by Kira Blakely
I was shivering and needed to get my own clothes off. Glancing over the seat into the back, I knew the only thing I could do for her was to share body heat. I told myself that was wisdom and not lust, but neither logic argued, so I gave in.
Unbuckling my belt and my pants, I slid them off quickly, including the silk boxers my last girlfriend, Mariah, had given me for Christmas. How ironic that I wore them the first time when Mariah was not there to enjoy them. My shirt and t-shirt followed within seconds and now we were both completely naked.
I crawled into the back with the girl, Elspeth, and maneuvered her against my body, wrapping the stadium blanket over us. I would have preferred to lie on the top, but was afraid I’d crush her; she was probably less than half my weight. I decided to turn so she was facing me, and we were both on our hips. I took the outside and sandwiched her between my naked body and the back seat. I couldn’t help it; no matter how cold I was, I had a full erection at the touch of her skin against mine.
I lay there, aching with the need to explore her vulnerable body and whatever sense of honor that remained in me struggling to come up with a game plan. Without more gas, rationing would have to begin soon. There was no way to anticipate how long we’d be stuck there. Water, obviously, was not going to be a problem. I had a fifth of Jim Beam in the back—an element of my party provisions for Jay’s house. I remembered, though, that you should never give someone alcohol when hypothermia was a danger—something about it slowing the heart and making the effects of the cold speed up.
The vehicle was nicely warm and eventually I quit shivering. I knew that at the rate the snow was falling, our tailpipe would get covered and we could get asphyxiated. Eventually, I would have to pull on my damp clothes, climb out, and clear it. I’d also have to begin rationing the gas, turning the Escalade off about every ten minutes.
“I’m so cold,” came her soft voice against my chest. “Please, can you warm me up?”
I rolled my eyes at the implications I wished she meant, but I knew she hadn’t. At least she was awake now, so that was a good sign.
“Hey, there,” I told her, my voice low with need for her. “I was afraid I’d lost you.” I pulled her head against my chest. I could smell the smoke in her hair, but it was velvety soft. “You’re going to be fine. I had to take off your wet clothes, but they’re hanging up to dry now.”
“Why aren’t you wearing clothes?” came her soft, but completely understandable question.
“I got wet, too. I packed snow in my shirt when I ran into the fire to pull you out. They’re up front. Are you okay… with this?” I asked, indicating our nakedness, as if she had a choice.
She mirrored my thoughts. “Do I have a choice?”
“No, guess not.” I tried to smile. “I see your name is Elspeth. I’m Finn.”
“I guess so.”
“What do you mean? Your name isn’t Elspeth?”
“That sounds familiar,” she said, wiggling against me to get closer. If I had been shrinking down below, that was no longer the case.
The question of the moment was not the state of my erection, but her confusion. “Is your name Elspeth or not?”
She shrugged.
“You don’t know?”
She shook her head against my chest.
“Do you know your last name?”
She shrugged again.
“What were you doing in that shack?”
There was no movement. I pulled back and her eyes were wide as they looked up at me.
“You don’t know?”
“No,” she whispered, tears wetting her eyes as she realized evidently that she was lost in more than one way. “What’s the matter with me? Why don’t I remember?” she asked, her voice emotional and on the verge of a real cry.
I quickly pulled her head back against my chest and patted it, suddenly remembering. “You have a bruise on the back of your head, at the top of your neck. Do you know how it got there? Did you fall? Run into something?”
She said nothing for a few moments and repeated, “I don’t know.”
I wanted desperately to believe that she was telling me the truth and not hiding something she knew would piss me off. I patted the back of her head reassuringly again. “Don’t worry. It’ll come back to you. Probably just a little stunned from all you’ve been through. We won’t worry about that now,” I resolved aloud.
She seemed to accept this and it caused a niggling suspicion in me that she might be glad I’d dropped it. It didn’t matter; there were more pressing matters at hand. “Okay, look, I need to climb up front and try one more time to get us unstuck. If I can’t, I’m going to get out and make sure the tailpipes are clear. Otherwise, we’ll gas ourselves. In a while, I’ll have to shut off the car and conserve the fuel. Don’t know how long we could be stuck here. This blizzard doesn’t look like a temporary thing.”
She nodded against my chest. In the glow of the instrument panel, I saw her look up at me again, as if sizing up my inclination to hurt her in some way.
“It’ll be okay, I swear,” I said and wondered when I’d begun giving a shit about another person.
Chapter 4
Elspeth
What is going on? Why can’t I remember what happened? He called me Elspeth and it sort of feels right, but I’m not sure. Is he right? Did I hurt my head and it made me forget? Will I remember?
I felt him roll back and tuck the blanket in around me. He climbed between the front seats and as he did so, I got a full look at a muscled form, bare buttocks and, as he turned to slide between the seats, a fully erect penis. He looked like the statue of David by Michelangelo. Huh, I remembered that, didn’t I? Anyway, he was perfectly proportioned.
His eyes were intense and a deep blue, like that crayon in my box I’d saved for making pictures of thunderstorms. Where did that come from? He had dark brows and long, black lashes. His sable brown hair was neatly short, as was the moustache above his full lips. I felt a rush inside myself and was a little less cold, just thinking about him lying against me.
