Fucking chilly

Natty looked out of the Range Rover's passenger window at the winter wonderland surrounding her. The trees were heavy with snow, and the ground sparkled, creating a magical Narnia. Above the sky was azure blue, perfect skiing conditions, and with nothing for miles around, she couldn't wait to get to the log cabin with Steve and for their long weekend to begin.

Damn shame they were being joined by Tim and Mae. Whoever they were. Steve's uncle had double booked, and the result was they'd have to share his Alpine cabin retreat with strangers.

She switched her attention to Steve. He was so handsome. She still had to pinch herself that he was hers. That they really were an item and going strong at that. Everyone said they were the perfect couple, and she was even starting to romanticise about a ring and a Big Day.

"Nearly there," he said, studying the snowy road ahead. "Are you ready for action?"

"Action?"

"Skiing." He flashed her a grin.

"Ah, that yes."

His smile dropped a little. "I'm sorry again about Tim and Mae. I really hoped we'd have the place to ourselves."

"It's okay." She paused. "And to be honest, this way we might actually hit the slopes and do some skiing."

He squeezed her knee. "True. Because if it were just us at the cabin, miles from anywhere, log fire, fur rug, I think I'd just keep you naked and writhing in pleasure all weekend."

"I wouldn't have complained." Her heart did a little flip, and her belly tightened. It always did when Steve talked about sex and what he wanted to do with her. He was bloody good in the sack. The best she'd ever had. With him, she never had to worry about whether or not she'd have an orgasm; it was just a case of how many. His thick cock always drove her to climax, and he was extremely skilled with his fingers and mouth too.

She squirmed on the seat.

"Don't worry," he said, throwing her a wink before turning back to the road. "We'll still fuck plenty, it'll just have to be in the privacy of our bedroom at night, and you'll have to try and control your cries of pleasure."

"I'm not sure how well I can do that."

He ran his hand up her thigh, then re-held the steering wheel as he negotiated a bend with a steep drop to the right. "In which case I'll gag you, maybe blindfold you and tie you up too."

She laughed. "Promises, promises."

"You know I'm good for them."

Beep.

"Who is that?" she asked as Steve glanced at his phone.

"A message from Tim."

"Want me to read it?"

"Sure." He passed her the phone.

"It says they're running an hour behind; their flight was delayed. They've only just picked up their hire car."

"Really?"

"Yep, really."

"That's inconvenient, they've got the key for the cabin."

"Ah, yes, that is annoying." She sighed.

"And we're nearly there." He gestured ahead. "Look there's the sign for the village."

"But it's beautiful here, perhaps we can go for a walk."

Steve took the turning. "It's a five-minute walk from where we park the car, my uncle is in the process of having the driveway redone. Work has paused for winter. So we'll carry our skis to the lodge and then come back for our luggage. That will pass some of the time."

"Sure."

A few minutes later they were parked up, and Natty put on her fluffy black earmuffs then hoisted her skis onto her shoulder. Steve did the same, like her, he left his jacket undone. Despite the laden branches and crunch underfoot, it wasn't bitterly cold.

"I love this," Natty said as they left the car and walked through the trees, her trainers squeaking on the snowy ground.

"Me too. I used to come most years as a kid."

"Just as well you know where you're going. I'd be lost already." With the path completely covered, it was impossible to guess the way to the lodge.

"I know it like the back of my hand."

They walked side by side. A bird startled to their right, shaking snow from its perch that sparkled as it fluttered downward like glittery confetti.

"Deer tracks," Steve said, pointing at a trail heading to the trees.

"How wonderful. I feel a million miles from London. And it's so quiet too. Peaceful."

"Yep, just you and me. For another hour at least."

The cabin came into view. The roof was layered in a blanket of white, the windows dark, and the chimney pierced the blue sky. "Wow, it's beautiful," Natty said. "Like something from a Christmas card."

He took her hand. "We're going to have a great time."

"I know."

"Starting now?"

"What?"

He set down his skis. "Baby, we have an hour of solitude. An hour where you can make all the noise you want, and only the deer and birds can hear you."

Natty studied his eyes, deep blue and brimming with desire, she knew him well enough by now to know he had sex on his mind. "Really? Here. Outdoors. An outdoor fuck?"

"Yeah, really."

She giggled and held up her free hand. "It's starting to snow."

"So, we'll stand under here." He took her skis from her and stepped her towards the cabin under the wooden overhang. "And I promise you won't be cold."

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. The heat of his body radiated onto hers, and she breathed in the spiced cologne he'd put on that morning. "But what if they get here early? What if…?"

"They won't. An hour at least, and there's no one else around." He kissed her neck, then stooped and kissed over her top onto her breast.

Her nipple tightened. Her pussy clenched. It was as if there was a hotwire from his mouth to her core, sparking it alight, making her crave more of him and everything he could give her.

She ran her hands over his hair then to his cheeks. "A dog walker might come by or…"

"I've never known anyone to just show up here." He kissed her, his mouth soft, his pale stubble brushing her chin. "But I promise I'll keep a lookout."

