So there we were, trudging through the deep snow, heading back to our cabin. You led the way and I followed in your tracks, occasionally stumbling, my eyes naturally following the delightfully rolling swell of your gorgeous ass in those skin-tight ski pants as you stepped high through the snow…
We stopped for a moment at the edge of the frozen lake. Your face flushed a delightful pink from the exertion, our breath clouding in the cold and mingling together like wraiths of dragon smoke. Fingers and all extremities so chilled as we gazed out over the white winter wonderland ahead of us, the welcoming warmth of our cabin now only a few hundred metres ahead of us on the lake shore.
I turned and took you in my arms… alone in this winter wilderness we kissed so long and intensely, the passion coursing through us and bringing heat to our lips as we kissed on and on, communicating so much feeling, so much excitement through the touch of our lips.. You reached down between us and cheekily caressed the stiffening length you found there, your questing fingers tracing its shape, urging it on as it swelled and grew to stand out beneath your dancing fingers… I could only reach down and stroke between your legs in turn… What a delight to feel the soft humid warmth there through the sheer ski pants, their lycra stretched so tight against your puffy mound and outlining its deep groove so delightfully…