So I just recently posted the story of the threesome I got through shear dumb luck. But before I posted that one, I had this one nearly ready. So I decided to finish and post it before I am too lazy again.
So in University I had a girlfriend, called Elizabeth, but everyone called her Liz. As part of our social group we went on a skiing trip during the holidays and rented a small cabin from one of the guy’s parents.
After a day on the tracks we drank and partied as students like to do. During an especially alcoholic night we played a round of truth or dare. Most of the evening disappeared in a haze of booze and the fog of time. But one dare seared at least one part firmly into my mind.
Somehow Liz agreed to have sex with me outside, where it was snowing and freezing cold, when she was dared to by one of our friends. And as the horny idiot that I was, I agreed. Well our drunk friends insisted they needed proof. And drunk Liz and me made partial concessions. We agreed they could turn on the porch lights and Liz and I would do it at the edge of the light radius. They could watch through the windows but that was it. So they would see maybe shadows or dim light, movement of what was going on, but wouldn’t get front row seats. And they did just watch through the windows, they had opened, braving the cold.
So Liz and I took a last drink to calm our nerves before having sex with an audience, got in our skiing clothes minus any underwear and walked out into the cold. The whole thing started out pretty awkward. We were both cold and drunk. So we started out not knowing how to manage the logistics of having sex while freezing.
We kissed and hugged while rubbing our privates through the thick layers of winter clothes. Not very arousing let me tell you. The prospect of being watched and the thought of not knowing how much the others would actually be able to see, once we progressed further was another matter entirely however. When I mentioned these thoughts to Liz, it turned out, she had a little exhibitionist side too. The situation got us excited, where the physical contact could not.
I undid her jacket and pulled up her pullover. I started to play with Liz’ breasts. Massaging, kissing and sucking them. I asked her if she thought, Harry, one of our friends, who always was ogling her did get a good look at her breasts like this. With that thought planted in her head Liz moaned in pleasure. She dropped down on her knees and started rubbing my cock through my skiing pants. I undid my own jacket and dropped my pants, trying to ignore the frost biting at my ass.
Liz started to suck me off and I tried to forget the cold and to enjoy the blowjob. I could see upon looking down, that Lit had one hand insider her own pants. Then I said something to Liz. I think I never again saw five little words turn someone on so much ever again. I told Liz to “Give them a good show!” Again Liz started to moan loudly and I managed to forget the cold, as Liz used all her oral talents on my cock.
After another moment Liz got up, dropped her pants and turned around. I grabbed one of her arms, pulling her to me and started to fuck her from behind standing up. She was slopping wet, when I entered her. I kept teasing her with the fact, we were being watched once or twice, while fucking her. I asked her, if she thought they could hear her moan like a bitch in heat. Still grabbing her arm I pressed her close to me, while never stopping to fuck her. With the other hand I was kneading her breasts and slowly and methodically working on her clit. Standing out in the cold like that, with a possible audience made Liz climax hard.
That was it. We were both in the zone now. We were horny and the cold was forgotten at least in part. I took of my jacket and draped it on the floor like a blanket. Liz understood my plan and took her jacket of too and placed it beside mine. I sat down on the jackets and Liz pulled out one leg from her pants and sat on top of me, riding me reverse cowgirl style. Still heavily aroused and back to moaning, demonstrative loudly whenever her head and eyes moved towards the cabin.
I tell you, if you can get over the biting cold and the awkwardness of having sex outside in the winter, there is no mix of sensations, like a warm body riding you and pressing a against you, moaning and feeling intense pleasure, all the while the snow falls on you and the cold is creeping into your body, while hot and heavy sex opposes the feeling of winter in your bones. That mixed with the thrill of maybe being seen but definitely being heard and watched to a degree, was an indescribable rush.
I could feel the cold growing stronger from being laid out on the snow. So we switched positions. Liz laid back and I knelt between her legs and fucked her, while rubbing her clit. She still was moaning loudly. And I could have sworn Liz just grew wetter and wetter. I asked her, what the other would think of her lustful demeanor, seeing as they would be able to hear her pleasure. At the thought of that she climaxed again.
Tightening up her lower body at the moment of her achieved excitement, Liz put me over the finishing line too. I shot my load inside her. We packed up our stuff, got dressed and went to warm and wash up and most important, get a drink. Turns out, the guys saw quite a lot of what we were doing. As I said somewhere else, in one of the comments to these posts, alcohol makes you dumb. We had severely underestimated how far people would be able to see, forgetting the moon as a source of light.
We couldn’t have been out there more than 10 to 15 minutes. But the cold and the booze sapped a lot of strengeth. So we fell into bed asleep pretty soon after, leaving the others to their shenanigans.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9fjz7f/sex_in_the_snow_mfexhibitionism