Wind blew whisps of snow through the air. Dr. Jonas Mikkelson felt his goggles tightly gripping his face. He had tried to limit the amount of exposed skin but there was only so much he could do. He was feeling every bit of -40° F temperature as the wind harshly battered his face. His full beard did as much as it could to insulate his features but in these conditions it was nearly futile. His research trailer was sight. The blinding snow obscured his vision but he could see a plume of black smoke rising through the sea of white. His wife and partner, Dr. Ingrid Mikkelson, was waiting for him. She made sure the fire in the hearth stayed lit so the trailer was warm enough to soothe his aching muscles when he returned. As he approached the trailer the door slid open. Ingrid had seen him coming and pressed the button to open the door for him. He entered into a small chamber and the door closed and sealed tight behind him. This chamber existed to keep the elements from entering the trailer. Now that the door was locked and sealed he was able to finally enter the trailer. His hands were covered in heavy wool but he was able to turn the latch and enter. Ingrid had started coffee and there was a fresh pot waiting for him. He peeled off his gloves. His hands were red and rough despite the protection of the gloves. He put his hood back and took off his goggles next. His short hair and full beard were dark black but the snow glazed them in a deep white. He shook his head and bits of wet snow flew off of him. Ingrid helped him out of his suit, a thick black snowsuit that covered everything below his neck. Beneath he wore a flannel shirt and jeans made of a thick denim. He was 6’0″ tall, barrell chested but fairly fit. He allowed himself some body fat as yet another protection against the harsh cold.
“Any luck?” said Ingrid as she handed him a thermos of coffee.
She was 6’5″ with long red hair. Her body was long and slender, very Scandinavian. Her skin was fair and her cheeks were lightly freckled. Her legs were covered in thin wool pants and her torso was wrapped in a wool sweater which hid the curves of her ample breasts.
“Not the reading I was expecting” he said as he took a sip from the thermos. He took his seat next to her at the oak table just off the kitchen.
“You’ll have to run the test again tomorrow to confirm then?” she asked as she sipped from her own thermos.
Jonas nodded and smiled. Working in the unforgiving climate would be impossible to endure without Ingrid by his side. He took in her beauty and it lit a fire within him that raised his body temperature slightly. They had been married for 10 years and he loved her as much now as the day they were married. Maybe he was crazy to have brought her all the way out to this lifeless mound of earth but she never complained. She stood and brushed his hair back and kissed his forehead. Her hands and lips were warm against his cold skin. She put her hand on his chest and he held it there.
“Come to the bedroom” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “You’re so cold, we need to do something about that” she concluded.
Jonas stood and she lead him to a room just off the kitchen. It was just big enough for their bed. It was a queen sized mattress with a simple oak frame. Jonas sat at the edge of the bed and watched Ingrid, he knew the routine. Her long red curly hair was held up in a clip. She squeezed the clip open letting her hair fall to her shoulders. Next, she slid her pants down over her hips and down the curves of her smooth bottom. She never wore panties and Jonas was just fine with that. The sight of her bottomless with her sweater on did it for him every time. His cock was pressed between his thigh and the fabric of his underwear. It gradually began to harden while he watched her. She pulled the sweater over her head, her breasts bouncing softly as she did. She moved to Jonas on the bed. She stood between his open legs while he drew her in and kissed her stomach. It tickled her every time and she giggled while she played with his hair. This time was no exception. She helped him out of his own sweater. His chest was hairy but not overly so. His stomach was relatively flat but still soft. As he stood, her fingers played along his abdominal muscles. She hugged him close, her breasts pressed against his chest. She reached into his pants, pulling both his pants and his underwear down at the same time. She bent at her knees, following his pants to the floor and then helping him step out of them. His cock was semi erect but still laid against his inner thigh. She was on her knees now and he was sitting. She took the head of his cock and placed it between her lips. It was still pliable and not yet rigid so it quickly fell when she opened her mouth. Ingrid placed her hand at the base of his cock and let her lips slide all the way down the shaft. His cock was 7 inches long and she took it all in easily. She held his cock