Chapter 1: Oh the Weather Outside

After a long walk in the snowy woods, Joe and Susan stopped to rest. Looking about them, it truly was a winter wonderland. The tree tops were sparkling with ice and early morning sunlight. The land's hills and valleys were all covered in white. All was silence, minus the drip of the ice and their own breath. Loathe to intrude on this silence; they both simply stared, amazed, for no human would ever be able to create such a wonder. It wasn't even something you could photograph. The magic of the trees, each tiny branch encased in ice, each pine needled wrapped in its own glass-like crystal, was simply too magical to reproduce.

"Come, let's make it to the stream," Joe whispered.

Onward they walked. Joe and Susan both enjoyed winter. The night before there had been a storm, bringing rain before the temps fell. The rain coated everything in ice as the temperature dropped before, at last, the snow came. The day's morning had dawned bright and sunny with high blue skies. It wasn't frigid, but pleasantly cold. The perfect winter's day.

Susan followed Joe, trusting him to find the stream. She didn't care overmuch where they went. The company was grand, the day fine. What more could a girl ask for? The light-paced hike kept her body temp up so that the coat she wore was actually too warm.

Susan walked smack into the back she'd been following!

"Oh!" She'd been so caught up in her own thoughts that she hadn't noticed that Joe had stopped. He just chuckled, well used to her antics by now.

"We're here," Joe whispered, inches from Susan's ear.

And so they were. The stream was moving rapidly for as narrow as it was. Only the very edges, near land, were thinly frozen. All around them the snow-covered hills rose upwards towards the sky. The woods seemed thin and sparse with the coverage of white. Susan had always loved trees in the winter. Without their leaves they showed their true form. Nothing was hidden.

Susan smiled at Joe and leaned her head against his shoulder. There was no need to talk. It felt great just to be. Unknown minutes passed in silence. Joe slid his hand under her jacket and rubbed circles over her back.

"This place is beautiful, isn't it?" She whispered.

"Yes. You cold?"

Susan shook her head no. She was actually a bit hot, yet knew better than to take her coat off. She unzipped it and let it hang open. Joe nodded and unzipped his. He, however, draped his over a young sapling tree.

"Far too few of these kinda days around here," Joe began, "makes me wonder how many snow days we'll get this winter."

Susan turned her head to look up at him, smiling. Their eyes met and locked.

"You're grinning again," he accused.

"Who, me?" Susan asked pretending innocence.

"Yeah you, out with it, what are you thinking?" Joe persisted.

"Just wondering if you'd ever made love in the woods in the snow," Susan continued to grin.

Joe knew better than to answer that one. It was one of those questions men knew instinctively not to answer. If he answered yes, she'd prod for more information until she was good and jealous. If he said no, then she'd tease him about being too tame and never wanting adventure.

Susan arched up and kissed his chin. She wrapped her arms around his waist and stared up at him.

Didn't his little vixen ever get enough? Joe thought as he felt his erection grow. Ah well, such are the hardships of life, he joked to himself, enjoying his own pun.

Joe lowered his head and gently kissed Susan. Her tongue snaked out to lightly brush against his lips. His own lips moved down her neck and burrowed under the collar of her coat. She was warm against him. His cool hands found their way under her sweater and to her breasts. There was no hiding his grin when he discovered she hadn't bothered with her bra. Her nipples tightened at his cold touch; she shivered.

"Isn't it too cold for this?" Joe protested.

"We'll just have to keep active to stay warm," was Susan's reply.

Bending, Joe lifted her sweater and sucked her erect nipple into his mouth. His mouth felt so hot after his cold fingers. The sensation made Susan suck in and hold her breath. With a light popping noise Joe left one nipple to go to work on the other. That one, he lightly drew ever shrinking circles around yet never touching the nipple itself. Susan arched her back and groaned. The cold air rushing over her wet nipple felt so erotic. The other nipple begged to be touched again. Her breasts swelled as she dug her fingers in his hair, trying to direct his kiss to her nipple.

"Please Joe," Susan's whisper seemed to echo in the quiet wood.

"What? Do you want this?" he teased and closed his teeth over her waiting nipple.

"God, Yes!" She hissed with her head back towards the blue heavens.

Joe placed one hand at the apex of her jeans. Pressing his hand none too gently against the seam, he rubbed her clit with the denim. Susan's nipple was still being held between his teeth. The very tip he teased with his tongue through the bite of his teeth. Rolling his tongue over the captured prize, he was delighted to hear her groans. Releasing her nipple, he moved to the underside of her breast, kissing and licking, leaving a warm wet trail that the winter air soon cooled.

Susan reached her hand for him. She had to touch him. Joe's erection was straining against his own jeans. She pressed the palm of her hand against him, delighting in how he overfilled her hand.

"Joe, please" Susan whispered. New lovers they were not. It didn't matter. She wanted him as much right now as she did the first time.

"Want me?" Joe teased.

"Yesss..." Susan sighed.

Joe smiled as he fed on the skin of her neck. She was already breathing harder. He pulled her sweater down over her breasts to keep her warm before his hand loosened the button on her jeans and dragged the zipper south. With one hand, he rubbed the coarse sweater over her nipple. The other hand dove into her panties and found her wet and waiting for him. There was a sense of power in simply knowing she was wet just for him, that he made her that way.

Abandoning his erection to merely cling to him, it was all Susan could do to remain standing. His finger separated her nether lips and entered her in one smooth move. In and out he thrust his finger, working her till both of them were panting in the cool air.

Every time he thought she was close, he'd hold his hand deathly still, to postpone her climax. Every time he stopped, Susan would thrust her hips towards him, working herself against him.

"Stop it. I've got to have you, now," Susan commanded.

"It's too cold."

"Like hell it's cold. I'm on fire," came Susan's rough reply. She didn't hesitate a second. With determination she freed his cock from his jeans and caressed it with her hands.

Joe decided she was right. It was too hot for them not to continue.

"Here, turn around," Joe smiled at the confused look on Susan's face.

Without a word, Susan turned and faced the sapling where Joe's coat was hanging. She felt Joe slip her jeans and thong down over her hips. He ran his hands over the silken mounds of her ass, almost as pale in color as the snow. Susan, feeling wanton and so hot, rocked her hips back and forth towards him, feeling his cock slide over her ass.

Joe took aim at her dripping pussy and with one push buried himself deep within her. "Agh!" It wasn't a growl, but not far from it. She felt so hot compared to the cold air.

Susan felt him fill her so completely, felt him throb deep inside of her. She could feel her own vaginal muscles gripping him.

After a moment of stillness, where they both simply enjoyed the oneness of being linked together, Joe began to move. Pulling out of her was exquisite torture, the cold air a shock. He pulled back until just the bulbous head of his cock remained inside.