[MF] Ice Cold Pussy: Sex In The Snow

This particular adventure takes place in the hinterlands of Finland. I know what you’re thinking, hardly the sexiest setting for a story, but hear me out. I was on holiday with my then girlfriend, Ella. Ella was half Swedish, half English and 100% stunning. We had visited her folks, who lived in the Swedish bit of the Artic Circle and drive east to Finland to see the northern lights.

So, there we were in a cabin, which was amongst a little collection of other cabins with a shared sauna, but there was not much else there save for a strip of road, a petrol station and an alcohol shop. Ella and I whittled away the hours by drinking cheap vodka and eating oven pizzas smothered with mayonnaise. These Scandi/Nords are crazy.

It was also the first year of our relationship, so we were still in the honeymoon phase and constantly pressed against each other, hands grasping, tongues flailing and erogenous zones…erogenousing.

Let me bring Ella to mind:

Large feet can only mean one thing in a woman – a better sense of balance. Ella had large, pretty feet and prehensile toes which freaked me out. Her legs were long and slender. I used to annoy her by praising the shapeliness of her calves, as if I were an 18th century romantic poet.

Her thighs were soft and pale and blossomed into a beautiful heart shaped bottom, each cheek of which could be cupped perfectly in one hand.

She had a small fuzz of ginger that sat just above her elegant pussy. She was so self-conscious of her slightly-larger-than-average labia. I told her it just meant there was more for me to lick. Her waist tucked in and then quickly broadened out, showing her fantastic hourglass figure (I have a type) straight out of a WW2 pinup poster.

And then there were her breasts.

If you’ve read my past stories you might know I’m far more of an ass man, but Ella’s tits were the tits. As in, they were the tits to rate all others against. Not big, not small, but just right. With little nipples that stood to attention, begging to be sucked, squeezed and played with. God I loved those tits.

Up we go, past her clavicle, onto her long neck and then we stop a while to appreciate her beautiful, round, pale, distinctly Swedish face. A little upturned nose. Pale lips. Green eyes which held the northern lights burning in them.

A constant haughty look. A soft lilting voice which became gravelly when she was aroused.

And finally, her long, gingery blonde hair which framed these features like gold around a Holbein. She was a work of art.

Anyway, a bottle of vodka, some heavy petting and a few hours later, we decide it was peak time to go out hunting for the lights. Get away from the minimal light pollution and head out into the wilderness.

Ella, now shouting in a barbarian tongue, bounded upstairs to find her thermals. Minutes later, wrapped up warm and with a thermos of tea we headed out into the wild. Snow crunching underfoot until we were alone.

We huddled for warmth and sipped our tea, which Ella had poisoned with Minntu (a mint schnapps) as we waited for the sky to ignite. Slowly, but surely, a thin whisp of green, barely perceptible started to shimmer against the black night. More streams began to skim away from it, as though

Thor was on the battle ropes in Asgard. 10 minutes later, the sky was alive with dancing greens, tinged with red. Not only is it an amazing sight, it’s also ridiculously romantic.

Ella and I were now making out as though we had never kissed before. She was planting kisses all over my face before occasionally pressing her lips hard against mine and forcing her tongue to search for mine. All I remember next is her whispering in my ear:

‘I’ve done something a bit silly.’

What on earth was she babbling on about? I asked her. If this was about the Minntu in the tea, I’ll be lodging a complaint with the Embassy tomorrow, I joked.

Laughing, she threw her hair back and said ‘No you silly boy. I didn’t put my thermals on’.

By this point I was royally befuddled (not helped by the alcohol). ‘Why not’ was the least stupid-stupid thing I could muster.

‘Because,’ she said, pulling at the zip of her mustard yellow Helly Hansen ski jacket ‘I’m wearing this…’
Her unzipped state was something to behold. She had told the truth that she was not wearing thermals.

No, she was wearing a black lace lingerie teddy. The thin fabric encompassed her wonderful tits, pushing them together to make the most wonderful cleavage, with tiny red bows positioned carefully over the nipples (which were rock sold).

