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Snow Angels
by Saucy Wench (wenchsaucy@aol.com)
***
Two young women caring for one of their parent's
mountain cabin and through a series of mistakes, they
are locked out in the cold, totally naked. They have to
make a plan, or freeze to death. (FF, exh, public)
***
1. SNOWBOUND
It sounded like a good weekend getaway. Brandi's parents
were going out of town, and they needed someone to watch
the dogs. They had a house in the mountains.
We got there early Friday afternoon. Her parents left,
and we had the place to ourselves. It had been in the
high 20's, and about 4pm, it started snowing like crazy.
Big fluffy flakes, and it was sticking. Well-stocked
fridge. Cozy warm house. Huge stone fireplace, all set
for a roaring fire, and throw pillows in the Great Room
before it (no bearskin rug, but you can't have
everything). Hot tub on the back deck.
Two great big friendly dogs, an Irish setter, and a
Great Dane which dwarfed the Irish Setter. The Great
Dane would come up to the sofa and set its big old head
in your lap, and look up at you with soulful eyes. It
was also dumb as a post. That head was about the size of
a horse's; it looked like something out of JURASSIC PARK
and it must have had a brain about the same as a
dinosaur, rattling around pea-sized in that huge skull.
We had made some chicken spaghetti for dinner,
generously seasoned with the spices from Brandi's
parents' kitchen. We raided their wine supply, and had
polished off most of a bottle of Chardonney.
It was now well past dark, the snow was still gently but
steadily falling, we were watching a movie on their big
screen TV, the fire was roaring, we had a big bowl of
popcorn, had moved on to Margaritas, and I was in
paradise. I wanted a house just like this! And I had the
warmest glow one can achieve without fucking.
2. EVENING'S ENTERTAINMENT
Brandi sat curled up on the arm of a chair. She is about
5 foot 5, a fiery long-haired redhead, green eyes, a
pretty face, big breasts for her size, 26 years old. She
was in jeans and a sweatshirt.
I'm about her height, slimmer, brown hair a few inches
down my shoulders, brown eyes. I was wearing jeans and a
flannel shirt. Smaller boobs, but a good figure. I'm a
couple of years older than her. We met in college. Not
long after I discovered I was Bi, I seduced her one
night. We hadn't repeated that, but had been close
friends ever since. Lately we'd been getting into a lot
of risque escapades together.
I lounged on the couch, sipping my margarita, and
staring lazily into the fire.
"What do you want to do now?" Brandi asked. "Ready to
take a soak in the hot tub?"
"How about we stay right here and play some cards?" I
grinned. "Strip Go Fish, perhaps?"
"How about Gin Rummy?" she said. I sighed. Brandi was a
Gin Rummy fiend. She went to get the cards.
I started to shuffle the old, battered deck. Then, on an
impulse, counted the cards. 48. "There's cards missing!"
She got two other decks out. Each was missing a card or
two. "Dammit! Why don't they throw these out!" she said,
quickly disregarding her own advice as she threw them
into the cabinet and shut it.
"Chess?" she said. "Backgammon?"
"That's too much brain effort, after the wine and the
tequila." I replied. "How about... we go frolic in the
snow?"
She looked out the window. Snowflakes were still
drifting down lazily.
"We could have a snowball fight. Make snow angels," I
said.
"I'll go get some gloves," she stood up.
"I'm going to do it naked," I said.
3. SAY WHAT?
Brandi's eyes widened.
"You can't be serious! It's freezing out there!"
"We won't stay out all that long. The house is right
here, and the hot tub, and the fire. I dare ya!" I
started to unbutton my flannel shirt.
"I don't know..." Brandi said.
I shrugged off the shirt and dropped it to the floor.
Undid my white bra. Kicked off my Nikes. "I double dare
ya!" Pulled off my jeans. My panties. Now I was bare but
for my socks.
I stood defiantly, my breasts perky. It was warm in the
house, but my nipples were hard, and the warmth I felt
was from excitement, not the alcohol.
