sharing a shower. Becky turned off the water. "Let's get toweled off and go lie down in front of the fire place. To be honest I'd love to get my head between your legs and eat your hairy pussy. That reddish-blonde hair is tantalizing," said Becky who was still sexually charged. "Sounds good to me, Becky. I am a wee bit chilled," answered Maev. "And, to tell you the truth, I'd love to feel your mouth and tongue working on my pussy. Having made love with you has made me horny as hell." So, Becky and Maev took two, fresh, thick terry bath towels and dried themselves off, and then they ran out to the living room to stand in front of the fireplace where Becky put on some more peat on the embers glowing orange which caught on fire immediately, both breathing the earthy aroma of the peat. The two of them stood in front of the fire for a few minutes to get warm, but then Becky left and went into the bedroom, coming back with a fluffy, goose down comforter that she laid on the floor carpet beyond the fireplace. She then reset the protective grate in front of the fire for safety-sake. She took two throw cushions off the sofa and dropped them at one end of the comforter. "There, now, doesn't that look cozy?" asked Becky. Maev looked hungrily into Becky's eyes and simply shook her head "yes." "Then lets lie down and enjoy the warmth of the fire. Can you not hear the wind still howling out there? I'm sure the snow has piled up even deeper than when we last looked," Becky said. "I imagine so," agreed Maev. "I don't think I'll be getting to the B & B anytime tomorrow. I'll have to call them in the morning and inform them I'll not be staying there because of the weather. I'm sure they'll understand. Don't you think?" "To be sure. I doubt if there's any movement of traffic in this weather," replied Becky. "You don't mind putting up with me for another day? Do you, Becky?" asked Maev. "Mind? Why, Luv, you are welcome to stay as long as you like," Becky answered cheerfully. "You've got that special touch of welcome wouldn't you say?" asked Becky coyly and flirtatiously. "Besides, you're welcome to stay as long as you want," Becky thought at the same time she gave Maev her answer. Both smiled at one another. "You're so gracious, Becky. I thank the little people for leading me to your cottage and you, too," said Maev. Becky roared with laughter to Maev's surprise. "I thought the very same thing, Maev. As if this were meant to be: Two woman into the lesbian lifestyle lovers brought together in a Winter Wanton Land," Becky giggled, and Maev joined in her laughter. "Now, come, let's lie down together. I want to hold you in my arms and make mad, passionate love to you as you had made love to me, but only more this time," Becky said amorously. "All right," replied Maev as she went over and lay down beside Becky on the fluffy, warm comforter safely beyond the fire that was glowing orange hot, making being naked quite comfortable despite the storm and cold outside. When Maev lay down on the comforter with her head propped up on the sofa pillow, Becky rolled over and took her into her arms, pressing their bodies together so that they felt one another's breasts with their renewed hard, stiff nipples. Becky leaned over onto her left forearm and looked down at Maev. "My, Maev, you are beautiful. I want to devour every inch of your lovely, gorgeous body from head to feet," Becky murmured in a sexy, soft voice. "I'm all yours, Becky," moaned Maev in anticipation. Still holding Maev's gaze, Becky lowered her head down to Maev's and at first began to kiss her softly and tenderly: across her forehead; on her eyelids when Maev had closed them to concentrate on the tactile pleasure Becky was giving her; on the tip of her nose; the sides of her cheeks; her ears, licking around them from the outside to the inner ear into which she dipped the tip of her tongue but whispered as she withdrew, "I want you, Maev. I want you so badly"; her chin; and then finally her semi-parted lips that were so kissable thought Becky. Once Becky was kissing Maev's mouth she became more passionate, more demanding. She licked around the outline of Maev's lips and then also between them until she opened her mouth and enclosed it over Maev's, causing Maev to open her mouth and return the hungry kiss Becky so desired. Maev wanted Becky as much as Becky wanted her. Becky stretched her tongue beyond Maev's lips and slide it into her wet mouth where she searched all she could touch. She even pressed the tip of her searching tongue into the back of Maev's mouth to the beginning of her throat in a soulful, French kiss. When Becky did this, she thought in her sexually charged brain, "Just wait, Maev, your Becky has something very special for