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Winter survival training becomes the real thing. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off. Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation. “Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision. “Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested. “You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.” “We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested. "Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied. "Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested. Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen. “Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement. With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night. Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now. Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later. Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental. Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt. With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees. Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy. It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever! Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,” I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this. I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left. As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her. “Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering. "Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow. "Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat. I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order, · get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all. "Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch. "Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her. I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in. Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia. I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me. I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick. It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly. "Yeah,” I responded groggily. "We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?' "Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.” “Is she going to be ok?” “Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.” “Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.” “Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily. “Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them. "Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water. “In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered. "I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief. “Uh huh.” “I don't remember.” “I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.” “How did I get out?” “I jumped in after you.” “Didn't you get wet too?” “Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.” She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.” “Not a window, ice.” “How did I get out?” “I pulled you out.” “How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together. “I got us here.” “Why am I naked?” “I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.” She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?” “Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.” “So who saw me naked?” “Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.” “Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown. "Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing. "And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?” “Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.” “I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag. "If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly. "You didn't,” she said. "Didn't what?” “Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.” “Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.” “Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.” “For what?” “For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration. "You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa. There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day. When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine. "Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” I answered with a yawn. "Did we have sex earlier today?” I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams. “Why do you ask?”, I replied. “You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.” “Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.” “I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.” “I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me; “Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?” “Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.” “Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?” It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.” “How many?” she asked, with intense interest. “Oh I don't know. A few.” “Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.” “You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it. “Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.” “Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…” “I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.” “The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?” “Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.” “Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.” “Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.” “I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked. "It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries. "A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.” “You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice. "Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.” “And you just stood there naked and watched?” “How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.” Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness. “Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.” “Finish?” “Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled. "You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'. “Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.” “Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.” “Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently. "What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal. "Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?” “Yeah.” “Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?” “Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling. “Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.” I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?” “I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!” “I guess we watched each other a few times then.” “But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said. “I guess so.” I said quietly. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other. To be continued. By m storyman x for Literotica

Winter survival training becomes the real thing. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip. The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off. Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation. “Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision. “Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested. “You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.” “We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested. "Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied. "Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested. Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen. “Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement. With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night. Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now. Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later. Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental. Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt. With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees. Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy. It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever! Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,” I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this. I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left. As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably. I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her. “Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering. "Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow. "Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat. I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order, · get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all. "Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch. "Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her. I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in. Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia. I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me. I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick. It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly. "Yeah,” I responded groggily. "We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?' "Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.” “Is she going to be ok?” “Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.” “Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.” “Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily. “Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them. "Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water. “In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered. "I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief. “Uh huh.” “I don't remember.” “I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.” “How did I get out?” “I jumped in after you.” “Didn't you get wet too?” “Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.” She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.” “Not a window, ice.” “How did I get out?” “I pulled you out.” “How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together. “I got us here.” “Why am I naked?” “I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.” She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?” “Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.” “So who saw me naked?” “Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.” “Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown. "Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing. "And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?” “Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.” “I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag. "If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly. "You didn't,” she said. "Didn't what?” “Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.” “Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.” “Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.” “For what?” “For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration. "You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa. There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day. When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine. "Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?” “Sure,” I answered with a yawn. "Did we have sex earlier today?” I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams. “Why do you ask?”, I replied. “You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.” “Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.” “I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.” “I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me; “Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?” “Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.” “Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?” It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.” “How many?” she asked, with intense interest. “Oh I don't know. A few.” “Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.” “You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it. “Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.” “Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…” “I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.” “The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?” “Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.” “Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.” “Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.” “I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked. "It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries. "A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.” “You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice. "Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.” “And you just stood there naked and watched?” “How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.” Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness. “Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.” “Finish?” “Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled. "You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'. “Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.” “Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.” “Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently. "What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal. "Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?” “Yeah.” “Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?” “Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling. “Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.” I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?” “I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!” “I guess we watched each other a few times then.” “But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said. “I guess so.” I said quietly. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other. To be continued. By m storyman x for Literotica

PLATFORM 81 Unconventional Pathways – Hosted by Ella Searle Episode 8 – Charlie Lane – I'm Okay Now But I Wasn't We're joined by Charlie Lane, an indie pop artist from Melbourne, to discuss her creative journey and debut album, I'm OK Now, But I Wasn't, which explores themes of self-discovery and personal growth. We'll dive into her evolution within Melbourne's music scene, her latest single "I Hate Me", and how she blends punk influences with deeply personal experiences. Charlie shares how her identity as a queer, disabled woman shapes her artistry and the powerful role collaborations played in bringing her album to life. This episode offers an inspiring look at overcoming challenges and expressing vulnerability through music as well as how you too can become a musician!

Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings)By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip.The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off.Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation.“Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision.“Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested.“You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.”“We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested.“Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied."Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested.Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen.“Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement.With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night.Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now.Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later.Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental.Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt.With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees.Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy.It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever!Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,”I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this.I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left.As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her.“Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering."Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow."Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat.I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order,· get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all."Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch."Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her.I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in.Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia.I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me.I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick.It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly."Yeah,” I responded groggily."We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?'"Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.”“Is she going to be ok?”“Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.”“Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.”“Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily.“Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them."Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water.“In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered."I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief.“Uh huh.”“I don't remember.”“I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.”“How did I get out?”“I jumped in after you.”“Didn't you get wet too?”“Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.”She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.”“Not a window, ice.”“How did I get out?”“I pulled you out.”“How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together.“I got us here.”“Why am I naked?”“I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.”She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?”“Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.”“So who saw me naked?”“Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.”“Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown."Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing."And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?”“Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.”“I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag."If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly."You didn't,” she said."Didn't what?”“Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.”“Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.”“Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.”“For what?”“For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration."You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa.There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day.When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine."Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” I answered with a yawn."Did we have sex earlier today?”I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams.“Why do you ask?”, I replied.“You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.”“Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.”“I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.”“I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me;“Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?”“Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.”“Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?”It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.”“How many?” she asked, with intense interest.“Oh I don't know. A few.”“Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.”“You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it.“Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.”“Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…”“I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.”“The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?”“Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.”“Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.”“Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.”“I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked."It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries."A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.”“You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice."Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.”“And you just stood there naked and watched?”“How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.”Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness.“Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.”“Finish?”“Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled."You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'.“Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.”“Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.”“Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently."What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal."Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?”“Yeah.”“Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?”“Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling.“Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.”I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?”“I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!”“I guess we watched each other a few times then.”“But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said.“I guess so.” I said quietly.We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other.To be continued.By m storyman x for Literotica

Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings)By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip.The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off.Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation.“Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision.“Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested.“You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.”“We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested.“Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied."Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested.Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen.“Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement.With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night.Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now.Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later.Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental.Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt.With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees.Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy.It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever!Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,”I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this.I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left.As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her.“Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering."Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow."Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat.I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order,· get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all."Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch."Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her.I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in.Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia.I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me.I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick.It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly."Yeah,” I responded groggily."We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?'"Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.”“Is she going to be ok?”“Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.”“Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.”“Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily.“Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them."Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water.“In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered."I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief.“Uh huh.”“I don't remember.”“I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.”“How did I get out?”“I jumped in after you.”“Didn't you get wet too?”“Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.”She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.”“Not a window, ice.”“How did I get out?”“I pulled you out.”“How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together.“I got us here.”“Why am I naked?”“I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.”She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?”“Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.”“So who saw me naked?”“Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.”“Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown."Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing."And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?”“Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.”“I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag."If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly."You didn't,” she said."Didn't what?”“Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.”“Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.”“Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.”“For what?”“For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration."You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa.There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day.When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine."Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” I answered with a yawn."Did we have sex earlier today?”I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams.“Why do you ask?”, I replied.“You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.”“Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.”“I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.”“I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me;“Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?”“Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.”“Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?”It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.”“How many?” she asked, with intense interest.“Oh I don't know. A few.”“Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.”“You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it.“Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.”“Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…”“I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.”“The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?”“Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.”“Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.”“Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.”“I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked."It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries."A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.”“You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice."Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.”“And you just stood there naked and watched?”“How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.”Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness.“Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.”“Finish?”“Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled."You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'.“Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.”“Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.”“Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently."What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal."Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?”“Yeah.”“Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?”“Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling.“Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.”I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?”“I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!”“I guess we watched each other a few times then.”“But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said.“I guess so.” I said quietly.We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other.To be continued.By m storyman x for Literotica

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Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings)By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip.The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off.Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation.“Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision.“Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested.“You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.”“We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested.“Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied."Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested.Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen.“Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement.With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night.Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now.Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later.Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental.Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt.With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees.Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy.It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever!Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,”I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this. I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left. As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her.“Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering."Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow. "Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat.I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order,· get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all."Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch. "Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her.I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in.Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia.I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me.I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick.It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly."Yeah,” I responded groggily."We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?'"Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.”“Is she going to be ok?”“Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.”“Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.”“Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily.“Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them."Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water.“In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered."I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief.“Uh huh.”“I don't remember.”“I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.”“How did I get out?”“I jumped in after you.”“Didn't you get wet too?”“Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.”She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.”“Not a window, ice.”“How did I get out?”“I pulled you out.”“How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together.“I got us here.”“Why am I naked?”“I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.”She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?”“Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.”“So who saw me naked?”“Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.”“Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown."Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing."And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?”“Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.”“I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag."If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly."You didn't,” she said."Didn't what?”“Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.”“Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.”“Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.”“For what?”“For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration."You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa. There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day.When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine."Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” I answered with a yawn."Did we have sex earlier today?”I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams. “Why do you ask?”, I replied.“You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.”“Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.”“I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.”“I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me;“Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?”“Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.”“Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?”It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.”“How many?” she asked, with intense interest.“Oh I don't know. A few.”“Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.”“You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it.“Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.”“Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…”“I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.”“The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?”“Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.”“Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.”“Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.”“I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked."It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries."A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.”“You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice."Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.”“And you just stood there naked and watched?”“How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.”Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness.“Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.”“Finish?”“Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled."You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'.“Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.”“Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.”“Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently."What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal."Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?”“Yeah.”“Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?”“Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling.“Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.”I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?”“I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!”“I guess we watched each other a few times then.”“But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said.“I guess so.” I said quietly.We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other.To be continued.By m storyman x for Literotica

