White Heat

Apart from the grace and sovereignty of God, my Angela and I almost certainly would not have have clicked as a courting couple if it were not for the phenomenon of winter time, for the chilly air encouraging shy young people to huddle together, for the beautiful blanket of pure white snow beckoning them to frolic joyfully across the sleeping college campus at 3:00 a.m. before returning to the warm dorm house to enjoy hot chocolate and hours of delicious kis…Never mind, our first kiss is not the object of this writing, only to make the point that romping in the snow was a critical part of our budding romance, and has always been associated with falling madly in love.

So when Angela and I finally had saved enough dough for cross-country ski equipment, we couldn’t wait for an opportunity to take to the back trails.  We only had four kids back then, so getting a baby sitter for a few hours was less of a problem than now.  Another couple agreed to meet us in the village at the base of the heavily-forested hill, and we would trek across the powder as a double date.

Unfortunately, the other husband suddenly felt rather ill and unfit to go into the cold woods.  We offered to stay behind with them and play cards or something at home, but they insisted we go on alone.  And so we did.

Who knows what those two were up to alone in their apartment for the afternoon…

After driving up the winding lane of the state forest, we found a little parking spot, got into our gear, and took off single file down an unfamiliar unbroken trail.  Perfect cross-country conditions.  It was a little overcast so we didn’t need to squint, there was no wind (or wind chill), and no actively falling snow.  Temperature around fifteen degrees.  Other than the swish of our skis, complete silence.  Not a sign anywhere of human habitation, only the beauty of God’s white creation.

I followed the saucily undulating form of Angela’s butt, saw the red glow in her cheeks, heard the rise in the tempo of her breathing.  I was in love.  Content to share the white forest with this wonderful creature who had married me, to stand beside her at the edge of a little clearing and behold the peaceful view, and to merely enjoy her presence, to savor a few moments of tongue-warming French delight; I was thus taken pleasantly aback by what she did next…

Chris, out of those skis, hurry!  Take off your jacket and spread it down right there!  Open your pants, now!  Now quick, let me mmph nfnf wnmfphphph.

I may have had a hard-on in the middle of winter at some previous point in my life, but let me tell you…Never hanging out in the frigid air in the middle of the woods.  My wife has one talented mouth to be able to get me to stand at attention while my fingers were turning blue.

I’d closed my eyes to meditate on the exquisite loving sensations emanating from the groin when my wet penis suddenly went from burning hot to icy cold.  I looked down to see that dear sweet Angela was sitting on my down jacket struggling to pull down her ski-pants.  As her warm longjohns and dainty panties cleared her bush to reveal the pouting vulva lips and swollen clitoris, I heard her hoarsely-whispered commands:  Down here, now! Quick!  I can’t wait! Hurry!

With goosebumps on my bare arms and icicles forming on the tip of my hard purple phallus, I sank into the embrace of my true love, then entered her waiting vaginal folds with one glorious swift motion.  In a trifle the ice was melted and my dick felt like it was burning with an intensely erotic fire

We were one flesh atop eight inches of powder.

Angela came to her climax almost immediately, letting out a little more of an audible groan than usual.  I watched, entranced, as the deep red hue on her cheeks spread acroos her whole face and down her porcelain throat as the orgasm intensified.  I continued my deep thrusting and she shuddered from head to ski-boots in a second release of love.  Man, do I love this woman!

The awkwardness of my body position, coupled with the wintery atmosphere, seemed to threaten my own ability to ejaculate, which would have been okay with me.  Just participating in her pleasure was enough for me.  I teetered on the edge of orgasm for a few moments, feeling the pre-climactic pulsations build up several times, and then die down without release.  But then, then without warning my bride grabbed a handful of snow and playfully cupped it around my scrotum. WOW!!!  Whoooeeeee!!!!

This is a sensation every man should experience at least once in his married life.  With the entire shaft of my embedded organ on fire inside my lover and my blue testicles encased in frosty white fluff, I felt my balls jerk up into my body and my penis swell to twice its normal erect size.  As my lungs let out a deafening roar into the still forest canopy, gallons and gallons of sperm erupted from deep in my loins, and out my penis into my Angela’s body heat.

Crunch cruch crunch.  Oh no, quick get dressed, someone’s coming.  I know Angela, that was you and me.  Slap!  I mean it, Chris, pull out now and get your clothes on!

Interesting trivia tidbit:  Did you know that semen dripping from the vagina of ravished woman steams in the winter air just like your breath?

Anyway, we were dressed and decent by the time an older couple skied into view on the opposite edge of the clearing.  Angela blushed a deep crimson as they wordlessly passed, modest shy little thing that she is.  The gentleman cleared his throat and the lady tried to suppress a giggle.  That’s right, act all innocent, Angela dear.  I’m sure they didn’t suspect a thing.

We turned around on our post-coitally shaky legs and prepared to don our skis.  Then I burst out laughing when we looked down to click into the skis.  It was pretty obvious from the pattern on the ground that we weren’t making snow angels!