She kissed him back, stroking her tongue onto his.

"You won't regret it," he murmured, his voice low but a playful smile dancing on his lips.

"I know." She grinned. "Yes, let's do it."

He kissed her again, then scooped her breasts into his palms. She was braless, and her nipples poked at the material of her top, their dark outline just visible. He kissed and nibbled each nipple in turn, and she clung to his thick jacket, small gasps of need catching in her throat.

There was no turning back now. Her panties were getting damper by the second, and lust pumping into her veins.

"You're so fucking sexy," he said, standing tall and catching her mouth in a heated kiss. "I'll never stop wanting you like this."

"Good." She looped her hands around his neck and pressed her body to the length of his. Through their clothing, she could feel the thick wedge of his cock.

He groaned slightly, dragging her closer. "I'm hard for you."

"I can tell."

"Are you wet for me?"

"Have a feel."

"Fuck, you drive me crazy," he said against her lips and slipped his hand down the waistband of her black pants.

She widened her legs and thrilled at the feel of his cool fingers dipping beneath the elastic of her knickers and finding her clit. "Oh… Steve."

"Hot and wet, just how I like you," he murmured, stroking her pussy.

"I need you."

"You're going to get me, but turn around first, let me see your sexy ass." He spun her to face the cabin and she set her palms on the cool wooden wall. Her heart was thudding and anticipation gripped her.

Tugging at her trousers, he exposed her buttocks, cool air washing over her hot skin.

"I fucking love your ass," he said. "It was the first thing I noticed about you. Your ass in tight jeans." He snapped open the poppers on her white body suit, pushing it out the way so she was exposed to him.

"I'm glad, I… oh… fuck yes…"

He'd knelt behind her and was kissing her butt cheeks, licking and nipping too.

"Steve… oh…"

He moaned and gently pushing buttocks apart to reveal the cleft of her ass. He kissed her there too, his breath hot and his face buried.

She adored his caresses. It made her feel alive, cherished, utterly female.

"Steve," she gasped. "Oh… please. More."

He gave it, his tongue dancing over her flesh, his kisses deep and hot.

She held her breath and stared at the ground, her mouth parted. He was licking her asshole. The sensation is wicked and dark yet wildly erotic.

Her pussy wept with arousal. She forgot everything else around her. There was just Steve and his sinfully wonderful kisses.

"Oh my god you're beautiful,' he said, tipping her further forward so her butt was jutting out. "Every part of you."

"Oh fuck, I need…" She was panting.

"I know what you need." He kissed her again, lower this time, over her pussy lips and his fingers found her clit.

A full-body tremble attacked her, and she curled her toes in her trainers.

He rotated her clit, small, fast circles and replaced his tongue with his finger, sinking deep into her pussy.

It was just the start of what Natty needed, and she swayed in time with the way he was finger fucking her. She'd already gone past the point of caring what she looked like if someone happened along. Bent over, trousers around her ankles, bare ass in the air, and her boyfriend's fingers working her to the point her gasps and groans were barely controlled.

He moaned, clearly enjoying himself too.

It felt so good she was struggling to stay upright, her knees had weakened.

"Baby, you want my cock?" he asked, standing and kissing her neck. He wrapped a solid arm around her waist.

"Oh, yes, please."

"You go it."

His cock was there at her entrance, the head wide and hot. He was clearly as desperate to fuck as she was and he sank deep on one determined plunge. His way eased by her slick arousal.

"Ah yeah," he gasped, "so good." He slid his hand up to cup her breast. "So damn good."

"Fuck me… oh god, fuck me."

He gripped her hips, held her steady and pulled halfway out. In a split second, he was deep again, then withdrew. He set up a fast rhythm, jolting the air from her lungs with each plunge and making her breasts jostle.

Her pussy gripped him, and she closed her eyes, completely lost to sensation.

"I want you to come outside, like this," he said after a minute. "Come here." He urged her upright, her back to his chest, his cock still buried deep. "And cry out so all the birds and deer hear you."

"Oh fuck, I will if you keep doing that." He'd found her clit and was rubbing it with the pads of his fingers. "Oh god…"

She felt so owned by him, possessed, and was happy to hand herself over. The pressure was building in her pelvis, her clit swelling, the climax building.

He was determined in his mission, pushing her closer and closer to release with each second that passed.

She cried out, then dragged in cold air. The point of no return had arrived. She was coming. Hard.

"Fuck yeah, baby," he said, working her clit even faster and pulling her down onto his cock.

She sagged into his arms as bliss shot from her clit and pussy to rush like wildfire through her body. He held her up, his breaths fast and excited. Her climax extended, her pussy hugging his cock, squeezing and releasing.

"You're amazing," he said hoarsely.

"Oh… oh that's so good."

He turned her face to kiss her cheek.

"I want you to come," she managed breathlessly.