this lovely throat of yours that I think you'll enjoy." Maev returned kiss for kiss and tongue exploration for tongue exploration. It had turned into dueling tongues seeking to pleasure the other and enjoy the tenderness of a woman- to-woman kiss, soft, wet, long, and sensuous. There was no rush for time. There was a winter blizzard outside, so they had all the time in the world at that very place and time. While Becky and Maev were still caught up in their ardent kissing, Becky reached out with her left hand for balance and began with her right hand to roam Maev's gorgeous body, caressing her neck...left shoulder at first...along her arm...down to her hand that she faced palm up. Becky then gave Maev one last kiss before she kissed and licked her way down her neck the same way Maev had kissed Becky's neck in the shower, stopping at the base where it joined her right shoulder. From there Becky kissed and licked Maev's shoulder, along her bicep muscle, and onto her upturned palm. She licked it softly, leaving a row of her saliva, before moving up to Maev's fingers that she took into her mouth one by one and sucked on them. Once paying homage to those parts of Maev's body that elicited sighs and moans of pure pleasure, Becky turned Maev's arm over so that she could kiss her wrist, down her forearm, the soft underside of her elbow, the underside of her tricep, until she was kissing and licking her underarm, smelling the faint scent of her deodorant even though she had just showered. While kissing and licking Maev's underarm, Becky brought her right hand down onto Maev's full, round, right breast and cupped what she could in her hand, paying particular attention to her areola and taut nipple. Her mouth followed her hand, and Becky soon had Maev's hard, erect nipple inside her mouth, sucking on it with great fervor. She squeezed Maev's breast and slid her hand upward towards her nipple so that she could suck on both her areola and nipple, too. In time Becky rolled onto her left side and repeated her intense, minute lovemaking on Maev's right side, ending up with her hand on Maev's breast and her mouth sucking on it as a child suckles on her mother's nipple. "Mmmmmmm...that feels so good, Becky," purred Maev. "I love to have my nipples sucked. They are so sensitive. Having them sucked makes me wet between my legs." "I intend to find that out, Maev," said Becky in a soft yet husky voice, and even though she was not ready to go down to Maev's pussy just then, Becky, nevertheless, dropped her hand between Maev's feminine charms, and searched out her splayed vaginal slit and dipped the tip of her fingers inside it. Becky's attention to her pussy caused Maev to moan more loudly with anticipation, but Becky was not ready just then. She did, however, put her fingers to her noise and smelled the freshness of the natural soap that had the aroma of wildflowers they used in the shower and the sweet musk of Maev's womanhood. "Yum. You're right. You are quite wet down there," agreed Becky. "And I look forward to getting my head between your legs to bet a better taste of you. I promise, but not just yet. I save the good part 'till last." "Oh, yes, the good part, but don't leave me hanging too long, Becky. I can feel myself getting highly aroused and my growing orgasm," said Maev. "Not to worry, Luv, before I'm finished with you, you won't have one regret. I promise," assured Becky as she went back to Maev's body that by now she was kissing and licking down the middle, sliding her hands along her sides as she went. Becky kissed and licked all over Maev's belly, paying particular attention to her dimpled bellybutton into which she dipped the tip of her tongue that she swirled around and around, leaving a small pool of warm saliva in the recess of Maev's bellybutton as she brought it out, dragging a line of saliva down to Maev's pubic line at the top of her puffy Mons. Once there Becky felt the pubic hairline with her tongue as she travelled from side to side, hip to hip. She then kissed and licked her way all over Maev's pubic mound that was covered with bush of reddish-blonde pubic hair. Becky took hold of Maev's hips for handholds and buried her face into Maev's hairy Mons, loving the feel of her pubic hair against her face. Once securely burrowed into Maev's hairy pussy, she played with it with her tongue and mouth, licking it and running it between her lips, leaving her pubic hair both wet and matted with her saliva. Becky thrilled to the texture as well as the fragrance of Maev's womanhood, knowing that it was being emitted from her vagina and the seat of her femininity, but she wasn't quite ready to pleasure Maev's pussy just yet. There was more of her body to pleasure. Therefore, Becky