Winter Wonderland

We both had received specific e-mail instructions from him. I did not know what her instructions were and was only told that she had been informed as I had. I was curious, but did not bother to ask as I knew he wouldn't tell me anything anyhow.



I did as I was told and dressed in a full piece snowsuit, one size too small. Completely naked underneath with black leather boots.



We picked her up and she was dressed exactly as I was. We drove to the outskirts of the city with the music blasting. We smoked a joint.. that was enough and got lost in our thoughts and our upcoming adventure. It was getting really hot in the snowsuits, the car and I was wondering if she was naked and bare under her snowsuit. Likely was. He pulled into a sideroad, a dead end and turned the heat up even further in the car. I was beginning to feel claustraphobic and constrained and asked if could open a window or if the temp could go down. He said no, he said you both will have to wait.



We stopped. The car was nestled between high snowbanks and all that could be seen was darkness and the scatter of stars. I thought of the movie Titanic as I typically do when it is a clear winter night.



The music was turned off and he asked if we were warm enough. Yes, yes I am fuckin sweltering.

He smiled and allowed our guest to completely remove her snowsuit first........ he told her to do it slowly and I could hear the zipper from the front seat. I was in the back seat and leaned up further to see this woman, see if she was sweating and ooooohhhh so curious to see what had been chosen for me.

I had always been curious. As a teenager I remember messing around with a girlfriend. On many sleepovers we had made each other feel good. Not necessarily out of a homosexual desire but as a result of sexual curiosity. We never talked about it in our daytime relationship or planned it. We never kissed on the lips. It started out as drawing on each other's backs in bed. She went further first, nearing the panty line and then tracing all around my ass. Naturally, I would spread my legs laying on my stomach and her fingers would slide down the edges of my panties and between my legs. She would move her fingers all around and from time to time tickle over my clit. I could feel myself getting wet and wondering if she knew how turned on I was. I can remember wanting more. I can remember being to shy to ask.



Then it would be her turn and within a week or so of sleepovers we would continue this ritual with our panties off. No reason why or conversation but likely because we oh so enjoyed it. She typically took the lead and it was her that gave the first direction of where to put my hand, my fingers... and she was wet, so wet, dripping. I can remember how she smelled, I can remember her sounds. The rocking back and forth of her hips.... face down... her birthmark, the smoothness of her ass.