“Look ma’am, I’ve already lowered the price past my bottom dollar. If I go anymore I’ll be losing money.”

“Oh come on. You’ve had it listed for sale for months, it hasn’t moved and based on how much you’ve dropped it, no one wants it,” I say back, squeezing my elbows together, trying to persuade him one way or another. “I just got out of college and I’ve been saving for years.”

He sighs and rubs his face with his hands, “fine. You have a deal.”

Not thinking, I ran over to him and jumped in his arms giving him a big hug. “Oh. Sorry. I-. Just a little excited.”

“No no. It’s okay. I see how bad you wanted it.”

Finally, a 1986 K10, completely restored with the camper top on back, ready to explore the back roads of Alaska. I had been eyeing it all year and each time he dropped the price, it was closer to being mine.

I had everything ready. The truck was the last piece of the puzzle so when I got back to the house, everything went together. I loaded up all the gear I’d been collecting over the last couple of years. It was a lot but it should keep me alive and warm as long as I’m out here. I didn’t know where I was going, just knew that it would be cold and to always prepare for snow.

The trip was mostly filled with driving. It wasn’t until I found a gas station with a nice diner to pull over and stretch my legs. It had been lightly snowing for the past couple of hours so it was nice to get out and feel it against my skin.

“Sit anywhere you’d like hun,” a female voice from the back called out.

I made my way to the corner booth facing my truck so I could keep an eye on it. I grabbed a map from the salt and pepper stand and tried my best to find my next stop.

“Where ya headed?” The voice from the back, now sitting on the other side of me.

“Well, I don’t know. I don’t really have a plan.”

She looks me up and down, “you’re not the first this year. Let’s hope you’re not the last. Good for business,” and laughs. “What can I get for you?”

“Coffee. Black. And…umm. Whatever you get. I’m pretty hungry.”

“Oh honey, I don’t eat here.”

“That’s..reassuring… give me whatever he’s having,” I say pointing to the man at the bar.”

“That’s Luke, he’s a regular here, same time everyday. One of…them coming right up.”

That was very reassuring.

The waitress walks over to Luke and I can see her talking to him while looking at me. He lifts his head and I can see his body make a small motion like he let out a small laugh. But there wasn’t anything small about him. From what I could tell of him sitting at the bar he was well over sit foot and looked like he had a dad bod. I couldn’t tell what they were saying but I noticed a handshake between them.

A few minutes later the bell rang at the counter and the waitress started to bring my food. Three large burgers, fries, chili, cornbread, sausage, fruit, and an apple pie with extra whip cream.

I looked up at the waitress, “he ordered this?”

She looks back at Luke and smiles, “everyday. Good luck”

He doesn’t bother to look back and it hit me what they were shaking about. They were betting that I wouldn’t be able to finish all this food. Challenge accepted.

It took longer than I wanted but half an hour later I was scraping the leftover whipped cream from the plate.

The waitress came over, a look of disappointment on her face. “Damn.”

She grabbed my empty plates and walked over to him, handing him a 20 from her apron.

I walked over to the bar and climbed up onto the stool. “Do I get half?”

He takes a sip of his coffee and hands the 20 back to the waitress, holding up a two with his hand. She reaches into her apron and pulls out two tens. He slaps one on the bar and slides it over to me, winks, and gets up.

As cold as it was, a sudden feeling of warmth crept up from the pit of my stomach.

He gets up from his seat and with a deep voice, “it’s going to get bad tonight, there’s a turn a few hours up the road, just before the river. Just follow down that trail and you’ll have a nice campsite. But there are bears and moose.” He tips his hat and walks out.

I looked over at the waitress and said sarcastically, “well you heard the tall, mysterious, sexy man, I guess I better get going.”

She hands me a couple pieces of cornbread, “good luck out there, he wasn’t kidding about the bear and moose. And he’s not mysterious, he just gets nervous around pretty women he doesn't know.”

“Thank you.”

I spent the next two hours trying to find this road he mentioned. I knew it was close but the road just kept getting longer and longer.

Half an hour later I found it and he was right, it was a trail and not a road. I followed the clearing through the snow and finally found the spot. It was perfect. Right next to the river so I could fish if I wanted, surrounded by trees, dead and alive so I could have a nice fire.