Winter survival training becomes the real thing. (erotic couplings)By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Some years ago I took over as scoutmaster for a local troop of about fifteen guys. Over a three year period my troop grew from fifteen to over forty-five boys. With this came the need for leaders, and I was fortunate to have twelve active assistants, including two moms, one of them was Amy, the mother of my son's best friend. Amy and my wife Nancy were best friends. Our sons were born within a few months of each other and both had a healthy desire to breastfeed. Nancy & Amy met at a mothers group and became friends. Our two sons were practically inseparable once they reached walking and talking age. As a result our two families spent much time and many activities together. Amy's husband was, unfortunately, a deadbeat drunk, which resulted in me frequently being a “dad” figure to Chris. We even joked on occasions that Amy was my second wife, although not in “that” way. Not that I hadn't had a few accidental peeks over the many years, but we respected the boundaries and that was that.Being a scout leader means that you frequently go on outings with boys, and this requires at least two leaders at all times. Amy was an active participant, believing that if her son wanted to go, she was willing to try it as well. This resulted in her attending many campouts and “high adventure” treks such as repelling, backpacking and canoeing. The boys had attended a number of winter campouts, and I had passed on a lot of my knowledge of winter camping and survival that I learned from my many winters as a kid in the northern part of the country, and my almost annual ice fishing trips into the northern wilderness of upper Minnesota and Wisconsin. Some of the boys wanted a more advanced taste, and we planned a winter trip to the Canadian high adventure camp. This trip would be complete with advanced classes on winter survival, such as how to trap food and deal with blizzard conditions. Getting leader training in the boy scouts is usually just a matter of finding or waiting for the right training class, and then going and getting certified. This kind of thing was regularly done for water training and such, but there were no training classes for winter survival or camping. After a number of calls to council headquarters, they agreed that my own personal certifications and experiences would allow me to create and teach a winter camping and survival class for leaders. The only problem now was how to conduct such a class in Missouri. The answer was to head up to Wisconsin during the early winter for training. A number of leaders enthusiastically agreed with the plan… that was until a few weeks before it was time to go and they realized they were going to have to slog through a foot or more of snow. In the end I had six male leaders and one female leader, Amy, besides myself that could go on the five day training trip.The trip started out normal enough. We left early in the morning for the nine hour drive, hitting the trail head just before dark. We had only planned on hiking in a mile or so the first day to make camp. It took a little while to get all our heavy clothing on and the trailer unpacked and everyone geared up, finally hiking out for our campsite just as the sun was hitting the tops of the trees. I wasn't worried about light, the bright December moon was nearly full and already high in the sky as the sun slipped away. The guys, most of them in their late twenties to early thirties, tossed snow like a bunch of kids and had a great time for that first mile, slogging through foot deep powder in the crisp twenty degree air. It was an easy trek to find the site we selected, following the GPS right to the clearing in the heavy woods. This particular state park had a twisting twenty-eight mile loop trail that was off limits to snow-mobiles. In the summer it was a spectacular hike, with stream crossings and beautiful trees. We didn't need to cook, having had dinner on the road, so we set about putting up camp and starting a fire. The first task was to find dry wood, and I showed the guys how to locate dry wood to start a fire with, by picking dead branches of the underside of pines and whittling the wet outer surface off.Before long we had plenty of dry kindling and I taught them how to build a fire pit that wouldn't melt and put their fire out. With a fire now blazing away in the middle of our campsite, we all set to work putting up our tents. Being a large troop we have been pretty successful with equipment. This trip we were using brand new backpack tents, the trainees paired up in two's, with one tent for myself and a separate tent for Amy. It would be a bit colder sleeping in the two man tent alone, but I was prepared for it and I hoped that Amy was as well. These new tents were nice units with two high tech carbon fiber poles that crossed in the middle, making a tube seven feet long and about four feet wide. It was about four feet high at the center as well. This was the first use and all of the teams were supposed to have put up their tent before we left, partly to make sure all the parts were there, but also to make sure you could set it up. I was hard at getting mine set up when I heard the most awful sound. Imagine the sound of branches snapping followed by paper ripping, followed by the frustrated howl of two grown men, immediately followed by a significant amount of foul language. That combination of sounds generally means trouble, and on a survival trip, it's a sound you do not want to hear, and it was unfortunately the sound I did hear. Even though each tent had been set up once, this particular tent had a set of poles which had a small flaw in the high tech carbon fiber, and when bent, the pole fractured and turned into a knife, lancing through the thin nylon fabric like a hot knife through butter. This was not a good situation.“Well, what do we do now?” I asked the guys, pushing them to work out the choices and make a decision.“Well, we could triple up,” one of the pair with the trashed tent suggested.“You're kidding right?” Came an almost immediate response from Tim, one of the older men. “You know how tight these are. Two man is being charitable, three is impossible.”“We could make them sleep in the snow,” Chris, a twenty something slender guy suggested.“Oh Thanks,” Mark, the other leader with the trashed tent replied."Well, Amy and Mike have two tents, can they share?” Tim suggested.Amy and I looked at each other. It was the logical choice, and we had shared a tent a few times on family outings. One of these provided an accidental glimpse of her naked body. On that particular trip she was sitting naked on the air mattress in the second room of our large two room tent, facing the hanging divider, when the wind blew through the tent, pushing the bottom up enough for me to see her bare body from the chest down for several seconds. I got a second quick peek under the partition while she spread her legs to pull her swimsuit on. I was never sure if she knew or not. Part of me suspected that she did it on purpose because of how long it took her sitting there naked before the wind blew. We had never overtly done anything, and we didn't want to ruin a friendship, so my ideas of her just stayed as fantasies, with the few accidental glimpses I had seen.“Yes, we can share,” Amy said, confirming what I was thinking. We're adults and I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy.” A couple of the younger guys elbowed each other clearly thinking that it would be an interesting arrangement.With that settled we went about finishing setting up camp. The guys and Amy wanted to stay up around the fire a while longer, but being tired from 9 hours of driving, I said my goodnights and headed into my tent. Now winter camping is different than regular camping. The coldest time of the day is when you're sleeping. I had long ago taught all the boys that you sweat during the day, and at night that sweat will cool and you will be uncomfortably cold. For that reason I always carried a spare set of polypropylene long underwear, wool socks and a wool stocking cap to sleep in. I stripped out of my cold weather gear and crawled into the tent, pulling my boots off last. I rolled my coat for a pillow and put my nylon snow pants next to my boots at the door end of the tent before zipping closed. It was a cool few minutes, but I stripped naked and pulled my thermal ‘longjohn' leggings on before sliding into the down mummy bag. Now I would be toasty warm all night.Amy woke me up when she crawled into the tent, landing on my feet. For a two man tent these were not a bad size, but then, backpack tents are always small. I didn't stir as she moved off my legs and rolled onto her own sleeping bag, with her head positioned at the other end of the tent from mine. The bright moonlight filtered into the tent making it more than bright enough for me to see her as she spread her bag open to sit on the plush insides instead of the cold nylon outer covering. Her eyes must not have been fully adjusted to the light yet, after sitting and looking at the fire, and in some ways it looked comical to watch her feel around for things. She must have thought I was still asleep, because she didn't make any attempt to cover herself as she peeled her layers off, ending up with her bare chest fully on display. Room was tight, and she lay down with her feet pointing toward my head as she pushed her pants down her legs, and tossed them to the end of the tent. Next came her long underwear. Using her feet and shoulders to lift her ass off the ground, she pushed them down her legs and then tucked her legs to her chest to be able to reach to pull the stretchy material the rest of the way off. This pulled her panties tight across her pussy, making my dick almost instantly hard. The last thing to go were her panties, which were interestingly brief. She lifted her ass again, and pushed them down her legs, pulling them up to her chest again to get them off her feet. From my position I had a wonderful, if brief view of her whole pussy exposed for me. If my dick wasn't hard before, it felt like a steel rod now.Amy sat up on her sleeping bag, cross legged, and in the moonlight I could clearly see her nipples, hardened from the cool air, standing out on her firm tits. Even for having breast fed two kids, she had really nice tits. They were easily C cups, and had a bit of sag, but not nearly as much as my wife's double D cups had. She felt around looking for her pj's, and finally ended up on her hands and knees, digging in her clothes bag at the foot of the tent looking for them. Her knees were at least a foot apart, and I had a much longer view her pussy as she bent over, her tits nearly touching the sleeping bag as she rested on her elbows to see in the bag. Too soon for my liking, she found what she wanted and rolled over on her back. Just when I thought the show was over, she lifted her knees up to her chest again, causing her pussy to be fully exposed as she pulled the flannel pj's onto her legs. I swore I could see a glisten of moisture on her lips before she straightened them to pull them up over her body. She sat up and her sexy tits disappeared as she pulled the almost skin tight top over her head and down her body. She moved around and slid into the sleeping bag, pulling the stocking cap down over her ears before curling up for the night. I tried hard to get my seriously hard dick to lay back down before falling asleep some time later.Morning came gray and overcast. I didn't need to look outside to see that the sun should already have been up, but then the forecast was for light snow later in the day. I stretched my arms and legs slowly, inside the sleeping bag, waking my body from its curled position, not loving the idea of getting out of my warm cocoon and into the cold. I looked over and saw Amy's eyes flutter and close again, so I was pretty sure she was starting to wake up. My morning woody became significantly harder as I remembered the show she had inadvertently given me the night before. The more I thought about it, the less sure I was that it was accidental.Either way, I decided I might as well return the favor. I unzipped my bag and pushed the material back so I was exposed to the cold air. I sat up, which had my head brushing the top of the tent and worked the top of my longjohns off. Without looking at her face, I lay back down and lifted my hips off the ground and slid my longjohns bottoms down to my ankles, letting my hard dick stick straight at the ceiling. I heard a short intake of breath, which told me she was indeed watching. I pulled one leg up to my chest, pointing the head of my dick straight at her face, while I pushed my longjohns down and my legs and pushed my wool sock off. Finally I pulled the other leg up, repeating the process and then set my clothes aside. I sat back up completely naked, with my dick pointing out at a forty five degree angle, and dug into the bottom of my sleeping bag for the clothes I stashed there the night before. I pretended to not find a sock, and turned around so my feet were pointed toward the head of my bed and dug around, laying on my side to give her a really good view. I finally pulled my missing sock out and then turned around again. I moved to my knees and bent in half to pull my thermal top on and then lay back down again. I found my underwear and pulled them up my legs to my butt before extending my legs again. The last thing I did before covering my dick with them was to wrap my hand around it and stroke it a few times. I really would have liked to jack off about then, but figured that would have been much too obvious. I lifted my butt off the ground and pulled my briefs up and then went to work on my thermal long johns. My final clothing was a pair of synthetic, insulated exercise pants and a wool sweatshirt.With all my thrashing around there was no way she wasn't awake, but when I looked over her eyes were closed as if she was asleep. I could see her sleeping bag moving ever so slightly down around her waist. I could imagine what might be happening there. I pulled my snow pants on my legs and pushed my feet into my boots before unzipping the tent flap and sliding out. I pulled my pants up and my jacket on before zipping the tent closed. According to the thermometer I hung on the tent, it was a balmy twelve degrees.Amy crawled out of the tent about half an hour later, joining myself and the rest of the guys around the fire. Breakfast was dehydrated eggs with bacon flavor, hot cocoa and instant oatmeal, all made with fresh water from melted snow. I taught the guys how to make fresh water to put in their canteens by laying a piece of plastic in a depression in the snow and filling it with fresh snow and pouring hot water from the fire over it. With snow you didn't have to purify it, unless of course it was yellow. I also made up my thermos of hot coco, which while being heavy, was well worth the weight. We broke down the camp and before heading down the trail we made last trips to the bathroom, one side of the trail for guys, the other for Amy.It was a nice day for a winter hike. We were scheduled for 10 miles, which the guys had thought was way to short when we started, but soon realized that walking through foot deep snow was a lot harder than hiking up a mountain trail. For my part I was defiantly going to be ready to quit when we hit our selected site, just past Johnson creek. We made the creek a bit past two, and stood looking at our camp site. The only thing keeping us from setting up camp was the fact that it was on the other side of the creek, and apparently the spring rains had washed out the footbridge. In the summer it was a simple task to hop from rock to rock or wade the foot deep water. This time of year it had been a very wet and warmer until last week's wintery blast, so the creek was rushing three feet deep and about ten feet wide with liquid ice. There was a thin coat of ice all the way across, maybe a quarter inch or a bit more in thickness, and you could see the water rippling along below the layer. This was not ice that you crossed, not ever!Survival rule number one: In winter survival, you must stay dry and prevent hypothermia at all costs,”I learned this rule very early in life and because of this I always carried my gear and clothes in waterproof or at least water resistant packs or bags. Even so, I wasn't about to try to wade across a three foot deep stream. I might try it in my winter weight gortex hikers if it was six inches deep, but not this. I sent the guys looking for a crossing point both up and down stream. They soon came back indicating they found a downed tree that had been used as a temporary bridge. I followed alone and looked it over. Aside from being slick with snow and ice, it looked sturdy enough. The guys crossed one by one until only Amy and I were left. As usual I was bringing up the rear. Amy stepped onto the log and was almost half way across when a chunk of the icy covering broke loose. Her foot shot out toward the water, and with the heavy backpack on there was no way she would ever recover her balance. I was already jumping feet first into the creek downstream of the point she was falling for before she hit the ice and broke through. The first danger in this is getting sucked under the ice and not being able to get up. I hoped that if I broke the ice enough with my own landing that we would avoid that fatal problem. I watched her go under as my boots hit the ice, fracturing it from shore to shore. I reached for her pack as the current started to carry her past, grabbing and pulling with every ounce of strength I had, pulling her back from under the still solid ice sheet that extended down stream. The cold water started working inside my snow pants and boots, burning like liquid fire where it touched my skin. I could only imagine how badly Amy was as I dragged her sputtering form toward the shore. The guys reached down and helped drag the two of us up the steep slope, water streaming off and out of our clothes. I had been fortunate, only getting wet up to my waist. Amy, on the other hand had been fully submersed, and her body was already reacting to the shock. She was semi-conscious at best, and curling into a fetal position her lips turning blue and her whole body was shaking uncontrollably.I immediately started shouting orders, designating three of the men to build a fire, two of them to get my tent set up and one, Mark; to pull Amy's sleeping bag out and spread it out. I knew what needed to be done, and we didn't have much time. I shucked my backpack and then went to work dragging Amy's pack off her shaking body, tossing it aside as water poured out of every gap. I unzipped my pack and dumped the contents out, along with plenty of water. Fortunately nearly everything in my pack was in Ziploc style waterproof bags. It only took me a second to find what I needed, my camp towel. My next step was to start peeling her water logged outer clothing off with some assistance from Mark, water pouring from the pockets and sleeves as I pulled it off of her.“Mike. Her bag is full of water,”, Mark shouted as he pulled her bag out of its covering."Ok Get mine then,” I responded as I continued to pull wet outer garments off of her, just tossing them into a heap in the snow. Mark went to work pulling out my bag and stretching it out in the snow. "Put her air mattress down on the snow and then put the sleeping bag on top of it,”, I said as I turned and pulled my own air mattress out and quickly unrolled it. Amy was in bad shape, and I could feel my own body ‘screaming' about the ice water by losing the feeling in my feet. The human body prioritizes blood flow, and the feet are low priority. This was no time for modesty though. I continued to pull Amy's clothing off until I was pulling the final layer from her body, leaving her naked on the air mattress. Mark tried not to stare, but he clearly couldn't help himself as I toweled the excess moisture from her body and stop the acceleration of her loss of body heat.I then picked her unresponsive body up and moved her to my sleeping bag, stuffing her unceremoniously into it, zipping it closed behind her. With that done it was time to take care of myself. I started peeling off wet clothes while I gave Mark directions on what needed to be done, making him repeat back my directions. In order,· get the tents up, · get the fire going, · dry what you can over the fire, · be careful not to burn things, · make hot broth, · there's emergency stuff in my red bag, and finally, · if I become unresponsive, call nine one one and · use my GPS to tell them where we are. The emergency teams would be several hours getting here and by then we would be either dead or recovering. With instructions given and being stripped down naked I wiped off the excess water off my own shivering body. I stepped back into my sopping wet boots and scooped Amy up in my arms, sleeping bag and all."Bring that air mattress,” I commanded to Mark as I carried her toward the tent that had just been set up. I crawled into the tent with Amy in my arms and set her down. Pulling the air mattress in behind me I stretched her out as best I could and then unzipped the bag. The best thing now was to try to conserve some body heat and get some back into her. With nothing dry for her to wear this was the only thing I could think of to keep her alive. "Ok. Zip us in,” I said as I slid into the bag, trying to straighten her legs and arms out, so I could hold her face to face. Normally a mummy bag is a one person bag, but I tend to like mine roomy and thankfully got myself an oversized bag. I slid down into the bag and pulled her up over me, her cold skin almost painful to touch. "Ok Now go take care of what I told you to do,” I told Mark as I laid back and pulled her to my body, her face resting on my chest and breathing in air from inside the bag. That air would be slightly warmer and should help her.I held her for a long time, her body shaking controllably before I felt like I was making some progress. Her breathing became a bit less ragged and she moved her arms from across her chest between us to having them on my sides and pulling my body against hers. She was still shaking like an imbalanced washing machine, but now her bare chest was against mine, her hard nipples practically poking holes in my chest as she shook. She was still in serious danger, but I felt better about her condition, and my mind started to wander to the situation. Here I was, holding her naked in the same sleeping bag. Somehow when I stripped her down outside it had never occurred to me that I was touching her naked body, something that I might have fantasized about, but never done and never expected to have happen. At the time, my adrenalin was high and my survival training proved itself, as I kept an intense but controlled mindset during a critical emergency. I was able to give leadership guidance to others even as I was in danger for my own life. It was now hours later, and I was mentally decompressing and beginning to be more conscious of the current state I was in.Unfortunately, that line of thought also eventually woke up my previously shriveled dick, which all of a sudden realized that it was nestled into that little gap where her legs met the rest of her body, that ever-present target that was the entrance to all her most private places. Since it had been shrunken to its limit from the cold, as it started to grow once my own body temp recovered, it did so like a missile launching to space, straight into the crevasse of Amy's groin. No matter how much I tried to "think” it to stop, the constant motion of her shivering kept massaging it and caressing the head. I finally gave up and let it have its way, allowing it to work its way up between her legs, the top of it pressing against her pussy. I had to admit that as I warmed up, my mind got more turned on. I had been rubbing her backside for the past hour, to help restore circulation to her body; But I found myself now gently stroking her ass as I lay there. As much as I really wanted to have sex with her, this was defiantly not the time or place. Her core temperature was still in a danger zone and her vital organs could shut down from the shock of hypothermia.I was broken from my thoughts by one of the guys bringing me a cup of hot beef broth and a spoon. I thanked him as he closed the door once again. I was sure I was going to pay hell with the guys forever for being naked with Amy. I rolled us on our sides, my dick still confined between her legs. I unzipped enough to get an arm out and gently spooned the hot liquid to her lips. It took a few small spoonfuls before her mostly frozen brain got the idea and let me put full spoonfuls of the warm liquid into her mouth. By the time I had fed her the whole cup of broth her constant shaking had reduced to sporadic shudders. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling back on top of me. After zipping us up, I pulled her slightly higher so I could get her face nearer the opening of the bag now. I relaxed as I realized I'd become flaccid by the distraction and colder air outside the bag. I was now exhausted and getting very drowsy. Then she moved her legs outward to spread on either side of mine, finally relaxing herself, somewhat. She nuzzled her face into my neck and I felt her breathing slowly change to the regular shallow breathing of sleep. Confident that she was going to be ok, allowed myself to drift off to sleep as well, with Amy still laying directly on top of me.I was dreaming that Amy was changing her clothes in the tent and she crawled over and pulled my sleeping bag open, and mounted me, slowly rocking her hips as she rode me. It was like a wonderful wet dream, until I realized that I wasn't dreaming. My mind slowly pulled me to reality to find that Amy was still zippered tight into my bag with me, and my dick was now somehow buried fully into her. She was no longer cold, but her body was still recovering from shock. She seemed asleep, yet gently rocking her hips, driving her clit into the base of my cock as she nuzzled my neck. I honestly had no recollection of getting this started, but my body was way beyond rational thought. My hands squeezed her firm ass in time with her small rocking motions, the bag limiting how far she could move. Now that I was awakened, it felt like my dick was growing even larger inside her, and her motions were coming more urgent, grinding her pelvis into mine to rub her clit against my dick. I never really had a chance to hold back, my body having been too far stimulated in my sleep to get ahead of it. I pushed her ass down against my dick and with a grunt, started unloading shot after shot of cum into her pussy. This all happened withing seconds of waking up. The feeling of my cum surging into her or the feel of my dick twitching and jumping inside her or the extra contact of pressing her against my dick, or some combination, triggered her own orgasm. With a low groan she shivered all over, a much different shiver than before. I could feel her pussy contracting around my dick, milking it and squeezing the drops of cum from me as her fingers now gently stroked my sides where her arms lay. After several long minutes of our bodies twitching against each other, she sighed contentedly and drifting back off to sleep. I held her tight, not really sure what to think, and at the same time savoring how her soft body pressed against mine and how soft and warm her pussy was around my still partially hard dick.It was after dark when Mark woke me. “Mike,” He said shaking me softly."Yeah,” I responded groggily."We have most of the clothes and stuff dry and some food made. Do you want to eat?'"Yeah, why don't you bring us the stuff we were wearing.”“Is she going to be ok?”“Yeah. She's just tired now. Her body heat is restored, but she's been completely exhausted.”“Ok,” He said as he slid out of the tent, returning a few minutes later with a pile of fire warmed clothes. "Here you go.”“Thanks Mark,” I said as he slid out and zipped the door closed behind him. I gently unzipped the sleeping bag and rolled the two of us over on our sides. I started to move away but she pulled me back tighter to her. "No” she cooed groggily.“Easy Amy,” I whispered as I began pulling her arms from around me. She opened her eyes and I saw coherence slowly flood back into them."Where am I”, she said. It was the first time I sensed that she was truly conscious, since falling into the water.“In the tent. You took a spill into the water,” I whispered."I did?” she said, in shocked disbelief.“Uh huh.”“I don't remember.”“I'm not surprised. You were suffering from severe hypothermia.”“How did I get out?”“I jumped in after you.”“Didn't you get wet too?”“Yeah, but not as bad as you did. You were all the way under.”She just stared blankly at the roof of the tent for a minute, then slowly she shook her head. “I kind of remember now. I fell off a log and when I looked up I was looking through a window.”“Not a window, ice.”“How did I get out?”“I pulled you out.”“How did I get in here?” she asked as her mind slowly started to put all the pieces together.“I got us here.”“Why am I naked?”“I undressed both of us. All our clothes were soaked.”She looked down at both of our naked fronts and realized that we were in the same sleeping bag naked. “So you undressed me in here?”“Actually, no. Out there. There wasn't any time for modesty, I'm sorry.”“So who saw me naked?”“Besides me? Just Mark. I stuffed you into my sleeping bag as soon as I got you dried off.”“Well, that must have been a thrill for both of you,” She said with a modest frown."Actually we were just worried about keeping you alive,” I said as I slid out of the sleeping bag and dug through the clothes to find my long underwear and hers. I handed hers to her and then went about putting mine on. She observed my nakedness while I began dressing."And getting into a sleeping bag naked with me was your idea?”“Yep. Only idea I could think of at the time. It's actually standard protocol for wilderness survival. I didn't figure you'd mind, given the other choice was you would have died within the hour.”“I suppose,” She said as she pulled her long underwear into the sleeping bag."If you want some privacy, just wait a minute and I'll go out,” I said quietly."You didn't,” she said."Didn't what?”“Have me close my eyes or anything before you got dressed.”“Nope, besides, nothing you haven't seen before,” I said as I pulled my winter pants on over my long johns. "They have some food ready if you want some.”“Yes! Actually, I'm starved,” She said as she threw the sleeping bag open and began to pull on her long john top. Once she had her top and bottom on she crawled over to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you.”“For what?”“For everything,” She whispered in my ear before pulling back and staring into my eyes with admiration."You're welcome,” I answered simply as I helped her pull her now dry snow pants and coat on over her long johns. The last thing to put on was wool socks and then our boots, which were sitting just inside the tent. I crawled out of the tent and then helped her out, walking her over to the fire. The guys were more than happy to see both of us and they let out a big cheer, then made a great fuss over Amy, getting her food and hot cocoa. There was a lot of talk for the next couple hours about the whole incident, all of us working out the stress by talking about it. This was not a ruined leadership training course. The ‘hands-on' impact of this crisis had served to train the team in a way that lectures alone could never have accomplished. One by one, each of the guys talked about how the crisis impacted him, and helped him understand winter survival skills. The men were all really sober-minded, knowing we all still had to get back out of the woods, the next day.When we had warmed by the fire and had our fill of food and had a chance to go to the bathroom, we moved Amy's dried sleeping bag to my tent and I let her get in and settled before coming in to get ready for bed myself. I knew she was awake and watching me, which had a tendency to make me hard. I stripped down naked and then pulled on my sleep clothes before sliding into my sleeping bag and zipping closed. Amy flipped her bag so her she was laying with her head just inches from mine."Mike,” She whispered. "Can I ask you a question?”“Sure,” I answered with a yawn."Did we have sex earlier today?”I had dreaded this question. I really didn't know what she remembered or figured out. To be honest, the whole sexual experience with Amy was similar to the wet dreams of my own teen years, when I'd awaken to my ejaculations. Those nocturnal emissions were, more often than not, a disappointing end of marvelous and explicit sex dreams. “Why do you ask?”, I replied.“You didn't answer me,” She whispered. "But I'll answer you first. I half remembered having sex. I've been very ‘out of it', and my memory is still very cloudy, but I'm way to wet for it all to be just me having a sex dream.”“Well,” I whispered. "I was still very cold and shriveled when I fell asleep with you laying over me, and the next thing I knew I was buried very deep inside you and you were straddled & humping me. I have to admit that nature being what it is, I finished within seconds of awakening, even though I don't know how it started.”“I wondered,” She whispered before falling silent. Several long minutes passed before she whispered again. "You know. I haven't had sex for almost five years.”“I'm sorry.” There was silence for a while, then she asked me;“Well, if you were going to start something, how would you do it?”“Well, ” I whispered, stifling another yawn and a pause; “I always have really liked the way your tits look. I'd probably have started by kissing and sucking them.”“Always have?” she asked, raising her head. “Have you seen them before?”It seemed like I had stuck my foot into it this time. Time to fess up. “A few times.”“How many?” she asked, with intense interest.“Oh I don't know. A few.”“Well, why don't you tell me about them, if it's only a few.”“You sure you want to know this?” I was now attempting to get out of talking about it.“Yeah, I do. I mean since I just now found out we just had sex, I guess it's only fair to know what else you've seen.”“Well, first time I saw them was when you were breast feeding Em. I walked in on you accidently while you were changing your shirt after you leaked all over…”“I remember that. I'm not sure who was more startled.”“The next time was when we were at the lake. You remember, you were sharing the tent with us?”“Oh yeah. That summer, What? About six years ago? I forgot about that.”“Uh huh. You were sitting in the tent and the wind blew the divider up. I got to see your whole body while you were putting on your swimsuit.”“Yeah. Nancy had been telling me about how you were always trying to get into her pants when you're outdoors. I got kind of turned on and I couldn't resist flashing you.”“I wondered if it was on purpose,” I asked."It was. When else,” she redirected, seeking to keep control of the inquiries."A couple years ago, we were both changing into our swimsuits down at the swimming hole and I accidently watched you change.”“You ‘accidently' watched,” she asked, with a disbelieving tone in her horny voice."Well, I couldn't help but watch, you looked so sexy striping out there in the woods.”“And you just stood there naked and watched?”“How did you know I was standing there naked? I didn't say that.”Now I was using a disbelieving tone, with a healthy dose of horniness.“Well, I have to be honest… I saw you over there. I took as long as I could changing so you would have time to finish.”“Finish?”“Sure, you think I didn't know you were jacking off over there,” she giggled."You watched me?” Now we were both feeling guilty and ‘caught'.“Well, I couldn't see what you were doing exactly, but I could tell by the way you were moving what you were doing. It kind of turned me on knowing that I turned you on enough to do that.”“Well, I was turned on, watching you. I didn't know you liked watching me jack off.”“Oh, if you only knew,” she said whistling silently."What does that mean,” I asked; sensing that she had more knowledge to reveal."Well, you remember when Nancy was gone for a month last year?”“Yeah.”“Do you remember having to run out to the kitchen to pull your food out of the oven? I'd said that I's just come over to use the computer after you came out of the bedroom?”“Yeah.” I said with an uneasy feeling.“Well, I was actually in the house already. I guess you didn't hear me come in. I was sitting in your living room, in your chair on the computer when you came naked into the kitchen, your dick was hard and all shiny with lotion. You didn't even see me before you ran back into the bedroom. I snuck down the hall until I could see your reflection in the bedroom mirror.”I did remember when she was talking about. I had just gotten done jacking off to a good video of a guy fucking a huge set of tits when she came over. “You watched?”“I not only watched, I pulled my panties down and had my skirt pulled up. I came the same time you did. God! I came so hard watching your cum spurting up in the air like that!”“I guess we watched each other a few times then.”“But I never let on. I didn't want to ruin our friendship.” she said.“I guess so.” I said quietly.We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other.To be continued.By m storyman x for Literotica

