"I'm freezing my butt off!" I whispered to Craig as we traipsed behind his parents at the new Buck Snort Christmas Tree Farm & Emporium located in southern Ohio. We circled, then walked by yet another perfect-looking Douglas fir. (Or blue spruce or pine...potato, pa-tah-toe...they all looked the same to me.)

I'd always gone for the reusable plastic variety of Christmas tree myself. Not as atmospheric, certainly, but there was no debating that it was a heck of a lot easier to pull branches out of a box than to hike through snowy tundra for over an hour.

"Even my underwear feels soggy," I muttered, sinking ankle deep into the pristine white trails, unmarked after the five inches of accumulated "flurries." Flurries? Ha!

"That's what you get for making snow angels, angel." Craig tugged on one end of my snow-logged scarf, pulling me closer. He skimmed his hand down my back and over my bottom, copping a feel through three layers of clothing (my jeans, satin panties, and parka). "The minute we were out of the car, you were on the ground. I told you to wait."

"Yeah, well you could have told me we'd be out here longer than it takes ice to freeze. In seventy-degree weather." I wiggled my hips so his palm could reach my other cheek. "I feel like a freaking snow cone," I complained, "without the cherry syrup."

"Ummm, cherries..." Craig leaned down and kissed my too-numb-to-notice lips. "Every time you order one of those damned cherry slushes, I think of our first time together." I'd been a virgin when we'd met, but four months of dating Craig had cured me of any outdated notions of waiting for marriage. At twenty-two, I wasn't anywhere near ready to get married, but one look at Craig's bare chest and I was ready to get on the pill, get naked, and offer up my cherry if he was interested. (He was.)

"I'm really cold," I insisted, "and your talk of frozen slushes isn't helping."

"Bet I could warm you up, Icicle Girl."

My ears, although feeling the burn of frostbite through my damp hat, were working fine and I heard the sensual promise in his voice. Since we'd been dating the past ten months, Craig had turned me into a complete wanton. I thought of the way he'd recently introduced me to the pleasurable art of seductive spanking and need flared between my legs. "I bet you could, too."

Craig had brought me "home" for Thanksgiving, to meet his parents and they'd put us in separate bedrooms. Football and Thanksgiving Dinner (they went hand-in-hand according to Craig) were over and the rest of his family had cleared out, so it was only the four of us for the remainder of the long weekend.

I figured we could slip out later this evening, tell them we were taking in a movie and catch a quickie in the car. Or maybe a double feature. I smiled at the thought, eager to have his hands on me.

Craig unzipped his jacket and pulled me into the warmth of his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and crammed my freezing fingers into his back pockets. He chuckled. "Wishing you hadn't left your gloves in the car?"

I growled.

"I offered to go get 'em," he had the audacity to remind me.

Wanting to make him pay, I tugged the hem of his flannel shirt free, swept my hands under the bottom edge, and pressed them to his bare back. His sharp intake of breath told me I'd scored. "Like ice, aren't they?"

"Cold hands, warm twat."

"Shhh," I hissed, releasing him and returning my fingers to the inside of his snug back pockets. "Your dad is right there!" I saw a flash of yellow between snow-covered branches, the parakeet-bright cap knitted by Craig's mother, complete with Elmer Fudd earflaps. (Mine was hot pink, minus the flaps.)

Craig flicked a snowflake off my nose and bent to whisper, "Dad is too concerned with selecting the tallest tree to care about what we're doing. I could lay you flat out on the snow and have you so hot it'd be melting beneath you in ten seconds flat."

"Eloise, what do you think?" Don's booming baritone asked through the branches. "Are we going to find one at this newfangled emporium or should we drive up the road to Pete's Pines? Nothing wrong with a good pine."

"Have this frozen body so hot it melts snow? Feeling a bit boastful, aren't you?" I snuggled closer, knowing he was right. If only we'd had the foresight to take another trail, one by ourselves. Ah, well. There was still that double feature to look forward to. "Tonight why don't we sneak—" "Not tonight, my everything-but-frigid angel. Now." He wrapped his arms around my back and insinuated his fingers between my denim-clad thighs, hauling my hips against his.

Through the layers separating us, his erection pressed against my stomach. "Now?" I squeaked, throwing caution to the frosty wind as I pulled my hands free from his back pockets and brought them between us. Gliding my palms under his flannel shirt, I sunk my fingers into his waistband and encountered the tip of his penis, already protruding from the elastic band of his briefs. I swallowed, growing instantly damp at the thought of doing anything here, with his parents only yards away.

Through a thick copse of trees, I heard his mother call out, "Come look at this one, Don, kids! It's perfect!"

Craig ignored her; I did, too. "Here? Are you sure?" I traced the head of his cock, teasing it to grow even longer.

His hips bucked. "Damn straight. Here and now." He ripped off one of his gloves and yanked the hem of my jacket up to slide his bare hand inside my jeans and past my panties, squeezing my ass. I squirmed, ready for him.

He moved his hand and his fingertips curved over my backside, sliding between my legs. One long finger teased my wet entrance. My thighs clenched and my entire body suddenly felt heated, steamy hot, burning with desire.

