Snowstorm...

He stopped and looked around for the hundredth time. The entire world was covered in snow. It stretched out in all directions, punctuated by tall pines silhouetted against the multi-coloured, twilight sky. The trees reminded him of slender, sugar-dusted candles dotting a vast wedding cake. Pleased at the poetic thought, he sank down onto a fallen log and shrugged off his heavy backpack.

"Can't keep up with me, hmm, Jack?"

He looked up at the sound of the teasing, female voice. Callie came toward him looking like a sculpted, stone goddess made into flesh and blood. The waning sun caressed her skin and made her hair shimmer with reddish highlights. Her hips filled out her tight jeans gorgeously, and the curve of her full breasts was visible even underneath her bulky ski jacket.

"You running out of steam already?" she asked.

"Yeah, guess you'll have to reheat me," he called back.

She chuckled and stopped in front of him, her gaze scanning his body.

"Shouldn't be too hard," she observed.

"On the contrary," Jack muttered, feeling his groin tighten as if on cue to her close proximity. "It's pretty hard."

Callie laughed again, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she sat down on his lap. "Oh my."

Their breath came in rapid pants, merging into puffs of white from the increasing cold. Jack groaned inwardly as his erection pressed almost painfully against his jeans. He'd been wanting Callie ever since they'd become friends two years ago, but he'd never been able to work up the courage to initiate anything. She was so luscious, not to mention wickedly teasing. He could practically feel the heat of her clear through the thick fabric of their jeans, and he wanted nothing more than to strip off her clothes and fuck her into oblivion right here in the snow.

Unfortunately, oblivion would have to wait. With the utmost reluctance, he cupped her hips in his hands and lifted her from his lap.

"Sorry, hon, but we need to get going." He pointed toward a thick sheet of dark clouds that had begun to spread over the horizon. The wind started to pick up, rustling through the evergreen branches. "That's called a nimbostratus, which means heavy snow this time of year. And soon. I expect it'll start snowing within ten minutes at most."

Callie smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the forehead. "You're just a regular scientist, aren't you?"

Jack chuckled and shrugged into his backpack. They started off through the thick snow again. The forest rangers hadn't warned them of the possibility of a storm, and Jack hoped they could reach the inn before it got too dark. He squinted and peered at the sky. The twilight streaks of orange, pink, and gold were being swiftly wiped out by the steel-coloured clouds. The wind began pushing drifts of snow from the pines as the branches swayed with the force of the gusts.

Callie paused and looked at him. A hint of worry darkened her eyes. "Maybe we shouldn't have gone off the trail."

"We'll be fine. I'm sure there are cabins up here in case we don't get back in time."

They trudged on, the snow crunching underneath their boots, the cold air nipping against their skin. They were both fit and trim, but they'd been hiking since morning and the exertion soon began to take its toll. A few flakes of snow began drifting down with deceptive grace, clinging to their hair and jackets. Jack glanced at Callie and took a second to briefly enjoy the sight of her snow-dusted hair and flushed skin.

"What?" she asked, returning his gaze.

"Nothing. Just thinking that I could eat you up."

She grinned. "Like the big, bad wolf?"

"Uh huh. I'm already licking my chops."

The snow continuing falling steadily and with increasing force. Jack hadn't realized that they'd hiked so far from the inn. When he was with Callie, the rest of the world dissolved and time had a way of simply disappearing.

The horizon soon swallowed up the last bit of sun, leaving the snow streaked with shadows from the evergreens. The leaden clouds invaded the rest of the sky, and the temperature seemed to drop several degrees. Wet, heavy snowflakes rained down, bolstered by the escalating wind, stinging their cheeks like tiny icicles and dampening their jeans.

Callie stopped suddenly, her chest heaving as she drew in a breath. "Are we even going in the right direction?"

"Sure. I checked the compass."

"I don't think we're going to make it back. Look at how dark it is already."