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Great being able to get an early release out for the December podcast.  It's just down to when the radio show falls and it doesn't make sense to wait till the next show which takes us into mid December so here we are.This mix is quite different to your traditional c2eMusic mix.  It doesn't have the usual flow, the changes in energy levels and styles.  This bad boy is just ON from the very first beat.  A strong upbeat energy runs the whole length.It's almost all new tracks - purchased literally 15 minutes before the show - I know you've heard me say this many a time.  It certainly makes for an adrenaline packed show as I have no idea what the tracks do, so trying to craft some kind of direction is a real challenge.I'm really happy with the result - the energy makes it perfect for the gym or a long run.  Whilst it is a little chunkier than a typical c2eMusic mix it still has that rich warmth, swagger to the beats and lushness.  That's a non-negotiable!This Monday 29th Nov will see the return of the Argie Bargy Cartel to House Nation Live.  Looking forward to throwing some tunes down with Karl Prinzen my partner in crime.  We always have a good laugh and enjoy crate digging and reminiscing.  It's on the chunkier side but still very much accessible.  You can find us on Facebook live and Mixcloud Live.  I'm likely to stream on c2eMusic stream on Mixcloud.Would love for you to join us.  In the meantime play/download this beauty and let me know what you think.Tracklisting:1: Sweet Fruity Brunch - Tonton Engleburt2: Kevin Yost - It's OK Now3: DuBeats, Bondar - Pips In The Back4: Colau - Dizzy5: Envee - Brotherman Pt1 (Felipe Gordon Rework)6: Gerd Jansen, Jaques Renault - Never Saw Never7: Michael Watford, Jamie Lewis - For You (KOT Classic Mix)8: Boogie Rapture - Into The Sun (Nathan G Shine on Dub)9: B-S Concept - Colours10: James Silk - Rhythm & Flow11: Kiko Navarro - Dope High (OPOLOPO Tweak)12: Heat Alliance - Save Me13: Kink, Kei - Nagore14: Frank Roger - Deeper15: Bruverly Dubs - I Can't Do Without You16: Frank Roger - Get It On17: Disclosure - Observer Effect (DJ Kicks)18: Swirl People - We Are (Saison Mix)19: Teflone Dons, Gregory Porter - Tomorrow People (Phaze Dee Remix)20: Marc Cotterell - 92 Grooves21: Life On Planets, Taylor Bense - Glowstick (Soul Clap Remix)22: Joey Negro pres Akabu - Ride The Storm (Roberto Rodriguez Calm Before The Storm Mix)Enjoy!

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The Clue Crew gets realistic about their futures and settles in for a doozy of a brainteaser that might land them a big time job! Can they band together to solve it before time runs out? Will JPC have anyone to love him? Will Erin ever make it to LA? Will Adal STOP crafting jokes in advance? Find out...now!...wait....finishing the upload...OK NOW!#WiddleWednesdayStarring:Adal RifaiJohn Patrick CoanErin KeifEditing by: Casey ToneyTheme by: Arne ParrottLogo by: Emily Kardamis & Emmaline MorrisWant more? Get Weekly Bonus Eps on Patreon!Want merch? Visit our TeePublic Store! or pins, buttons & printsWant to advertise on the show? Check out Hey Riddle Riddle via Gumball.fm

OK NOW! Our guest this week is Birdwards (@_Birdwards) A game developer (birdwards.itch.io) and twitch streamer (twitch.tv/birdwards) who made the bundle game “Temple Scramble” we played back in Episode 7! You can usually see him streaming game design and his thoughts on other jam games Sundays (check his twitch page for timing).This weeks cause is JusticeLA - justicelanow.orgJusticeLA prioritizes an intersectional approach to movement building that uplifts the communities most impacted by incarceration in Los Angeles County, including: immigrant and undocumented people; Black, Brown and indigenous peoples; people with mental health and substance use needs; young people, women and LGBTQ people. Building on nearly a decade of advocacy, they are calling for a robust decarceration plan for Los Angeles that fully realizes the promise of diversion and re-entry through a justice reinvestment strategy. We've donated, if donate and send proof of donation to bundlebuddiespodcast@gmail.com we will shout you out on the pod!This week we played....Abomination TowerThe Quiet SleepNonsense at NightfallAbout the podcast.....Welcome to bundle buddies, we are playing through the ENTIRE itch.io Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality.What is the itch.io Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality? In June 2020, in response to the massive social movement following George Floyds murder, Indie gaming marketplace / community itch.io but together a game/media bundle with all proceeds going to support organizations that are working directly with those affected by racial injustice. When all was said and done the bundle included 1741 items from 840+ creators. It raised $8,153,803.03 for the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund and Community Bail Fund split 50/50. A truly incredible amount, and a testament to peoples desire to see justice enacted.If you are one of those people who supported this worthy cause you have likely heard of the hits included in the bundle, but there is a LOT of stuff. Some great, some insane, and some bad. it's tough to know where to start, or if a game if worth it. So we're here! Each week we randomly dip into a few of the 1365 are games from the bundle and sharing our thoughts. In the spirit of this bundle, every episode we highlight a new cause and donate. If you donate we'll give you a shout out on the show.Tune and and play along or just tune in to listen to two video game enthusiasts play some very wonderful and weird games.....and also some bad ones. Theme Song: Neoishiki by Role MusicHosted & Produced by: Eric T Roth & Alex Honnet 

Ok Now! Episode 9! Our guest is Alisha Mernick!Alisha is an Art Educators, Activist, and Organizer. You can find her online on instagram at @msmernickart, there is some more info and some examples of her work on THIS website.The cause this week is “Greetings from South Central” which is an arts-focused community resource for the youth, educators + families of south los angeles. Their mission is to promote, advocate for and foster experiences where the south la community can participate in arts and culture. You can find more info about them at greetingsfromsouthla.orgAs always if you send proof of donation to bundlebuddiespodcast@gmail.com we will shout you out on the pod!This week we played......Sun DogsDeath and TaxesRex: Another Island About the podcast.....Welcome to bundle buddies, we are playing through the ENTIRE itch.io Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality.What is the itch.io Bundle for Racial Justice and Equality? In June 2020, in response to the massive social movement following George Floyds murder, Indie gaming marketplace / community itch.io but together a game/media bundle with all proceeds going to support organizations that are working directly with those affected by racial injustice. When all was said and done the bundle included 1741 items from 840+ creators. It raised $8,153,803.03 for the NAACP Legal Defense and Educational Fund and Community Bail Fund split 50/50. A truly incredible amount, and a testament to peoples desire to see justice enacted.If you are one of those people who supported this worthy cause you have likely heard of the hits included in the bundle, but there is a LOT of stuff. Some great, some insane, and some bad. it's tough to know where to start, or if a game if worth it. So we're here! Each week we randomly dip into a few of the 1365 are games from the bundle and sharing our thoughts. In the spirit of this bundle, every episode we highlight a new cause and donate. If you donate we'll give you a shout out on the show.Tune and and play along or just tune in to listen to two video game enthusiasts play some very wonderful and weird games.....and also some bad ones.Theme Song: Neoishiki by Role MusicHosted & Produced by: Eric T Roth & Alex Honnet 

Greetings Heathens! It’s another Sunday, we are glad you are here joining us. In today’s episode of Talk Heathen, a young Aron Ra (No Wait! It’s Eric Murphy with flat-ironed hair!) is joined by Vi La Bianca. #LaMurphLet’s get to calls! Jonathan from Arizona would like to talk about Pascal’s Wager. Could we be wrong? Can it be rationally justified? Eric breaks it down for him.Kevin in New York is up next, don’t worry, this is a different Kevin in New York. He is wondering about morality and his conversation with Matt. Ok…Now he has a list of questions and ends the call with: No no no I’m NOT DONE… Oops!Returning caller Kevin in New York, yes that Kevin, is wondering about the tools to use to determine whether or not God is real. He wants to talk about Math again. Here we go!Tony in Canada is asking about “before time” in the universe, “before time” doesn’t really exist nor make any sense. Claims that something that can’t be measured can’t exist and how can we measure time? Is he actually questioning if time exists? Eric would love to dive into this, but we don’t have TIME. LOL!Shad in Connecticut is wondering about if it is worth having debates with theists and whether it matters in the long run. Should we just let people believe what they want? All this seems so fruitless. Definitely take time off if you need to, but your voice is valuable.Up next, Alphonse in New Zealand is calling about what the definition of Atheism is and follows up with asking about being alone when questioning faith. Eric and Vi also give their take on their definitions.Derek in the UK would like to talk about how he believes ghosts are real but he is an atheist. Is he a skeptic? He continues and tells a riveting and spooky ghost story from 1966. Even though this was a great story, it’s likely to have been something explainable and is purely anecdotal. Simon in Australia wants to talk about how life is what it is and doesn’t need to be complicated. We are in total agreement with you! This sort of discussion is best left for the discord server. See you there Simon!George in Virginia is up next, as a pluralist theist is wondering how to approach really bad apologist arguments. Eric and Vi discuss this and guide him to a great conclusion.That’s our show for this week, please continue to be safe out there, wear your mask. The world is better with you in it. See you next week!

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In this solo episode, I share some BIG announcements + 10 surefire ways to get new clients…and you'll get 2 more here in the show notes. :) First for the announcements! We now have a FREE Facebook group now for Mind Your OT Business listeners to interact and discuss content from episodes! I would love to meet you there and welcome you to this community. JOIN HERE! The OT Entrepreneur Summit is coming May 11-20! Trish Williams and I have curated a highly-qualified list of speakers who have agreed to take you “behind the scenes” of their success as OT entrepreneurs! Interviews will be sent via email to attendees (so you can watch on your own schedule) and we will have a FB group open till the end of May for us to discuss topics. Finally, I just opened registration for the 2020 dates for Therapy in the Great Outdoors- A Training Retreat for Pediatric Practitioners. Early bird rates till April 1! OK- Now for your list of 12 sure-fire ways to get more clients!!! We talked about 10 on the podcast and there are 2 more for you here in the show notes… Make a list of everyone you know and send a personal email letting them know about your services. Make sure to make it EASY for them to send referrals your way by including relevant content in the email to allow them to simply forward to a friend. Give a discount or other incentive to get people to sign up for new services by a specific deadline, and advertise this heavily in social media and in paper flyers/postcards locally. Do a brainstorm about where your ideal clients hang out locally and then leave postcards in all of those locations. Offer 15-minute inquiry calls or consultation calls to interested clients (then OVER-deliver and spend 30 minutes talking to them). During the call, simply aim to HELP in some way...not necessarily get them to pay you for services...but really it will be people who are a bit interested. This builds “know, like and trust” value with people in your community. Even if the person doesn't become your client, they have had a good experience with you being helpful...which means they may mention it to others in your community. Offer free or low-cost one-time sessions for interested people, and then have a specific offer for them if they sign up by a certain date for an assessment or services. Share relevant and helpful content (NOT just info about your services) on social media. Aim to HELP people...NOT sell your services. Every now and then, have a special offer for people who take advantage of the offer by a specific deadline. Do research on Facebook and other social media about where your ideal clients hang out online, and offer meaningful and relevant comments in these forums. (Again, aim to be helpful, not sell your services. You are building your expertise in these communities, and by helping, you will get people to know, like & trust you as a provider.) Face-to-face networking and personal connections are the BEST way to find new clients….this also takes the most time. Put yourself out there! Offer free in-services for people in your target market, or attend networking events that are NOT just for therapists. Ask your current or past clients to refer their friends, or leave online reviews of your business. Send a very specific email asking them to send new referrals your way. Make sure to make THEM the HERO! Emphasize how they will be helping others by leaving a review, as it will help people find the services they need. Provide links directly in the email so they can easily click and write a quick review. Build an email list! Most of the people who visit your website are NOT going to purchase services right at that second! You MUST have a way to capture their email to stay in touch with them because they are potential future clients! Make a short list of valuable tips or advice for your clients' problems and give it away for free to people who sign up for your email list. (Do some research on how to make a great “lead magnet” online. Also make sure to be GDPR compliant with your emails...I'll let you research that piece online.) After you have an email list, start a drip email marketing campaign to help potential clients and stay top-of-mind in your clients' and interested parties' minds. This is NOT to just bombard your audience with a request to purchase your services; it IS a series of helpful emails you send to your list on a regular basis to give them FREE helpful tips or advice to serve and care for them and their needs. Mine are set up once-a-month and I simply add an email every 30 days. When someone joins the email list, they get the first email, then the 2nd 30 days later, and so on. I have about 6 in the “bank” now that auto-send to new subscribers… this automatically allows my business to provide value to people every month for 6 months after they subscribe. (I'm aiming to get at least 2 years of emails in the bank...adding one a month right now.) Learn copywriting. Honestly, this is my one best tip for therapy practice owners. Most therapy websites are SO BAD at communicating our value to clients. Learning basic copywriting will COMPLETELY change how you write your marketing materials. My favorite resources online are Neville Medhora's Kopywriting Kourse and (Sign up for Neville's emails. They are HILARIOUS and you'll love reading them every month, all while learning how to write your own advertising / marketing / website content in an engaging way that your clients will resonate with and understand!) Building a Storybrand by Donald Miller is the BEST book resource I have found related to this topic. A must-read for all business owners. Until next time….Mind Your OT Business! :)

