Podcasts about winter survival

In this powerful episode Will sits down with acclaimed author and risk management expert Ty Gagne to discuss his latest book, The Lions of Winter: Survival and Sacrifice on Mount Washington. Ty takes listeners behind the scenes of the tragic 1982 search and rescue mission that claimed the life of volunteer Albert Dow—an event that forever changed New Hampshire's backcountry rescue protocols. Through gripping storytelling and deep reflection, Ty illuminates the heroism, emotional toll, and legacy of this landmark incident, shedding light on the psychological challenges faced by rescuers and the evolution of mountain safety over the past four decades. The conversation also explores the unique dangers of the White Mountains, the increasing number of unprepared adventurers, and the importance of humility and preparation when heading into unpredictable wilderness environments. Ty shares a poignant personal story about witnessing a breathtaking sunrise on Mount Washington just before the COVID-19 shutdown—a moment that reflects the deep connection between nature and mental wellness. As both an outdoor enthusiast and risk professional, Ty brings unparalleled insight into how outdoor tragedy can lead to meaningful change, compassion, and understanding. This episode is essential listening for anyone passionate about the outdoors, mental health, and the human stories behind survival and loss. To purchase The Lions of Winter: Survival and Sacrifice on Mount Washington or any of Ty's other books check out his website: https://www.fullconditionsnh.com

**Unit 9-2 Sleeping Bears and Freezing Frogs: The Science of Winter Survival ** 冬天到了，你是否也好奇動物們要如何在寒冬下生存呢？本集說明了熊以及木蛙如何透過獨特的冬天生存策略來應對嚴酷的寒冷。當熊進入冬眠狀態，心跳與新陳代謝速率降低，而木蛙則以驚人的方式將自身凍結直至春天。這些方式不僅是動物們適應大自然的表現，同時也為科學研究提供了一些幫助。

Maintaining routine when tired and stressed, dealing with the winter uglies and how to get your energy up !!FOLLOW TRIN:⁠IG @trinitytondeleir⁠⁠TikTok @trinitytondeleir⁠⁠Youtube: trinity tondeleir⁠⁠Trin's Youtube⁠⁠JOIN OUR HGW GROUP CHAT⁠SUBMIT TO THE WELLNESS CAFE:- ⁠write in for the HGW hangout summer episodes!!!!⁠- ⁠ASK TRIN!! advice session form

Maintaining routine when tired and stressed, dealing with the winter uglies and how to get your energy up !!FOLLOW TRIN:⁠IG @trinitytondeleir⁠⁠TikTok @trinitytondeleir⁠⁠Youtube: trinity tondeleir⁠⁠Trin's Youtube⁠⁠JOIN OUR HGW GROUP CHAT⁠SUBMIT TO THE WELLNESS CAFE:- ⁠write in for the HGW hangout summer episodes!!!!⁠- ⁠ASK TRIN!! advice session form

**Unit 9-1 Sleeping Bears and Freezing Frogs: The Science of Winter Survival ** 冬天到了，你是否也好奇動物們要如何在寒冬下生存呢？本集說明了熊以及木蛙如何透過獨特的冬天生存策略來應對嚴酷的寒冷。當熊進入冬眠狀態，心跳與新陳代謝速率降低，而木蛙則以驚人的方式將自身凍結直至春天。這些方式不僅是動物們適應大自然的表現，同時也為科學研究提供了一些幫助。

Utnytt vinteren for bedre helse, energi og livsglede! I denne episoden møter vi forsker og helseekspert Tristan Scott, som deler sine erfaringer med å bruke lys og jording for å komme seg etter alvorlige hjernerystelser. Hans reise fra sykdom til velvære inspirerer til å bruke naturens krefter til å forbedre helsen – spesielt om vinteren. I episoden lærer du hvordan: - Naturens sykluser kan være nøkkelen til god helse. - Lysterapi og kuldeeksponering kan gi deg mer energi og styrke. - Du kan tilpasse kostholdet ditt etter årstiden for bedre helse (mer fett og proteiner om vinteren). - Hvordan du kan utnytte solens infrarøde lys, selv om vinteren. - Det er smartere å være ute om vinteren, og hvordan du kan bygge kulde-resiliens for helsefordeler. - Hvordan du kan spise for å forbedre fettforbrenningen og hormonbalansen. Tristan deler også sine tips om hvordan du kan optimalisere døgnrytmen, spise riktig i vintermånedene, og hvorfor du bør unngå D-vitamintilskudd. Hør episoden og bli inspirert til å bruke vinteren som en periode for restitusjon og helseforbedring! Følg Tristan Scott på @tristan_health og oppdag mer på [daylightcomputer.com](http://www.daylightcomputer.com). Takk til våre samarbeidspartnere: - CSOAPS: www.csoaps.com (rabattkode: Biohacking20) - Osloskinlab.no (rabattkode: Biohacking60 + gave) - Helsekongress Biohacking Weekend 2025: [Biohacking Weekend 2025](https://kongresspartner.no/no/biohacking-weekend-2025) Redigert av Mic Drop Media

This week, Emma and Gracie open up about their insecurities, sharing honest reflections on identity and the motivations behind their personality types. Then, they offer their ultimate winter survival guide to help you navigate the final stretch of the season. Tune in for practical tips and inspiration to embrace the last couple weeks of winter.

Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal. “Mike,” She whispered “Yes?” “Will you suck on my tits?” “You sure,” I asked. In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off. She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick. "Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone. "Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!”We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It's obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on. She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming. “oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds. She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you're squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.” She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You're going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent. We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon. "That felt so nice. I haven't been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck. "I'm glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going. "You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She said quietly. "No. It's going to be hard enough to explain being naked with you earlier.” “I know,” she said. We can't keep it a secret, you know the guys will tell everyone when we get back. I think we better say you had on underwear. Nancy won't like it, but she can accept that,” She said obviously having thought this through already. "Ok. What about this,” I asked "She can't know about it. Once we're back, this never happened and never will again.” “Agreed,” I said. "Good. Now let's just enjoy the closeness we've discovered and get some sleep. We have a long hike tomorrow yet.” “Yes ma'am,” I joked, holding her close. We fell asleep like that, her head snuggled to my neck and one leg draped across my body. Morning broke clear and sunny. The morning sun had cleared the trees before either of us got up and moving. I could hear the guys hard at it, with a fire crackling and snapping. "I think we need to get up,” I whispered. "Feels like you're already up,” She whispered as she grabbed my morning hardon. "Nothing unusual,” I confessed. "You always have one of these in the morning,” She asked as she pulled herself on top of me, her legs spread on either side of mine. "I could get used to that,” She said as she pushed her body against my dick, sliding it inside her hot pussy. "Oh Yess,” She hissed quietly. "I definitely could,” she said as she began to rock her hips against me. "Oh damn,” she said a few minutes later, as my dick neared explosion inside her. “You get so big!” “Hope you're ready,” I whispered, trying to hold back. "Don't hold back. I want to feel it,” She panted "Okay,” I said, quietly letting the feelings take over. It was only a minute more and my body stiffened and began pumping cum into her pussy, my hips pushing up into her with each pulse of my dick. To my surprise her body started shaking and trembling as she started to cum around me, her pussy squeezing my pulsing dick. "God I missed that,” She whispered after we could both breathe normally again. She unzipped the bag and rolled off of me, our juices drooling out of her. She looked around for her underwear and found it, using it to wipe the cum off my sleeping bag and off her pussy. She rolled onto her own bag and the two of us set to work getting dressed. We crawled out of the tent together and walked over to the guys for some breakfast. After eating I headed to the woods for a bathroom break. I needed a good constitutional. I looked around for a good log to sit on, and was busy with my pants around my ankles when Amy walked up. "Hope you don't mind company,” She said as she started pulling her snow pants down. She had her pants down to her ankles, and was butt naked. I watched as she crouched down and peed, using some TP she brought to wipe herself. She stood up and faced me. Giving me the first really good look at her pussy I had. "Do you like how it looks?” “Very much,” I said. "Good,” She said as she turned around and bent over to pull her pants up, giving me a long slow look at her exposed pussy before pulling them up. "I'm glad you like how it looks. I'm not used to anyone looking at my body but me.” “It's a very nice looking body. I wouldn't mind giving that pussy a good licking!” “Oh? She said looking around. What about my breasts,” she asked as she pulled her coat apart and pulled up her shirt to show me her tits in the sunshine. "Yep. I could suck on those beauties all day,” I said as I stood up. She turned around while I wiped and turned back when I was done, stepping over to me as I was pulling my pants up. "I think you have a good-looking dick too,” She whispered as she moved close and squeezed my cock before kissing me on the cheek. "I wonder what the guys are going to think,” I said as we walked back toward camp. "That I accidently went the wrong way,” She said simply as we waded through the snow. It was a long day, but we made our ten miles before dark. The team was thinking about winter survival, but Amy was inwardly obsessed with her sexuality, waking from a 5-year hibernation. She was alive! The team could see her zest and joyfulness, but they probably attributed it to her gratitude; surviving a near-death crisis. We set camp and got dinner going. We all sat around and talked about aspects of winter camping, including hygiene. I told them that normally I would take a hot water shower about once every few days, and a sponge bath every other day. I explained that you could do sponge bath with only two liters of water and a camp towel. We heated water and let each of the guys get a chance to clean up one at a time in their tents. I went next and then let Amy go last, just before going to bed. After all the guys were bedded down, I looked at the sky and saw the heavy clouds rolling in before I crawled into my tent, finding Amy laying in her bag, all zipped up. A warm-up is on the way, along with some fresh snow I whispered as I started pulling off my clothes. When I was completely naked, and before I could pull my sleeping stuff on, Amy unzipped and tossed opened her bag, revealing that she was completely naked. "I have a question,” She whispered. "What's that?” “Did you really want to lick my pussy?” “Hell yes! Why?” “I don't know. I mean, I haven't tried oral sex since I was a teenager,” She said hesitantly. "But I think I want to with you.” “I see,” I said quietly. I moved over to her and pushed her back down to her back, and then crawled over the top of her, my knees straddling her head and my hard dick poking down at her face and my hands along side her hips. "Do whatever you think would feel good for me. Just don't bite,” I whispered before lowering my head to her pussie. I gently kissed around her pussy lips and then licked between them ever so slowly while she kissed the head of my dick and tentatively licked me. She spread her knees to invite me to explore deeper. I licked down her pussy and then pushed my tongue into her as far as I could go before pulling it out and working my tongue back up to her clit, while she wrapped her lips around my dick. I flicked my tongue across her clit, making her buck her hips up at me and moan around my dick. She was sopping wet, obviously thinking about this for a good part of the afternoon. I worked my tongue down again and pressed it into her as far as I could before moving back up to concentrate on her clit once again. She made no pretense of even trying to focus on my dick any longer, and just sucked it in her mouth, as she bucked her hips at my face, moaning around my dick. She was experiencing a sexual awakening from a 5-year slumber, and it overwhelmed her consciousness. As sensitive as her clit was, I had her squirming around in no time, finally making her climax while I licked and sucked her pussie. I held her climax as long as I could before she clamped her legs around my head to stop my actions. I lifted my head out of her crotch and rolled over onto my own sleeping bag. I worked around so I was laying on my back and Amy crawled over me, making another attempt at my dick. "Just do what you think would make me feel good,” I whispered. She nodded as she enveloped my dick with her mouth slowly working up and down my shaft as far as she could. She was very tentative at first, not sure if she would like it. Her motions became more animated as she got into it, slurping the head and stroking my dick up and down with her hand. She sucked and licked and swirled her tongue around my head, slowly working her body around until her pussie was over my face. She was obviously turned on again from experiencing my dick as she lowered her pussy to my face, which I eagerly licked and sucked. My whole dick twitched repeatedly as she moaned around it. "I'm going to cum,” I grunted in warning. Instead of pulling off like I expected her to, she sucked even harder, gagging slightly on the first blast of cum. As my second shot pulsed into her mouth she pushed her pussie down on my face and started humping against my chin. I felt her body tense up and a trickle of her own juices run down my chin as my fourth and fifth spurts of cum emptied into her mouth. I could feel some of my cum dripping out of her now open mouth as she gasped for breath, trying to deal with her own orgasm. We stayed coupled in that 69 position for several minutes before she rolled off, her body still heaving for breath. She spun around on her ass and laid next to me. "That was more fun than I expected,” She said quietly "You learned quickly.” “Thank you,” She said as she cuddled with her head on my chest. I zippered us into my bag and we drifted off to sleep, both of us content for the moment. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go pee. Sex has that effect. Amy woke as I was trying to extract myself from her and my sleeping bag. "Where are you going,” she asked sleepily. "Gotta go pee.” “Oh,” she said “That sounds like a good idea.” Normally I would just pull on my boots and sprint out to a tree, being already dressed in thermal long johns. But tonight I was naked. “What are you doing,” she asked as I looked around for clothes in the darkness of the tent. "Trying to find something to put on.” “So why don't we just go naked” she asked. “First off, its cold, second the guys might see us.” “First off, so what? We've both been through cold and survived. Second off, they're asleep and it's dark out. Third I think you're chicken.” “Not at all,” I said as I pulled on wool socks. "If you want to do this then get your naked ass up too.” “Fine I will,” She said as she pulled her boots on her bare feet. I unzippered the tent and scooted out into a winter wonderland. The night was warmer than last night, and it must have been in the high twenties, with no wind. Large fluffy flakes of snow were falling gently in a blanket that was already several inches thicker than when we went to bed. Amy slid out of the tent after me, quickly catching up and taking my hand. "This is fun,” She whispered "It's cold,” I whispered back as we walked off into the woods a ways from the camp. I found a good place to stop behind a pine, and let fly. "I can warm you up,” She said stepping behind me and taking hold of my flowing dick in one hand while cupping my balls with the other. I'm used to peeing in the woods, but I had to admit that having her hold onto my fire hose and directing it's aim, was going to give me a hardon pretty quick. It was a good thing I was already going, or I my prostate never would have allowed my plumbing to get started. As soon as I was done, she started stroking me, and kept it up, her body pressed against mine from behind until I was very hard. "My turn,” She said as she let go and stepped around me. She squatted leaning back against a tree and let go herself, watering the ground close to where I was. "That feels better,” She said as she stood up. "Come on,” She said walking toward a larger pine that had fallen over. She stepped up onto the trunk, which lifted her body nearly a foot, bringing her tits to my face level. "Now how about sucking these tits,” she asked as the snow fell around us. It was chilly, but hormones can have a serious warming effect. I stepped up to her and went to work sucking and licking her erect nipples. there we were, buck naked except for boots, and pleasuring each other as the snow fell on us in the woods. "Oh god yes,” She said loudly. "This feels so damn good!” “Shush” I pleaded “They won't hear anything,” she said as she pulled my face back to her chest. "Besides, I want you to ravage me in the snow,” In response I moved my hand to her pussy as she spread her legs to give me better access. I stroked her clit and slid a finger deep into her wet pussy as my other hand cupped her ass. "oh yes,” she said throwing her head back. "god I am so turned on.” “In that case,” I said stepping back and pulling her down off the log. I turned her around and she bent over and leaned her hands on the log, spreading her ass & legs. I moved my dick to her pussy and pushed easily into her. "Uh” she grunted loudly as I stroked into her, pinching her nipples for a moment. The woods listened to us both grunting and our skin slapping, the snow dampening the sounds around us. She cried out once as her body stiffened and trembled as her orgasm washed over her body. I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around my dick, wanting to squeeze the juices from it, which it gladly gave up as my own body drove deep into her and began unleashing its flow of creamy juice. I grabbed her hips with both hands and leaned back as I pressed my rod deep into her. Time after time my dick pulsed, putting another squirt of cum deep into her pussy before I finally slowed to a drool. She stood up as straight as she could without me falling out of her, reached her arm over her head, and pulled my head down over her shoulder to her own turned head, so she could kiss my cheek as I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ‘goose-pimpled' breasts. “God I'm going to miss this,” She said quietly. "How so?” “I eventually got used to not ever having sex. It wasn't abrupt. It just got less & less frequent, then it ended altogether. Now, after this amazing experience, it will be harder to shut it down” “Just out of curiosity, what did you do?” “Oh I have a nice box of toys & favorite videos.” “I'd like to see that some time,” I said as my softening dick slipped from her pussy. "But for now I think we better get back into the tent before we freeze. "Ok,” She said, turning and walking up the hill holding my hand. We slipped into our tent and snuggled down into my bag and zipped us into our cocoon. "Last day tomorrow,” She said quietly. "I know.” “Are you going to miss it,” she asked. "You mean having sex with you,” "uh huh.” “Yes, but it wouldn't be fair to Nancy to keep doing it,” I said. "No,” she agreed, as she pushed her face tighter into my neck. I felt a tear drop to my shoulder and run down as she cried silently. I held her close until her breathing slowed and she was asleep. Morning broke gray and dreary. I could hear the sound of the guys moving around, and unzipped my bag and slid out, leaving Amy under the covers. It only took me a minute to pull my clothes on and slide out of the tent. We had gotten another foot of heavy snow overnight and it was still coming down. It was going to be a tough 8 miles back to the trail head today. I spent the next hour working with the guys on the fire and getting water and such ready for the day's trip. Amy crawled out of the tent just as breakfast was getting done. Last day and the supplies were getting down to the end. All we had was oatmeal and hot cocoa. Filling, but not eggs and such. It took another half hour to pack up the tents and get headed down the trail. The eight mile hike should have taken us about 3 hours in dry conditions, in the two foot deep snow it took us a full eight exhausting hours. "We're back,” The guys shouted as they made the last sprint to the vehicles. "Thank god,” Amy said, clearly exhausted from trudging through the snow. "I vote for a hotel and a shower,” I said loudly as I unlocked the truck. Our plan was to camp out near the vehicles and leave in the morning. "Sounds like a good idea to me,” One of the guys echoed. We loaded all our gear and headed into town for a hotel and got three rooms. The guys shared two rooms, each, and Amy and I shared the third. The guys figured that we shared a tent all week there was no point in spending extra money for another room, besides there were two beds in a room anyway. We agreed reluctantly, on the outside anyway. We all agreed to go eat in an hour, giving everyone a chance to shower and change. Amy was stripping off clothes almost before I had the door closed. "Come on. I want to shower with you,” She said with a giggle as she tossed her clothes over her shoulder as she stripped. As soon as she was naked she came over and helped strip me and then practically drug me off to the shower. "Hmm” she hummed as the hot water cascaded over us. “This is so much better than ice water.” “I agree with that,” I said as I began soaping her body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. "I'm really horny. Will you fuck me right here.” "In the shower?” “uh huh. After today I don't get to do this ever again, so I want to try everything that I can.” “It would be my pleasure,” I said as I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up. It took a few stabs, so to speak, before I got engaged and lowered her down onto my dick. Her pussie was hot and I could feel her cervix pushing against the head of my dick as she held on to my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. I bounced her up and down my shaft and listened to her moan how good it felt and how full I made her. Her soapy body slid up and down mine as the two of us drew closer to climax. It came on her almost suddenly, her body shaking and her grip tightening around my neck, smashing her face against mine. I was close but not quite over the top. She then moved her legs and stood on the edge of the tub, bending her knees to get the height right, grabbing the shower curtain rod for stability. I held her firm ass for leverage and started stroking straight up into her pussy, slamming out bodies together under the warm spray. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” she mumbled as my dick grew thicker, drawing closer to my own release. She leaned her body back slightly and I watched her tits bounce and giggle. I was nearly there. “Wait, stop,” she said quickly. I pulled out of her and held her close, thinking I had hurt her. "I want to feel you fuck my tits,” She said as she got down from the edge of the tub and knelt down, bringing her tits to my dick level. I moved the spray off her head while she used some shampoo on my dick and her tits. She pressed them together around my dick and I started stroking my fat dick up and down, my balls rubbing against her body as the head of my dick poked out between her tits. "That's it. Come for me. I want to see you cum,” she cooed. I continued to stroke up and down, grunting as I once again came closer to climax. "Okay,” I panted as my balls drew up to fire. I pushed one more time, bringing the head of my dick up and out of her tits, the first shot of cum shooting into the air between us and landing on her tits. I continued to stroke, each time I came out another string of white goo flew into the air and landed on her tits or face. I stopped stroking as my dick stopped shooting and reduced to a drool of cum out the tip. "God that was hot,” Amy said as she stood up, cum dripping down her face and tit. "I've seen it in porn movies, but never had anyone actually do it. God what a turn on,” she said as she rubbed my cum around on her soapy tits. "It was pretty damn hot watching my cum splashing all over your tits.” She pulled me close and rose on her tippy toes to kiss me on the lips. To this point we had pretty much avoided serious kissing, but this one was a full face, sharing tongues, sloppy wet ‘fuck me' kiss. “Thank you,” She said when we could breathe again. "My pleasure,” I joked. "But we better get dressed. The guys will be ready to eat any time now. "How long have we been in here,” she asked. "Almost an hour.” “Damn,” she said as she quickly turned around and rinsed off. She shut off the water and we quickly dried and headed out to the room to dress. She pulled some clothes out of her bag, like all of us, having brought some extra clothing to change into for the trip home, so we didn't all have to smell like trail. She had a long skirt and turtleneck, which she put on without her bra or panties. "Aren't you afraid of showing off for the guys,” I asked as I pulled my briefs and a pair of jeans on. "I've been going all week without a bra, if they haven't noticed yet, that's their fault. "They might get ideas.” “I doubt it. But what my real intent is so that when we get back here you are so horny from thinking about me not wearing anything under this that you'll be ready to jump my bones and screw me silly all night.” “That sounds like a good plan, as long as I get enough sleep to drive tomorrow.” “OH, I'll keep you awake somehow,” She said with a grin as she walked up and gave me another ‘fuck me' kiss. Dinner ended up being at a little diner down the road. The whole bunch of us had a great time eating and talking and just enjoying not being around a campfire. The food was really good, but then anything would be really good after four days of dehydrated rations. We returned to the hotel rooms and I said I was going to bed to get some sleep. Amy hung out with the guys for a few more minutes before coming to the room. I was already laying in bed with the TV on, when she came in and closed the door. "If you're not naked you better get that way,” She said as she walked over to the bed and started pulling the sheet back. She kicked off her boots and climbed up on the bed, walking across my naked form, my already hard dick pointing at the ceiling. "So were you thinking about me being naked under this skirt?” “Yep,” I said, stroking her bare leg as she slowly pulled the skirt higher. "You like what you see,” she asked coyly as she exposed her pussie and spread her legs for me to see. "Uh huh.” “How about these,” she asked, pulling her shirt up to expose her tits. "Very much.” “Good,” She said as she left her stretchy shirt hooked above her tits and then lifted the skirt again. "I've been thinking about this all through dinner,” She said as she pulled her skirt up and started to crouch down over my dick. I held my dick up for her and she pushed her pussy down over me, as she squatted, her skirt held up and back by her bent knees. "OH FUCK,” she said loudly as she felt her cervix pressing against the head of my dick. She began to bounce on my dick, the springiness of the bed doing most of the work while we held hands to give her balance. It had to be hard on her legs, but she didn't seem to care as she threw her head back and concentrated on finding that perfect spot. We stayed in that position for nearly ten minutes before she shook and cried out quietly that she was coming. I watched her pussy leak its juices around my dick as she shook and shuddered. "God that was good,” She said as she lifted herself off my dick. "I'm glad you enjoyed it.” She pulled her skirt off and tossed it aside before pulling her top off and adding it to the pile. “Let's find a porn movie,” She said picking up the tv remote and laying down naked next to me. I had the heat up so there was no real need for covers. She found a video on the adult channel about a guy and some cheerleaders. She curled up against me and stroked my still hard dick as the movie started. I had my arm around her playing with one of her tits while I watched. We got to a point where there was a busty cheerleader riding his dick, facing away from him. She crawled into the same position and aimed my dick at her pussie and began to ride up and down like in the video, stroking herself on my dick. I had gotten off a whole lot of times in the last four days, and the last one in the shower was especially big, so I had plenty of staying power. She continued to ride me, bringing herself to another climax along with the girl in the video. At this point the guy turned her on her back and started fucking her while she was on her back with her ass in the air and her legs spread wide in the air. "Do you want to do that,” she asked as she rolled off of me and tried to mimic the position. "Why not,” I answered as I knelt on the bed and pushed my dick down into her. It was an interesting angle, with my dick pressing against someplace really good on her, from the sound of her moaning. I was getting very close to cumming when my dick slipped out of her wet pussy, partly because my balance was going as I started to climax, and partly because she had started to cum a third time herself. My dick started shooting cum all over her body, landing in long strings across her body and face. She lowered her legs and I stood there, dripping my cum on her as we laughed at each other. Finally I climbed off the bed and got a towel to wipe her off with. We curled up on the bed and watched the end of the movie, including some girl on girl action, before we drifted off to sleep. Morning came and we showered one final time together after having some gentle sex in bed. I woke the guys and headed down to the breakfast in the hotel while Amy dressed. We decided we better give the appearance of not dressing together. Breakfast was an easy continental breakfast and then we started getting ready to head out. We had one last kiss before we left the hotel room, knowing that it would be our last. The trip home was long and slow, both of us dreading having to explain to my wife how we ended up naked together, and to convince her that it was a onetime thing and there was nothing to it besides survival. We both hoped that the fact that I was rescuing Amy, her best friend, would make the difference. If I were my wife, I don't know if I would believe me. Epilogue That was over four years ago. I am still happily married to my wife. Our two families are still as close as they were, and when we are together, Amy and I still act like we did before, except for maybe a bit tighter hug when we meet. I have to admit though, when I am fishing at her lake, she frequently comes out of the house to stand on the porch naked for me to see, and I have been known to sneak onto her porch to peek into the large patio door that looks into her bedroom. She politely leaves the curtains open when she knows I am coming out to go fishing. I have watched her shower through the open doors and even stood on one side of the glass and jacked off while she sat on the other using a dildo or vibrator. Both of us know that we can't ever have sex again, but the teasing has gone to a whole new level. By m_storyman_x for Literotica

Mike & Amy decompress from the trauma, generously. By m_storyman_x. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. We lay there a long time silently thinking and looking at each other, thinking about being grateful to be alive, and becoming closer to each other through this ordeal. “Mike,” She whispered “Yes?” “Will you suck on my tits?” “You sure,” I asked. In answer she sat up pulled her pj top off before sliding her pants down and off. She moved over to me completely naked as I unzipped my bag. She pulled my thermals up and tossed it aside before working my longjohns down and off. She tossed them aside and then straddled me, with her hot wet pussy rubbing along my hard dick. "Please,” She whispered as she leaned her body down to bring her two hanging globes in front of my face. I reached up and took both tits in my hands, and drew them to my mouth, sucking one of her nipples deep into my mouth as I squeezed her tit into a pointy cone. "Humm” she moaned quietly “that feels so good!”We sat there for some time, my mouth working first one tit and then the other. Her groin had been rubbing my dick with her wet lips for some time before I felt her lift up and take hold of my dick. I felt her wet lips envelope my dick as she pushed against me. She moaned again as she slid down my dick, pushing her upper body until she was almost upright, her head touching the top of the tent. She leaned forward a little, putting her hands on my chest for support and then began to slowly ride up and down my dick, rising until she was almost off and then sliding down slowly until she was at the bottom, and then continued to grind her pussy back and forth on me before starting the trip again. I still had hold of her tits and put my hands to good use squeezing and massaging her tits and playing with her nipples with my fingers. It's obvious that her tits get very aroused and any attention they get, really turns her on. She set the pace, working to her liking, taking her time. I allowed her to take all the time she wanted, but she began to pick up the pace after a while, working in shorter strokes and driving against me with more force. Her actions and very tight pussy were having an effect and I was getting much closer to coming. “oh god oh god oh god” she whispered to no one in particular as her body began to shake. I pulled her lower, using her tits as handles and sucked a nipple into my mouth, rolling it against my tongue and the roof of my mouth. She ground her hips hard against me while she made small mewing sounds. She slowly lowered her body down to mine and rolled to the side, taking me with her. I continued the roll until I was on top of her, both our bodies still exposed to the cold air in the tent. “Fuck me now,” She whispered in my ear as she spread her legs wide so I could better stroke into her. She groaned and moaned quietly as I pushed my dick its full length time after time. She put her arms around my neck and pulled my head down as she pushed her tits toward my mouth as I stroked. "suck my tit,” She whispered in my ear. "Fill me with your cum. Pretend you're squirting your juice all over my tits. Pretend my tits are wrapped around your big hard dick and its poking into my mouth with each stroke.” She panted in my ear. “Oh you feel so good,” She said in a squeaky voice. "You're going to make me cum again,” I drove my dick deep into her and groaned as her body shuddered in time with my first squirt of cum. I unloaded shot after shot of hot juice into her, finally lowering myself on top of her, spent. We rolled onto my sleeping bag, both of us tired and drained, and starting to get cold. She snuggled against me, laying half on top of me. I zipped us in, snuggled like a cocoon. "That felt so nice. I haven't been screwed in almost five years,” She said as she nuzzled my neck. "I'm glad you liked it,” I said, worried about where this is going. "You know, Nancy can never know about this,” She said quietly. "No. It's going to be hard enough to explain being naked with you earlier.” “I know,” she said. We can't keep it a secret, you know the guys will tell everyone when we get back. I think we better say you had on underwear. Nancy won't like it, but she can accept that,” She said obviously having thought this through already. "Ok. What about this,” I asked "She can't know about it. Once we're back, this never happened and never will again.” “Agreed,” I said. "Good. Now let's just enjoy the closeness we've discovered and get some sleep. We have a long hike tomorrow yet.” “Yes ma'am,” I joked, holding her close. We fell asleep like that, her head snuggled to my neck and one leg draped across my body. Morning broke clear and sunny. The morning sun had cleared the trees before either of us got up and moving. I could hear the guys hard at it, with a fire crackling and snapping. "I think we need to get up,” I whispered. "Feels like you're already up,” She whispered as she grabbed my morning hardon. "Nothing unusual,” I confessed. "You always have one of these in the morning,” She asked as she pulled herself on top of me, her legs spread on either side of mine. "I could get used to that,” She said as she pushed her body against my dick, sliding it inside her hot pussy. "Oh Yess,” She hissed quietly. "I definitely could,” she said as she began to rock her hips against me. "Oh damn,” she said a few minutes later, as my dick neared explosion inside her. “You get so big!” “Hope you're ready,” I whispered, trying to hold back. "Don't hold back. I want to feel it,” She panted "Okay,” I said, quietly letting the feelings take over. It was only a minute more and my body stiffened and began pumping cum into her pussy, my hips pushing up into her with each pulse of my dick. To my surprise her body started shaking and trembling as she started to cum around me, her pussy squeezing my pulsing dick. "God I missed that,” She whispered after we could both breathe normally again. She unzipped the bag and rolled off of me, our juices drooling out of her. She looked around for her underwear and found it, using it to wipe the cum off my sleeping bag and off her pussy. She rolled onto her own bag and the two of us set to work getting dressed. We crawled out of the tent together and walked over to the guys for some breakfast. After eating I headed to the woods for a bathroom break. I needed a good constitutional. I looked around for a good log to sit on, and was busy with my pants around my ankles when Amy walked up. "Hope you don't mind company,” She said as she started pulling her snow pants down. She had her pants down to her ankles, and was butt naked. I watched as she crouched down and peed, using some TP she brought to wipe herself. She stood up and faced me. Giving me the first really good look at her pussy I had. "Do you like how it looks?” “Very much,” I said. "Good,” She said as she turned around and bent over to pull her pants up, giving me a long slow look at her exposed pussy before pulling them up. "I'm glad you like how it looks. I'm not used to anyone looking at my body but me.” “It's a very nice looking body. I wouldn't mind giving that pussy a good licking!” “Oh? She said looking around. What about my breasts,” she asked as she pulled her coat apart and pulled up her shirt to show me her tits in the sunshine. "Yep. I could suck on those beauties all day,” I said as I stood up. She turned around while I wiped and turned back when I was done, stepping over to me as I was pulling my pants up. "I think you have a good-looking dick too,” She whispered as she moved close and squeezed my cock before kissing me on the cheek. "I wonder what the guys are going to think,” I said as we walked back toward camp. "That I accidently went the wrong way,” She said simply as we waded through the snow. It was a long day, but we made our ten miles before dark. The team was thinking about winter survival, but Amy was inwardly obsessed with her sexuality, waking from a 5-year hibernation. She was alive! The team could see her zest and joyfulness, but they probably attributed it to her gratitude; surviving a near-death crisis. We set camp and got dinner going. We all sat around and talked about aspects of winter camping, including hygiene. I told them that normally I would take a hot water shower about once every few days, and a sponge bath every other day. I explained that you could do sponge bath with only two liters of water and a camp towel. We heated water and let each of the guys get a chance to clean up one at a time in their tents. I went next and then let Amy go last, just before going to bed. After all the guys were bedded down, I looked at the sky and saw the heavy clouds rolling in before I crawled into my tent, finding Amy laying in her bag, all zipped up. A warm-up is on the way, along with some fresh snow I whispered as I started pulling off my clothes. When I was completely naked, and before I could pull my sleeping stuff on, Amy unzipped and tossed opened her bag, revealing that she was completely naked. "I have a question,” She whispered. "What's that?” “Did you really want to lick my pussy?” “Hell yes! Why?” “I don't know. I mean, I haven't tried oral sex since I was a teenager,” She said hesitantly. "But I think I want to with you.” “I see,” I said quietly. I moved over to her and pushed her back down to her back, and then crawled over the top of her, my knees straddling her head and my hard dick poking down at her face and my hands along side her hips. "Do whatever you think would feel good for me. Just don't bite,” I whispered before lowering my head to her pussie. I gently kissed around her pussy lips and then licked between them ever so slowly while she kissed the head of my dick and tentatively licked me. She spread her knees to invite me to explore deeper. I licked down her pussy and then pushed my tongue into her as far as I could go before pulling it out and working my tongue back up to her clit, while she wrapped her lips around my dick. I flicked my tongue across her clit, making her buck her hips up at me and moan around my dick. She was sopping wet, obviously thinking about this for a good part of the afternoon. I worked my tongue down again and pressed it into her as far as I could before moving back up to concentrate on her clit once again. She made no pretense of even trying to focus on my dick any longer, and just sucked it in her mouth, as she bucked her hips at my face, moaning around my dick. She was experiencing a sexual awakening from a 5-year slumber, and it overwhelmed her consciousness. As sensitive as her clit was, I had her squirming around in no time, finally making her climax while I licked and sucked her pussie. I held her climax as long as I could before she clamped her legs around my head to stop my actions. I lifted my head out of her crotch and rolled over onto my own sleeping bag. I worked around so I was laying on my back and Amy crawled over me, making another attempt at my dick. "Just do what you think would make me feel good,” I whispered. She nodded as she enveloped my dick with her mouth slowly working up and down my shaft as far as she could. She was very tentative at first, not sure if she would like it. Her motions became more animated as she got into it, slurping the head and stroking my dick up and down with her hand. She sucked and licked and swirled her tongue around my head, slowly working her body around until her pussie was over my face. She was obviously turned on again from experiencing my dick as she lowered her pussy to my face, which I eagerly licked and sucked. My whole dick twitched repeatedly as she moaned around it. "I'm going to cum,” I grunted in warning. Instead of pulling off like I expected her to, she sucked even harder, gagging slightly on the first blast of cum. As my second shot pulsed into her mouth she pushed her pussie down on my face and started humping against my chin. I felt her body tense up and a trickle of her own juices run down my chin as my fourth and fifth spurts of cum emptied into her mouth. I could feel some of my cum dripping out of her now open mouth as she gasped for breath, trying to deal with her own orgasm. We stayed coupled in that 69 position for several minutes before she rolled off, her body still heaving for breath. She spun around on her ass and laid next to me. "That was more fun than I expected,” She said quietly "You learned quickly.” “Thank you,” She said as she cuddled with her head on my chest. I zippered us into my bag and we drifted off to sleep, both of us content for the moment. I woke up in the middle of the night needing to go pee. Sex has that effect. Amy woke as I was trying to extract myself from her and my sleeping bag. "Where are you going,” she asked sleepily. "Gotta go pee.” “Oh,” she said “That sounds like a good idea.” Normally I would just pull on my boots and sprint out to a tree, being already dressed in thermal long johns. But tonight I was naked. “What are you doing,” she asked as I looked around for clothes in the darkness of the tent. "Trying to find something to put on.” “So why don't we just go naked” she asked. “First off, its cold, second the guys might see us.” “First off, so what? We've both been through cold and survived. Second off, they're asleep and it's dark out. Third I think you're chicken.” “Not at all,” I said as I pulled on wool socks. "If you want to do this then get your naked ass up too.” “Fine I will,” She said as she pulled her boots on her bare feet. I unzippered the tent and scooted out into a winter wonderland. The night was warmer than last night, and it must have been in the high twenties, with no wind. Large fluffy flakes of snow were falling gently in a blanket that was already several inches thicker than when we went to bed. Amy slid out of the tent after me, quickly catching up and taking my hand. "This is fun,” She whispered "It's cold,” I whispered back as we walked off into the woods a ways from the camp. I found a good place to stop behind a pine, and let fly. "I can warm you up,” She said stepping behind me and taking hold of my flowing dick in one hand while cupping my balls with the other. I'm used to peeing in the woods, but I had to admit that having her hold onto my fire hose and directing it's aim, was going to give me a hardon pretty quick. It was a good thing I was already going, or I my prostate never would have allowed my plumbing to get started. As soon as I was done, she started stroking me, and kept it up, her body pressed against mine from behind until I was very hard. "My turn,” She said as she let go and stepped around me. She squatted leaning back against a tree and let go herself, watering the ground close to where I was. "That feels better,” She said as she stood up. "Come on,” She said walking toward a larger pine that had fallen over. She stepped up onto the trunk, which lifted her body nearly a foot, bringing her tits to my face level. "Now how about sucking these tits,” she asked as the snow fell around us. It was chilly, but hormones can have a serious warming effect. I stepped up to her and went to work sucking and licking her erect nipples. there we were, buck naked except for boots, and pleasuring each other as the snow fell on us in the woods. "Oh god yes,” She said loudly. "This feels so damn good!” “Shush” I pleaded “They won't hear anything,” she said as she pulled my face back to her chest. "Besides, I want you to ravage me in the snow,” In response I moved my hand to her pussy as she spread her legs to give me better access. I stroked her clit and slid a finger deep into her wet pussy as my other hand cupped her ass. "oh yes,” she said throwing her head back. "god I am so turned on.” “In that case,” I said stepping back and pulling her down off the log. I turned her around and she bent over and leaned her hands on the log, spreading her ass & legs. I moved my dick to her pussy and pushed easily into her. "Uh” she grunted loudly as I stroked into her, pinching her nipples for a moment. The woods listened to us both grunting and our skin slapping, the snow dampening the sounds around us. She cried out once as her body stiffened and trembled as her orgasm washed over her body. I could feel her pussy clenching tightly around my dick, wanting to squeeze the juices from it, which it gladly gave up as my own body drove deep into her and began unleashing its flow of creamy juice. I grabbed her hips with both hands and leaned back as I pressed my rod deep into her. Time after time my dick pulsed, putting another squirt of cum deep into her pussy before I finally slowed to a drool. She stood up as straight as she could without me falling out of her, reached her arm over her head, and pulled my head down over her shoulder to her own turned head, so she could kiss my cheek as I wrapped my arms around her and cupped her ‘goose-pimpled' breasts. “God I'm going to miss this,” She said quietly. "How so?” “I eventually got used to not ever having sex. It wasn't abrupt. It just got less & less frequent, then it ended altogether. Now, after this amazing experience, it will be harder to shut it down” “Just out of curiosity, what did you do?” “Oh I have a nice box of toys & favorite videos.” “I'd like to see that some time,” I said as my softening dick slipped from her pussy. "But for now I think we better get back into the tent before we freeze. "Ok,” She said, turning and walking up the hill holding my hand. We slipped into our tent and snuggled down into my bag and zipped us into our cocoon. "Last day tomorrow,” She said quietly. "I know.” “Are you going to miss it,” she asked. "You mean having sex with you,” "uh huh.” “Yes, but it wouldn't be fair to Nancy to keep doing it,” I said. "No,” she agreed, as she pushed her face tighter into my neck. I felt a tear drop to my shoulder and run down as she cried silently. I held her close until her breathing slowed and she was asleep. Morning broke gray and dreary. I could hear the sound of the guys moving around, and unzipped my bag and slid out, leaving Amy under the covers. It only took me a minute to pull my clothes on and slide out of the tent. We had gotten another foot of heavy snow overnight and it was still coming down. It was going to be a tough 8 miles back to the trail head today. I spent the next hour working with the guys on the fire and getting water and such ready for the day's trip. Amy crawled out of the tent just as breakfast was getting done. Last day and the supplies were getting down to the end. All we had was oatmeal and hot cocoa. Filling, but not eggs and such. It took another half hour to pack up the tents and get headed down the trail. The eight mile hike should have taken us about 3 hours in dry conditions, in the two foot deep snow it took us a full eight exhausting hours. "We're back,” The guys shouted as they made the last sprint to the vehicles. "Thank god,” Amy said, clearly exhausted from trudging through the snow. "I vote for a hotel and a shower,” I said loudly as I unlocked the truck. Our plan was to camp out near the vehicles and leave in the morning. "Sounds like a good idea to me,” One of the guys echoed. We loaded all our gear and headed into town for a hotel and got three rooms. The guys shared two rooms, each, and Amy and I shared the third. The guys figured that we shared a tent all week there was no point in spending extra money for another room, besides there were two beds in a room anyway. We agreed reluctantly, on the outside anyway. We all agreed to go eat in an hour, giving everyone a chance to shower and change. Amy was stripping off clothes almost before I had the door closed. "Come on. I want to shower with you,” She said with a giggle as she tossed her clothes over her shoulder as she stripped. As soon as she was naked she came over and helped strip me and then practically drug me off to the shower. "Hmm” she hummed as the hot water cascaded over us. “This is so much better than ice water.” “I agree with that,” I said as I began soaping her body, paying special attention to her tits and pussy. "I'm really horny. Will you fuck me right here.” "In the shower?” “uh huh. After today I don't get to do this ever again, so I want to try everything that I can.” “It would be my pleasure,” I said as I put my hands under her butt and lifted her up. It took a few stabs, so to speak, before I got engaged and lowered her down onto my dick. Her pussie was hot and I could feel her cervix pushing against the head of my dick as she held on to my neck with her arms and my waist with her legs. I bounced her up and down my shaft and listened to her moan how good it felt and how full I made her. Her soapy body slid up and down mine as the two of us drew closer to climax. It came on her almost suddenly, her body shaking and her grip tightening around my neck, smashing her face against mine. I was close but not quite over the top. She then moved her legs and stood on the edge of the tub, bending her knees to get the height right, grabbing the shower curtain rod for stability. I held her firm ass for leverage and started stroking straight up into her pussy, slamming out bodies together under the warm spray. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck” she mumbled as my dick grew thicker, drawing closer to my own release. She leaned her body back slightly and I watched her tits bounce and giggle. I was nearly there. “Wait, stop,” she said quickly. I pulled out of her and held her close, thinking I had hurt her. "I want to feel you fuck my tits,” She said as she got down from the edge of the tub and knelt down, bringing her tits to my dick level. I moved the spray off her head while she used some shampoo on my dick and her tits. She pressed them together around my dick and I started stroking my fat dick up and down, my balls rubbing against her body as the head of my dick poked out between her tits. "That's it. Come for me. I want to see you cum,” she cooed. I continued to stroke up and down, grunting as I once again came closer to climax. "Okay,” I panted as my balls drew up to fire. I pushed one more time, bringing the head of my dick up and out of her tits, the first shot of cum shooting into the air between us and landing on her tits. I continued to stroke, each time I came out another string of white goo flew into the air and landed on her tits or face. I stopped stroking as my dick stopped shooting and reduced to a drool of cum out the tip. "God that was hot,” Amy said as she stood up, cum dripping down her face and tit. "I've seen it in porn movies, but never had anyone actually do it. God what a turn on,” she said as she rubbed my cum around on her soapy tits. "It was pretty damn hot watching my cum splashing all over your tits.” She pulled me close and rose on her tippy toes to kiss me on the lips. To this point we had pretty much avoided serious kissing, but this one was a full face, sharing tongues, sloppy wet ‘fuck me' kiss. “Thank you,” She said when we could breathe again. "My pleasure,” I joked. "But we better get dressed. The guys will be ready to eat any time now. "How long have we been in here,” she asked. "Almost an hour.” “Damn,” she said as she quickly turned around and rinsed off. She shut off the water and we quickly dried and headed out to the room to dress. She pulled some clothes out of her bag, like all of us, having brought some extra clothing to change into for the trip home, so we didn't all have to smell like trail. She had a long skirt and turtleneck, which she put on without her bra or panties. "Aren't you afraid of showing off for the guys,” I asked as I pulled my briefs and a pair of jeans on. "I've been going all week without a bra, if they haven't noticed yet, that's their fault. "They might get ideas.” “I doubt it. But what my real intent is so that when we get back here you are so horny from thinking about me not wearing anything under this that you'll be ready to jump my bones and screw me silly all night.” “That sounds like a good plan, as long as I get enough sleep to drive tomorrow.” “OH, I'll keep you awake somehow,” She said with a grin as she walked up and gave me another ‘fuck me' kiss. Dinner ended up being at a little diner down the road. The whole bunch of us had a great time eating and talking and just enjoying not being around a campfire. The food was really good, but then anything would be really good after four days of dehydrated rations. We returned to the hotel rooms and I said I was going to bed to get some sleep. Amy hung out with the guys for a few more minutes before coming to the room. I was already laying in bed with the TV on, when she came in and closed the door. "If you're not naked you better get that way,” She said as she walked over to the bed and started pulling the sheet back. She kicked off her boots and climbed up on the bed, walking across my naked form, my already hard dick pointing at the ceiling. "So were you thinking about me being naked under this skirt?” “Yep,” I said, stroking her bare leg as she slowly pulled the skirt higher. "You like what you see,” she asked coyly as she exposed her pussie and spread her legs for me to see. "Uh huh.” “How about these,” she asked, pulling her shirt up to expose her tits. "Very much.” “Good,” She said as she left her stretchy shirt hooked above her tits and then lifted the skirt again. "I've been thinking about this all through dinner,” She said as she pulled her skirt up and started to crouch down over my dick. I held my dick up for her and she pushed her pussy down over me, as she squatted, her skirt held up and back by her bent knees. "OH FUCK,” she said loudly as she felt her cervix pressing against the head of my dick. She began to bounce on my dick, the springiness of the bed doing most of the work while we held hands to give her balance. It had to be hard on her legs, but she didn't seem to care as she threw her head back and concentrated on finding that perfect spot. We stayed in that position for nearly ten minutes before she shook and cried out quietly that she was coming. I watched her pussy leak its juices around my dick as she shook and shuddered. "God that was good,” She said as she lifted herself off my dick. "I'm glad you enjoyed it.” She pulled her skirt off and tossed it aside before pulling her top off and adding it to the pile. “Let's find a porn movie,” She said picking up the tv remote and laying down naked next to me. I had the heat up so there was no real need for covers. She found a video on the adult channel about a guy and some cheerleaders. She curled up against me and stroked my still hard dick as the movie started. I had my arm around her playing with one of her tits while I watched. We got to a point where there was a busty cheerleader riding his dick, facing away from him. She crawled into the same position and aimed my dick at her pussie and began to ride up and down like in the video, stroking herself on my dick. I had gotten off a whole lot of times in the last four days, and the last one in the shower was especially big, so I had plenty of staying power. She continued to ride me, bringing herself to another climax along with the girl in the video. At this point the guy turned her on her back and started fucking her while she was on her back with her ass in the air and her legs spread wide in the air. "Do you want to do that,” she asked as she rolled off of me and tried to mimic the position. "Why not,” I answered as I knelt on the bed and pushed my dick down into her. It was an interesting angle, with my dick pressing against someplace really good on her, from the sound of her moaning. I was getting very close to cumming when my dick slipped out of her wet pussy, partly because my balance was going as I started to climax, and partly because she had started to cum a third time herself. My dick started shooting cum all over her body, landing in long strings across her body and face. She lowered her legs and I stood there, dripping my cum on her as we laughed at each other. Finally I climbed off the bed and got a towel to wipe her off with. We curled up on the bed and watched the end of the movie, including some girl on girl action, before we drifted off to sleep. Morning came and we showered one final time together after having some gentle sex in bed. I woke the guys and headed down to the breakfast in the hotel while Amy dressed. We decided we better give the appearance of not dressing together. Breakfast was an easy continental breakfast and then we started getting ready to head out. We had one last kiss before we left the hotel room, knowing that it would be our last. The trip home was long and slow, both of us dreading having to explain to my wife how we ended up naked together, and to convince her that it was a onetime thing and there was nothing to it besides survival. We both hoped that the fact that I was rescuing Amy, her best friend, would make the difference. If I were my wife, I don't know if I would believe me. Epilogue That was over four years ago. I am still happily married to my wife. Our two families are still as close as they were, and when we are together, Amy and I still act like we did before, except for maybe a bit tighter hug when we meet. I have to admit though, when I am fishing at her lake, she frequently comes out of the house to stand on the porch naked for me to see, and I have been known to sneak onto her porch to peek into the large patio door that looks into her bedroom. She politely leaves the curtains open when she knows I am coming out to go fishing. I have watched her shower through the open doors and even stood on one side of the glass and jacked off while she sat on the other using a dildo or vibrator. Both of us know that we can't ever have sex again, but the teasing has gone to a whole new level. 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

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

Send us a textIn today's episode, I'm sharing my 4 Winter Weather Running Tips to keep you motivated and moving:Mindset is Key: Embrace the challenge and stay positive.Warm-Up First: Start warm to avoid the shock of the cold.Dress in Layers: Find what works and keep experimenting.Have Fun: Forget pace—focus on effort and enjoy the beauty of winter.What's your go-to winter running tip?If you found this helpful, rate the show on Spotify, subscribe on YouTube, and share it with a running buddy!www.dohardthingsnation.com #dohardthingsWelcome to the Do Hard Things Podcast with your host Jay Tiegs, Are you ready to amplify and improve your life? Then you are in the right place. On this podcast we have unfiltered conversation with inspiring people who take on challenges and share with us, the wisdom from their journey. We talk about how doing hard things adequately enable all of us to deal with life's struggles and challenges and ultimately improve the quality of our lives. Join the Do Hard Things Nation Facebook Community: https://www.facebook.com/groups/developgritdohardthingsGet Do Hard Things Swag/Join an Event/Get Running Coaching: https://www.dohardthingsnation.com

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Brian is joined by special guest Holly Merker, co-author of Ornitherapy: For Your Mind, Body, and Soul and co-host of The Mindful Birding Podcast. Listen in to learn how birds benefit our wellbeing and how we can help the birds thrive during winter months.  

Traveling to and from your favorite recreation spots can be challenging in the Winter and requires a little extra preparation. In this episode, get some handy tips to build your own Winter survival kit for your vehicle.

It's that time of year—dark, cold, and let's be real, kind of miserable. In this episode, we are breaking down everything you need to know about seasonal depression (aka SAD), why your energy is all over the place, and how your circadian rhythm plays into it. Jess and I spill the tea on serotonin, melatonin, and dopamine—those little hormones making winter feel extra rough—and share our favorite hacks to beat the seasonal slump. From caffeine timing (yes, you're probably doing it wrong) to why light exposure is your new bestie, we've got tips to help you feel like yourself again. Think of this as your ultimate guide to surviving winter without losing your mind—or your motivation. Tune in, laugh a little, and leave with a game plan that actually works. Don't forget to share this with a friend who's also stuck in hibernation mode!

Holiday Hurry, Boost Your Immune System. With the winter wind blowing and germs flying all around, our "Winter Survival Kit" can help you guard against the woes of this winter season. The "Winter Survival Kit", is what you and your family need to stay on track, minimizing risks of infection. Metagenics Training Specialist, Georgia Austin, CCN, joins the show to discuss "ingredient science" and our premiere supplement, "Storm Chaser". View our "Christmas Cues", "Practical Stress Reducers" and the "The Vitamin D and A Relationship" handouts, mentioned in the show.  

Today we are bringing you a winter survival guide, full of deceptively small tips that will make winter unmeasurably better. How do we best appreciate these cold, dark months? How do we stay stimulated, but also reject the grind? Our FT Weekend Magazine's resident “winter goddesses” Griselda Murray Brown and Cordelia Jenkins join Lilah armed with tons of delightful suggestions, from buying warm lightbulbs to reading your friends' dusty old books. They also fight about electric vests. It's a joy. We hope you love it.------ As you know, the show is ending in early January – we're still collecting your cultural questions. What's rolling around in your head? How can we help? Email Lilah at lilahrap@ft.com, or connect with her on Instagram @lilahrap. -------Links (all FT links get you past the paywall): – For our summer episode, search ‘How to have the perfect summer' wherever you listen. Here it is on Spotify– The FT Magazine's advent special is full of tips for enjoying winter– Lulu's piece about watching 100 Christmas films is here: https://on.ft.com/3BBYrUR– Cordelia mentioned “jealousy lists”: here's the FT's list of favourite non-FT articles published this year. Here's Bloomberg's (paywall). Cordelia is most jealous of this Guardian piece by Jonathan Nunn about Nicholas Saunders: “Hippy, capitalist, guru, grocer: the forgotten genius who changed British food” – Gris loved Laura Marling's album Patterns in Repeat. She also mentioned the book Wintering: The Power of Rest and Retreat by Katherine May. – Gris is on Instagram @griseldamurraybrown. Cordelia is on Bluesky @cordeliajenkins-------Special FT subscription offers for Life and Art podcast listeners, from 50% off a digital subscription to a $1/£1/€1 trial, are here: http://ft.com/lifeandart-------Music clip from Chrysalis RecordsRead a transcript of this episode on FT.com Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

How will you survive the onslaught of the winter/holiday season if you struggle with your mental health? I'm sharing my personal survival guide in this episode. Get Practical tools for navigating life with depression and anxiety, delivered weekly⁠⁠⁠. ⁠3 Unique ways to work with me⁠ ⁠⁠Mood Bloom games for depression and anxiety⁠⁠ (I have partnered with this brand) ⁠Dramatically improve your sleep in 2 steps⁠⁠ with my new Sleep Workbook. ⁠⁠⁠My book: For When Everything is Burning⁠⁠⁠ ⁠⁠⁠Connect with me on TikTok⁠ ⁠Connect on Instagram⁠⁠ Disclaimer: This content is not intended to be a replacement for receiving treatment. It is purely educational in nature. My relationship with you is that of presenter and audience, not therapist and client. But I do care. --- Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/scott-eilers/support

Hey Friends,   Ready to keep your kiddo's skin happy and itch-free this winter? In this episode, I'm sharing some practical tips to tackle the cold, dry air and heated indoor spaces that trigger eczema flare-ups. From using eczema-safe creams and keeping your home's air quality in check to choosing the right clothing fabrics and feeding your family warm, anti-inflammatory meals—these simple steps will help you conquer the winter skin battle and keep your child's skin soft, smooth, and healthy all season long! Let's dive in! Take the Next Step: Ready to see real, lasting results and restore your child's health in just 90 days? Now is the time to dive into the Eczema Elimination Method! Let's work together to create soft, comfortable skin in winter and every season. Skincare, coaching and Free worldwide shipping is included!  Get Your Organic, Eczema-Healing Skincare! Let's Connect: Explore Eczema Kids Join the Eczema Kids Facebook Community Follow Along on Instagram @eczema.kids Subscribe, Rate & Review the Podcast Take Care, Andra 

As we move into colder temperatures, it's important to be aware of safety measures to take around self care and preparing for winter weather. Join us for practical insights and strategies to embrace the season while keeping yourself safe and well.  Resources:  Home | McKinley Health Center | UIUC

In some areas, the snowstorm dumped several feet of snow in a matter of a couple of hours. This happened during the height of that year's holiday travel season. The snowstorm knocked out power for more than 100,000 people, it paralyzed most emergency services, it effectively stopped travel in general, and when all was said and done, it left at least 47 people dead. Some of those people died as a result of heart complications, because they over-exerted themselves shoveling snow. However, a significant portion of the deaths were a result of motorists who were trapped in their vehicles for an extended period of time, in freezing temperatures, beyond the reach of any emergency service personnel. These people sadly, literally, froze to death in their cars and trucks. And we've seen this sad scenario play out many times before when a natural disaster strikes. People assume, sometimes fatally, that first responders will be able to make it to them and save them from a desperate situation. But unfortunately, that's not always the case. Sometimes, you really have to be your own first responder. And so in that vein, since we're heading into the winter season, here are some recommendations on things that you can do to protect yourself and your family. Join host Roman Balmakov on this week's episode of “Facts Matter.” Views expressed in this video are opinions of the host and guests and do not necessarily reflect the views of The Epoch Times.  

Join Imran Akram and Talib Man for Monday's show from 4-6pm where we will be discussing: “Bitter Winter: cold Winter in War zones”  and “Asylum: Refuge or Rejection ” Bitter Winter: Cold Winter in War zones: As temperature drop, hundreds of thousands of displaced Palestinians endure harsh weather in deteriorating tents. Over a million face cold months, with tents and blankets now considered luxuries. In Syria, Lebanon and Jordan, Winter storms pose severe risks of Syrians. Meanwhile, millions in Ukraine approach a third Winter under escalating attacks, leaving many without water, electricity or safe housing. Asylum: Refuge or Rejection The right to Asylum protects those fleeing persecution, offering safety and a fresh start. Rooted in International law and Islamic teachings, it reflects a duty of compassion.As crises in Syria and Ukraine show, welcoming policies benfit both refugees and host societies, while Islamic guidance urged refugees to respect and contribute to their new homes. Producers: Anila Syrd Usman and Faiza Raihan

https://slasrpodcast.com/      SLASRPodcast@gmail.com   This week we are joined by Shawn Mahoney. Shawn is known as the guy who hikes with one of the biggest hiking celebrities in the region - Larry The Log. Shawn has been hiking with his log for the last few years and has now completed the triple crown of thru hiking - having done the PCT and CDT since he last joined us on episode 79. In addition to catching up with Shawn we have some weather predictions for the winter, we talk about whistle usage, Road closures, a woman drops her phone in a crevice and ends up stuck upside down for hours, missing elderly couple in Maine, Gear Reviews, Recent hikes on Crescent Mountain and Mount Randolph, and local search and rescue news.   This weeks Higher Summit Forecast  Donations Go Fund Me - Peter Gibney   About Shawn Mahoney NH Chronicle WOKQ Article   Topics Happy Halloween  Welcome Wild Raven Endurance Coaching!  Stick Season is here!  Daylight Savings is coming  Mike Travels to London Whistle safety discussion NH Farmers Almanac forecast Forest Roads Status Stuck between a rock and a rock Elderly people going missing  Trail Talk Highpoint Podcast (Thanks Al) Heart health Cold Turkey Plunge at Waterville Valley Gear talk Ty Gagne's new book preview Welcome Shawn Mahoney - Larry the Log returns!  Recent Search and Rescue news Show Notes Apple Podcast link for 5 star reviews SLASR Merchandise SLASR LinkTree Wild Raven Endurance Coaching The oldest door in Westminster Abbey Forest Road Status TrailsNH Woman drops phone,  gets stuck upside down in cave Missing hiker, 72, found near her dead husband's body in Maine woods kept alive after dog slept on her chest Missing woman in Ossipee, NH Husband offering a reward Follow up on a recent Rescue on Mount Madison Original Story of rescue Heart screenings offered after students death Life Line Screening Services Cold Turkey Plunge Lighting solution for those afraid of night hiking. Video  stocking stuffer The Lions of Winter - Survival and Sacrifice on Mount Washington Man Slips on Bingham Falls in Stowe, VT, hypothermic and still telling bad jokes Injured hiker, Mt. Roberts Trail Injured hiker, Ammonoosuc Ravine Tr Medical emergency, Mt. Chocorua  Injured hiker, Tripyramids  Sponsors, Friends  and Partners Wild Raven Endurance Coaching Fieldstone Kombucha CS Instant Coffee 2024 Longest Day - 48 Peaks Mount Washington Higher Summits Forecast Hiking Buddies  Vaucluse - Sweat less. Explore more. – Vaucluse Gear

In this episode of the OutThere Colorado Podcast, Spencer and Seth chat about all sorts of Colorado-related topics, from the late start to ski season to a swamp dwelling species to the e-bike debate, and more. Plus, this episode includes tips on winter survival gear and coverage of a few top headlines, including a missing teen who was last seen at a national park and a string of break-ins at luxury homes. Questions? Comments? Concerns? Shoot us an email at info@outtherecolorado.com.

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On Tuesday morning, December 5, 1978, 22 people were rescued off the side of a high Colorado mountain in the southern regions of the Rocky Mountains. They had survived the frigid night at an altitude above 10,000 feet (over 3,000 meters). This was in the midst of a snowstorm, with temperatures well below freezing and winds howling above 30 miles per hour (that's nearly 50 kilometers per hour). There was only minimal shelter. Some reports estimated the snow to be 8 feet deep and wind chill temperatures approaching 50 below zero. That they survived the brutal weather conditions is remarkable, but that they had also survived the reason for being stranded on the mountain – a plane crash – is even more remarkable. What follows is the story of that winter survival miracle, and the crash of Rocky Mountain Airways Flight 217.

In this episode, Laura gives us a glimpse into the future with an update on cyborg cockroaches, Mike explores how arthropods survival the winter cold, and Ellie reviews new research investigating bait abandonment by ants. We're joined by special guest Jen McCauley with McCauley Pest Services out of Bryant, Arkansas!    Be sure to check out NPMA's Pestology blog for more information on the research covered in this episode! https://npmapestology.com/  Have questions or feedback for the BugBytes team? Email us at training@pestworld.org, we'd love to hear from you!

On this episode of The Vonu Podcast, we dive back into a selection of high quality articles found in VonuLife: Please enjoy, and in the meantime, pick up a copy of VonuLife, March 1973! A LIFE PHILOSOPHY by Al Fry Over our short span of years on earth, we have… The post TVP #202: [A VonuLife Bonanza] A Life Philosophy, Winter Survival Techniques, Investigating Vonu in Sweden, & More! appeared first on The Vonu Podcast.

Mehr Infos zur PC Games Podcast Folge 72:Wie überlebt es sich in stechend-eisiger Kälte oder an der Seite eines leblosen Zombie-Dieners? Spoiler: Ziemlich gut! Im PC Games Podcast Numero 72 haben wir für euch gleich mehrere Survival-Videospiele, die entweder in den letzten Wochen herauskamen oder schon sehr bald erscheinen - mit dabei: Palworld, die riesigen, durch Portale verbundenen Welten von Nightingale, die finale Fassung zum Twitch-Hit Sons of the Forest, aber auch unbekanntere Kandidaten wie Winter Survival, Welcome to ParadiZe + mehr!Final Fantasy VII Rebirth (für PS5) kaufen und uns unterstützen: https://www.pcgames.de/podcast-FF7Rebirth

So viele Spiele! Das Steam Next Fest fühlt sich an wie eine effiziente E3-Spielemesse: Michi bringt Eindrücke zu Hollowbody, Pacific Drive, Winter Survival, Star Trucker, Dungeonborne und dem neuen Outcast mit in den Brunch. Manu verteidigt indessen die Demokratie mit durchschlagenden Argumenten in Helldivers 2, während Micha in Foamstars eine Schaumparty veranstaltet hat. Da ist es am Ende vielleicht gar nicht so schlimm, dass das dritte Multiplayerspiel, Skull and Bones, Michi nicht vom Hocker reißt.

*Affiliate links and sponsors are included in this post. Thank you for your support! SHOW NOTES In this episode Kate and MacKenzie talk about the things you can do, both frivolous and complex, to make the mid-winter a little daunting and draining. They are here to add just a little bit more fun and spark into your days. LINKS MENTIONED Canva Pura diffuser Stalogy B6 notebook MacKenzie & Katie use for their bullet journals Scotch Glitter & Metalic Washi tapes Himi Guache Paint Set Evie Dunmore- A League of Extraordinary Women Sarah Adams- When in Rome, Practice Makes Perfect, and The Cheat Sheet Ali Hazelwood- Love Theoretically Julia on Max The Traitors on Peacock Love on the Spectrum on Netflix @ktscanvases on Instagram MacKenzie's YouTube Channel MacKenzie's Newsletter MacKenzie's Instagram LWA Facebook Group MacKenzie's Monat Site JOIN US IN PATREON! We would love to welcome you into our Patreon Community! THIS WEEK'S SPONSORS OneSkin- 15% off using code LIVEWELL at oneskin.co Caraway Home- 10% off at carawayhome.com/livewell or use code livewell at checkout AG1- Try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D3+K2 AND 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase exclusively at drinkAG1.com/LIVEWELL SHOP WITH US ON AMAZON Find our favorites here!

Winter can be a tough time for a cyclist, so in this episode, BikeRadar's George Scott, Jack Luke and Simon von Bromley talk through 6 winter cycling mistakes to avoid. And they're talking from bitter experience!   Listen to our podcast with three waterproof experts – https://podcasts.apple.com/gb/podcast/the-bikeradar-podcast/id1461106709?i=1000644146441   Read Simon's High-Mileage Heroes of the Sportful Fiandre Light NoRain Vest: https://www.bikeradar.com/features/sportful-fiandre-light-norain-vest   BikeRadar's buyer's guide to chain lubes: https://www.bikeradar.com/advice/buyers-guides/chain-lubes   How to wax your chain: https://www.bikeradar.com/advice/workshop/how-to-wax-a-chain   How to treat and avoid saddle sores: https://www.bikeradar.com/advice/health/how-to-avoid-and-treat-saddle-sores   UK Climbing – 10 tips on staying warm in winter: https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/skills/10_tips_on_staying_warm_in_winter_by_andy_kirkpatrick-6903 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit podcastchoices.com/adchoices

In today's episode of TFB's Behind the Gun Podcast we've brought back on Hop, as well as Brock (BrassFacts) to talk about something many shooters don't often consider when heading out to the wilderness to shoot - winter survival. Having seen a handful of people including competitive shooters, influencers, and other shooters getting stuck in the ice and snow at their shooting spots, I've brought on Brock (BrassFacts) to talk about how to get through and also be prepared for these types of situations. BrassFacts has an extensive amount of current and past experience and formal training and teaching when it comes to winter survival, land navigation, and making camp when you're displaced from your vehicle. Today we'll talk about some basic necessities for the road, what extra things you should keep around in the winter, and what type of gear is most important when it comes to tackling these types of situations. Please welcome BrassFacts, and Hop to the show! 

Winter is a hard time for everyone, especially Grassroots riders who are also juggling life, work, and horses with limited light time and energy.  Rosie, Nicole, and Sam are sharing their top tips to tackle winter and they discuss some of the great winter tips sent in from you guys on how to make this time of year easier. Sponsor: This show is very kindly supported by Foran Equine. For more than 45 years, Foran Equine has been applying its science for your success. Their equine health and performance products are available in over 50 countries worldwide. They apply leading scientific research and the experience of their multi-disciplinary team including veterinary surgeons, chemists, and equine nutritionists to develop high-performance supplements. Connolly's Red Mills are offering 15% off Foran Equine products to Podcast listeners! Use the code EquiRatingsPodcast15 to receive your discount. View the full collection here. Note this does not apply to the For-Recovery products or the already discounted Pre-Fuel & Refuel combo packs. EquiRatings Eventing Podcast: Don't forget to follow us on Instagram and Facebook.

Chernarus in winter ain't for the faint of heart. The wind bites like a rabid wolf, and the sun hides like a scared rabbit. In this bone-chilling episode, Dave and Andy tackle the ultimate DayZ challenge: surviving the unforgiving grip of winter.Forget your usual loot tactics. Here, warmth is the new weapon, and resourcefulness is your only shield against the icy apocalypse. Join them as they dissect the art of staying frosty (not literally):Gear Up or Freeze Up: Dive deep into the best clothing and equipment for winter warfare, from layering like a pro to finding the warmest fur-lined ushanka this side of Siberia.Hunting for Heat: Forget canned beans, it's all about securing fuel and crafting fires. Learn clever ways to keep your base toasty and your fingers from falling off.The Perils of Frostbite: It's not just the cold that bites, it's the consequences. Analyze the dangers of frostbite, how to avoid it, and what to do if you get caught in its icy grip.Surviving the White Walkers: Zombies become even more of a threat in winter. Discover cunning tactics for navigating blizzards, spotting frozen walkers, and staying alive in the face of a whiteout.But winter in Chernarus isn't just about hardship. It's also a time of breathtaking beauty and unique opportunities. Dave and Andy will explore:The Frozen Frontier: Discover the hidden secrets of winter Chernarus, from frozen lakes perfect for ice fishing to the eerie atmosphere of abandoned ski resorts.A Cold Comfort: Find the unexpected benefits of winter, like the abundance of certain resources and the quiet loneliness that can be strangely peaceful.So, grab a hot cocoa, pull up your warmest blanket, and let Dave and Andy guide you through the frozen wasteland of winter Chernarus. This episode will equip you with the knowledge and resilience to not just survive, but thrive in the coldest corners of the DayZ world. Remember, survivors, winter may come, but so can you, with the right skills and a whole lot of grit.Keywords: DayZ, Winter Survival, Chernarus, Cold Weather, Gear, Clothing, Hunting, Fire, Frostbite, Zombies, Blizzards, Whiteouts, Beauty, Exploration, Resources, Quiet, Podcast, GamesAdvertising Inquiries: https://redcircle.com/brandsPrivacy & Opt-Out: https://redcircle.com/privacy

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Happy New Year! In this episode, we welcome Joe Juniper of Vermillion Valley Vineyards, the second-largest vineyard in Ohio. In close proximity to Lake Erie, