A Snowy Encounter

Struggling though the deep drifts had forced snow up and inside her coat soaking jumpers and top. Her struggles had almost exhausted Angela and she barely made it back into the car.

White Van Man greeted her return with a feigned scream.

"Shut the fuck up, I'm trying to keep us alive if you hadn't noticed!" Her voice wavered; she was on the verge of tears.

"Sense of humour failure" he muttered. She chose to ignore it.

Now it was she who began to shiver. Quickly the coat was stripped off followed by a jumper which was used to partially dry her hair. Next the remaining jumper and top leaving her in a bra. It was as well the car was in darkness. Off came the boots, socks and pants, she hesitated at the panties but they too were wet so they too came off.

"Unzip, I'm joining you".

"Not if you are bleedin' wet you're not". Angela lashed out at the source of the voice; there was a satisfying smack of hand on face.

"Fuck!" The sleeping bag zip opened; a moment's hesitation then she squeezed in.

Angela laughed to herself as her cold, naked body slid over his warm, naked body and he gasped at the shock of the cold, but more so the suprise of her nakedness.

"Ohhhhhhh" he murmured.

"Touch me with your dirty hands or equally dirty cock and I'll rip your balls off, understand?" she hissed.

He understood totally and believed her.

They lie back to back and he wriggled from time to time to change where, on his now warm body the frozen parts of Angela touched him. She felt that the cold had seeped into her bones and considered making the effort to get the second flask of tea.

"I'm not getting warm" she said more to herself than to him.

"Don't I know it, I was getting warm now you're making me cold again" moaned WVM.

"Pig!"

"Not that you are bothered, but my name is Roger".

Angela didn’t reply but lie shivering. In the confines of the sleeping bag he found it difficult but with a struggle turned to face her. Wrapping his arms around her he took hold of her hands so as to avoid his hands touching any sensitive area. She struggled weakly.

"I told you ..." her voice trailed off.

"Shut up!" "To use you own words ... I'm trying to save our lives".

Thoughts came to her very slowly and through the fuzz in her brain she became aware that they needed each other.

The warm of his body began to reduce the cold in hers and she snuggled back into his arms.

As she warmed up and her thinking became clearer a fact became apparent, there was a hardness pressing into her backside. Angela wriggled.

"Stop that!"

"Sorry, but whatever that is, it's sticking in my back".

He sighed. "I'll turn around then".

Angela gripped his hands.

"Just move it a bit".

"It's joined to me where the f... do I put it?"

"Fuck ..."she completed the word for him.

Angela placed one of his hands on her belly; it still felt cold.

"Warm it up" she demanded.

"And lose my balls, no way".

She reached behind her and cupped his balls. His body tensed.

"Please, your balls are safe".

Tentatively he passed his palm over her midriff; his balls remained attached. Rather than rubbing to achieve heat through friction Roger decide to caress and hope for 'inner' heating. His hands were those of a manual worker and were rough and calloused. Roger worked them over her belly then her sides, circling, smoothing and kneading. As he caressed down from her ribs and over her tight midriff he pushed further and encountered a hint of stubble, lingering there just above Angela's mound.

Roger had not seen her naked body as the interior lights were off before she had stripped off the wet clothes. With his arms encompassing her body he was able to judge that her frame was quite small, in fact he would say thin; stomach was quite firm and he guessed that she visited a gym. His hand had tarried too long and she put it into motion again. Leaning back her head onto his shoulder she gently squeezed his balls and tutted.

"Your belly is warm enough now".

He started to withdraw his hand but she stopped him by grasping it, and after a pause, placing it on a breast. Roger was impressed, the firm flesh filled his hand with a little over and a slight movement of a couple fingers found a nipple that was becoming erect.

As she placed his hand on her breast it pleased her that the cock that pressed against the hand holding his balls, twitched and grew harder. Releasing his balls she grasped his cock; he drew in a breath. "My arm is breaking" she complained.

"As long as my balls are safe, turn around and ease the pain", he grinned. He wished there was some light so he could see her face although he knew that she was a blonde looker.

Face to face they grasped each other tightly, her breath in his face smelled so sweet and he moved his lips to hers. She responded with a kiss that had the hair on the back of his neck bristling.

Angela was startled by his moustache; never before had she been kissed by a wirebrush. After the initial surprise she quite enjoyed the sensation and wondered why on earth she hadn't kissed one before.

As their kissing became hotter and their tongues explored each other’s mouths, Angela found it excited her to imagine his wire brush on her labia; would it tickle or make her sore.

"This is going to kill me" he gasped somewhat breathlessly as they broke a particularly long and passionate embrace.

"Not before you satisfy me" she exclaimed.