An hour went by and I had a nice rolling fire going but I knew it wouldn’t last long knowing what Luke said about it getting bad. I couldn’t help but think about him. Where he lived. What he did for a living out here. If he ate that diner every night did he have food at his place? Or a fire. Maybe a furnace. I bet he was sitting shirtless on his front porch like the big manly man he was, “oh look at me, I’m so warm out here in this snow.”

My laughter turned into that warm feeling at the base of my stomach again, aching to see him again. “Maybe tomorrow I would go up to the diner again once the snow stopped and see if he was there and this time introduce myself properly. Maybe he would take me back to his place and-,” I stopped myself from going any further, my hand had crept its way into my pants, circling my clit at the thought.

“What is wrong with me,” I thought. It had been a few hours since I parked and I decided to climb out of the truck to get my mind off of being horny and to see if it was still snowing. I grabbed my snowshoes and my big jacket and climbed out. I sank immediately. At Least a foot of snow in the last 2 hours, only the steaming coals to show that I had been here.

The stars were absolutely amazing. I could see everything. No towns nearby create light, just darkness. I scanned over the mountain tops when I noticed a small cabin on the hillside. A light blinked in the window and smoke piled out of the chimney. “Man, I bet it’s so warm in there. I wonder if it’s-“ I stop myself again, knowing where my mind is going.

I walked over to the side of the river, the ice covering the top but the sounds of running water underneath. “Well ice fishing is still fishing,” I said to myself.

I made my way back to the camper and filled the outside heater with the coals from the fire. The heat should make its way into the camper without the fumes to kill me.

Inside the camper was warm enough that I didn’t have to use all my blankets so I stripped down to my thermal underwear and got comfortable.

I woke up an hour to two later and instantly knew something was wrong. Ice hung from the ceiling and I could barely feel my toes. I looked out the window and noticed the heater filled with ice and snow and tipped over, creating an opening in the roof of the truck allowing snow to come into the truck. I went into full panic. There were no more coals on the ground and there was no way I could start another fire in these conditions.

I bundled up the best I could, snow boots, gloves, and went to grab the blankets but they were soaking wet. I looked out the window to see if anyone had joined the campsite overnight but it was pitch black. I jumped out to get a better look and somehow more snow had piled on the ground. It had to be two feet and was easily touching my thighs. I looked around and remembered the cabin on the hill. It’s light still blinking in the window. It was my only option. If I didn’t try to make it there I would freeze to death in the back of the truck. I grabbed my shotgun and threw it on my back, and used my ski poles to march forward.

There was only one obstacle. The river. It was mostly frozen but the water still flowed underneath. I could turn around and go back and try to make it to the road but in these conditions I don’t think anyone would be out or I could cross the river and pray the ice didn’t cave in.

I had to take a chance on what I knew and that was that someone was in that cabin. I took my first step on the river and a small crack shot across the ice. My heart jumped but the ice stayed firm. Another step. And another. One foot after the other and I was halfway across. With each step the ice cracked more and more. I could practically touch the other side so I jumped but the ice below me gave way. I sunk down to my chest, my toes barely touching the ground. Any breath I had in my chest instantly went away. My boots started to fill with water. I tried to break the ice with my fist to make it to the other side but it was taking too long. I jumped trying to grab onto anything, my legs flailing under the water, screaming for anyone to hear. It was no use. They couldn’t hear me. I was slowing down and my teeth chattered.

My foot caught onto a rock under the ice. It was big enough to use to step out. I used all my strength to push off and I was out but it didn’t matter. The damage was done. I couldn’t feel my lower half, I know every part of me was blue. The light of the cabin blinking slowly on the beautiful mountainside.

“Hold on. Stay awake,” a faint voice yelled.

It was too good to be true. It had to be my mind playing tricks on me as I faded away. A pair of arms, one around my back and the other under my knees, so gentle, kind, warm. I was being carried to whatever afterlife there was. And it was him carrying me. Luke.

“D-damn. I f-f-figured, you w-would at-at least sh-sh-shirtless to take me-me-me home.”