Jack reached out to squeeze her shoulder. "Don't worry. If we don't make it in fifteen minutes, I'll take you to my wolf's lair for the night."

She rolled her eyes. "And I'm supposed to be safe there?"

"Only if you want to be." He winked at her.

She chuckled. Jack took her hand as they continued plodding through the snow, their steps slowed by the blasts of wind that seemed to slice into their layers of clothing. The silence was broken only by the sound of their heavy breathing and the harsh wind blowing through the trees. Just as another gust stopped them in their tracks, Jack peered through a dense grove of pines leading to a small clearing. Although visibility was minimal, he could make out the shape of a wooden cabin. Relieved, he tugged on Callie's arm.

"Come on. We'll ask them to put us up until tomorrow morning. Hopefully the storm will have passed by then."

They went toward the cabin and around to the front porch. Callie groaned when they saw that the windows were dark and there was no sign of the inhabitants.

"Now what?"

A garden swing and a cord of wood sat on the front porch. Jack rapped sharply on the door, then muttered a curse when there was no response. He rattled the locked doorknob.

"Do you think we should break in?" Callie asked.

"It's either that or freeze to death. This storm doesn't look like it's going to let up any time soon." Jack took off his backpack and unzipped the front pouch. He removed his Swiss army knife and flipped open one of the small blades, then inserted it into the keyhole. Praying there was no deadbolt, he twisted the blade around until the lock clicked. He pushed the door open, and he and Callie entered the darkened cabin.

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Callie had been having visions of turning into a human Popsicle. She breathed a sigh of relief and closed the front door, pulling off her gloves and hat.

"Thank God." She felt for a light switch and flipped it on. The warm glow illuminated a large, high-raftered room furnished with teakwood tables and Victorian-style sofa and chairs arranged around a stone fireplace. Floral oil paintings hung on the walls and a row of bookshelves lined an entire wall.

"What a lovely place." She gave Jack a mischievous glance. "Do you think we'd be breaking any laws if we built a fire?"

"I think picking the lock and entering already constitutes law-breaking," Jack observed.

"Well, there's nothing we can do," Callie said. "I'm sure as hell not going back out into the storm. Besides, why waste an empty cabin?"

She dropped her backpack onto the floor, took off her boots, and unzipped her jacket. She glanced at Jack and saw his gaze lingering on the swell of her breasts. Her nipples hardened slightly as if he'd touched them. Callie smiled to herself. She hadn't failed to notice the hot looks he tossed in her direction on frequent occasions. Nor could she say that she didn't greatly enjoy them.

"Why don't you get some logs for the fire?" she asked. "I'm going to explore the rest of this place."

She went through the rest of the cabin, admiring the large kitchen and gleaming countertops, the upstairs bedroom with a brass, four-poster bed and handmade quilt, and the large bathroom complete with a marble shower stall. Callie contemplated the shower with longing. The cold had chilled her to her bones and nothing sounded better than a hot shower. Well, almost nothing.

As she went downstairs, a gust of wind rattled the outside shutters. The lights flickered on and off briefly.

Callie found Jack in the living room, bending over the fireplace as he stacked the logs. She paused to admire the way his jeans stretched over his rear. He was certainly a handsome man with his salt-and-pepper hair and smooth skin. Inexperienced, she knew, but that was deliciously refreshing. A shiver slipped down her spine as she imagined smoothing her hands over his back, introducing him to all manner of fiery pleasures.

The lights flickered again, breaking her out of her brief reverie. Callie went to a side table and began opening drawers to locate candles. She paused and looked at the silver-framed photographs lining the table. They were all sepia-toned images of men wearing suits and women in long dresses and hats.

Callie picked one up and peered at a white-haired woman with soft, finely-edged features and large, dark eyes. She knew instinctively that this woman was the owner of the cabin.

"What're you doing over there?" Jack asked.

Callie held up the photo. "I think this woman lives here."

"Well, let's hope she doesn't decide to return before morning."

