It was a bitter winter day. There wasn’t a lot of snow on the ground, but there was plenty of wind and it was pretty cloudy.

I was driving along a remote country road and happened to see a large hound dog that had broken through the ice in a pond. The dog had its front paws up on the ice, but when it tried to cimb back out, the ice kept breaking under its weight. I pulled over to the side of the road and saw a pickup truck coming from the other direction. As I got out of my car and moved toward the pond, the pickup slowed, and I could see a woman at the wheel. I couldn’t help noticing that she had long, pretty blonde hair.

Just then, the dog increased its whining and yelping. It tried once more to get up on the ice, and again it slipped back into the frigid water. I looked around to see if there was anything I could use to reach the poor creature, but there was nothing helpful in sight. With a glance at the woman in the truck, I said, “I guess there is just one thing to do.” I waded out into the pond, breaking the ice in front of me as I went.

The shock of that cold water made me go numb almost immediately. I wondered how long the dog had been out there. The water was up around my chest when I got far enough to reach the animal. It leaped toward me and almost knocked me over, but I was able to clutch it by the front paws and start pulling it back to the shore. The woman grabbed my belt as I got within reach, and helped pull me and the pooch onto dry land. It was with this first close look that I realized how very pretty she was. Just then, the dog vigorously shook itself, spraying us both with icy water. It took one look at each of us, turned, and ran away from the pond, up into the woods behind.

“Ungrateful beast,” the woman said, laughing. “You’d better get warm or you might go into shock. There’s a heater in this truck. Hop in, and I’ll turn it on full blast.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “I’m really frozen.”

I climbed into the passenger side and began to peel off my wet clothes while she headed for the driver side and got the heater going full blast. I stripped off my sodden socks, my shirt, my undershirt, and finally my pants. I left my shorts on, but felt kind of foolish and embarrassed, as they didn’t hide much. I tried to get as close as I could to the warm air flowing from the heating vents. My teeth were chattering, and I was shaking all over.

“Here, let me help you,” she said.

She was wearing a sweatsuit, and much to my surprise pulled the top up and hugged me so that her body was fully against mine. I began to feel a lot warmer immediately.

“You really are cold,” she said.

“Oh, you feel good” was about all I could get out.

We turned to face each other on the big seat of the truck. The catch of her bra dug into my chest. I reached down to move it and succeeded in opening it instead. I pulled the bra wide open and hugged her beautiful full breasts to my chest. This sure felt good, and had happened so naturally it took a few seconds for me to realize that she didn’t seem to mind at all. We just stayed close together, neither of us saying anything.

It was not long before I realized I was not going to die of thermal shock, and, to boot, I had a raging hard-on that this young woman was well aware of. Up till now it had all been happenstance for me, but I could not resist seeing if there might be more to this.

I pulled my shorts down as far as I could without causing our contoured bodies to part. Then I reached up and grasped the top of her sweatpants, and, as I pulled them down, she raised herself just enough so that our lower parts were pressed together. I found that she was fully ready as I slid all the way into her. I could not believe this was happening, but, oh, did she feel good.

“Gently, gently,” she whispered into my ear.

So I went slow and easy. After only a few times of in and out, however, I knew I was about to explode. I stopped deep within her and squeezed her to me. She held on tight. I marveled at the wonderful feeling of her breasts against my chest. After a short while, I felt the urgency rising in my loins once again. As I was about to explode, she whispered, “Not yet.” So I stopped again and waited for her. Finally she began to move, and I joined her in coordinated thrusts. “Now!” she cried, and we both drove to a shattering climax.

Needless to say, I was no longer cold. After a while she said to me, “I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to leave. Will you be all right now?”

I assured her that I was fine, and though my pants were still wet, they were warm now, and I had a dry shirt in my car.

She said, “I’ve never done anything like this before. I’m sorry, but I just want to go on my way now. I wish you all the luck in the world. I don’t know anything about you, but I know you are pretty special, based on what you just did.”

“You’ve done pretty well yourself,” I replied. “You’ve given me one of the best experiences of my life.”

I got out of the truck and walked around to the other side as she rolled the window down. She leaned out, and we kissed, but said nothing. I turned and walked to my car, with the sound of her truck getting fainter as it rambled down the road.