"I'm gonna." He turned her again and cupped her breasts. His hands cool on her hot skin.

He fucked her with renewed energy, his hard cock going deep on each thrust. Her pussy was still gripping him in aftershocks. He upped the pace and Natty knew he was getting close. His cock was steely hard, his breaths jagged.

Suddenly a memory blustered into her brain. Something Steve had said when they were talking about the ski trip. 'I had a dream last night, Natty, that we got lost in the snow and you gave me a blowjob, right there, in the forest. Our skis forgotten, not caring if anyone saw us or if we found our way out. An outdoor fuck.'

"Wait," she said, straightening.

"What's wrong?" he asked, releasing her breasts.

"Like this." She wriggled so he had no choice but to remove his cock. "Let me…"

"What?" He cupped her cheeks and stared into her eyes. Confusion washing over his. "You okay?"

"Yes. But I remember you told me about a dream."

"A dream?"

"Yeah." She wrapped his cock in her fist. "A dirty dream, a wet dream." She paused and worked him root to tip, then smoothed her finger over his slit. "About our ski trip. Can you remember it?"

His eyelids grew heavy. "No."

"Then I'll remind you." She smiled and kissed him. "You told me it was about a blowjob, me giving you one, right here in the snow."

"Ah yeah, I know the one." He paused, groaned softly. "You have a good memory."

"I do when it comes to you."

"Natty." He closed his eyes. "Your hands on me feel so good."

"So I'm guessing my mouth will feel even better." She stooped and pulled up her trousers, covering her bare ass. Steve hadn't even dropped his trousers, just pulled the length of his cock out of the open fly buttons. He'd been ready for a quick cover up, even if she hadn't.

Well, now it was his turn to forget everything and enjoy the moment.

She sank to her knees, the snow cold beneath her. But she didn't care. An outdoor fuck was exhilarating. This was all about her lover's pleasure. She'd taken hers.

Sometimes she spent ages teasing him before she took his cock into her mouth, but she guessed they were getting short on time. So she tightened her hold on his shaft and took the wide head of his cock into her mouth, stroking her tongue over it and around it.

"Ah fuck." He tipped his head back, eyes closed. "Yeah."

A lovely sense of power went through her. She had this strong, dominant, confident man at her mercy. She was all he was thinking of right now. Her and her mouth.

"Ah baby, that's it." He set his hands over her earmuffs. "You're so good at this."

Using her hand and her mouth she worked him. He tasted of her and the first drip of his pre-cum. She stared up at him, enchanted by his captivated expression. Mouth hanging slack, eyes heavy, a slight crease on his brow as he concentrated on every sensation she was giving him.

"Oh yeah," he said, swaying his hips in time with her movements. "Hell yeah…oh yeah."

She sped up, his knees slackened for a second and then he braced them. She set her hand on his left thigh, his muscles were like granite.

He sucked in air fast, huffing it out. Screwed up his eyes and gripped her head in a vice-like grip. His cheeks were flushed.

Natty stayed with him as the first pulse of his orgasm shot cum into her mouth. She swallowed it fast, the briny liquid sliding down her throat.

And then another burst of pleasure. He shouted out an unholy praise to the lord and pushed in deep, almost touching the back of her throat.

She hugged him with her tongue as another rope of release flooded her mouth.

"Fuck so fucking good," he managed through gritted teeth.

She looked up at him again. A wave of satisfaction held his features hostage and this doubled her pride. She'd made his dream come true. Hadn't planned it, but it had happened.

She kissed the tip of his cock, tenderly, lovingly.

"Baby," he said, scooping her up. "You know you're the best I've ever had, right."

"Ditto."

He kissed her, his breaths still coming fast. "And I can't imagine ever being with anyone else, ever again. It's only you."

His words filled her heart to overflowing. "I feel the same." She paused. "What was that?"

"I didn't hear anything."

"I did." She glanced over his shoulder. "A car door, in the direction we parked."

"What? Fuck."

"Come on, quick, put your cock away." She laughed, adrenaline pumping into her system at the thought of getting caught like this.

"Shit, yes." He fumbled with his pants and tucked his fading erection away. "That would give Tim and Mae a shock."

"If it's them."

"It's someone." He straightened her collar and her earmuffs. "We've been at it longer than I thought."

"But we can pick up again tonight, right? When it gets dark."

"Of course, baby. Tonight and every night." He scooped up his skis then hers. "Best look as though we've just been waiting, not fucking." He glanced down at the disturbed snow. "Hopefully they won't be able to tell what we've been doing from that."

Natty giggled and huddled her coat tighter to her body. She was getting cool now, and she'd just noticed it was still snowing.

"My knee prints next to your footprints are a bit of a giveaway." She swiped her trainers over the dents in the snow. "There, evidence destroyed."

Steve laughed. "Good girl. Come on, let's leave the scene of the crime and wait by the front door."

Natty grinned and a lovely glow of satisfaction settled in her belly. "I think you mean the scene of pleasure."

The End