Angela manoeuvred herself under Roger, guiding him between her thighs.

"Jeez, don’t panic, I meant that I can’t tell my mates about shagging a real posh bird in a snow storm". "If I'm to satisfy such a hot bird, I shall have to use all the tricks in the book".

He kissed her long and hard, thrusting his erection over her pubic bone. Down her neck, over her chest to those firm, peachy breasts he kissed, sucked and nibbled. Sharp teeth clamped firmly on each nipple in turn, then lips sucked at them to ease any slight pain. Lips skipped down each rib, landing only briefly before moving on. At her navel his tongue delved and probed causing her to giggle, arching her back to force her belly hard against his face.

At each move she was aware of his moustache, scratching and tickling as it moved down her body. She could hardly wait for it to arrive at her pussy, so much so that it was with considerable restraint that she stopped herself pushing his head there.

Roger sensed that the scent emanating from her honey pot indicated that this was not a case of survival but of raw lust. He was embolden by this; no longer concerned that she would perform one swift action making him a eunuch.

To celebrate this new found courage his indulged his tongue, lapping at her shaven mound finally dipping it into her cleft. As he imagined, she tasted sweeter than honey but with that unforgettable tang of a babe ready, willing and wanting. His tongue wormed its way quickly to her clitoris and as it found it she reacted by letting out a sharp "Oooh". Her hips bucked driving his tongue harder onto her eager button.

Roger was an experienced lover, or so he would claim. True, he had had a number of short-term relationships; the women soon left when they discovered that his world revolved around Play-station gaming, drinking and sex. No doubt if pressed they might be persuaded to admit that when sober and concentrating, his abilities were to be recommended.

In the confines of the sleeping bag Roger found it annoying that Angela's legs would not fully spread. She too wanted more space for her lover to access her now soaking and demanding pussy. With one swift movement the fastening was unzipped, they were far too sexually hot to notice the cold.

Any thoughts that he might have entertained of being subtle were removed by Angela's hands either side of his head guiding and urging him to pleasure her. It was a pleasure for him, licking and sucking at her fully blood-engorged labia, inserting his tongue deep inside her. For her the delicious touch of his moustache. A light flick of the finger on her clitoris caused her to buck her hips, moan and encourage him to repeat it.

"Oh my god, nooooo you bugger", she moaned. "Where the fuck did you learn that?" the question was purely rhetorical, all she wanted was more of the same. As Angela built towards an orgasm he would stop his ministrations at her pudenda, kissing slowly up her body to her mouth, exchange passionate kisses then back down, urged on by her hands, to bring her to the climax she so urgently desired.

After the first she expected the quick, frustrating fuck that so often happened with her previous partner. Roger had other ideas. He allowed her to relax by kissing her, whispering obscenities to which she giggled. Then he turned her over, massaged and kissed her body as if in worship, before once again attending to her needs.

After another shattering climax Angela needed her man, his manhood, inside her.

"Fuck me, my darling van man", she emphasized the word fuck.

"Oh bollocks, do I have to?" he teased.

"Please, or I'll die of sensory overload before getting this inside me", she grabbed at his penis.

"But...but...I've barely started" he boasted.

Her hand on his balls convinced him that she would wait no longer.

Between her thighs there was no need for a guiding hand, his cock easily found her pussy; the heat and wetness attracted the bulbous head. As he eased forward he was mildly surprised to find, despite her high level of arousal, that his cock encountered resistance. Despite his claims to the contrary he was well aware that he was no better endowed than the next man in the 'size' stakes. Pushing further caused her to moan loudly; her vulva gripped his cock as tight as any hand.

Roger prided himself on his ability to delay ejaculation thus providing any woman with the maximum of pleasure.

After just a few thrusts it was apparent that this time he would not last. Angela was hot, wet and tight and she appeared to be able to grip him at will.

"Geeze, you're gonna make me cum too soon! He complained.

"Don't worry" she soothed, "We have until they find us". Her legs wrapped around him pulling him deep within her.

"Shit, I can’t cum..."

"You are impotent.." she panicked.

"No! I don't have protection!

"Oh silly pratt, you dont think I would let you fuck me silly if I wasn't protected?"

No more was said, he fucked her to the best of his ability; they kissed until their lips became numb.

"Oh shit, I'm cumming" he groaned.

"Pump me, fuck me you brute, cum hot and hard for me" she encouraged. He did as commanded.

Their lovemaking explored old and new; his preference; hers. They got kinky. Eventually they exhausted themselves and, locked in each other’s arms they fell asleep.

oOo

The tea in the flask was still hot, the sandwiches uneaten, the energy bars still in their wrappers when rescuers found the lovers' bodies; frozen in a final embrace.