Without forethought, my wicked hands were fumbling with his belt buckle, heading for the button on his jeans.

His finger circled my opening, passed it, and pushed high, finding my clit. "Dad, is that the one?" Craig called, sounding remarkably composed for someone who'd just unzipped his jeans and pushed his underwear down with one hand, revealing an amazingly impressive erection, despite the thirty-plus degree temperatures.

At once, the few sips of hot chocolate I'd consumed before venturing into the forest was warming me all the way down to my toes, heating the V of my thighs to boiling. I rotated my pelvis, aching for him to touch me harder, my fingers abandoning him to frantically tear at the front zipper of my own jeans.

But wait, we couldn't have sex outside—at a Christmas tree farm and with his parents thirty feet away.

Or could we? The lightly falling snow and thick trees hid us from any but direct observation and—oh, God—Craig had just pushed my jeans past my hips and was taking off his jacket.

"Nah," his father hollered back. "It's too little. Your mother wants to settle for a pipsqueak of a tree and get back to the car. Have you two found anything worth chopping down?"

"Not yet. Take mom back to the car, if you want," Craig responded, covering my bare ass with his ungloved hands. Sparks of light shot straight from each cheek to my recently abandoned clit. My legs were shaking, my mind turned to mush. "We'll keep looking, a bit farther up the trail." "You sure?" Don yelled. "Pete's Pines is sounding better by the minute."

"But I wanted a fir this year!" I heard his mom shout through the wispy snowfall, while inside my loins Craig had created a blizzard of desire. "I'm tired of vacuuming up dropped needles every day." Craig chuckled and lifted me off my feet, whispering, "You and my mother...always tidying up." He knelt in the snow and placed my bare butt directly on his jacket. My jeans were bunched above my ankles, held in place by my heavy hiking boots. My knees splayed open and Craig stared intently at the view as he hollered over the trees, "Don't settle, if it's not big enough, you'll never be satisfied."

I watched him curve his hand around his long cock and pump its length several times. "Definitely big enough," I said, feeling less like a snow angel and more like a snowbound slut. My hips arched off the coat, toward his flushed penis. I needed him in me. "If you don't quit teasing me with the sight of that thing," I threatened, "I'm going to yell out that we've just found the perfect tree."

Craig grinned. "I love it when you get demanding." He quickly glanced around us, making sure we had a moment more to ourselves (heck, all I needed was ten seconds of his plunging dick and I knew I'd be warm the rest of the day), then he positioned himself between my thighs and rammed in hard. I muffled my squeal as my body took him inside, clasping hungrily at his cock.

I squeezed my knees around his waist, wishing my legs were free and I could wrap them around him and pull him in deeper. Hearing my unspoken plea, Craig pulled completely out, then lunged in again, sliding me several inches backward on his jacket.

Snow crept past the edges of my coat and assaulted my lower back, freezing the skin instantly. The sensation—one of such sharp, sudden intensity—reminded me of being spanked and I intentionally levered my butt off his jacket and into the snow.

Craig pounded into me repeatedly. The snow numbed my ass and I bit my lip, loving the fierce sensations as much as the look on his face as he stared down at me, his brow furrowed in concentration beneath his navy knitted hat.

"Did they leave?" I grunted between thrusts, bringing my hands up underneath his shirt to touch the muscles cording his heated stomach.

"Don't care." He angled his hips and brought one hand between our bodies to thumb my clit. "Hot enough now?"

His touch sent me over the edge. I orgasmed around his cock, the liquid of my release flooding past his thumb and dripping between our bodies, heading down the crevice of my ass and into the snow. "Oh, yeah...oh, ohhh! Ahhh…"

Over and over, I slid up and down his erection, prolonging the muscle spasms quivering through my abdomen as long as possible. My hips finally stilled, my entire lower half still humming from my release. Craig gently pulled his thumb off my clit with a slow glide and brought it to his mouth. He closed his eyes and proceeded to lick my juices off his hand as his cock dove inside me again several times before stopping. He groaned as he came, jerking high between my thighs. His seed bathed my insides and I clutched him harder, my nails digging into his hot skin.

Craig opened his eyes and looked at me confidently. "Told you I could make you melt." Flicking his gaze to the snow-flocked trees surrounding us, he said, "Kind of gives new meaning to the title 'O Christmas Tree,' doesn't it?" And then he started humming, as I laid beneath him laughing and freezing my butt off for real.

* * *

An hour later, with a nine-foot Douglas fir securely tied to the hood of their Tahoe, I sat in the backseat with my legs straightened over Craig's lap and my hands curved around another (large, this time) cup of hot chocolate.

Happy with her fir, his mom was discussing plans for decorating the tree. "And if we finish in time and can still get tickets, I think the Starlight Playhouse is showing a double feature this evening." Hot chocolate shot out of my mouth on a laugh. "Double feature?"

"Sounds like a plan." Craig smoothed his palm up my thigh and winked. "Warm enough, angel?" "Anymore and I’d melt."

"O Christmas Tree," he sang off key, while I tried not to choke on hot chocolate. "O Christmas Tree! Much pleasure thou can'st give me."

Tree hunting had just become my absolute favorite winter sport.

THE END