"I'm succumbing to peer pressure!" she laughed. Brandi
shrugged the sweatshirt over her head. Pulled the
sweatpants off. Undid her white bra. Now she just had on
her panties. I would claim we were in Victoria Secret
getup, but her panties were Wal-Mart issue, plain
cotton, worn out and raggedy, and had a torn hole in
them.
"Look at that underwear! What if you were ever caught in
an accident!" I said, assuming a motherly tone.
She pulled them down, kicked them off an ankle, exposing
her spicy red curls of trimmed pubic hair. Now we were
both butt naked, but for our white socks. I decided to
keep those on.
"Last one out has to screw Caesar!" I shouted. The Great
Dane looked up joyously at the call of his name. We both
ran for the door, I flung it open and leaped out onto
the deck. The dogs were barking behind us. A motion
sensor light clicked on.
"Wait a minute, Janet!" Brandi called. "We better not
let the dogs out. They'll track snow all over the
house!" She pulled the door almost shut, leaving it
about an inch ajar.
I stood on the wooden deck, already three inches deep in
beautiful, pristine, virgin snow. "Geronimo!" I shouted
as I leaped off the deck into the back yard.
4. A WINTER WONDERLAND
"Shit it's cold!" Brandi screamed. It wasn't TOO bad. No
wind, and it wasn't a biting cold. But I was tingly all
over, and my feet felt like they were on fire, the socks
already soaked through.
We ran, leaping and laughing through the snow, churning
up that perfect blanket. Two pretty, naked women, having
an almost pagan commune with nature.
I got hit with a snowball in the back of the neck. I
turned around to see Brandi with an evil grin on her
face. "Why you!" I shouted. scooped up another one, it
was a very wet snow, and easy to sculpt. I hit Brandi
right between the breasts. "Ouch, stop it!" she laughed.
Her nipples were hard too.
We ran around for a few more minutes, and amazingly, I
was actually sweating, despite the chill.
"Snow angel!" I yelled, falling flat, my ass and bare
back pressed into the cold snow. I fanned my arms and
legs, creating the most sinful snow angel ever.
Brandi did the same. It had stopped snowing. There were
a few torn rents in the clouds. We looked up at the
bright stars above us, twinkling their cold light that
had been traveling for millennia to get here just in
time to shine down on our pale, naked flesh there in the
snow.
That moment of serene beauty lasted for about 30
seconds, and then I could hear Brandi's teeth
chattering. "Shit! I'm freezing my pussy off! Let's go
in!" she stammered.
We jumped up and ran for the door. Caesar saw us through
the door's window, gave a joyous bark, and jumped up
against the door. It slid shut with a loud clunk.
"Uh. Oh." I said.
5. TRAPPED OUTSIDE!
"Please tell me that didn't lock," I whimpered.
Brandi turned the knob. It didn't budge. "OK, it's not
locked," she bald-facedly lied.
"Oh shit. Oh shit! Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" I
repeated like a mantra. Already, I could feel a cold
wind across my goose-bumped flesh.
Brandi started to cry. "How did I ever let you talk me
into this Janet, you stupid..." she paused, but I'm
pretty sure what she was about to say started with the
letter C. Which portion of my anatomy, by the way, was
feeling the sting of bitter cold. Cold that seemed a
whole lot warmer when we had a warm house to go back to.
"Me! Why the fuck didn't you unlock the door!" I yelled.
She started to sniffle and snuffle, her lips trembling,
and her teeth chattering. She looked really miserable.
I took a deep breath. We weren't going to have a
catfight there on the snowy deck, no matter how much
male readers would like that later when I chronicled
this little misadventure.
"Look, I'm sorry! It's my fault. You know I get carried
away sometimes, when it's something that seems wild and
naughty."
I tugged at the door futilely. Caesar continued to look
at us from inside.
"Caesar, unlock the door. Come on Caesar. Turn the knob
with your paws. You can do it! Good boy!"
Caesar looked on cheerfully, seemed to almost be nodding
his head.
"On second thought, go dial 911."
