When I think of winter I think of Montreal, where I went to school, and of a particularly cold and snowy night when a girl and I walked in the show, she holding my arm and pressing her breasts against me for warmth. She invited me up to her apartment where we drank some hot wine drink whose fumes alone were enough to get us drunk. We made out on the couch for a while as the snow came down outside, and I remember how warm and soft her tits were beneath her sweater and how she covered my hand with her own and showed me how she liked to be squeezed. Then she told me to stay put and went into the bedroom. In a few minutes she called for me to come in.

She was lying in this big white bed, the blankets up to her neck. All the lights were out except for a kerosene lantern glowing on the nightstand, a little circle of light and warmth..

I stripped off my clothes and came to the bed, and I’ll never forget lifting up the blankets and seeing her lying totally naked, and feeling the sudden rush of warm, moist air that came from her, smelling of clean sheets, perfume, and aroused woman. I slid in next to her and she pressed herself against me and she was incredibly warm, even hot. I warmed up pretty fast too, and then it was like we just flowed together. She put her leg over mine and I felt the wetness between her legs.

I don't recall all the details, but I do remember her being on top at some point, the blankets over us and our bodies so close it seemed like we'd melted together. She kissed me and moved her hips, stirring my cock around in the molten furnace of her cunt, and then she fucked me, long and slow and soft, as slow and soft as the snow was falling outside I remember the sound she made as she came too, the hot exhalation of her breath against my neck at the very moment I spurted my warmth into her as well.

It snowed all night but we didn't care. Inside we had our own little world of warmth and pleasure to keep us.