Winter Wonders

Howling and creaking filled the room as the cold winter wind played hide and seek around the snow covered forest cottage. He was glad he had a full supply of food on hand because the odds of freezing while he was on his own was high. He lit a match and started a blazing fire to cook his supper. He basked in the light of the fire and listened for the pops and crackles of the wood which almost covered the soft crunching of footsteps in the snow. 
At first he thought it was the familiar padding of the white fox, but, as he took a deep breath he heard something new, a distinct pattern, like something was in distress. He opened the door a crack to have a better look in the darkness and saw that the form of a person, bundled tight in a furry floor length white parka, limping. He rushed to help and as the form leaned into him he could smell honeysuckle. The slender gloved hand moved the hood back ever so slightly so he could see her smile.

He rushed her into the cottage before the winter would claim another for the grim reaper, and gently placed her on the chair in front of the fireplace. Without a word she started to lower the hood and he caught his breath watching a raven haired beauty emerge. Her eyes were green, her neck elegant and inviting. She smiled as she removed her gloves revealing long slender fingers. He felt as if time slowed down while watching smooth tawny skin emerge as she unzipped the parka. Her shoulders were slender, her arms so elegant, her bosom beautifully formed with perky cute nipples. She turned and dropped the parka allowing her round and soft bottom to glisten in the firelight. When she turned to face him, her green eyes reflecting pain and gratitude, she lifted her slender left leg showing a gash dripping blood on her thigh.

He went to work washing the wound and ever so gently applying a dressing. She winced at first and then smiled with a warmth that could melt the entire snow covered forest. She reached up and gently touched his face with her elegant hand, each finger stroking his face ever so gently, smiled and kissed him. The kiss was magical. He felt his blood warm like snow melting in the spring. He reached around her delicate waist and pressed against her lips, slowly letting his tongue explore her subtle mouth. She pulled into him with unseen strength so his groin was firmly planted between her legs. His body ignited with passion feeling a surge of stiffness and length as his cock became fully erect.

He picked up this beautiful naked woman and carried her to his bed.

He gently laid her down but she would not uncurl her arms around his neck, pulling into his mouth sending more waves of heat through his whole being. He ripped his shirt off and the feel of her breasts against his chest was like a cool breeze on a hot summer day. He bent down to tenderly, slowly kiss her nipples, suckling like a child. She inhaled and arched her back, the beginning of her ecstasy. She had his pants off in record time, stoking his cock first with her hands then, licking, suckling and finally with a deep throat massage. He almost fell over for the thrill that was bringing him to a peak. He brought her back up to his lips laying by her side, gently rolling on top. She spread her legs wide, her cum dripping from her pussy. Her clitoris extended; labia engorged. She was ready for him.

Gently he slipped into her pussy. Moving slowly while her undulations squeezed his cock. The rhythmic dance increase in speed until his balls were bouncing off her heart shaped buttocks. Their heavy breathing turned to cries of pleasure as the trill of ecstasy rose, drowned out only by the howling wind. Suddenly he stopped moving. His eruption filled her with his sperm. He gently released from her, watching their cum pour out, like snow on melting ice, with each of her vaginal spasms. He lay next to her, feeling the warmth of her body: her head laying on is arm, her body wrapped over his side. He fell asleep listening to her breathing slowly return to her normal rhythm.

How long he was asleep he didn’t know. What he did know was she had gone. He covered himself with a wool blanket and opened the door but she was now where to be seen. Quickly he ran inside and dressed for the frigid weather so he could track which way she ran. The tracks were fresh. He hurried along until the tracks reached some brambling underbrush where they disappeared. He took a deep breath, was about to turn when he heard a faint yip. A white fox scurried out, as if to great him, circled his feet and went back into the brambles. He replayed the scene of the white fox over and over in his mind, not believing his eyes. There was no denying the fact, the white fox had a carefully wrapped wound on the left hind leg.

To this day he holds dear that most wonderful day on the coldest day of winter in his tiny cottage. Now whenever he hears the howls and creaks of the wind playing hide and seek: he remembers. Maybe if he is really lucky, the foxy lady will return.