Every step Daniel took was agony, every breath inhaled painfully cold. The discomfort was unbearable, from the straps of his pack digging grooves into his shoulders to his numb stiff fingers. He felt frozen to the core. Afraid that the chattering of his teeth would fail meaning the onset of hypothermia. All around was a blizzard of white snow pummelling him, leeching the strength from limb and concealing patches of dangerously slippery ice that threatened to make him lose his footing and fall thousands of metres into unyielding rock below to certain death.
Up ahead, he could see Claire trudge along steady and confidently, the effects of the hostile environment seemed to have no effect on her, Daniel’s heart fluttered within his chest. Alex had had to stay behind, he’d tumbled and smashed his knee against an outcrop of stone, Daniel winced as he recalled the cracking sound of bone and the following scream of agony. They’d patched him up as well as possible and sent him back down with the porters to base camp. The decision was made by the last two remaining members of the party to attempt the summit using only a map and compass. The shock of Alex’s fall had finally brought the reality of Daniel’s situation to him and he felt so utterly out of his depths, such a fool for lying to Claire.
Hours passed like this under white lashings and with steadily less oxygen. Daniel felt his knees wobble and buckle before him after a particularly sharp incline. He knelt amongst the gathering snow, exhausted beyond belief. He whispered to himself. “What on Earth are you doing here Daniel…”
Of course he knew, he knew exactly why he was here. His lust had spoken for him all those months ago when her name appeared on his phone and her voice came through, kind, bright and excited his felt a kindling with him; it was exactly as he’d remembered it as an adolescent. Admittedly Daniel had known Claire since he was a baby, having grown up in the same small quaint village of the English countryside their whole younger lives. It had been only the year before they were off to uni that Daniel realised what he’d missed all these years.
And so it was, that when the call came through unexpectedly and he heard her voice, memories of her flashed before his mind. Playing together in the garden, blowing out candles of his tenth birthday cake, hiking together over green rolling hills. It was at a pool party when they were both eighteen that he finally saw what had passed by him completely unaware.
He slept pleasantly on the sunbed, the heat of the sun gently radiating upon his skin. Not a care in the world. Ice cold water splashed over him and Daniel woke with a start reeling from the shock. “Come on in Daniel, stop being such a lazy git!” unable to see yet, his eyes adjusting to the brightness, he was aware of a form exiting the water and ambling towards where he lay. “Please! Don’t splash me again Eclaire.” This was what he called her when she was particularly annoying but it also stuck as a nickname. As he lay rubbing his eyes she flicked the remaining water off her hand at him making him jolt again. Laughing, he said “You monster!” His eyes cleared. Droplets of water covered her snow white skin. Water ran down her smooth body tracing her slim waist. The turquoise fabric was taught and struggling under the swell. Two unctuous tear drops hung high, beautifully curved and wet. They weren’t too big but spilled out at the sides revealing more of her soft white flesh. Hidden but half revealed as they pushed high into the one size too small top were her nipples, hard from the fresh water. Droplets speckled high on on her chest and gently suggested collar bones. When she looked at him more pointedly, even that small movement caused them to sway ever so gently. Her wavy chocolate hair was darker than usual thanks to the water and shone in the light. Her lips curled into a mischievous smirk but parted when she spoke words unheard, pink and luscious, her teeth a gentle pearl white. Her cute nose rose smoothly into a light spray of rose freckles that spread to her cheeks bones. Her eyebrows, chocolate as her hair, moved emotivally giving her a frank, open and sociable face. Her eyes, her eyes were of azure blue, as though mined from the sky and cut to show off their brilliance, long eyelashes curled out but were glued together with moisture. Her legs were effortlessly long and smooth, perfectly proportioned. He couldn’t see her behind but he sensed it was a sight to behold judging from the width of her hips.
Daniel heard but a vague semblance of a voice in his day dream “Huh? What was that?” His head cleared and he was able to pay attention.
“Daniel you need to get your ears checked honestly… I said, do you want to fuck me or what?”
Stunned. Daniel let his mouth open agape. More so than it already had been. Had he misheard her?
“I’ll take that as a yes then.” She smirked, cocking her head gently and raising an eyebrow at him. Unsure and suddenly extremely flushed and aroused he nodded almost imperceptibly, cheeks burning. She sauntered over, swinging her hips left and right, breasts moving down but springing back up. Bending over towards him her globes swayed, hanging pale and dense. A definite bulge could be seen pushing into his shorts. She placed her hands on the sun bed between his legs and crawled forward staring into his eyes, a sultry, hungry and mischievous look covered her face. Kneeling she took a hold of his swim shorts, two hand fulls of material, and inched them off, tugging gently, revealing moment by moment more thigh and smooth thick shaft. He could hear splashing in the pool not five meters away, excited voices unaware of the scene happening before them. Her hypnotic blue eyes widened as the shorts came lower and still his length grew until finally she reached the engorged head and his length flicked out from its confines.
She seemed to mentally salivate at the prospect of it, unable to wait any longer she took a hold of the base, supple fingers barely reaching around the whole girth, pulling back the skin and lowered her mouth over the angry head. Her lips wrapped gently around the sensitive pink skin and dragged them wetly up, sucking ever so slightly, before depositing a sweet kiss on top. Retreating an inch she extended her small raspberry coloured tongue to circle the head whilst making innocent looking eye contact. An involuntary gasp escaped his mouth. Again she lowered her head, tongue still playing as her gorgeous lips made contact again. They made a tight seal as they lowered down but excess saliva still escaped and dribbled down the shaft. Soon she’d engulfed the head but still she continued, the wet pliant flesh of her inner cheeks smothering his cock as more meat filled her mouth and slid along her swishing tongue. Her eyes then closed in focus, hair tumbled about her shoulders, arched back and the outside of his thighs in a wild mess. Still more length disappeared into her pretty freckled face. Struggling to carry on she shuffled her body to gain more leverage, sliding her hands beneath him to grip his cheeks. Her boobs swayed and cold nipples grazed thigh. The head strained against the back of her mouth, constantly lathered by spit, her tongue swivelled about the length. With that sensory overload he felt he could die happy, the strongest orgasm of his life imminent. With a last effort she gathered herself; relaxing her gag reflex and simultaneously activating her arms. Into her throat he slid. Deep, and smoothly. Her lips kissed the skin of his body. Saliva oozed out from her mouth and ran down the sides of his sac. The pleasure was immeasurable and the point of no return passed. He couldn’t help but move his hands to the back of her head. He gripped her hair gently and pushed down. Her nose sank into his stomach and his length slid further into her tight throat. Bliss. With a deep guttural groan his cock pulsated, feeding her his cum in thick ropes. Releasing his grip on her hair she bobbed her head up and and down sucking him dry as he lay, his body spasming from the pleasure, hips jerking and moans escaping. She held him in her mouth until the orgasm subsided, idly sucking and gently moving up and down before dragging those beautifully feather soft lips up his shaft and finally over his head which caused a final involuntary shudder.
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Great start, looking forward to more!