"She won't mind that we're here. She looks very kind." Callie replaced the photograph and rummaged through the drawers. She found some half-used candles in a bottom drawer alongside a tattered, leather-bound book. She gave Jack the candles and picked up the book just as the lights flickered again and went out.

"Christ," Jack muttered. "Good thing we're not out there. Power lines might be down."

"Hey look. This must be an antique." Callie curled up on the sofa and opened the book.

The title page read 'The Erotic Memoirs of Elizabeth Marie, 1922'. "Hmm. Sounds intriguing."

Jack lit the candles and placed one on the table next to her. The candlelight diffused over the room, bathing them in a crimson luminescence.

"I wonder who she was," Callie mused. "Maybe an ancestor of the woman who owns this place."

The vellum pages of the book were covered with print, apparently detailing all the private thoughts and experiences of Elizabeth Marie. Interspersed between the chapters were detailed drawings of men and women in various states of undress and sexual congress.

Callie paused at a particularly evocative image of a woman bending over and lifting her skirts to expose her rounded bottom. A man with a handlebar mustache and a protruding erection stood behind her, positioned to thrust into her. Another image was of two voluptuous women, their naked bodies pressed together, their legs splayed wide as they explored each other's sexes with long, tapered fingers.

Callie squirmed slightly, feeling her body respond to the sheer eroticism of the images. The memory of Jack's erection and the heated way he looked at her aroused her even further.

He reached over to take the book from her and glanced through the pages. "Well, she was a lusty woman, that much is certain. Listen to this.

"Richard came to me tonight; he says that his wife is so frigid that he has yet to see her undressed. I pity her since she has never experienced the full pleasure of her husband's offerings. He is exquisite. His penis is thick and long, and he knows how to stimulate a woman.

He begins by undressing me slowly, peeling off my chemise as if he were unwrapping a precious gift. His mouth on my nipples, his hand sliding between my legs. I can always feel his erection pressing against me, and I respond to his passion as if I were a finely tuned instrument and he a consummate musician. He kisses me as if he would devour me."

Jack paused and looked at Callie, his eyes darkening. She flushed slightly, even as her heartbeat increased and her blood warmed.

"Lucky Elizabeth," she murmured.

"Lucky Richard."

"Have you ever been kissed like that?" Callie asked. Her breast pressed against his arm as she leaned over to look at the page. "As if someone wanted to devour you."

"No. Must be delicious, though."

"Mmm hmm." Callie returned her gaze to him, her eyes scanning his features and coming to rest on his mouth.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you?" Jack asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

Callie lifted her eyes to his. "How long?"

"Forever."

Callie smiled, her heart filling with deep tenderness. Without pausing to think, she lifted her hands and placed them on either side of his face, drawing him down to her. She pressed her lips against his, her tongue sliding out like a luscious, little flower petal to caress his lips. Jack drew in a sharp breath, his body tensing slightly. Callie probed a little deeper until he opened his mouth to let her in. Arousal flared in her blood instantly as their tongues touched.

She slid her hands around to the back of his neck, tilting her head so that he could plunge his tongue deeply into her mouth. She slid her tongue over the slick surface of his teeth and licked the corners of his lips, shifting so that she was kneeling on the sofa. The book fell unnoticed to the floor.

"Do it," she whispered. "Eat me."

He needed no further invitation. His hands slid over her sweater, cupping her full breasts as his tongue explored her mouth with leisurely slowness. Their breath warmed quickly, conspiring with the fire and the candle flames to heat their skin. Jack slipped his hands underneath Callie's sweater, stroking the satin smoothness of her skin before pulling the sweater over her head. Callie was touched to realize that his hands were trembling, his eyes slightly glazed as he stared at the snowy mounds of her breasts above her lacy bra.

"God, you're lovely," he muttered.