He put the vehicle into gear, both directions, and gave it gas but we didn’t move an inch. I knew we were in a mess but I tried not to complain. That probably wouldn’t help, and it could mean pain for me.
I was amazed to see him climb out of the car, still naked, and approach the back. I knew he didn’t have anything to use to clear the snow, not even his shoes, so I sat up and tapped on the window, holding up one of my boots. He nodded, opened my door, and quickly grabbed it. He pounded around the back of the car and then literally ran the short distance and jumped back into the warmth.
“Okay, we’re going to have to shut it down for a while,” he said and turned the vehicle off.
I hoped it would restart.
There was nothing for him to do but climb back onto the seat with me. There was no light inside now, so everything was done with a sense of feel. I held out my hand in the darkness, and he found it. His hand was cold, but his grip was strong.
I lifted the blanket, and he slid back beside me. This time, he moved to lie with his back to the seat and held me against him to the outside.
“Damn it’s cold out there!” he swore and I could feel his body shivering. I did all I could think to do, and that was to lay my leg over the top of his, pulling him toward me slightly.
It did something else, however—something quite unintentional. I hadn’t calculated the difference in our heights and when I opened my leg, his penis now rested against my vagina. I froze like that, not sure what to do. If I moved, it would rub against me and likely stimulate him.
“Finn?” I said softly.
“Yeah?” He choked out the word, and I knew why. He had grown against me and his penis was now between my upper thighs, causing me to straddle him.
“Uhm, can you move a little?” I asked in a small voice.
He shifted lower and now his penis was pressed upward, its tip nestled in between my labia lips. This wasn’t what I had expected, but I didn’t
know what to say. If I asked him to move the opposite direction, judging by the size of him, it would press hard into my tummy and I was still feeling somewhat nauseous.
“Want me to move again?” he asked hoarsely.
I shook my head in the darkness. “No,” I whispered, although I wasn’t sure why. “No, that’s fine.”
“It’s a little crowded, but there’s not much choice right now,” he ventured and I nodded.
His arm was wrapped beneath me, holding me so I didn’t roll off the seat. That resulted in my being cradled against him, and I could feel my nipples growing hard as they pressed into the coarse hairs of his chest. His free hand tucked the blanket around to the back of me, leaving our skin on the topside open to the air. His hand rested on top of my shoulder, but only for a few minutes. His breathing grew more rapid and I could feel his heart beating against my ear. He began to absentmindedly stroke my upper arm, saying, “Shhh… shhh…” to soothe my worries as he did so.
His hand stroked lower and brushed against my breast. The effect was electrifying. His hand froze, and my nipples shot little sparks of something wonderful downward.
His hand moved again and although I knew I should say or do something, I didn’t want to. His fingers grazed the outside of my breast, and then rolled below to hold one of them in his hand. I was experiencing something so delicious that had I died the next moment, it would have been the most enchanting sensation of my entire life—at least I assumed it was, I couldn’t remember.
I looked up to study the outline of his face in the darkness. His lips came down onto mine, and I had the sensation of being pulled into a warm, yet hard cavern. His tongue slid over mine and then furiously combed the inside of my mouth, his lips pulsing on mine. His mouth felt almost double the size of mine. I felt dominated, but cherished. I opened my mouth and explored his with my own tongue, an action that made him groan.
The roaming hand moved downward now, over my hip and down the incline of my thigh to my pussy. His fingers touched me there, tentatively at first, and then parted my labia, where the tip of his penis waited, straining to enter. I let it.
I moved my leg enough to open myself widely to him, and he didn’t waste a moment. His hand rolled to the back of my bottom, pulling me against him as he entered me, smoothly and quickly filling me with his girth. It felt wonderful and somehow right—had I known this man before?
He sighed, a sound of immense relief. His hips began thrusting forward, his hard penis pushing deeply until he touched my backside, as his hand, one finger inserted into my ass, kept me hard against him. He rocked for the both of us, and my legs opened wider with each of his thrusts.
He stopped for a moment and lifted me then, rolling onto his back and lowering me upon him, his hand pressed into my bottom to keep me steady. There wasn’t enough room for me to plant my knees or feet, so I had to rely on him lifting me up and down onto him.
I rolled my head, my hair spilling onto his chest. It must have stimulated him more because he pumped harder and much faster. I felt like I was riding a galloping horse, his hands on my hips as he held us… allowing just enough room for him to slide in and out of me.
I felt the growing heat, like magma filled with sparkles about to pour outward between my legs. He must have had the same response as he cried out and with three giant lunges, he buried himself almost flat to my belly and his lava exploded into me. We were both shuddering with the release, my heart racing from the exertion and the lusty explosion taking place inside me.
“Jesus!” he exclaimed, lowering me flat atop him, his arms folding over me and spreading the blanket over as much of me as he could. I laid my head back upon his chest, listening to the hammering sound of his heart and waited as his breathing slowed. “Are you cold?” he asked me.
“No,” I sighed.
He chuckled. “Me, either.”