licked the creases where Maev's thighs and lower abdomen that included her pubic area met. It was from there that Becky let her mouth and tongue travel down Maev's thighs, top of her calves, and to her feet and toes that she kissed between them and sucked on them one at a time. Becky even sucked on the front of Maev's feet as well as kiss her ankles and insteps of her feet. "Hey, that tickles," giggled Maev, jerking her foot away from Becky's mouth in a brief reflex. "Yeah, Silly. It's supposed to tickle unless you're not ticklish," chuckled Becky. "Well, you can tell that I am," Maev giggled with pleasure. Becky now got onto her knees, spread Maev's legs with her hands, and knelt between them. She then bent at her waist, her hands resting on Maev's knees, and began to kiss and lick her way up her inner thighs to her pussy, the ultimate goal of female love. As if by involuntary motion, Maev lifted her hips off the floor and pushed forward in anticipation of Becky's kiss on her nether lips. It was the moment for which she had been waiting. By the time Maev had herself braced for Becky's kiss, Becky had her hands grasping Maev's hips and lowered her head, mouth open and puckered. With longing looks at Maev's hairy pussy, Becky bent forward and planted her mouth right on Maev's vaginal slit and immediately and hungrily thrust her tongue inside in a cunnilingus French kiss. It was a passionate kiss, a kiss Becky had been wanting for such a long time, not just Maev's pussy but any woman's pussy, but now that Maev was with her, it was, indeed, the kiss for which she had been wanting and waiting. Maev's fresh, musk fragrance intoxicated Becky's senses, and she almost swooned because of the womanly sensation she was smelling and tasting. Winter Wanton Land It was a long kiss with Becky pressing her mouth over Maev's vaginal slit and pee hole and Maev pushing up from her lying down position. To increase the pressure of the kiss, Maev reached out with her hands and put them on top of Becky's head and pushed downward as she thrust upward, pressing Becky's face in her hairy muff. Not to miss the opportunity, since Becky had her tongue inside Maev's juicy, wet, creamy vagina she took advantage of the opportunity and began to slide it in and out as she tongue-fucked Maev, eliciting moans of utter sensual pleasure. "Mmmmmmmmmm, does Maev's pussy taste delightful," ran through Becky's mind as she continued to eat Maev's pussy. "Oh, Becky, your kiss is wonderful, but I have an idea. Turn around and lets get into a 69 position so we can both eat the pussy of the other." Instead of taking time to answer Maev, Becky kept her mouth glued to Maev's pussy and pivoted her body into a 180 position, getting into a kneeling position with her naked pussy located right over Maev's face. Maev looked up at Becky's shaved pussy and salivated, thinking she looked younger than the twenty-five years she actually was. Becky's pussy was, of course, swollen and puffy from sexual arousal, and now that her legs were spread wide over Maev's head, she saw her labia separated so that she had a clear view of Becky's asshole, her vaginal slit, and her clit, the head of which was fully extended beyond its protective hood. Becky's pussy was a delectable sight to behold. Anxiously, therefore, Maev reached up with her hands, grabbed Becky by the top of her hips, and guided her pussy right down to her face. It was fresh and sweet. Immediately Maev gave Becky's pussy a tender kiss and began what is often called Tipping the Velvet, a more artistic way of using the word cunnilingus. However way one said it, Maev wanted to eat Becky's bare pussy. While holding onto Becky's hips so she could work her way downward, Maev was able to lift herself up in order to lick her smooth, puckered asshole; her erect, hard clit and puffy shaft; her pee hole; and her vagina, dipping her tongue into Becky's vaginal slit as she had her tongue inside her pussy canal, tongue-fucking away. From time to time both Becky and Maev would take out their tongues and insert their first two fingers into one another's vagina and finger-fuck each other, feeling the fleshy ridges and the soft, spongy areas where their G-Spots are. At the same time, each pressed her head fully between the legs of the other so they were able to finger-fuck and suck on the swollen, vibrating clit of the other, bringing them both closer to enjoying their orgasms. Both Becky and Maev moaned in utter, sensual delight as each of their bodies felt the stimulation of all their erogenous zones come alive, and each began to buck her pussy in earnest on the face of the other so that while having their pussies eaten by one another at the same time they were humping the face of the