In this solo episode, I share some BIG announcements + 10 surefire ways to get new clients…and you’ll get 2 more here in the show notes. :) First for the announcements! We now have a FREE Facebook group now for Mind Your OT Business listeners to interact and discuss content from episodes! I would love to meet you there and welcome you to this community. JOIN HERE! The OT Entrepreneur Summit is coming May 11-20! Trish Williams and I have curated a highly-qualified list of speakers who have agreed to take you “behind the scenes” of their success as OT entrepreneurs! Interviews will be sent via email to attendees (so you can watch on your own schedule) and we will have a FB group open till the end of May for us to discuss topics. Interested? Join my email list here to be notified! Finally, I just opened registration for the 2020 dates for Therapy in the Great Outdoors- A Training Retreat for Pediatric Practitioners. Early bird rates till April 1! OK- Now for your list of 12 sure-fire ways to get more clients!!! We talked about 10 on the podcast and there are 2 more for you here in the show notes… Make a list of everyone you know and send a personal email letting them know about your services. Make sure to make it EASY for them to send referrals your way by including relevant content in the email to allow them to simply forward to a friend. Give a discount or other incentive to get people to sign up for new services by a specific deadline, and advertise this heavily in social media and in paper flyers/postcards locally. Do a brainstorm about where your ideal clients hang out locally and then leave postcards in all of those locations. Offer 15-minute inquiry calls or consultation calls to interested clients (then OVER-deliver and spend 30 minutes talking to them). During the call, simply aim to HELP in some way...not necessarily get them to pay you for services...but really it will be people who are a bit interested.  This builds “know, like and trust” value with people in your community.  Even if the person doesn’t become your client, they have had a good experience with you being helpful...which means they may mention it to others in your community. Offer free or low-cost one-time sessions for interested people, and then have a specific offer for them if they sign up by a certain date for an assessment or services. Share relevant and helpful content (NOT just info about your services) on social media. Aim to HELP people...NOT sell your services.  Every now and then, have a special offer for people who take advantage of the offer by a specific deadline. Do research on Facebook and other social media about where your ideal clients hang out online, and offer meaningful and relevant comments in these forums. (Again, aim to be helpful, not sell your services. You are building your expertise in these communities, and by helping, you will get people to know, like & trust you as a provider.) Face-to-face networking and personal connections are the BEST way to find new clients….this also takes the most time. Put yourself out there!  Offer free in-services for people in your target market, or attend networking events that are NOT just for therapists. Ask your current or past clients to refer their friends, or leave online reviews of your business. Send a very specific email asking them to send new referrals your way. Make sure to make THEM the HERO! Emphasize how they will be helping others by leaving a review, as it will help people find the services they need.  Provide links directly in the email so they can easily click and write a quick review. Build an email list! Most of the people who visit your website are NOT going to purchase services right at that second!  You MUST have a way to capture their email to stay in touch with them because they are potential future clients! Make a short list of valuable tips or advice for your clients’ problems and give it away for free to people who sign up for your email list. (Do some research on how to make a great “lead magnet” online. Also make sure to be GDPR compliant with your emails...I’ll let you research that piece online.) After you have an email list, start a drip email marketing campaign to help potential clients and stay top-of-mind in your clients’ and interested parties’ minds. This is NOT to just bombard your audience with a request to purchase your services; it IS a series of helpful emails you send to your list on a regular basis to give them FREE helpful tips or advice to serve and care for them and their needs.  Mine are set up once-a-month and I simply add an email every 30 days.  When someone joins the email list, they get the first email, then the 2nd 30 days later, and so on.  I have about 6 in the “bank” now that auto-send to new subscribers… this automatically allows my business to provide value to people every month for 6 months after they subscribe. (I’m aiming to get at least 2 years of emails in the bank...adding one a month right now.) Learn copywriting. Honestly, this is my one best tip for therapy practice owners.  Most therapy websites are SO BAD at communicating our value to clients.  Learning basic copywriting will COMPLETELY change how you write your marketing materials.  My favorite resources online are Neville Medhora’s Kopywriting Kourse and (Sign up for Neville’s emails. They are HILARIOUS and you’ll love reading them every month, all while learning how to write your own advertising / marketing / website content in an engaging way that your clients will resonate with and understand!) Building a Storybrand by Donald Miller is the BEST book resource I have found related to this topic.  A must-read for all business owners. Have you tried any of these? What has worked for you in your business? Come to the Mind Your OT Business FB group to hang out and discuss! Until next time….Mind Your OT Business! :)

If you let any garden grow untended, it’s going to get messy. Maybe you were excited about it at the start… You knew where every row was, every seed planted, which cycles of water and light and how to fertilize “just right.” You knew what to expect, you knew about the potential bugs and diseases these little plants are susceptible to… And then… Over time, it got fuzzy.    The rain washed away the little row markers telling you which row were cucumbers, which were carrots, which type of tomato to expect… And things got messy. Maybe you overwatered these, and under-fertilized there, but... at least you have a garden! You’re doing it. Not everyone has a garden, but you do, and you’re doing a pretty good job.    More time passes, and you realize that you’re a little over your head… Some things start growing, others haven’t even broken ground. Your garden looks more like a compost bin than a garden. Doubt begins to creep in and you feel silly for even wanting to start a garden in the first place. Who are you to start a garden? You think just watching a few YouTube videos and buying all the stuff was enough?    And before you know it… The garden goes unattended. First for a few days, you peek out the window and see that things are still green… it’s been raining regularly. Things will just take their natural course. You secretly resolve to just let the garden be whatever it wants to be. A hands-off gardener. If bugs want to come along, fine. If weeds grow, whatever. You’re sure something good will come of it… but you just really don’t care anymore. You can hear voices from some past-life of your parents telling you you don’t have a green thumb… Or that you’re not careful enough to take care of plants… And you quietly agree with them.   It was a nice idea at first, but you’re not a gardener… Silly imagination. Waste of money. A good idea not followed-through, and more shame to add to the pile.   I want to talk a little bit about paying attention and perseverance. Two things that are wildly difficult; inconvenient, uncomfortable, no “instant gratification,” no real “user’s manuals” to go by… Just diligence, gathering information, and keeping enough oil in the lamp to keep the flame burning.    I don’t know about you, but if I look in my rearview mirror, I’ve got dozens of unfinished ideas… Business ideas, dreams for the church, relationships I had hoped to fix but never could, vain attempts to get rich quick, or to try to be something I’m not… Almost all of these things I’m glad I didn’t pursue… There’s wisdom in letting ideas come and go—I do it all the time—but this isn’t about that.    This is about the thing that you know you need to do. The thing you started because knew it was the right thing to do. The business you’ve been working at and fighting over for the last 10 years… The family you’ve started with someone you love, but you’re starting to see your control slip away. The relationship that you used to care deeply about and now you’re resolved to just let it be whatever it wants to be. It’s too much work. Too frustrating. Too heartbreaking. Too discouraging.    This is about us being dealt little blows, one after another after another… And slowly loosening our grip on our intentions. Slowly letting our standards slip. Slowly forgetting our expectations and settling for less… and in some cases, much less than we had originally intended to.    What is it about the human psyche that retreats after getting beat up a little bit? It makes sense, of course… But it doesn’t really jive with Darwin’s “survival of the fittest” nor does it align with a biblical perspective of life and faith and having God working all things together for our good.    When we begin to “give up”… it feels normal, but it shouldn’t. I guess what I’m trying to say is that it feels common to the human experience { You try something hard for a short time, or sometimes a long time, and then eventually you lose energy, gusto, focus, passion, and you begin to let it slip in quality, in excellence, etc. }    As I referenced earlier, sometimes IT IS TIME to let something go. No question. Sometimes every sign on the dashboard is blinking and it’s clear that whatever your original dream was isn’t going to pan out the way you had hoped… We need to pay attention and sometimes go back to the drawing board. Cut our losses and start again. Sometimes there are things completely outside of our control and we need to take a hint from the universe to try something else.    The multi-tier marketing scheme isn’t panning out. Our commission-based job isn’t paying the bills. That relationship has turned sour and there’s genuinely no hope for it to become healthy again. Sometimes it’s time to stop a thing. Crunch the numbers. Do some soul searching. Make the hard decision.    But sometimes it’s not the universe lining up to tell us something, and sometimes it’s actually US that’s doing the waffling… Everything is there for the taking, but we’re the ones feeling our passion fade, our belief that things can get better, our dreams starting to compromise… Settling… Letting our minds wander to something easier, requiring less sweat, taking less of a toll on us.    I wonder how many dreams go unrealized, not because of God closing doors, but because of us growing wearing from knocking. How many dreams go unfulfilled simply because we give up when things get hard?    First and foremost… Nothing is wasted. And I really believe that. If you spend 10 years in a broken marriage, only to end in divorce and starting over again… There’s a deep pain there, but none of that is wasted. All of that experience shapes your next 10 years; your next relationship; the freedom you feel; the joy of starting afresh; of being true to yourself; out from under the thumb of an abusive husband.    I’ve had to learn lessons the hard way sometimes… At first, early in business, it was a $500 lesson… I was overeager, thought it was a good idea, and wasted $500. I hated that. I felt dumb. But I learned. I learned to ask questions. I learned to investigate. And I became a better leader because of it.   More recently, it was a $67,000 lesson. Earlier this year. Building a business, choosing a model that I thought was wise… And $67,000 in, realizing I needed to change course. It wasn’t sustainable. I learned. I learned that business ideas need to make sense in a spreadsheet long before you’re trying to work it out. I learned to protect profit margins. I learned that a thing doesn’t have to be big and bulky with lots of overhead to be successful.    Nothing is wasted.    If I were to ask you: “What’s a season or relationship or decision you’ve made that you regret?” I’m sure something would come to mind… There’s some thing that didn’t pan out and you wish had never happened. Ok… Now, assuming we can’t rewrite history… What did you learn from it?    Maybe it’s the most embarrassingly simple lesson. Maybe it’s complex and nuanced. But you learned. You reflect, you dissect, you learn, and you bring that with you.    First of all, nothing is wasted. The last thing your soul needs is more shame heaped on it… Be kind to yourself. It’s your first “go” at this life thing. Nothing is wasted.   Second… If your garden is overgrown and you’re ready to give up, bring fresh eyes into the picture. Ask a friend to walk through the garden with you. Ideally someone that knows a bit about gardening, but even that’s not necessary. Just fresh eyes. Someone that hasn’t been beaten up by the thing. Someone that isn’t jaded or discouraged or ready to throw in the towel.    You’ll find that the questions they ask, the spirit they bring with them, the heart they have for you and for your success… That might be all you need. Someone in the trenches with you for a minute. Someone to help pull the weeds, relabel the rows and set up a schedule with you.    Sometimes simply having a different perspective can make all the difference. If you’re having a hard time with your finances, share your finances with a trusted friend. If you’re having a hard time with being in shape, start meeting a friend at the gym for accountability.    No one said you have to grow your garden alone. Call a neighbor over. Humble yourself. Ask for help. No one knows everything. If it’s been a while since your last humiliation (or humbling of yourself)… You’ll find that your soul actually welcomes it. It’s a heavy burden to be right all the time; to always have everything figured out… Drop the facade. Ask for help. Take a breath. You’ll be amazed at how many people are willing to help.    The last point I want to make is very simply: Anything worth doing is worth doing well. If you’re going to half-ass it, it’s not worth it. And if you’re going to do it well, it’s going to take time.    Do fewer things with greater attention to detail. Don’t be a factory of half-assed stuff. Be a craftsman of the few, excellent things you’ve decided to do. No one wants to be a mile wide and an inch deep. A jack of all trades; master of none.    If you want to grow a garden, that’s a noble thing. Do that thing well. And don’t beat yourself when your first garden sucks. It’s your first garden. Maybe next season you’ll set it up differently. You’ll choose different crops. You’ll start earlier. You’ll spend money on the good fertilizer. You’ll quit that other thing that sucked up your free-time so you have more time for this thing.    Maybe it’s time to quit and never do this thing again… Or maybe it’s time to recognize what you’re learning, to invite others around you on your journey, and to recommit to doing this thing well.    I know I plan on it.    I love you guys, make it a good day. 

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On today's episode, we're talking about how-to inspire vs. convince another person of something. We're back with our 111th episode of the Fed+Fit Podcast! Remember to check back every Monday for a new episode and be sure to subscribe on iTunes! Find us HERE on iTunes and be sure to "subscribe." Episode 111 Sponsors Aaptiv - be sure to enter the promo code "FEDANDFIT" (one word, all caps) at checkout, and your first 30 days are on the house! Episode 111 Transcription Today’s show is brought to you by Aaptiv! Aaptiv is a fabulous app and robust online community that allows you access to top notch, motivating personal trainers who guide you through an audio-based workout that is timed to your choosing with fun, perfectly synchronized music. Like Netflix for fitness; Aaptiv gives members unlimited access to their entire bank of high-end, trainer-led workout classes. So if you’re looking for fresh, high quality, on the go, motivating workouts that adapt to your lifestyle, I highly recommend Aaptiv. In fact; if you head over to the curator playlists, you’ll see a familiar face! I chose 7 of my favorite Aaptiv workouts so that you can get a well-rounded mix of workouts that will take you from intense cardio to restorative serenity; and these are some of my favorite workouts to do when I’m traveling, or if I just have a spare 20 minutes between activities. And because they're the best, Aaptiv is even offering Fed and Fit listeners a free 30-day trial. When you sign up for a monthly subscription at www.Aaptiv.com; be sure to enter the promo code FEDANDFIT, one word, at checkout, and your first 30 days are on the house. Cassy Joy: And we're back with another episode of the Fed and Fit podcast. Thank you guys so much for dialing in this week, and maybe every week. I was recently listening to a podcast, and the host of the show gave a special shout out to anybody who was listening to episodes; and episode after episode, kind of Netflix style. So I want to hat-tip out to anybody, if anybody is out there listening to the show in that regard. Goodness. More power to you. That’s a lot of my voice in your ear {laughs}. And I am honored. So thank you so much for the privilege to chat with you guys every week. So, today we're going to talk about; you know, I have to be honest. Today’s show was supposed to be different. I was supposed to be {laughs} I was supposed to write an episode about the five pieces of advice to ignore. And while I still think that's a great episode idea, and I have lots of notes on it, when I was typing out my thoughts on that episode, another topic that is kind of a burr in my saddle right now kept coming out and I kept trying to fit that other thing into the five pieces of advice to ignore. So I said; “Forget it. I’m just going to do the show that I want to do.” And so today we're going to talk about something that is near and dear to my heart. And I'm not bringing it up; I was really hesitant to record this show, because I don't want any one person to feel bad, or to feel singled out, or anything in that regard when it comes to today's show. It's not that there are any; I’m not trying to shame anybody if they are doing this thing that we're going to talk about. I just want to shed light on an alternative way of going about life. Not going about life; that’s way too grand. But an alternative way of maybe communicating with other people. And I hope that it lightens the load. I hope that things become easier for folks. And overall, I hope this is just a casual inspiring solution for folks who may be looking for it. So, what we're going to talk about today is the difference between inspiring a person and convincing a person. Ok? Now these are two very distinct, very different concepts that have two very distinct, very predictable outcomes. OK? And where does this come from? Why is this showing up in the Fed and Fit podcast? Well, I can tell you,