As if he had heard and understood me, he whirled and
trotted away from the door. It was such perfect timing,
even Brandi had to laugh. I'm fairly certain he wasn't
going to make any phone calls though, probably just went
to check his food dish or sniff the Irish Setter's butt.
6. I HAVE A PLAN
"OK," I said, "First off, Don't Panic. We're not going
to freeze to death. We may die of embarrassment, but
we're not going to freeze." I was clear headed, the
slight buzz of the wine and tequila had switched off
like a light switch.
Brandi stood there with her hands cupping her breasts,
and half crouched, holding her knees and her legs
tightly together. There was ice in her beautiful red
hair. "How do you figure?" she shivered.
"Well, if this wasn't your parents house, you'd already
be heaving a rock through the window."
"No! We're not going to do that!" she said archly.
"But..."
"NO!"
"Do your parents keep a key hidden outside?"
"I don't think so..." She looked around at the edges of
the house, already buried in snow.
"OK, contingency plan: There's a hot tub over on the
other side of the house. We can always get in that to
get warm. Problem is, once we get that wet, then we
can't walk to your neighbors. We might freeze to death
then."
"Neighbors?"
"Yeah, does anyone have a key to your parents house?"
"Oh my god! Yeah, the Smith's do, about a quarter mile
away. No way! No way am I going to that little old
couple naked as a jaybird. They'll tell my parents!"
"Brandi, those are the choices: Hot tub, and soak till
morning, which I'm not sure is all that safe. And then
we're still naked in daylight. Your parents won't be
home till Sunday night. I'm not sitting in a hot tub for
two more days and nights. And I don't think you want
them to come home to the two of us naked.
"Or we break a window. Or we go to the neighbors. But we
need to decide now. If we're going to get in the tub and
wait to think of what to do next, like I said, I think
walking any distance later will be out."
She breathed. "OK, let's do it!"
7. THE HIKE
We set out up her driveway, which we could barely tell
from the yard, only because there weren't plants and
rocks disturbing the shape of the snow. I'm sure we made
a real interesting visual, two petite, pretty, naked
girls in socks trudging through the untouched snow
between the rows of pine trees.
Oddly, once we got moving, it was a little warmer. The
cold still stung, but I didn't feel quite as miserable
and helpless now that we had a plan. Of my whole exposed
body, the tips of my ears were the most painfully cold.
They felt like they were burning.
"If bigfoot finds us, you get to do him." I quipped.
Well, it seemed funny at the time, when you're walking
naked down a dark country road in the snow.
There was a few lights on at the Smith's; on the porch,
somewhere back in the house. But somehow it looked like
nobody was home. Maybe they had just gone to bed. I
wasn't sure which to wish for. Nobody knew me around
here, but Brandi would be mortified. The Smith's had
known her since elementary school. She stood there,
silent and shivering, her lip trembling, I think she was
about to cry again. I finally rang the bell. Long
moments passed. I banged on the door. Nothing.
"OK, Sherlock, what now?" she said. Strangely, she
actually seemed a little stronger, now that she knew
giving the Smith's a late night coronary was out.
"Who lives in that house?" I said, pointing further down
the road.
"I'm not sure., she said. "We can't..."
"We've got to. Let's go."
At first, I had crossed an arm over my breasts, and
cupped my other hand over my pussy for warmth and to
protect it from the cold. But that seemed to just make
me colder. Now I defiantly swung my arms as I walked
swiftly, like I was some fashion show runway model.
Brandi was stumbling more often in the deeper snow
patches, I grabbed her once when I thought she would
fall.
7. IF THEY ONLY KNEW WHAT THEY MISSED
Before we got to the next house, we could see the blue
flicker of a TV set through the big picture window as we
walked up the driveway. On a weird impulse, I walked
across the snow covered lawn to peer in.
On the TV screen a porn movie was playing. On the coffee
table was an assortment of beer bottles. On the two
couches were 5 or 6 high school age boys, maybe 16 or
17.
Two of them seemed to have their pants unzipped and were
playing with themselves. It looked like Brandi's parents
weren't the only ones gone for the evening.