Chapter 5
Finn
“What makes you think my name is Elspeth?” she whispered.
“Your necklace—it spells it out.”
I could feel the slight movement of her arm—an involuntary reaction to feel around her neck. There wasn’t enough room for more body shifting.
“It’s there. I saw it,” I assured her.
“Your name is Finn.”
I nodded, but felt like I should whisper, too. There was something about being cocooned in this white world without heat that made you want to fill it with breath.
“Finn, where are we?” Her voice was so soft; it was almost childlike and yet there was nothing but pure woman lying against me.
“I pulled you out of that shack—you were on the floor, passed out. It’s on fire.”
“Why was I in a shack? Is that where I live?”
“You don’t know?”
I felt her head shake. “No.”
I was perplexed. “What do you remember?”
She didn’t answer. I could almost hear her thinking—whether it was formulating an excuse or taking inventory, I wasn’t sure.
“We happen to have some time on our hands at the moment. Why not pass the time by telling me what you do know?” I settled down as much as I could with her naked body layered against mine and waited.
“You go first—maybe it will trigger something in me. Do you know me?” She was reaching, but I wasn’t sure what for.
“Fair enough. Finn Tremaine, businessman, Chicago, unmarried, up here on a dare from a few buddies and no, I’d never seen you before the moment I found you in that burning shack. Do anything for you?”
She was thoughtful. “Not especially.” She shook her head. “What kind of business?”
“Look, Elspeth, assuming that’s who you are. I just saved your life and you’re worried about the details of my business plan?” I felt I had to set some boundaries on this game she was playing, or was she?
“I’m not trying to aggravate you, Finn. I swear to Jesus, all I know for sure is that you and I just made love. You can see why I might have come to the conclusion that we were already acquainted?” She sounded like a Southern belle whose virginity was being questioned by a possible suitor.
She was a little late in trying to reclaim her dignity, but I felt for her. I hadn’t meant to rape her; it had become… I searched for the right words… a fucking of dire need, like administering CPR. Sure! That was the best way of looking at it.
“All right, I’ll give you that. Are you okay with, well, with what happened?”
“I wish I knew what it meant,” she said.
“Women! You’re always needing to know what everything means. Look, we were both wet, we needed our body heat, and the confines of this damned car put us in an intimate situation—with an unavoidable, but healthy, outcome. Right?”
She nodded. “If you say so.”
I could tell this conversation needed an upturn or we’d be bickering and naked against each other for the foreseeable future. Not that it would be so terribly unpleasant, but that’s generally how relationships went south in a hurry. That’s when I realized, she wasn’t arguing—she just wasn’t filling in her side of the conversation. Can she really be that good of an actress? Is it possible she isn’t acting?
She burrowed more closely against me and I felt the urge rising again. It wasn’t that I was fighting the idea, but whatever shreds of gentlemanly behavior I had left were screaming that I needed to find a way to prevent our impending death before I began cavorting again. That said, I could think of less pleasant ways to die.
“Okay, here’s my plan,” I started to explain. “I’m going to start the car long enough to hold our clothes over the heat vents and at least get something dry enough for warmth. I want you to stay wrapped in this stadium blanket while I man the vents up front and you hold your clothes against the vents back here. We’ll do that at a few intervals and eventually our clothing will dry enough to warm us up. In the meantime, someone might come by. If not, then I’ll come up with plan B.”
Elspeth nodded and I braced myself for the col
d air as I vaulted into the front seat. I could feel her eyes on me and I had to admit, it wasn’t an altogether unpleasant experience. I would have rather watched her go over the seat but this was survival, or so I told myself. I cranked up the car and tossed her the shirt and panties she’d been wearing. We each held our things to the warm air, turning them from side to side to spread the warmth. I realized I couldn’t let the intervals go too long between heat-ups because it took the car too long to warm up again.
We finally managed to dress ourselves, and I had Elspeth climb into the front seat with me. I shut off the back vents and hung the stadium blanket like a curtain by shoving it into the clothes hooks. I calculated it was worth it since the front heated more quickly with the reduction in space.
My next strategy was to jam my silk boxers under the windshield wiper—my version of a “Help” flag. Elspeth said nothing during this process, but watched. I was rubbing my arms to increase the friction heat when she finally spoke up. “Do you have jumper cables?”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course, but that’s not going to do us any good. Our battery is fine; it’s gasoline we’re running low on. We’re exposed as hell sitting here in a white-out, and in a white car, I might add.”
“I know,” she replied in a matter-of-fact tone. “I thought maybe a fire would be helpful.”
“A fire.” I was missing her point.
“We can build a signal fire and keep warm by it. It will also warn people we’re stuck here.”
“How are we going to do that? Do you have a lighter or matches? No, you barely have clothes. I sure don’t, either.”
“Go and find some dead leaves and twigs over there.” She pointed across the roadway. “Small wood for now.”
“Then what?” My instincts were telling me to hear her out.
“Then get me your jumper cables, and I’ll show you.”
I had no better plan and shrugged. Bracing for the cold again, I left the car and brought back what she’d asked for. I found them beneath the heavy boughs of a pine and once I rolled over a log, what lay beneath was relatively dry.