The teddy hugged her waist, the intricate pattern accentuating her natural curves before disappearing down here trousers.

‘Fuck me’ was all I could say in response.

A broad grin broke out across that ice white face as she cocked her head to one side, like a predator eying up it’s kill.

‘Okay, I’ll fuck you then!’

And with that, we were on each other yet again. My gloves had been abandoned. Damn the cold, I wanted to touch every single part of her, as I ran my hands over the lingerie, finding those nipples pointing out, pinching them and rolling them in my fingers, which elicited soft moans of delight from Ella.

Next thing I know, she has pushed me off, taken a step back and began to wiggle out of her salopetees. The teddy now cut down at a sharp angle to cover her gorgeous pussy, and again, a little red bow hovered invitingly over the sweet spot, as if to say ‘open me, I’m a present!’

Ella now turned round to show me the way the teddy accentuated and complimented her ample ass. As I dived into sample it for myself, she dropped down onto her knees, wiggling her bum at me in a cruel tease.

So, we’re fucking in the snow, I thought to myself as I took a moment to admire the bizarre scene of the northern lights reflecting off my girlfriend’s be-lingeried ass. When in Finland, do as the perverts do, I guess.

As if to say I was taking too long, Ella reached between her legs and snapped the buttons keeping the teddy together, giving me a glimpse of a soaked pussy, begging to be fucked. No need to tell me twice, I thought to myself, as I fumbled around my trousers, whipped out an incredibly erect cock and pushed myself into her.

“FUCK!” she shouted (actually shouted) breaking the serenity of this gorgeously calm scene. She wasn’t in pain, she was enjoying having the opportunity to be loud in public.

“FUCK ME ROTTY” She growled, over and over again as I slammed my cock into her heavenly pussy. She liked it rough, and I was happy to oblige.

However sexy this scene was, reality bites hard. Having sex in minus 10C (14F) is fine for a little bit, but you’ll notice the cold quick. In rather sensitive areas. Thankfully for me, Ella was the first to notice this. Her kneecaps had gone numb.

“Rotty, this was fun, but we need to go back to the cabin so I can actually cum now.” Was something along the lines of what she said. “I want to cum, I want to cum” she repeated.

We both quickly zipped up (carefully in my engorged state), had a quick nip of mint-milk-tea and sprinted back to the cabin, laughing and stopping to kiss as we went. Turns out Ella had bought the lingerie months ago (knowing it was a weakness of mine) and had this fantasy planned in her head for quite a while. The Swedish minx.

As soon as we got back to the cabin, we flung our heavy winter coats off as quickly as possible, kicked our boots wherever we could and set about each other. Ella started to take the teddy off, so I pushed her onto the sofa and told her to keep it on.

We fucked like there was no tomorrow. Her nails dug into my back as I desperately (I’m just being honest) ploughed myself into her with abandon. One of her favourite things was to be fucked in missionary and have her nipples licked at the same time. I was happy to oblige.

“Oh fuck. Oh FUCK. OH fuck. OH FUCK…” she panted, her breath becoming shallow and tense as her orgasm grew and grew. Her face wrinkled into a picture of pain and concentration as she let it build.

I dared not change anything I was doing, although I was finding it hard not to cum from so cute a scene.

“Fuhuhuhuhuhhhhhuuuuucccck” she squealed (actually squealed) as her nails scraped against my back, her legs tightened around my body and her head rocked back in ecstasy. It was one huge orgasm. I dared not move as, for what seemed like a solid minute, she came, wriggling her pussy against my cock and squirming in deepest pleasure.

Once she had finished, she pushed me back off of her and I fell onto the sofa. She reclasped her teddy and kissed me fully on the lips. I knew what was coming as she planted little kisses on my chin, my neck, my chest, my hips, my thighs and then my cock.

She took me into her mouth entirely (hey, I’m not a big guy) and flicked her tongue against the head of my cock as those emerald eyes looked deep into my soul. I came. Loudly.

And so began a solid week of sexual fun, experimentation and public nudity in the vast nothingness of the Finnish winter.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/qxociu/mf_ice_cold_pussy_sex_in_the_snow