Callie gave him a seductive smile and unfastened her bra, letting her breasts spill into his hands. He cupped their heavy weight and ran his thumbs over her nipples. A shudder of pleasure skimmed over her body, centering in the increasing ache of her pussy. She pulled away from him slightly, her eyes gleaming.

"Stand up and take off your clothes," she said. "I want to look at you."

He gave her a lingering kiss and stood. Callie stretched out on the sofa and watched him as he removed his sweater and shirt to reveal his tanned, trim body. The firelight glistened on his skin, making him appear almost other-worldly. Callie gave a little sigh of pleasure at the sight of his hard, thick cock, imagined it filling her, thrusting into her, driving her pleasure.

The mere thought caused her sex to surge with a rush of moisture. She moaned and reached for the button of her jeans. Jack's hands stopped her movements.

"Let me." He unzipped her jeans and tugged them off, revealing her shapely legs. Jack pressed his hand flat against her pussy, smiling as he felt the hot dampness through the thin cotton underwear. He slipped a tentative finger underneath the cotton, his heart pounding wildly as he realized just how slick and ready she was.

Callie arched her hips toward him, cupping her breasts in her palms and twisting her nipples. Pure want flooded through her like a firestorm.

"Now there," she whispered. "Slowly. Explore."

Jack removed her panties with one tug and hooked his hands underneath her smooth thighs. He pulled her toward him and buried his face between her legs, his tongue darting out to caress her moist labia. Callie groaned at the first, delicious contact, loving the feeling of his hot breath. He stroked his tongue over the velvety folds, dipping into the tight hole and licking up the sweet, salty flavor of her.

She thrust her hips upward, stunned by how adroitly he was pleasuring her, as if he knew instinctively what would inflame her. He took her clit gently between his lips and sucked, causing her to let out a sharp cry as her nerves tightened almost to the point of pain. Then Jack slid a finger into her, stroking it in and out of her wet passage. Callie came suddenly and with a force that felt like an explosion, her entire body arching as she thrust her pussy against his mouth. He continued licking her until the vibrations ebbed.

Callie collapsed back against the sofa pillow and let out a groan. "Oh, God, that was good."

Jack rose to press his lips against her mouth, letting her taste her own flavor.

"It'll get better," he murmured.

She smiled. "I know."

She reached down and slid her hands over his chest, enjoying the feeling of his smooth skin underneath her palms. Although she desperately wanted to curl her fingers around his cock, she forced herself to sit up.

"Follow me," she said. She ran her fingers through her hair, causing her breasts to thrust outward. Jack muttered something under his breath and leaned over to lick one of her juicy nipples, stroking his hand over her belly. Callie caught his hand before they succumbed to the haze of desire again.

"Wait," she ordered breathlessly. "Take some of the candles and come with me."

She took two candles and headed up the stairs to the bedroom, her hips swaying as she provided him with a glorious view of her ass. After placing the candles on the bedside table, she led Jack into the bathroom. He put his candles on the countertop as she turned on the shower. A fast and hard spray of delightfully hot water rained down from the wide showerhead. They climbed into the shower and closed the door. Callie turned back to Jack as he took her in his arms and lowered his head for another kiss.

They fit together so perfectly, Callie thought hazily, as Jack began another slow exploration of her mouth. Their tongues danced together, their breath mingling with the shower steam, their damp bodies pressing against each other. Callie rubbed her breasts against his chest, stimulating her nipples into hard peaks. She breathed his name as she stroked her hands over his back and dug her fingers into his buttocks. She felt his cock pressing against her, and she grasped the hard length in her hand. He was warm and smooth, his flesh throbbing against her palm.

Water coursed down onto them relentlessly, streaming over their skin in warm rivulets. Wanting to give him as much pleasure as he'd given her, Callie went down on her knees and took his penis into her mouth. Jack groaned, his fingers clutching her head as his hips pushed forward slightly. She sucked on him slowly, her tongue licking the underside of his shaft and dipping into the tiny hole at the tip.

