This morning I settled down at my desk to do some work, rubbing my hands vigorously to try to get them warm. My mood was also a little frosty and I needed a bit of help to get going.

Sadly, my hot cup of tea was now cold and the warmth from the mug no longer provided the heat that I needed.

My extremities were always chilly, even my toes covered in thick, snuggly socks were struggling.

I wriggled them, feeling distracted and not able to concentrate. On the whole, I felt nice and comfy. The big soft fluffy jumper and thermal leggings I wore hugged me tightly and I wrapped my arms around my waist as though embracing myself.

My mind drifted to him. In his part of the world it was in the peak of summer. I jealously thought of him indulging in the sunshine, imagining his tanned, hot body, basking away.

I visualised his hands around my waist instead. The casual stroking on my body caused a stirring between my legs that was not unwelcome.

I had an idea. There was a way I could heat up my hands…well at least one of them anyway, I chuckled to myself at the thought.

I slid my hand underneath my leggings. I gasped as the abruptness of my cold harsh fingers touched my fiery skin. After my initial shock I paused a second, enjoying the contrast in sensation, heat against cold, just like my distant friend, thousands of miles away.

The anticipation of moving my hand further downwards caused a tiny throb in my undies. I delved further and sharply inhaled as I plunged my fingers deep inside.

I imagined his athletic, toned body pressed up against my own.

Hot, lustful and inviting. I slid two fingers inside, my needy cunt inviting them in deeper, encasing them in the blazing red heat my fingers desired. My cunt enjoyed the refreshing intrusion, the icy fingers awakening her further and opening her up.

It wasn't long before I was sliding my fingers in and out rapidly, my other hand shoving my jumper up and grabbing a breast for additional warmth. I envisioned him teasing my nipples and they hardened at the frosty touch of my fingers causing me to pant quickly as I worked.

I was immediately on fire. I eased my fingers in and out, hitting that spot over and over. I fingered harder and more rapidly until finally I relented and orgasmed, feeling my hot wet pussy contract powerfully on my fingers.

I slid my fingers out and sucked, enjoying the sweet, hot juices and feeling satisfied.

Images of my far away friend drifted away and I continued with my day, hands balmy and body happy, until the next time.