On the screen, a young starlet was rocking to the rhythm
of an anal invasion while her mouth was fed an enormous
penis.
There we stood, two pretty naked women, freezing in the
cold and dark, our noses almost pressed up against the
glass. Inside was warmth and light...and a pack of horny
teenagers.
"Brandi, no offense, but given this scenario, if we ring
that doorbell, I really think we're asking for trouble.
And though it is not without some points of interest...
I don't think it's a good idea. If these guys find two
naked babes shivering on their doorstep, we're going to
be in for a long night. They'll think we're an answer to
their prayers. We're either going to get raped, or if we
go along voluntarily, we'll probably be the ones charged
with statutory rape! Or corrupting minors. Or
something!"
"Agreed. I'll chance freezing to death," said Brandi.
Although she looked back with a glance that seemed to be
imagining the possibilities wistfully. We backed away
from the window. They never noticed, staring raptly at
the scene. We turned and ran through the snow.
8. THE OTHER OTHER NEIGHBORS
The next house down was also an unknown. Now we were
downright freezing our fannies off. I took a deep
breath, and rang the bell.
A guy, maybe 35 or so, answered. He stared at us
incredulously. Suddenly, despite the cold, I was
blushing. "Uh, this is kind of hard to explain, but we
were locked out of... her house," I said, nodding to
Brandi.
He continued staring at us for a few minutes. "Um, hold
on a second, let me get my wife..." he started to shut
the door in our shivering faces, thought better of it.
"Here, come in, I'll be right back!" He disappeared.
We stood in the hallway, shivering and dripping. We
could hear muffled conversation. A few minutes later,
his wife appeared, armed with towels and blankets.
She burst out laughing, and then, when we started to
open our mouths, she stopped us.
"Everyone should get at least one opportunity in life
where someone helps them and doesn't ask any questions.
Here! Shhh, don't talk, dry!"
We vigorously toweled off, and then wrapped the blankets
around us. She led us to the kitchen, where she heated
up cider. We sat there, wrapped in blankets, our hair
wet and in disarray, we looked like drowned rats. Well,
cute drowned rats.
The husband obviously had a million questions, but was
holding his tongue, following his wife's lead. I think
he was getting turned on by the whole situation. I'd a
feeling after we were gone that couple was going to have
a good laugh and then some wild sex. The warmth slowly
came back to my limbs, and I could feel my fingers and
toes again, they began to tingle and then to throb
painfully. Brandi finally stopped shivering.
9. DIAL 911 AND MAKE A COP COME
After we had taken a warm shower and gotten back to
normal a bit, we decided we'd better call the cops.
Maybe they could get us in.
By the time the local police car pulled in the driveway
through the snow, we had gotten out of the blankets and
into some old, badly fitting clothes that the wife had
loaned us.
We thanked the couple and the cops drove us back. They
looked at us speculatively. "So you got locked out in
just those clothes? You must have been freezing!" said
one.
"Uh... yeah." I said. I'm glad we'd gotten to swap the
blankets for real clothes. (Besides, I'd been naked in a
police cruiser once before... working my way out of a
traffic ticket. The officer had offered me a rather
unique "breathalyzer" test. I blew a 7.0).
The ride back was odd, there we were in the back of this
warm police car, looking through the grill. The police
radio squelched and squawked occasionally, with far off
voices talking almost unintelligibly. The windshield
wipers beat rhythmically, scattering the snowflakes. The
headlights reflected dazzlingly on the snow.
We got to the house, snow crunching under the tires. One
cop went around back with a flashlight and got in with
embarrassing ease, picking the lock. He led us around to
that back door through the snow (he hadn't wanted to go
into the house with the dogs barking). He asked to come
in to use the bathroom And, I suspect, to chat a bit.
His partner stayed in the car.
As he stood in the kitchen, looking at the Great Room,
the officer noticed the trail of pants and panties and
bras and shoes leading to the door by the deck.
"These aren't your clothes, are they?" he said,
indicating the garments we were wearing. For the second
time that evening, we found ourselves blushing
furiously. That looks really cute on Brandi, by the way.
