Snow Maiden. Part 6. Cold.

Gradually, the winter came to an end. It was February. Several weeks have passed since my last walk, and during this time, I went to bathe in the snow several times, but there were no cases, especially memorable and bright, that left a noticeable trace in my memory.

And I remembered swimming in a hard frost, at minus 22 degrees. It was very extreme, probably therefore it was remembered. Deciding to undress and flop into a snowdrift in such a frost cost me a decent effort. I dressed as always for such cases - coats and boots. While I reached the gardens, my nose and bare knees froze. I kept my hands in my pockets, they remained warm and feeling their thighs and the area of ​​skin between the hips, I understood how cold it really was - earlier in this place the legs did not freeze. And only the slit burned with fire, warming me in this cold, and giving my body warmth, warmth of excitement.

A whole day of chalk the February blizzard and snow lay unevenly - somewhere knee-deep, and somewhere just ankle-deep. I have already become a real specialist in determining the quality of snow and its effects on my excitation centers. I knew that the snow is now a small rump, which, in contact with the skin of the body, almost does not remain on it, rolling. But if the temperature was now about 8-10 degrees of frost, then the snow would look like snowflakes, small and tender. Here such snow instantly clings to the whole body, lying down on it with a thin layer.

But the most pleasant and gentle snow, which gives exceptional sensation when it comes in contact with it, is freshly snowed at a temperature of about zero. It is impossible to convey in words what a thrill it is. On the body, it almost does not linger, it is warm and soft and you can stay in it much longer, without any signs of hypothermia. And what an inexpressible pleasure you experience when walking naked in the snowfall. When it snows in large, fluffy flakes, in completely windless weather and the fall of each such snowflake on a naked body, it causes a storm of emotions.

There is still snow after the thaw, but it is the nastiest. It is coarse-grained, coarse and dirty. But if after a thaw a frost suddenly hits - that's all, good-bye to my snowy walks, until the next heavy snowfall. The snow covers the ice crust, which is very easy to injure the skin.

Therefore, I appreciate the weather lately, solely in terms of the level of pleasure that she can give me. An ideal winter for me is a winter with a steady sub-zero temperature and a lot of snow. Every snowfall gives me a chance for another unforgettable adventure.

When I went to my gate, I realized that I would not pass to my site - snow piled up just on the opposite side of the gate, and since it opened inwards, I could not open it. There were few traces on the snow and this was good news. But I still did not understand why anyone should even go here in winter.

But I had a spare entrance in the reserve - I knew that one of the boards in the fence held only on the upper nail and moving it back you can get into the territory of the site.

Well, here I am on the spot. I trampled the snow a bit, laid a towel on him to stand on his bare feet and froze in indecision. It is necessary to remove the coat.

I hesitantly undid the buttons and, after a pause, took off my coat and hung cherries on the bough. I stood, listening to the sensations. And what, like and not cold. I did not even feel the difference, with or without a coat. I felt the skin of the whole body this frosty air, but I was not cold. I took off my boots and stood with bare feet on a towel. Hesitated for some time, but barefoot did not dare to step into the snow. I wore low socks stuck from the house.

I got off the towel in the snow. Strange, I did not feel the cold from the snow at all. So cool thin socks insulated my feet from contact with the snow.I went into the area, choosing a place with untouched deep snow. I knelt in the snow. Also, nothing special.

I fell on the chest in the snow. Aaaaaa! She crawled forward a little, on her bellied roof, turned over onto her back and began to scoop up the snow with her hands and put her body to sleep. Uuuh's! Yes, now I felt the frost fully. The whole body began to tingle with small needles, the skin turned red, the handles froze instantly. I wondered how long I could take it, so I suppressed in myself the desire to run to dress. I sat on my ass and began to rub my body with snow: my thighs, legs, stomach, chest ... My bottom began to freeze. No, it's too early, you have to be patient. I knelt down and kept rubbing snow all over my body. The color of the skin began to acquire some bluish tinge, the tingling intensified. All right, time! I sent another batch of snow into my sexual lips, and began to rub it. This is the only place on my body in which heat is maintained. My pussy was really warm, I felt it with my frozen fingers.

My pussy was grateful to me for this portion of snow. A pleasant wave, a forerunner of orgasm, began to spread over my body. I grabbed a new portion of snow with my hand, then another. Do you want snow? I'll give it to you!

- NA NA NA! - I said, with a frenzy rubbing snow into my slit.

A powerful orgasm shook my body. Like this! Yes! I proved to myself that I can’t hurt any frost! After such an extreme raid, now nothing scares me.

Scorning completely the frost, I took off my socks and threw them barefoot to the sides and went to the place where the towel lay.

Standing on a towel, I was wiping from the melted snow. Steam was coming from my flushed body. Frost shackled the skin of my body, my muscles, my hands did not obey, my toes and hands froze, and all movements were limp and turned clumsily.

When I finally got dressed, I crossed the gap in the fence and went home on my stiff legs. I was filled with pride in myself. It was a feeling of complete satisfaction. Then I thought that I wouldn’t have to expect anything more terrible from winter.

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