Wild Snow
Wild Snow belongs to the following groups:
Blue Room, Deviant Art Welcome, Mature Woman, The Sensual Word and Twisted TalesWild Snow
The cat has another new friend……
…….not the usual waif and stray this one; no, she is of noble caste. High culture, high class, well breed, …excellent in the snow!
We packed winter bags for our usual break in the Alps. Driving all the way; the Cat restless in the back, at once sipping bubbly, then flicking through French Vogue, then moaning, then finally sleeping as we reached the Swiss border. Stretched out on the leather – a long leg flung over the front seat beside my ear, the other slumped on the floor. Her skirt ridden up to give the Police more than a look at her passport. They smiled and waived us through.
The snow was deep, the air still, the night crisp……….
The next day we spotted her; her red hair a flame to melt the frost, her face as pale as the snow that framed it. Slim and sleek in her salopettes, she smiled our way…. The Cat purred!…. but she was gone.. for now at least!
That night… (well after the après ski was a warm memory, and the chalet maid retired for the night, with an equal sense of fatigue, and puzzled excitement from an evening of the bored Cat dropping nuts on the floor and getting some curious pleasure watching Gisele, bend over to pick them up – her short, starched skirt lifting in the air to reveal the pert bottom of youth – the Cat smirked and another walnut would roll over towards the hearth….. and so it went on.) There was a frozen rush of air as the cabin door flew open. Snow and ice swirled in, and through the blizzard breezed Orla, flinging back her fur hood and shaking out the scarlet locks over her shoulders – a smile on her ruby lips as wide as the crescent moon that shone in the star-smothered sky. She marched towards us, and with each step she discarded more fur … a mitten … a scarf….. her coat …… her boots…… her ski pants .. until, for a second, she stood there with a glow about her as vibrant as the northern lights – naked.
There are few times that the Cat has ever seemed shocked by anything – but this was one. It only lasted a second until the emerald princess gave a kiss, so sensual and forthright that it seemed that, in that moment, each exchanged all the carnal knowledge that had been gathered in two lifetimes of hedonism. In an instant each knowing the other like a long lost lover. And in a moment more there was a gleeful cry and the Cat was as naked as her new best friend. A glance, and the two ran from the warmth of the fire and out into the night – rolling in the snow, stimulated by the contrast of the smouldering heat of their exited bodies, and the and the icy embrace of the deep snow. Then back to the bedroom to roll together in the equally deep feather duvet…
…. I grabbed my camera……
Zolton
Haaa. Nice read. : )
Darkmonkey replied
Thanks – glad you liked it!