Another gust of wind blew and my muscles tensed as if I was about to be knocked over by a tidal wave. Even through four layers of clothing, plus my downy jacket, the cold air still cut right through to my bones. I yanked the wool cap down tighter on my head and shivered.

Figures, the year I decide to camp out for a Black Friday deal the temperatures decide to set a new record low for November. I pulled my phone from my jeans. Three twelve a.m. and nineteen degrees. Damn. I looked longingly at the electronic store doors that wouldn’t open for another two hours and forty-eight minutes and imagined the warm rush of air that would hit my face when I made a mad dash inside.

I wanted so badly to crawl back into the tent I had set up, but I knew that once I curled up inside the thick sleeping bag I would pass out, and I slept like the dead. No way was I going to risk sleeping through my phone alarm and missing out on an Xbox One for two hundred bucks. The store only had ten to sell and I showed up eight hours ago to get the fifth spot in line. I could wait out the cold and sleep when I got home.

Pulling myself up from the frozen concrete, I stretched my legs and bounced in place a bit to get the blood pumping again. My ass was numb and dammit, it felt like icicles had formed on my balls.

The whir of a zipper being pulled drew my attention to my right where customer number four emerged from her tent and started doing the same stay warm dance I was doing. The poor thing looked pathetically cute. Beneath the massive hood of her winter coat I could see her lips were tinged blue and her black rimmed glasses had a thin sheen of frost on them. She started moving from one foot to the other and I realized she wasn’t moving around to keep warm. That was the “I gotta pee” dance.

“Too much coffee?”

“Huh?” she said, turning towards me. “Oh, yeah.” Her face clearly showed the battle she was having over giving up her spot or squatting behind her tent.

“Look, I’ll keep an eye on your stuff and hold your spot, there’s a gas station-“

By the time both the words “thank” and “you” were out of her mouth, she was halfway across the parking lot.

Ten minutes later, my ass was back on the frozen concrete and she was handing me a hot cup of coffee.

“The least I could do,” she said as she folded her legs and sat beside me.

“I may ask for you to return the favor after this is gone,” I said, cupping both of my hands around the hot Styrofoam cup.

“No problem. I’m Amber.” She stuck out her hand and I shook it.

“James.”

“So, James, you here to grab an Xbox One?”

“Yup.”

“Me too.”

“Really? For your boyfriend?” She wasn’t wearing a ring. Yes, I checked.

She scoffed, “Hell no, it’s for me! What, a girl can’t be a gamer?”

I shrugged.

“Besides,” she added, “no man I ever dated is worth this kind of hell.”

“Even if he was good in bed?”

Well, that wasn’t very appropriate, I thought to myself but then she said, “Not even if he had a ten inch cock and made it his business to make me come six ways from Sunday every day of the week.”

Wow.

We made small talk and when our coffee was finished she started to shiver again.

“It’s too damn cold out here,” she said. “I think I’ll go back inside.”

Before ducking back into her tent, she added, “You know, they say the best way to stay warm in temperatures like this is get naked and snuggle.” With a wink, she disappeared.

Wait, is she-?

She left her tent unzipped.

I think she is.

I followed her inside and closed the tent up behind me. She had two sleeping bags, both of them opened all the way, and she was lying between them. Her boots were already off as was her coat and she was wiggling under the sleeping bag blanket like she was working on removing something else. I felt my frozen testicles thaw and my popsicle of a dick twitch.

“What are you waiting for, James?” she said and pulled her jeans from beneath the blanket and tossed them. “Get under here.”

I seemed to have grown an extra set of thumbs as I fumbled with my boots, but once they were off I flung the blanket back and took a good look at the rockin’ body Amber had been hiding under her winter clothes. She still wore a few layers on top, but waist down? Nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and a pair of black wool socks that went all the way up mid-thigh. My cock that was fully defrosted now and hard as fuck, twitched again. She pulled me on top of her and I covered us up.

“Mmm, better already,“ she said while her hands opened up my jeans and pushed them down my legs until I could kick them off. Her thighs parted and I fell between them, settling my full weight on top of her. I buried my face into her hair. Good god, she smelled like sugar cookies.

I didn’t know what to do next. Here I was, half naked between the legs of a hot woman, my noticeably hard dick pressing right into her body, but did she want to fuck? Maybe she really did just want to cuddle to get warm. Then I felt her move.

Her hips rolled just slightly until the head of my cock nestled right between the lips of her pussy, and then she shifted again so that it was against her clit, her panties a thin barrier between us. She started to writhe, using my dick as a fulcrum to get herself off, her hips moving up and down. I could feel her juice soaking through her panties and I pulled my face from her hair to watch hers.

Her lips were shaped into a little round “O” as she moaned quietly. Her eyes were scrunched shut behind the adorable glasses she wore. Suddenly her fingers dug into my ass and she pulled, her hips moving in quick circles now and I could feel her swollen nub rubbing right against the tip of my cock. I gave my hips a little thrust to help her along and then her back arched and she came hard, a loud cry filling the tent. Afraid other shoppers would hear, I covered her mouth with my hand but then she parted her lips and started to suck on my index finger, humming around it.

That was hot. As. Fuck.

I told her so.

“You should taste me,” she purred.

Who am I to argue?

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