Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow.

The weather here is interesting to say the least.  Baking hot summers then two months of almost solid rain. Then it stops raining, turns savagely cold, and the skies become heavy and brooding, turning a progressively darker shade of grey until in the course of a few hours, we are up to our arses in snow. 

Well, more accurately, I’m up to my arse in it….it barely reaches Dani’s knees. Or so it seems. I was asleep when it happened, and when I woke up the world was covered in a thick blanket of white and had that amazing stillness that comes with a heavy snowfall. There is something wonderful about that stillness…almost like the entire world is listening…waiting for something. It will stay like this now until the crocuses and snowdrops push themselves through the earth to signify the return of life.

This moment makes me emotional every time it happens. I stand in my living room, log fire at my back and a mug of hot chocolate clasped between my hands and I look out on the vast expanse of white that stretches before me. 

I think of winters past, of singing in the church choir….and of lusting after the organist….and of my emergence into sexual life. For a moment, I’m confused. Why does this first fall of snow always make me think of times gone by? Perhaps because I’m a romantic at heart, and there is something of the typical Dickensian Christmases about this? Maybe too, there’s just a slight tinge of regret too. 

Regret? Hmm….you know, I think there is. I raced into sexuality. I didn’t let it develop slowly as many girls do. The moment I discovered what my body can do I….er….did it. Often. Anywhere. Always looking for that new thrill, that fresh experience. Maybe I should have let it grow more slowly. 

As always the moment my thoughts turn to sex, Miss Brain does a quick systems scan to determine how horny I am at this precise moment, and she does it now. My brow furrowsmin annoyance because I don’t want her to do this at this precise moment. 

She does it anyway. Of course she does. I take a deep breath and sigh it out. Of course, I’m wet. Of course there’s a slight but exquisite tingle going on in my clit. Why wouldn’t there be? Fuck! And instant thought flashes through my mind. 

Hot tub.

You might have seen the video of monkeys in China up to their necks in a hot spring while snow falls all around them. Being neck deep in a hot tub among the snow is wonderful. You simply have to do it naked though…no cheating. Getting in takes some courage. Getting out takes more! And yes, you have to roll in the snow as well. 

I look across the lawn to the deck where our hot tub sits. (Temporarily, until it’s moved into the pool complex). Steam rises from under the snow-laden cover and I wonder…..shall I? 

Then minutes later, I’ve shovelled the snow off the hot tub and have switched the heating on in the little cabin alongside it. My towel, robe and thick boots will warm up in there. I stand there inhaling the pine scent as I strip naked. God, I’m wet! I didn’t realise just how wet until I took my panties off. I rest my hand on the door handle. No turning back now, Anna. 

As soon as I step outside the cold snaps at me, attacking my nipples mercilessly, and the moisture between my legs. Fuuuuuuuuck! I almost fall into the water, and although it’s not boiling by any means, the contrast between the freezing air and the water temperature makes it feel a lot hotter than it actually is. Soon, I’m neck deep. 

In the distance, I see Dani looking at me through the lounge windows. She’s wearing a “Fuck…she’s crazy” expression, but part of me wonders if she’s also remembering her first orgasm in this hot tub at the farmhouse. I realise, I’m sitting in the seat she occupied when, through manipulation of the controls, Emily made Dani cum. I spread my legs. Although the hot tub is still only one tick over, I feel the gentle jet against my clit. 

Again I locked eyes with Dani. She hadn’t moved and she must have known….in that secret telepathy girls have, she must have known I was imagining being her in that moment. You know, there was a feeling of pure innocence about that orgasm. It almost felt like it could have been her first…if not her first actual  orgasm then her first with someone. Again my mind seemed to flee my body. How many girls out there will achieve their first orgasm this Christmas? How many will do so with someone for the first time. I find myself overwhelmed with the level of trust involved in giving yourself over to someone else’s touch and allowing yourself to cum with them and for them. We have all fought orgasms off, haven’t we? Almost got there, but shied away at the last minute through fear…fear of what?  Squirting? Peeing? Going too far and becoming pregnant? I think every girls knows what an orgasm feels like before she lets someone else lead her to one. And so it was with Dani. She knew she was going to cum, and she could easily have got up and walked away, but she placed her trust in us, as she has over many things now. 

As I watched her I saw her reach up her skirt. Then she lifted it with her left hand and tucked it into the waistband so I could see her right hand as it slipped into her white panties. God, that girl looks good in plain, ordinary white panties! I reached for the buttons and increased the flow, adding a gentle pulse to the proceedings. Dani hooked her left hand thumb over her panties and tugged them down sufficiently for me to see her fingers working between her thighs. “You haven’t remembered yet have you?” Miss Brain broke into my reverie. “You haven’t remembered that she’s on her period.” Fuck! No. I hadn’t. If there’s a time of the month where a girl withdraws into herself, it’s that time of the month. That secret, private time. For a girl to let you in to that really is special. 

I felt the moment approaching. All she could see of me was my head, but I knew she would know when I came. I saw her hand become a blur and she came before I did. The mere thought of her cumming, and letting me see her cum did it, and I came hard into the water. I also realised there was a jet that was hitting my bum hole absolutely perfectly. Must remember this position for another time. 

Yes, I did roll in the snow. The Norwegians have a point. Back inside the hut, I dried myself and let the warmth convince me that I wouldn’t die! I pulled my thick bathrobe on and the Ugg boots, and looked out through the square-panes of the French doors. Snowing heavily again. Me, isolated in this room, and looking out on a winter scene. 

Nature is beautiful. Savage, at times, yet capable of this. In the woods beyond, animals will fight to survive or hibernate, we will feed the local bird population and probably the squirrels too. I will continue to make my little forays out into the snow, and no doubt do sexual things. I have been blessed with more than my fair share of sex drive. Sometimes, it can be an irritant, but equally, at other times, most time in fact, it’s a blessing. 

Emily is still away although she returns just before Christmas. She works her backside off from September to May, and although there really is no need for her to do so, I recognise her need for her own career. One thing worries me though and that’s these migraines she keeps having. The doctor seems unconcerned, but I’d like her to have a scan, for my own peace of mind. 

Last night, I got to see her in bed with a chambermaid in her hotel. It was the girl’s first time with another girl, and Emily made it really special for her. 

Meanwhile, back here, I went back into the house where Dani had already run me a bath. I don’t use the bath much as it’s, to use plumbing terms, ‘fucking huge’. I shucked my bathrobe, and sank gratefully beneath the hot water…..and watched as Dani did the same.