"No, but it wasn't what it looks like..." I lied.
He grinned. "Do you have any idea how often I hear that
in this job? But why did you go to that house so far
away? There's closer ones."
In for a penny, in for a pound. I briefly sketched our
path, the empty house, and then the high school party.
Leaving out the fact that the kids were drinking beer.
But I think he got it.
He tipped his hat. "Ladies, have a wonderful evening.
Stay warm. If you go outside again, may I suggest you
wear your key on a chain around your neck?"
I grinned. He was kind of cute. His partner wasn't bad
either. "Hey, are you two on duty tomorrow night?"
"No."
"We're having a little party. Why don't you come join
us? We've got a hot tub."
He grinned. "Well, my partner's married, but I do have a
friend."
"Seven o'clock sharp." I shut the door.
"We're having a party?" said Brandi.
"We are now. And now, how about that hot tub?" It was
just a little after midnight. That whole escapade had
taken only about an hour and a half!
10. AT LAST, THE HOT TUB
We each fixed ourselves a big oversized mug of coffee,
laced it with some whisky, and headed out for the hot
tub. "See, I'm leaving the door unlocked this time,"
said Brandi. "I don't trust you!" I took the key and
plunked it in the bottom of the mug, where I knew where
to find it. We peeled off our unfashionable clothes.
Then it was out into the cold again, for the 30 foot
dash to the hot tub! Bracing! But to sink into that
heated water was heavenly!
I lay back, basking in the wet warmth. Again I studied
the stars. They seemed a lot less cold when I was slowly
cooking in this big soup bowl. My hands each grasped a
breast, and I flicked my nipples lazily.
Brandi slowly sank down until just her mouth was above
the water. Her long curly red hair floated on either
side of her head. Steam rose in a warm cloud towards the
heavens.
I slid a foot across the tub, put it between her legs.
I started kneading her pussy with my toes. Her eyes
widened. I moved bouyantly across the tub, nestled up
against her, pressed my breasts against her back,
wrapped my legs around her, and continued to play
footsie with her pussy. I reached around on either side,
and molded her breasts, squeezed her nipples. I moved
her long hair aside, kissed her neck. She closed her
eyes and smiled. I kissed the corner of her mouth, her
ears.
She reached a hand back behind her, slid it between her
ass and my crotch, and started to explore the folds of
my pussy, spreading me wide to the warm water, my clit
under her thumb. She kept her eyes closed, but turned
her head towards me, opened her mouth, and our tongues
dueled.
"You girls don't quit, do you?" said a feminine voice.
We froze like two deer caught in the headlights. There,
a few feet away, in full winter gear, was the married
couple from down the road.
"We decided to take a walk in the snow after your visit.
And we heard voices..."
Brandi giggled. "Come on in, the water's fine!"
In record speed, they'd doffed their winter clothes and
slid in. The husband kept to one side, but couldn't hide
his erection. They were an attractive couple. Both were
blond haired and blue eyed. Though I saw she had a dark
bush before it disappeared beneath the water.
We chatted a bit, and all the while Brandi and I
continued to nestle close, and our hands worked each
other under the water. Our conversation stayed on light
topics, but it was pretty obvious we were a little
distracted. They were getting very turned on by the
spectacle. Their hands weren't visible either, and she
was occasionally letting out some involuntary gasps.
We continued to chatter, all the while our eyes locking
and our lips smiling and making it all silently clear we
all knew what was going on. Brandi had two fingers in
me, had me spread wide, and was gently and slowly giving
me an interior massage.
I was frigging her more energetically and rubbing a
breast with my other hand. The wife raised up, and then,
obviously, impaled herself on his shaft. They rocked
there, making some small warm waves. After about ten
minutes, she was crying out, he was groaning, and Brandi
and I were having our comparatively quieter orgasms.
And then we all lay there silently, holding our
respective partners, watching the steam rise up, the
white snow in all directions, and the silent stars
twinkling down on us.
The wife looked nervously for a minute at the house.
"Now... you DO have the key this time, right?"
The End
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