It was perfect. My afterlife was a small cabin on the hill that smelt of cinnamon and hot cocoa. With a handsome man to accompany me.

“No. Not today. Not going to die today. I told you about that site. Not today. Hold on, we're almost inside.”

This was the last thing I remember. I woke up in a bed, a roaring fire to my side, my shirt was..bigger than I remember. And my thermals…where are my thermals?

“Didn’t think you’d make it,” a familiar deep voice spoke.

“What happened?”

“You fell into the river. I heard your screams and when I looked towards your truck I noticed no light.”

I sat up, my breast brushing against the wool flannel, almost exposing myself to him.

“You…changed me?”

“Would you rather have freezed to death in the frozen thermals?”

Silence.

“But don’t worry, I only cuddled you for a few hours.”

“Wha-“

That feeling of warmth started to rise again, this time it felt so good I didn’t want to ignore it. My face went red and I could feel myself getting wet.

“I need to get back to my truck.”

“Not anytime soon I fear, after I rescued you, another foot of snow came through, you can barely see your truck.”

I stood up and looked out the window, he was right, a little bit of orange peaked through but that was it.

He cleared his throat, looking away and pointing at my legs. I wasn’t wearing any pants and my ass was on full display. I didn’t try to cover up, he had seen it all when changing me but I noticed him adjusting his pants.

“Did you have a boner when cuddling me too?” I smirked, thinking it would be funny to pick on him even though he saved my life.

“Well skin to skin is the best way to warm someone up,” he shot back.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Well I’m still cold,” I said as I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing my breast.

He looks me up and down, not taking his eyes off, “I don’t even know your name.”

“Didn’t know you needed someone’s name to fuck them.”

He jumped up and ripped his shirt off, grabbing me under my thighs, my legs wrapping around him. Our tongues fighting for control, “it’s Lily.”

He slams me onto the bed, throwing my legs open, his tongue exploring every crease, his hands wrapping around my breast and massaging just the right points.

I rub my hands through his hair, grinding my pussy up and down his tongue and lips. I’m no match for him, I’m 5 foot tall on a good day, but he lets me control it. I stand up, licking my juices from his lips while unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants. His cock springs up and slaps my stomach, his length, his body, all so perfect.

I guided him to sit down next to the fire, one hand wrapped around his cock, the other against his chest. I slowly stroke him up and down. “How will I ever repay you?”

He groans as I increase the tempo.

A drip of precum starts to drip but I catch it, wrapping my lips around his cock, taking him as deep as I can before gagging. He grabs a handful of hair, not to force me down, but to keep it out of my way.

“It’s okay to be rough.”

“Only if you beg.”

I wrap both hands around his cock, twisting in opposite directions as I suck. His legs jump every time my tongue hits the back of his head.

“Lily-I’m cl-“

I lift my head up, spit stringing down my face and onto my best. He looks like he’s about to cum so I grab his cock and squeeze as hard as I can. He jumps and groans acting like he is cumming but nothing happens. I let go and a single stream of cum leaks out. I run my tongue up from his balls to the tip, wasting none.

I climb grab his balls and squeeze, just hard enough to cause him to panic, “fuck. Me.”

He smiles and in one quick motion grabs me by the throat and pushes me against the wall. One hand firmly around my throat, the other two fingers deep into my pussy. His hands are the largest I’ve ever seen, the largest I’ve ever felt. They wrap around my entire throat, his fingers touching areas that have never been touched.

“That’s all?”

His face turns from a smile to pure lust. He picks me up and lays me on the bed on my stomach, facing the fire.

“Maybe, if I punish you, while you stare at the fire, you won’t jump into a freezing river again.”

Before I could speak he lined up his cock and pushed his full length inside me. I tried to jerk my head back with pure pleasure but his hands kept me from moving.

“Oh fuck yes. Please. Harder. Please. Punish me.”

He did.

Each thrust, taking his full length in and out. My legs shaking, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I try to bite into the bed to muffle my scream but he grabs my hair and forces me to look at the fire, “no one is out here baby girl, no one can hear you scream.”

So I scream..

The crackling of the fire, the slapping of his balls against my clit. My pleasured screams. His groans. Warmth filling inside. The smell of cinnamon and sex.