Okay, you have the iPads or shiny new Chromebooks in your classroom. What do you want to do with them?  How are you letting your students use them in their learning?  Apps?  Websites?  Which ones are the cools ones today? Okay, you have the iPads or shiny new Chromebooks in your classroom. What do you want to do with them?  How are you letting your students use them in their learning?  Apps?  Websites?  Which ones are the cools ones today? Okay, you have the iPads or shiny new Chromebooks in your classroom. What do you want to do with them?  How are you letting your students use them in their learning?  Apps?  Websites?  Which ones are the cools ones today? Okay, you have the iPads or shiny new Chromebooks in your classroom. What do you want to do with them?  How are you letting your students use them in their learning?  Apps?  Websites?  Which ones are the cools ones today? Sharon and I share our thoughts on what it means to use technology in the classroom in a meaningful way.  Hint:  It is about the learning! Join us as we figure all this out and more! Transcript [Welcome to the Teaching Bites Podcast. Here are your hosts, Fred and Sharon Jaravata.] Fred Jaravata: Ba-ba-da-bomp-bomp. Sharon Jaravata: Bomp-bomp. Fred Jaravata: Hi everyone. I’m Fred Jaravata. Sharon Jaravata: And I’m Sharon Jaravata. Fred Jaravata: Welcome to the Teaching Bites Show where we connect you … Sharon Jaravata: With people and ideas to take your teaching to the next level. Fred Jaravata: Yes. Sharon Jaravata: Hi everyone! Fred Jaravata: We are recording live from San Francisco on this Labor Day weekend and we really hope you guys are enjoying or have enjoyed when you listen to this your Labor Day weekend, right? I know everyone has started school. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: And we’re back to the grind. We’re back to the grind and just know, take care of yourself and take some breaks here and there. OK? Sharon Jaravata: Take a day off. Fred Jaravata: If you can. Sharon Jaravata: Not because you’re sick. Fred Jaravata: But also after work, go for a run. Do the yoga class. Get a massage, a chair massage. I think I mentioned this before. Get a chair massage at the mall. Sharon Jaravata: Those are cool. Leave your clothes on. It’s 15 minutes. Done. Fred Jaravata: Yes. Leave your clothes on, please. Well, for me, yeah. OK. So on this episode, we’re going to talk about – real quick about how to use technology in the classroom. Now we know that a lot of schools have started or probably in year one, year two, maybe in year three and four, that they have laptops, iPads, Chromebooks in their classroom available now. Sharon Jaravata: So I actually want to stop right there. So when you say technology, do you mean those kinds of electric devices … Fred Jaravata: Now, let me stop right there. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: I’m going to clarify that. So let me continue with that. People think that the Chromebooks, iPads – there’s this misconception. Well, I guess the media – everyone talks about technology and rightfully so. When we talk about technology, it’s basically the newest things, right? We think of a technology company, Facebook, Google. The shiny objects, right? We don’t think of Ford is a technology company. We don’t think McDonald’s a technology company. Though they use technology, right? Now technology could also include – let me clarify this – cardboard, a knife, spoons, forks. Those are all technology. Those are old technology. Sharon Jaravata: Pencils. Fred Jaravata: They still work. Exactly. They still work, right? And they still enhance us, right? They enhance humans. They make us do things better. We eat better with a fork and knife, spoons and utensils, right? We cook better with slow cookers and all that. All right? So technology and education almost always means the shiny tablet, the Chromebook and so on. Sharon Jaravata: OK. Fred Jaravata: OK? Sharon Jaravata: OK, good. Fred Jaravata: But how to use it – so I’ve been teaching technology and computers since 2004, right? And I’m an innovation teacher and I’m glad – I’m really glad I don’t have the word “technology” in my title at work and I’m the K8 Educational Innovation Coordinator. Sharon Jaravata: What does that mean? Fred Jaravata: I work with both faculties. There’s a boys’ school. There’s a girls’ school, elementary schools. Girls’ high school group, boys’ high school. I primarily work for K8 and I work with the faculty for boys’ school and faculty with the girls’ school. It’s about let’s say – I don’t know, 60, maybe 70, 75 teachers I work with. Not all the time. It’s all staggered out. I work more with teachers more – more teachers I work with than others. I also work with the students, right? So I teach the students iPad boot camps. I teach them how to use the iPad, how to use – how to get in their email, Google Apps for Education. They also train the teachers in using all that as well. I also nudged the teachers, a friendly nudge to have them start innovating, meaning do something new and different or something new and – yeah, a little different. Sharon Jaravata: Doing something old in a new way. Fred Jaravata: In a new way, instead of doing a word processing – typing up a word processing document, have the students create a podcast. Sharon Jaravata: So that leads into your SAMR model. Fred Jaravata: Right. So going back to the how to use technology in the classroom, I’m going to say in parenthesis [0:04:46] [Indiscernible] in a meaningful way. Sharon Jaravata: Yes. Fred Jaravata: OK. So the thing is in SAMR, I think some of the people may have heard this already. We mentioned it a few episodes ago. The S-A-M-R model and I forget the gentleman who created that – this model. But it’s widely referenced when creating a – or using technology in the classroom. OK? And the other models too. We have the Bloom’s Taxonomy. That’s also referred to and also the 4Cs, the 21st century skills. All right? But going back to the SAMR model, the S stands for substitution. A is augmentation. M is for modification and R is for redefinition. All right? So what does that mean? There is a great info graphic of the SAMR model and they use coffee cups, right? Coffee, right? Say you go to Starbucks or Peet’s or whatever, Blue Bottle. If you have that, great, or Philz Coffee. So S, it’s substituting things, right? So it’s the technology. It acts as a direct tool or a substitute, but no change, no real change. It’s like the cup of coffee. There’s no real change. But when you start augmenting it, OK? The A part, when you augment your coffee, you start adding more function to it or a different – an improvement to it. So instead of just coffee, now you add like steamed milk. It becomes a latte with foam and so what – it’s essentially still coffee but you’re adding – instead of cold milk, you’re adding steaming, frothy milk, right? So you’re changing it. You can see there’s a different texture to it. There’s a different taste to it than regular coffee. Sharon Jaravata: Right. Fred Jaravata: I will talk about the assignments, how that can – how does it look like? Sharon Jaravata: So would you say this is like a continuum maybe? Fred Jaravata: Yes, you can start off with the S and then move on, right? We all start simple and I will talk about that later. But the modification, the M part, it’s where you are starting to allow for more redesign. So instead of a cup of coffee or a latte, now you’re going to start adding like a caramel macchiato. You see how it has transformed? Sharon Jaravata: Because I think – so I used to actually work at a coffee station back in college. Fred Jaravata: Yes. Sharon Jaravata: And I had to make all these drinks and I don’t even drink coffee myself. But I remember – I think a macchiato is where you combine espresso and coffee. I forgot. Fred Jaravata: See? You’re enhancing it now, right? Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. From what I remember, it’s not just straight coffee. We just put it in a machine. Fred Jaravata: Right. You’re doing something more to it, right? It has become different. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: And then the R, now you are the technology – in terms of technology of the classroom. You’re creating something pretty new, right? Something completely different. So in this example, coffee, like Starbucks pumpkin spice. Sharon Jaravata: Oh, fall. Fred Jaravata: Right. Sharon Jaravata: The fall drinks. Fred Jaravata: Fall is coming. So it’s different now. It has a different taste, a different texture. It’s also for the time, the fall you were saying. So you’re definitely making that different. You’re transforming it little by little. Another way to think about it is – another info graphic by I think Sylvia Duckworth. She made the same info graphic. Sylvia Duckworth, she’s a very popular graphic facilitator. She draws amazing pictures of people’s talks, like TED Talks and so on. She made this little essay on our … Sharon Jaravata: You might have seen her on your Facebook feed or stuff. Fred Jaravata: Yeah, she’s all over the place. Sharon Jaravata: So let me interrupt you. Actually I looked up macchiato just because I wanted to make sure that our audience knows. It is sometimes called an espresso macchiato. It’s an espresso coffee drink with a small amount of milk, usually foamed. So I was kind of right. Espresso, coffee, a little bit of milk. Fred Jaravata: Now you want me to drink some coffee. Sharon Jaravata: OK. Fred Jaravata: Anyway, moving on. OK. So think about – you’re at the beach, right? The SAMR model, how to use technology. How do you integrate technology? We’re using the SAMR model. Say if you’re at the beach. You’re looking out. That’s like – you’re looking into the water. That’s using no tech. Now if you take the boat or the canoe, and you’re rolling across the water, that is using a little tech, right? But now the SAMR model encourages to go deeper. The next step besides – after the boat, you snorkel. You’re going deeper now. Sharon Jaravata: But you’re still close to the water. You’re just under more. Fred Jaravata: And then the next one is modification, going much deeper. So it’s like scuba diving, right? But it’s deep now. Then the last one is redefinition, the R part. It’s taking a submarine going way deep. You’re exploring more. So basically exploring, right? Sharon Jaravata: I like that picture. Fred Jaravata: Yeah, it is a very cool info graph in a way. It defines it really well. So real quick, I don’t have the thing right here in front of me to refer to. So it’s like taking – so S, substitute. It’s just basically – you’re taking the person’s notes or a paragraph that they wrote by hand and you’re just putting it on Microsoft Word or Google Docs. Sharon Jaravata: Or typing it, yeah. Fred Jaravata: You’re just typing it out. That’s it. Nothing special. It’s digitized now. Cool, right? But that’s all right. Now, the augmenting part, now you take that same document, the digitized document now, and you’re transforming it into a PDF. You’re emailing it to people. So now you’re sharing it what way. Sharon Jaravata: So the reach is bigger. It’s not just your classroom. Fred Jaravata: Yes. And then now, you are – the next part is M. After that, you can take a Google doc, typing it out. But now you’re sharing it with others that way. You’re sharing it. Sharon Jaravata: Is that kind of what you just said with augment though? Fred Jaravata: Yeah. But the other one is email. Sharon Jaravata: Oh. Fred Jaravata: Right? So it’s living in your computer. The original document is living in – you email the document out. The M part is where you have a Google doc and you’re sharing it and it’s live. As you make changes, it changes automatically for other people. Sharon Jaravata: OK. And then they can interact … Fred Jaravata: Not yet. That’s going to be the R. Sharon Jaravata: Oh. Fred Jaravata: That’s the redefinition part. Sharon Jaravata: OK. Fred Jaravata: So you’re sharing with other people but you’re not sending this in a PDF. You’re sending a link and as you type – this is the M part – people can see the live things happening. They’re not interacting, not yet. So they can watch it. Sharon Jaravata: So that’s one way. Fred Jaravata: One way still. Maybe there are some differences and you could probably – some experts in SAMR may argue against that and please let me know. The R part now is when you get a bunch of students working on the same document. Sharon Jaravata: In real time. Fred Jaravata: And then – I guess that includes the teacher going in and giving comments on how to improve it. Sharon Jaravata: OK. Fred Jaravata: Does that make sense? I know I went fast and probably I’m tweaking the SAMR model a little bit. But that’s what I remember. But I hope that makes sense. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. So if I’m a new teacher, right? Do I start with S and then gradually go to R or just try to jump to the R? Fred Jaravata: You gradually – I think as a new teacher, gradually move to the R, right? So you start with S. Yeah, type it out. That’s fine. And then you move into like a – you send it as a PDF. But I think a lot of people have done that a lot already. Sharon Jaravata: I guess it would depend on what you’re doing too, what kind of project or assignment, right? Fred Jaravata: Right. But the SAMR model is great. But I always refer to the 4Cs, 21st century skills. The 4Cs are important because they encourage you – those offer guidelines to add. The Cs are collaborate, communicate, be creative and collaborate. Did I say that right? Sharon Jaravata: Creativity. OK. Fred Jaravata: No, no, critical thinking. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. It was – I forget too. Fred Jaravata: OK. Critical thinking, collaborate, communicate and creativity. Sharon Jaravata: Yes. Fred Jaravata: Those four Cs, they offer me a guide myself in how to reach my students to do that. I want my students to do those things, one of those things, right? Sharon Jaravata: And sometimes that’s correlated with the common core state standards too. Fred Jaravata: Exactly. And it goes to the Bloom’s taxonomy of – you know, on the bottom of the triangle. Remember, understand, apply, analyze, evaluate and create. These models, they’re all very similar. There are other info graphics to put into each other and how they do relate. They all relate to each other. But yeah, maybe in a different episode, we will talk about Bloom’s taxonomy and how that can be flipped over. I think we mentioned that before. But we will analyze that a little more on a different episode. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: So there’s a great – another great info graph that has been shared since like 2013 and it’s by a man named – a teacher named Bill Ferriter. You can find him at WilliamFerriter.com. Bill Ferriter https://www.flickr.com/photos/plugusin/9223386478/in/datetaken/ Sharon Jaravata: We will put these in the show notes, right? The info graphics. Fred Jaravata: This is a very good one and it’s also – this is in George Couros who I follow a lot on Twitter and I bought his book. I love his book called The Innovator’s Mindset and he refers to this graphic and after this graphic, he worked with Bill to make a new graphic for leaders. But going back to this first info graphic that Bill made. So it says on the top, “What do you want your kids to do with technology?” OK? And on one side – it’s like a T-square. On one side, you have wrong answers. On the right hand, you have right answers. By George Couros https://www.flickr.com/photos/plugusin/with/9223386478/ So let’s go to the wrong answers first. OK? So what do you want your kids to do with technology? I want my kids – these are running answers. I want my kids to do – to make Prezis. I want my kids to start blogs. I want them to create Wordles. I want them to publish Animoto videos, making video slideshows. I want my students to design flip charts. I want my kids to produce videos. I want to post to Edmodo. I want to use whiteboards. I want them to use – I want them to develop apps, right? Those are the wrong answers of what you want your kids to do with technology. Sharon Jaravata: From what it looks like to me, there’s – for every wrong answer, there’s the right answer that’s correlated across to it. So for example, the wrong answer is make Prezis and the right answer is raise awareness. Fred Jaravata: Exactly. So what is Prezi? Prezi is just a fancy PowerPoint. It’s a fancy keynote, right? You can go zoom it in, zoom out. I get like seasick when I see that stuff. If it’s don’t really bad, you know. But yeah, Prezis or presentation apps or keynotes. I want my kids to do PowerPoint. It’s just basically just raise awareness. Sharon Jaravata: So the wrong answers are if – if you guys haven’t figured out, those are the tools that you use in which to extract these big ideas. Fred Jaravata: So the big ideas, the right answer – let’s go to the right answers, the right way to use technology and the info graph by Bill Ferriter. You want them to raise awareness. You want them to start conversations. You want them to find the answers to their own questions. You want them to join in partnerships. You want your students to change minds, convince others. So a lot of communication is important. Sharon Jaravata: Persuasive writing. Fred Jaravata: Right. You want your students to make a difference. You want them to take action and you want them to be agents of change or drive change in the world. So these are our huge, big ideas, right? These aren’t tools we’re talking about. Technology are the tools to do all these big ideas. Sharon Jaravata: Right. I think the thing is – because a lot of the teachers, they see or hear that oh, look at that school. They’re doing – they’re using all these shiny tools. Then maybe I should be doing that, but not really understanding that – what the purpose of it is, right? Fred Jaravata: Sometimes a lot of my faculty and my colleagues – I love them to death, but sometimes they’re so fixated on the app. Oh, I saw a cool app. I saw this cool app. It can do this, this, this, this. Cool! That’s great. I always support them. But I also tried to make sure – what is the learning goal? What do you want them to do? I’m glad you found a great app. There are always great apps out there. But they still need to support learning. All right? There’s another info graphic that continues this, the George Couros. He talked about this and another info graphic was created for this. The question is, “What do you want leaders to do with technology?” OK? Now, the shares on the left hand side again like a T-square. So good answers. Sharon Jaravata: I think you mean T-chart. Fred Jaravata: A – what did I say? Sharon Jaravata: T-square. Fred Jaravata: OK, T-chart, sorry. What do you want to do – what do you want leaders to do with technology? Some good answers are like I want – you want them to tweet. You want them to use Google apps or Office 365 or whatever. WordPerfect, if you’re still on that. Write a blog post. Sharon Jaravata: It’s still around? Fred Jaravata: Yes it is actually. I guess the legal people, the legal professionals, they use WordPerfect. Sharon Jaravata: OK. Fred Jaravata: You use Learning Management System, the LMS. You want to publish a video, text reminders, blah, blah, blah, develop a website. The better answers are you wanted to build relationships. Technology is for building relationships. That’s the key right there. You want the leaders and your students to build relationships and that’s where technology is very powerful, right? Yeah, you can – I’ve seen teachers use – what is that? Flat Stanley? Remember that? Flat Stanley. Sharon Jaravata: The character. Yeah, from the book. Fred Jaravata: And then they use an envelope or a cardboard or whatever, one of those big interoffice envelopes. Sharon Jaravata: Manila envelopes. Fred Jaravata: And then they send it around the world, send it around the country and they – the whole – they share. Where would it go, right? Where did it go? That’s cool. But now, you can only reach one person at a time. It’s very short or you have pen pals, which is great, right? It still works and I still encourage that. But – so you’re building relationships and there’s something said to be – having handed to – with the real envelope. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: Right. Handed a note, right? Sharon Jaravata: Uh-huh. Fred Jaravata: But you can accomplish pretty much now today that – the building relationships with an email, as long as you write the email in a proper way that’s empathetic and that’s actually personal, right? You can send that email. You could tweak it and personalize emails. You can send to a hundred people at one time, right? You just change the name. Sharon Jaravata: Just click it. Fred Jaravata: You can click it. But I advise you, you had to personalize each one. But you can send it and it goes boom! It goes out all over the world, wherever you want to, right? Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: That’s another way of using technology and how powerful it can be. But here it is. Whatever you do, when using technology in the classroom, make sure it’s meaningful. All right? Make sure it’s simple. Don’t get overwhelmed with it because you can have all these – thousands of apps are available. Sharon Jaravata: Well, start small, right? Fred Jaravata: Right. And my favorite app, people, I’ve said this before, over the past couple of years – years of using – in this podcast, the Camera is my favorite. OK? Because you can slow mo, time lapse. You can reverse it, replay back. You can slow mo backwards. You can share it. You can make movies. You can do tutorials. The Camera is the best one. OK. I have this thing, the three Es. I have these things with 3Es, 4Cs, blah, blah, blah. I always say things like that. Sharon Jaravata: Well, we know teachers. We have all acronyms and short cuts. Fred Jaravata: I like this acronym, the – it’s not an acronym but the 3Es helps you remember. Make sure that the technology you’re using – or anything really. This goes beyond the lesson. Make sure that your lesson or your – the technology is effective first thing and then make sure it is efficient. Don’t go all over the place. Make sure it’s efficient unless you have some kind of design in a way that’s kind of complicated. But overall, keep it efficient and lastly, keep it elegant. What does effective mean? Make sure it works. What does efficient mean? Make sure it’s not too many steps, right? What does elegant mean? It kind of has to be designed well, right? It has to be designed well. So you can flow easily from one task to another. You’re elegantly moving from one app to another app, to another app, to the person where you want to do – or the learning outcome you want to do. So it has to flow well. That’s the elegant part. Sharon Jaravata: So I guess I can also – so maybe it means it just makes the experience for the user or the audience smooth, right? Fred Jaravata: Yeah, a smooth experience. It has come down to it. Yes. For the creator, for the receiver, the person you’re trying to reach. Have an elegant solution to that. Sharon Jaravata: So would you say that’s also a continuum, like in order? You could try to do the first two first, like efficient … Fred Jaravata: Yeah. Sharon Jaravata: And effective first. Fred Jaravata: Yes. Sharon Jaravata: That’s the most important. Fred Jaravata: Keep it. Yeah, make sure it’s effective. It would be clunky though. If it’s effective, it can be clunky. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: All right? Again, that’s how you – make sure you use technology in the classroom in a very – in a meaningful manner. All right, folks. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: I talked a lot today. Sharon Jaravata: Full tips, yeah. Fred Jaravata: All right. Let me check. OK, yeah, I did record this. I’m glad. Sharon Jaravata: Can you imagine if we do it again? Fred Jaravata: That’s my biggest fear. You know, podcast people. I think I’m recording and we’re talking and talking and talking. So many knowledge bombs but they forgot to punch record. Sharon Jaravata: So far I’m not going to worry. It has not happened to us. Fred Jaravata: Not yet. All right, folks. Make sure you subscribe to our show. Thank you for joining our show. Make sure you share our show with other teachers. We’re getting a lot of people every day listening to our show and we’re very, very grateful. We’re here to serve you. If you have any questions, please email me at Fred@teachingbites.com. Sharon Jaravata: And you can email me at Sharon@teachingbites.com and of course find us on our website TeachingBites.com. Fred Jaravata: In all the social media, we’re out there. Sharon Jaravata: Yeah. Fred Jaravata: All right? Sharon Jaravata: OK, everyone. Have a good day! Be super! Fred Jaravata: Bye. Sharon Jaravata: Bye.

This is the FIRST marketing on your bike podcast! :) On today’s special episode Russell rides his bike to work and talks about why you shouldn’t sell to people who are broke. He also tells some of the things he learned while trying to sell to people who didn’t have money and didn’t want to work. Here are a few things you’ll hear in this episode: Why selling to broke people will get you nowhere. Why raising prices Russell was able to weed out all the broke people and actually made selling easier. And why the people who are broke and unsuccessful are that way because they are trying to find external reasons when the problem is actually them. So listen below to find out why you should never sell to broke people. ---Transcript--- Hey everyone! This is Russell Brunson and welcome to the first ever Marketing On Your Bike. Yes, you guys, today I am riding my bike to the office and doing our podcast at the same time. Hopefully, the wind is not too loud. Hi, everyone. So, I’m excited for today. I’ve been wanting to ride my bike to the office for as long as I had a bike which has been like a week. So it’s happening today. I have no idea how long it’s going to take to get there but we’re going to find out here in a minute. My wife is convinced that I’m going to die today. In fact, she had all the kids gave me a hug and a kiss before I left because she thought I was going to be dead. Mostly, because I don’t want to wear a helmet and I’m sure that some of you guys out there are – whoa! I’m out of shape already. Some of you guys are very safety conscious people. But from my house to the office is one street, one long street and it’s all back roads. And so, I don’t want to wear a helmet. I am not going to lie. So if I die, that’s why you guys will be witnessed to that. So anyway, I’m not wearing a helmet today. I’ll see how bad it is and maybe I will wear it tomorrow but yeah. This is harder than I thought it was going to be, to talk while riding while carrying a backpack of stuff. But it’s all good. Okay, so today, a couple of things, last night I did a podcast. I was talking about Periscope and how excited I was and how I’m going to post in that platform. And then literally an hour later, we got approved by Facebook for their Facebook Mentions Product. Did you guys see that? My wife just drove by. She’s dropping the kids off. She said, “No texting while you’re biking.” Oh man, she thinks I’m crazy. Anyway, so I got home and I got approved in the Facebook’s Mentions Program which means according to Facebook, I am officially a celebrity. So with their Mention Program, you can use their – I guess you get like a blue checkmark saying that you’re a celebrity. And then on top of that, you also get to use their platform where you’re… it’s kind of Periscope but for Facebook. So, I now got access to that, which my Facebook following is way more larger and more prominent than my Twitter following. So anyway, I’m going to try some things on that too and we’ll kind of see what happens between Mention and Periscope and it will be fun. So today, my message for you guys is that… I’ve got to figure out how to pause this so I don’t die at the light up here… Anyway, my message for you guys today is, don’t sell things to broke people. And that’s it. You guys can take that and you gain today what you needed to know. No. Hold on. I’m switching hands with the phone. One second here. All right. So, it’s funny. If you look at my business, if you read the DotComSecrets book, you know about this. I talked about how a few years ago, I realized I was not in love with my current clients. And the real reason why is we were selling stuff to people who are broke. We were in the how to start a business online business and we were selling – we were helping start a business. And our typical package is almost $5,000. And we sold a lot. We sold tens of millions of dollars’ worth of that. But the problem was like most of these of people who are were coming to us like they didn’t have money to start a business. And as you know and I know, business is not some make believe thing. It’s something you have to build and create and it takes money and capital and time and energy and work. Weird…you have to work. In fact, I remember at one of my events back then, there were these guys there. And two older guys and we were talking about everything and they’re in the office in Boise. And basically I told them what they had to do. I’m like, “Guys, you have to create something. That’s how it works.” And the guy literally told me, “Well, I got into this to get rich quick. And if I have to make something, I don’t want to do it.” This was what the guy told me. I’m like, “Are you kidding me? You’re only here to get rich quick and if you can’t then you don’t want to try.” I was just like blown away. So, that was my reality for four, five years. And then we shut the call center down. We stopped selling high end coaching and we kind of walked away from that. And then when I wrote – in the DotCom Secrets book, I talked about this, how like I realized my biggest problem was… it was like my dream customer… I was getting the wrong customers, customers I didn’t want. And people first of all couldn’t afford. But then the people who can’t afford it – what I found like there’s a reason why they can’t afford it typically. And then obviously, there is an exception to every rule. People have hard times. There’s a lot of stuff like that. But the vast majority of people who can’t afford to invest in your program, they can’t afford to invest in your program because of something outside of just like, “I need to make more money or whatever.” Like typically, they are struggling with a whole bunch of stuff. They got other underlying issues that got them there typically. Like these guys from the event who basically didn’t want to make money. Let’s just get rich quick. We don’t want to work that’s why we’re here. Anyway, so when we did re-launch our coaching program two years ago, we jacked up the prices. It started at $8,000. We raised it to $10,000 then we raised it to $12,000. That’s our lowest right now. Then we have our $25,000 and then we have our $100,000. And what happened by raising our prices is it naturally weeded out all the people who couldn’t afford it. And what was really interesting to me is that when I did that, all of my headaches disappeared almost, not all of them. But I think 99% of my problem clients couldn’t afford it and they were gone. And it was amazing. Like last year’s coaching event, amazing. Most of my coaching clients have me on Voxer so they can ask me questions. And they are like good people who have businesses, who are successful, who are trying to grow them and scale them. And so, that was my reality. And I was just like, “Man, people are amazing. Everyone works hard. Everyone gets it.” It’s funny. I think we had two refunds in the last two years from our coaching program and both of them we from people who joined at the $12,000 level and had to have payment plans. They couldn’t afford it. And I’m about to have a talk with my sales guys today because I kind of have of this re-awakening and re-epiphany that if someone can’t write a check to join the coaching program flat out, no payments, they can’t write a check, they’re not a good fit for the program. And I’m recommending for you guys the same thing. If someone can’t afford to pay you like don’t sell to broke people. So again, I’ve forgotten this lesson. We did our funnel hacking event earlier this year. And we wanted to sell certification program and give people the ability to learn ClickFunnels but also learn how to go and sell ClickFunnels and make a lot of money as a certified funnel consultant, right? And so, when we did it, we decided like I wanted a lot of people here so we can have a good community and stuff like that, so let’s lower the prices from our typical $12,000 and let’s give people access for I think it was like $3,500 bucks for one person or five grand for two. So, at $3,500 if you – whatever. And then because I love these people so much and I want to serve them in the best way possible, OK, let’s do this for a week. And in that week, we’ll teach them everything. We’ll teach them funnel strategy, how to use ClickFunnels, how to sell ClickFunnels. Let’s bring our top salespeople in and let’s bring people that do our videos and showing them how we our video. Let’s show them everything we got and let’s serve these guys at the highest level possible. And so, we sold certification program, a bunch of people come in. And again for the most part, amazing experience. Then this morning, I get a Facebook message from one of the guys who was there and this guy – his comment illustrates exactly what I’m talking about like why you should not sell to broke people. And again, it comes back to they’re broke for a reason. That’s honestly my opinion. So, in the Facebook message, he thanks me for the event, tells me it was great and then explained why he’s not going to ask for a refund, which is like day one, wrong mindset. Anyway, so it was like from step one like his mind is wrong. He’s trying to convince himself why he shouldn’t ask for a refund. This is why he’s not successful in life…like flat out. So there’s number one. And then he goes on to say that three of the days were amazing and life-changing and so awesome for him but two days were a complete waste of his time and that’s why he wanted to ask for his money back because two of the days, we weren’t entertaining enough for him or whatever. And one of the days he complained about by the way was sales. So I had my top sales guy, someone who in the first quarter of this year, so from January to March, sold $1.2 million worth of funnel services. I don’t think there’s a human being on earth who sold more funnel stuff than this guy. He came and he spoke for three and a half hours showing our sales scripts, doing live training, closing people live in front of the whole room, and showing how he generated $1.2 million in three months selling funnel services for me. OK. It’s probably something I should teach in a funnel certification program, wouldn’t you think? Trying to teach people how to be funnel consultants? Now, I want to caveat this with, most of the people in the room got it. They’re not morons. They saw the value. In fact, one of the guys who is in the $12,000 program, he came. He has done like two or three calls with Robbie and then went through it again. He said, “Man, every time I do this, I get more value, more insight.” He said, “That was so valuable for me, to come and hear Robbie do it again live. I’ve probably seen that presentation ten times or variation of it and done three or four calls with Robbie and still like – that alone was worth the trip.” So this guy tells me – so, this is the guy that Facebooks me, “Russell, I’m broke. I couldn’t afford the $3,000, let alone, a week from my family. But I made the sacrifice and I came and then I wasted half a day listening to some guy talking about sales. I didn’t come here to learn sales. I came here to learn to be funnel consultant.” And I’m not going to – I hope he listens to my podcast because this is for you if you are listening because you got to fix your brain. This is why you’re not having success right now in life – in any area of your life. It’s all tied back to the same thing. The reason why $3,000 is hard for you, it be might be expensive and all stuff for you is because you don’t know how to sell. Do you not understand that? That session was specifically created for you. OK? If you can’t afford the $3,000 to be here and you’re complaining about the sales section, that’s why you’re struggling in life because you don’t know how to sell. It’s the only thing that matters in this whole game. You actually building the funnel does not matter… like you can hire someone for a couple of hundred bucks to build the funnel. You being able to sell it is the only thing that matters. OK? Now, I want to talk to you about another guy who is in the certification program in the same room and listening to the same presentations, but someone who has been successful all aspects of his life, has multimillion dollar business, was in the room because – and again, someone who doesn’t want to necessarily build funnels but he’s like, “I’m going to be in that room for a week because I know that Russell is going to be dropping tons of hints and gold and bombs and things that I can use in tons of different areas of my life. I have no idea where. I understand that some sessions are not going to be for me but there are going to be some gold nuggets there.” So this guy sitting in the session, someone who did not want – who has a whole team who sells, everything, still shows up, still participates and gets value out of every session, little things for him or people on his team or for whatever. And he also understands that sometimes some sessions aren’t for you. And instead of whining and complaining, realizing that there are hundred other people in the room that we are also trying to serve beside you. You’re not the only person on earth. So he gets it. He goes through the training, comes back and on Tuesday, posted on a Facebook group how based on one thing that he learned from Robbie’s presentation, he called someone up and sold a $12,000 funnel. Boom! Three X’d his money instantly because why? First off, he was there to try to figure out like the one or two little nuggets he needed to amplify what he was doing. Second off, he paid attention every session. Even though he may not have wanted to listen to the sales session, he paid attention. And then holy crap! There’s some value there. And then third off, he went home and instead of spending an hour Facebooking me the reason why he wasn’t going to ask for a refund, he freaking picked up the phone and sold somebody like we taught you. Anyway, it blows my mind sometimes and it kind of re-reminding me the reason why we don’t sell to broke people. This guy I believed had to do payment plan to come in and all that stuff. And I get that. And there’s a time and a place. But for me and my company, I don’t want to deal with people like that. I want to deal with people who get it. I look at my $12,000 clients. They’re easy to work with. They work hard. They don’t complain. They are moving forward and they’re using us as a guide to give them ideas and tips and move in the right way. People come in at $5,000 or $3,000, they’re basically, at least in my world, expecting you to hand them a business in a box that prints out cash as oppose to, “Teach me how to build a business that will print out cash.” Anyway, it’s just a big reminder to me. When we do certification program next year, we’ll probably going to, I don’t know, three, four, five times the price. Have a smaller group to weed out the tire kickers and weed out people who are broke and only focus on the higher level people because I look at the few complainers we had and all of them are broke. That’s it. That was the only commonality in them is they were broke. And again, while there are some people that – there are circumstances in life that caused people to do that. And nine times out of ten, from my experience, I’ve been doing this for 12 years now, is that the people who are broke, they are broke because their minds are broke. Their mindsets wrong. They are making decisions and doing things and approaching life the wrong way. And until they fix that, never going to be successful, OK? Until this dude can sit in the room and listen to a guy who did $1.2 million in funnel sales in three months and say, “Man, there is value there for me. I’m going to listen to him and I’m going to go and freaking apply what I learned,” as opposed to messaging me and trying to convince me or try to explain why he’s not going to ask for a refund. And until he can change his mindset, he will never be successful. My bet, I’m prophesying, I’ll get a message from him sometime in the next 30 days after he had not picked up the phone, he has not sold a funnel, he hasn’t done a single thing we taught him, has not listened or applied, which is probably the pattern in most of his life, I’ll get a message from him in the next 30 days asking for a refund because now it’s going to be my fault he did not success as opposed to him paying attention, taking ownership for himself, which is again, another commonality between people who are successful and those who aren’t. So, for you guys listening, whoa! I’m out of breath. This is hard to ride a bike and talk on the phone and not get killed at the same time. But I’m impressed I’ve been doing this so far. So here’s the value for everyone listening in. OK? If you are broke right now, that’s OK. But the reason why you’re probably broke, my guess is that you look for external reasons to figure out why you’re broke. This guy is looking for external reasons. You need to look internally. It’s you. I couldn’t say it any nicer. It’s not me. It’s you. OK? You got to understand that. Until you take ownership of yourself, until you quit trying to make these mistakes, until you stop spending an hour writing an email trying to convince or explain to me why you’re not asking for a refund and freaking do that work, get out there, pick up the phone and start dialing. Do the process that I showed you like eight times in Boise. Go find someone you can serve, work for them for free, build a funnel, blow their minds with it, with the value you can provide someone then take that case study, showing what you did, how you served someone, what the results were you got from them, and then find other business owners like them and then sell that process to them. That’s how you become a millionaire. And if something breaks in the process, you can’t look external for somebody to blame. The only person to blame is yourself. It’s you, not them. The process is simple. Guys, if you want to sum what the whole certification event was, that’s what it was. Find the market you want to be in. So I want serve chiropractors. Find a local chiropractor that you believe in what he does and work for free. Blow his mind. Build out a funnel. Try all those traffic strategies. Work on this list, setup Facebook ads and everything. Build a funnel. Get that thing working and you’re working for free. After you’ve done that, now you’ve got a proven model that works then you go to every other chiropractor in town and sell that for $5,000, $10,000, $15,000, $20,000 and you become rich overnight. That’s it. How do you think Robbie sold $1.2 million in funnel services in the first three months of the year this year? It’s pretty simple. What we did, first off, I worked for free Drew Canole and we had success there. And then I got some clients like Liz and a bunch of people. We had results there that blew their minds. And we got tons and tons of proof and case studies now. And now, when people come, they see the results and they want that for themselves. And it’s not hard to sell now. OK? But my guess is it has been… not even a week since the funnel services has been done. And if you guys haven’t – those who were there, if you have not made at least one phone call, you’re not following my process. If you don’t have someone that you are working for for free right now then it’s only on you. It’s not on anybody else. So hopefully guys, you’re listening to this. You’re listening to my message. Hopefully, the guy who Facebooked me, and my guess is one of two things is going to happen. One is, he’s going to get offended and he’ll ask me for a refund anyway, which is fine. Or number two, is then take it to heart and realized, “Man, it’s me. Not them. Maybe I’m the one that’s keeping me back. Maybe it’s my fault I’m not successful.” And maybe he’s going to change his mind. Maybe he’s going to change his ways. Maybe he will figure out that he needs to listen to what I say and do what I say and apply it and then he’ll be successfully. Anyway, there’s my rant. I love you guys. I know that you guys are doers on my… that are listening to this. And if you’ve been struggling up to this point, just try to look internal at yourself, figure out what you are doing and what you are not doing and that’s holding you back and you got to change it because you’re not going to have success, you’re not going to make any amounts of money until you change yourself. OK? If I look consistently, people pay me $12,000, $25,000 and $100,000. We’re giving the same thing. The difference is their mindset. They get it. They understand that what we provide is a piece and what they provide is the rest. They get off their butt and implement it. Until they do, they’re not going to have success. So, I hope that helps. And maybe actually, one more kind of story. I don’t know how long I’ve been riding for. It’s going to be like 3-hour podcast for all I know. One other story I want to share with you. So there was a guy that joined our… at the funnel hacking event, who joined our $25k Group. The guy is awesome like one of my favorite people so far. And it’s funny because he jumps on Voxer, he’s like, “Hey Russell, what do you think about this?” I’m like, “Yes, I love it.” He said, “Cool!” And he goes and works on it. Three days later he messaged me, “OK, I tried that. Facebook shut me down. So I tried this. I tried this. I tried this. Nothing is working. I’ve been trying this. What do you think about that?” I’m like, “Cool! But change this.” And then he goes back. And he’s working his butt off. He is taking personal responsibility. He realizes that his success relies on him and he’s using us as a guide to make sure that we got feedback like, “Yes, this is right. No, this is wrong. Change this. Try this. We’ve tried this over here, try that.” And he’s using it that way. And this dude is like since the funnel hacking event to now, now he’s more than made his money back and now he’s like, “How do we grow this? How do we 10 X? How do we get it to a million, to two million, to ten million dollars?” And he’s going to get it because he takes personal responsibility and he’s not sitting around and waiting. He’s moving forward, moving forward and using the training and the people and the resources we give them as checks and balances to make sure things are working right. And that’s why that dude is going to be a multimillionaire very, very soon. So those of you guys who are listening, I hope that helps. I probably offended some of you. If I offended you, that means it’s probably an issue with you to be all honest. Hold on. I’m crossing the street. In fact, that’s a really good test as if I’m talking to you directly. If this offended you in any way that means this is your issue. And I hope that you can look at me as a coach and a friend and as a mentor and someone who cares about your success. And don’t get offended and do exactly what this dude probably did who Facebooked me last night. Don’t try to look for other excuses and other reasons why you’re not successful because if you’re offended by this, it’s you. It’s you, my friend. And until you fix you, it’s going to be hard for success in any area of your life. So, hope that helps. Appreciate you guys. Love you guys. I’m here to serve and to give and help and inspire and change you guys. I hope you get that. I hope you see my passion and my commitment because when all said and done like I’m fine. My business is fine. Everything is good. I don’t – I’m not doing this for my health. I’m riding my bike for my health. But all these things that I do is to serve you guys because I care. I didn’t make a ton of money off the certification program. My goal is to get people using ClickFunnels. That’s where I make my money to help people use our tool better. And a certification program is a way for us to serve and we served our freaking butts off. I was there for five days and my entire staff was there for five days. The two co-founders of ClickFunnels, Thursday night, pulled all-nighters, they did not go to bed. They’re helping and serving. They’re not doing that because it’s some external thing. We’re doing that because we care about you guys. If you get any other coaching program in our industry, they go to bed at 6:00 o’clock at night. They leave. We were there serving because we care and we want you guys to be successful. So, I hope you understand that. I hope you feel that. We’re here for you guys. And that’s about it for today. I’m out and I’ll talk to you guys soon.

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