She cupped his balls, squeezing them lightly as he thrust gently back and forth as if in imitation of an even more intimate kind of union. Sensing when he was about to come, she squeezed the base of his shaft as a shudder ran through his body and he exploded violently into her mouth with a shout of pleasure. Callie licked him clean, her eyes languorous as she rose.

"You're incredible," Jack whispered.

He picked up a bar of soap and worked it into a lather before stroking it over her delectable body. He soaped her breasts until they were slick and glistening, rubbing his hands over the curves of her bottom and the supple tightness of her thighs.

He worked the lather into the triangle of hair between her legs, pressing his sleek fingers into the hot fissure of her cunt. She moaned and leaned back against him, her legs spreading to allow him further access. Jack closed his eyes, breathing in the clean scent of her, his mind fogged with both satiation and a renewed and powerful desire.

"Let's go into the bedroom," Callie suggested, her voice throaty. They finished washing, then dried each other off with thick, fuzzy towels before going to collapse onto the huge bed.

The quilt was deliciously soft against their naked skin, and Callie turned to Jack and slid her hand down his body. He was gazing at her with a passion so strong that she felt the response shimmering in her very blood and bones. She grasped his half-hard penis again and stroked him to a full erection before rolling on top of him and straddling his thighs. She braced her hands against his chest and smiled down at him.

"You ready for me?" she whispered.

He drew in a breath. "Oh, yeah."

Callie guided his cock into her, her eyes drifting closed as he slid into her slowly, inch by delicious inch. He filled her utterly, throbbing against her inner walls and sending heat flowing into her veins. He stroked his hands over her hips and up to her breasts. Cupping and squeezing their full weight, he rotated her nipples with such exquisite ease that sparks of arousal shimmered over her skin.

She leaned over him, looking down into his hot eyes as she began to move her body. She gyrated her hips over his, feeling his cock moving in and out of her, slick with moisture. Her clit was swollen and heavy, ribbons of need winding around her lower body with inexorable tightness. Before she could work them both into an even stronger carnal frenzy, Jack grasped her hips and rolled her onto her back.

Callie's eyes flew open. "What-"

"Just wait." His lips curved into a slight smile. He reached for one of the long candles and blew out the flame, then pushed Callie's thighs apart. A quiver of excitement went through her as she realized what he was about to do. She stretched her arms over her head in a posture of submission, sighing with delight when she felt the hard edge of the candle pressing against her pussy. Jack slid it into her with lush slowness, prolonging her pleasure. Kneeling beside her, he leaned over and kissed her deeply.

"Do you want me to fuck you with it?" he whispered.

"Oh, yes. Do it." She pushed herself toward the candle just as he thrust it in, driving her closer and closer to the edge.

The hard wax became delectably malleable from the heat of her sex, and Jack began rotating his thumb over her clitoris, urging the bud out further from beneath its protective hood. Callie groaned as the pressure increased and her blood flared with the need for release. Just as she was about to let herself go, Jack pulled the candle away and let it drop to the floor. He positioned himself between her legs and thrust into her with one, swift stroke.

"Oh, yes, pound me." Callie wrapped her legs around him, digging her fingernails into his back as he started pumping into her with such force that her breasts bounced and her body shook.

A layer of pure lust and need descended over them like gauze, blocking out all reality and leaving nothing but the pleasure of their harmony. Callie arched against him, matching the rhythms of his thrusts, moans emerging from her throat in intermittent bursts.

Jack fucked her hard and lusciously, bending to push his tongue into her mouth, his hands clutching her damp hips. His breath was hot against her lips. They came together like clouds breaking in a storm, rays of sun spilling down to cover their moist bodies with warmth and intense satisfaction.

With a groan, Jack rolled away from Callie and onto his back. They lay there stunned, trying to catch their breath as the lingering sensations began to abate. Callie ran her hands over her body, feeling the heat of her skin start to evaporate the beads of perspiration. She turned onto her side and gave Jack a languorous smile.