other, riding them as if they were riding a hobby horse. "Oh, my, gawd, Becky, you have me close to cumming," cried out Maev. "Your fingers and mouth are driving me mad." Becky lifted her head up just enough to answer, "Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. I'm close to cumming. Suck my clit! Finger my pussy!" Both Becky and Maev got back to their fingering and sucking, and Maev was first to buck her hips upward, pressing her hairy pussy hard into Becky's lovely face. "I'm cumming, Becky. I'm cummiiiinnnnnnnggggggggg!" screamed Maev as sexual currents of pure ecstasy exploded inside her and came targeting themselves onto her throbbing clit, the very vortex of her womanhood, and the gates were about to open to let the deluge of her female ejaculate shoot out of her pee hole. Soon Maev was squirting her love juice that had built up during her sexual arousal into Becky's waiting mouth who gleefully swallowed each squirt Maev had to give. At the same time Becky's inner thighs trembled from sheer sexual arousal, and she slid her bottom down on Maev's face until her pee hole and vaginal slit were covering her open mouth. Becky then, too, cried out as her orgasm vibrated violently in her tingling clit, thus causing the flood gates in her to open, releasing a deluge of her ejaculate directly into the open, waiting mouth of Maev who took one shot after another quite willingly, delighting in the semi-salty taste of Becky's love juice. Thus, together Becky and Maev enjoyed mutual orgasms to the fullest, each one ejaculating her Para urethral fluids that had increased in volume throughout their lovemaking into the mouth of the other. When each knew the other had emptied herself of her love juice, she licked the pussy of the other, adding the taste of pussy cream. Minutes passed as each worked to catch her breath, steady her heart rate, and come down from the peaks of sexual ecstasy Becky and Maev had given to one another. With a parting kiss on the pussy of the other, Becky rolled off to Maev's right side, turned herself back 180 degrees so they were lying beside one another face to face, holding the eyes of one another with a touch of wonderment at what they had just shared, a mutual orgasm and mutual ejaculation. "That was marvelous, Becky," said Maev. "Yes, marvelous and delicious," added Becky. "Come here and kiss me, Maev. I want to taste ourselves." Maev took Becky into her arms, and the two came together in a mutual embrace, their legs intertwined, kissing one another with much passion and enjoying the taste of their pussy cream and love juice in this lovers' kiss. After the kiss, they parted and just lay side-by-side, still being warm by the burning embers in the fireplace. Despite the howling winds, both Becky and Maev felt safe and secure. "Well, considering the time difference between the States and Scotland and the torrid lovemaking we've made, I'm sure you must be tired, Maev. Yes?" asked Becky. Maev gave a shallow yawn and said, "Yes, I guess you're right." "Well then," said Becky, "let's get you to bed, and tomorrow I'll make you a good, full-Scottish breakfast of juice, porridge, eggs, rashers of bacon, red and white pudding, toast, and tea." "Sounds great," answered Maev. So, Becky got up and stoked the peat embers so they would be warm in the morning with which to begin another fire while Maev took up the down comforter that she knew they would need that night and went into the bedroom, putting the comforter on the bed. When Becky joined Maev, they both got into bed and crawled naked under the flannel sheets, two wool blankets, and the comforter, and snuggled in the arms of one another, Maev holding Becky in hers. At first they lay there without making a sound. They heard the howling of the wind, but in the stillness of the ebon night they also heard the breathing of one another, each one reliving the events since Becky found Maev standing at her thatched cottage doorway seeking shelter from the winter storm. However, the silence was broken when Becky said, "Maev, I don't know what brought you to my humble cottage, but whatever or whoever it was, even the little people, I'm glad for that." "Yes, it was my good fortune to have found your place out here in the Highlands as if by fate or magic, my Scottish Lassie, and with our lovemaking I might add that in truth I stumbled into a Winter Wanton Land," giggled Maev. "That you did," giggled Becky along with Maev. "And I'm so glad you did." Becky and Maev kissed goodnight, curled up into the arms of one another, and went to sleep maybe to relive in their subconscious minds their making love in their dreams. Of course, tomorrow was another day, and neither Becky nor Maev knew what fate had in store for them.