in her mouth letting him feel the warmth while coating it with saliva. Her lips could move more smoothly against him now. She pulled her lips back then quickly back down, letting the head of his cock press against the inside of her cheek. A thin strand of saliva arched from the head of his cock to her lips. She devoured him again, stroking the shaft near the base as she did. Her head bobbed in a familiar rhythm. Her lips and her hand working in unison. His cock quickly grew hard, it was thick and beautiful and no longer fell from her lips but stood upright on his body. She reached between her legs and spread her pussy open slightly. Her lips were wet and the moisture covered her fingers. His cock felt great inside her mouth but she badly wanted him in her pussy now. He was fully prone on the bed now. She climbed up and straddled him. She shifted to one side while she took his cock in her hand. She looked down until she saw his cock part the lips of her pussy and slide all the way in. She ground her hips into him, feeling his hard cock inside her. He reached up and felt her tits, his hands squeezing them almost as an involuntary reaction to feeling that rushed through his body while she rode him. She held his hands tight against her tits. A moan escaped her throat as she felt the friction of his cock sliding against the walls of her pussy. Her thighs pressed tight against his hips. Her body, mind and soul belonged to him in this moment. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me…” she cried the words over and over again as if she couldn’t control herself. He held on to her hips now and thrust against her. The sound of their flesh slapping together was unmistakable. Ingrid put her hand on Jonas’ stomach to steady herself. The moans were more animated now and hearing them caused Jonas to groan with excitement. His cock was curved upwards and slid in and out of her pussy with incredible speed. She was so wet that at times his cock would fall out but she quickly put it back in. Her muscles were contracting. She could feel the edge coming and she was ready to go over it. “Fuck me, oh yes…” she moaned deliriously. “Don’t stop, don’t stop…” every new phrases echoed over and over. She held on, riding and riding. Her moans were shorter together now. Three short breaths and then a loud scream. Her cum ran clear, covering Jonas’ cock and dripping down her thigh. Jonas always let her finish first but he was never far behind. She slipped him out of her and moved down again. She loved the taste of her on his cock. She gripped his cock tightly with her lips. Her moans continued but now they were vibrations against his shaft. His head was engorged and she wrapped her tongue around it. Slipping her tongue against the tip. She sucked while she stroked his cock. Trying to milk his cum into her mouth. Jonas’ body tightened then the head of his cock spurted out five long strands of cum, one after the other. She filled her mouth and then showed him his cum as it pooled in the groove of her tongue. She let it slide around and then swallowed the load whole. Then she went back and made sure she got the cum that was still leaking from the head of his cock. She stood up as Jonas laid completely limp in bed, every muscle in his body was relaxed. She turned the corner to the bathroom and found her robe hanging on a hook there. She slipped into it but didn’t tie it, her body and her breasts still exposed. She grabbed the towel that was folded on the shelf next to where she had found the robe. She took the towel back to Jonas and handed it to him. He was sitting up now and he pressed the towel against his cock. It was still throbbing and he squeezed the head until another dollop of cum came out on the towel. She sat in a chair and watched him, her robe still open. Outside the snowstorm had picked up and it blew heavy sheets of snow against the window of the trailer. The trailer was sealed tight so that no cold ever penetrated it. All she could feel was the heat of her own body. She pulled the robe around her and watched the snow some more.
“Maybe you won’t be getting another reading tomorrow” she said idly.
Jonas finished cleaning himself and slipped into his own robe that was folded next to the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed again.
“Maybe not” he chucked as he joined her in watching the snow from where he was.
She turned and smiled at him. Then looked back to the window. Jonas let her stay there as he moved back to the kitchen. He grabbed his thermos and took a sip. The coffee was still hot but less so than when he had arrived. He pulled a journal from his bag. He kept his notes on the expedition there and he started to update his reading as he sipped his coffee. After fifteen minutes or so he heard the shower start in the bathroom. He smiled and looked towards the noise. Then he turned back and continued his notes.
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