"We need to get caught in snow storms more often," she murmured.

He returned her smile. "I can arrange that."

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Jack woke to the sound of a bird twittering outside the window. He yawned and stretched, feeling his muscles lengthen gloriously. For a moment, he forgot where he was, but then the memory of last night flooded back to him in vivid color. He smiled to himself and turned toward Callie, only to find the other side of the bed empty. He swung his legs to the floor and stretched again before heading downstairs.

Callie wasn't in the living room or the kitchen, but then Jack noticed that the back door was open slightly. Curious, he went to the door and pulled it open to reveal a back porch equipped with a large, outdoor hot-tub. The water frothed and bubbled, steam rising into the cold air.

And in the middle of the tub sat Callie, her gorgeous breasts floating on the water, damp tendrils of hair clinging to her neck, her skin flushed. She was reading the Erotic Memoirs of Elizabeth Marie and was so engrossed in the book that she didn't notice him step outside.

The air was freezing, but smelled of fresh snow and evergreens. Dawn was just beginning to break, painting the clouds with streaks of orange and gold. Jack hurried across the porch and slipped into the hot tub, letting out a moan of rapture as the hot, foamy water lapped at his skin.

Callie looked up and smiled. "Sleep well?"

"Better than I've slept in ages." He leaned his head against the side of the tub and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he felt Callie's hands sliding over his shoulders and chest. He wasn't surprised when his body began reacting, his cock twitching to life. Callie's mouth descended on his, her delicious tongue stroking his lips, her wet breasts rubbing against his chest. Her nipples were already as hard as pebbles.

"You must have been reading a good part," Jack murmured.

"Mmm hmm, although it's much more you than the book," Callie replied, stroking her fingers over his short hair as she positioned herself over his lap.

The water churned around them like a hot spring, providing an exquisite contrast to the cold air. Jack stroked his hands over Callie's firm ass, dipping his fingers into the shadowy crevice between them. She sighed, her breath brushing against his forehead. His prick hardened swiftly, as if seeking out the warm softness of her. He slipped his hand between her legs, feeling the viscous moisture coating the inner lips of her pussy.

"Do it again," he whispered. "Fuck me like you did last night."

He rubbed the tip of his penis against her damp pussy, shuddering at the sheer carnality of his arousal. Slowly, Callie began descending on him, her moist flesh closing around him, tighter than a fist. Jack groaned. He could have stayed buried inside her forever. She began riding him hard and fast, creating a friction that made both his flesh and blood throb. He grasped her waist as her breasts rubbed against his chest, her entire body moving with such fluid grace that she reminded him of a dancer. Her pussy tightened around him, squeezing, clasping him with her toned muscles.

Arousal gathered swiftly in his groin, pressure building with a force that felt like a steam engine. Jack lowered his head and took one of her nipples between his teeth, sucking hard until she gasped and let her head fall back, thrusting her breasts toward him. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders as she let out a long cry, her body convulsing violently around him as she reached the peak of her ecstasy. The sensation of her sex pulsing around him send Jack over the edge, and he shot into her with a low moan as pleasure coursed through him.

Callie shuddered and draped her arms around her shoulders. Her skin was hot and damp, her eyes languid as she pressed her lips against his.

"You know," she murmured. "There's an entire chapter in that book about various sexual positions. And that table in the kitchen is pretty big. Maybe I could bend over and you could...." She slid her lips over his cheek to his ear. Her hot breath brushed against his skin. "...fuck me from behind," she finished. "Would you like that?"

"God, yes," Jack muttered, stunned at how their desire for each other didn't seem to abate at all. Every time they touched, it only increased to immense proportions. "That book is going to come in handy."

Callie smiled. "Don't worry. By the time we're finished, we'll be able to write our own erotic memoirs. In fact, I have an idea on just how we should start chapter one."

With that, she leaned in to kiss him again.

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