Snow Bunnies 4

A cluster of twenty-year-olds are bundled in quilted parkas and waterproof leggings, riding a long snow slide behind the lodge. Their boots leave quick prints along the white slope. One of them accelerates down and the fabric of her leggings pulls taut over a firm ass. Another girl leans forward, breasts pressing against the front of her jacket, nipples stiff from the cold. When they reach the bottom, their pussies feel warm and wet beneath layers of thermals and denim. They scramble up and slide again, tight thighs gripping the molded bank, bottoms sliding through deep, powdery snow. A black knit beanie falls off one girl and her soft hair tumbles over her shoulders. Her slim fingers tug her zipper down a notch, revealing flushed cleavage kissed by small beads of melted ice. The next descent sends her hood flaring and a sudden ridge of the slide catches the crotch seam, grinding fabric against swollen labia. She bites her lip, breath fogging in short bursts, suddenly aroused. The group laughs, flushes on their cheeks darkening, pants or shorts soaked with snow melt between their legs. Snow clings to denim hems and fingered hems. Someone stands to brush wet powder from the crease between cheeks, the motion drawing thumbs intimately over seams. Snowflakes stick to eyelashes. Lips part. Distant laughs mix with the soft rub of fabric as they climb back uphill again, colder wind funneling down zippers and cooling dampness between slick thighs.