The 3-hour drive through appalling winter conditions seemed illogical but somehow I had to escape the city and regain myself in the solitude of the Victorian High Country. I arrived at a small clearing beside a stream and knew that there was nobody around for at least 50 miles. Who would also be stupid enough to camp under these cold wet conditions? Nobody, I reasoned. I set up a large tent; I like headroom, and piled my double mattress with a good supply of blankets and rugs. A small lamp soon added a touch of warmth in the air. Then it was down to business, my business with my body.

At 33 I was in great shape and could give an erection to most guys with a wink! I slowly undressed and ran my icy fingers over my body to induce shivers of excitement. My nipples were hard and pointed due to my feelings and the extreme cold. Since I was in no hurry I stood with my left hand alternating between each breast, lightly stroking each nipple while my right hand ventured to my pussy lips and sharply induced a shuddering orgasm. That was to be my plan for the weekend and I was off to a great start. I then unpacked my assortment of female toys, some heavy sordid reading material and a bottle of port and settled onto the bedding for some serious self-fun. I slowly engrossed myself in a story about a young lingerie salesgirl selling door to door that just happened to knock on the door of 2 horny studs.

I had the feeling that every orifice of this cutie would be creamed against her will, so I hungrily read on. I rested the head of my vibrating cock against my clit and held the shaft firmly between my thighs. Every time I squeezed them together heaven crept that little bit closer. The young girl in the story was demonstrating the latest cutaway bras for these studs blissfully unaware of the effect her sweet body was having on the hunks of rigid meat she as yet could not see. I idly wondered whether they would just hold her down, tie her up or knock her out before the fun began when what sounded like a shrill cry and a splash invaded my senses. I lay there and listened, thinking it was a bird or an animal, when I heard a plaintive cry for help. Shit. I was not up here freezing my arse off to be a hero, no sir. Shit again I said as I pulled a tracksuit on and ventured into the dark.

A small figure lay half out of the stream trying desperately to climb the slippery bank. I grabbed a sleeve and assisted the now near frozen being onto dry land. It was a young person clad in now wet frozen hiking gear and about one minute from hypothermia. I hurried into the tent and quickly began to undress this iceberg. In the semi gloom I did not know if it was a boy or a girl and it wasn't until I was toweling the body dry that I discovered a tiny shriveled penis. "Well young man are you able to talk yet "? I asked. He shyly nodded and said he had been on a day survival course for some scout badge award and "I got lost in the dark" he sobbed. I rugged him up in my bed, discreetly removing my toys from view, and set about making some hot food for us both.

His name was Ken, he was 14 and this was his first venture by himself in the mountains he told me as he lay there still shivering. "Hey Kenny" I asked "would you like a glass of port to warm your insides up". He didn't know what port was so I poured two large glasses and told him to taste it. He smiled as the rich wine trickled down his throat. "Wow that's great errr" then he realized he didn't know my name. So that was how Ken met Laura.

He finished off the port and lay back with a very contented look on his face. Well I have made this little shit happy I thought, here I am in a wet tracksuit and a cold bum. Ken was watching as I turned my back to him, removed my top and dried off. He giggled as I pulled my pants off "don't you wear undies Laura". I told him that if I had wasted time putting underwear on he might not be here now. Ken thanked me and sheepishly said that it was the first time he had seen a ladies bum! Feeling a bit self-conscious now I asked him to turn over while I climbed into bed. Once we were both covered up he rolled back over and we chatted while his body warmed up. The alcohol soon had its effect and Ken was sound asleep, seeking warmth he snuggled into my back and his arm draped over my waist. I held his hand on my tummy to stop it venturing into the "playground areas". The awkward position I was now in prevented me resuming my masterbatory weekend. During the night I was woken by a howling gale, for an instant I was disoriented and could not work out which warm body I was cuddled up to. Our positions had reversed and his little butt was up tight against my cunt sending the wrong messages to my brain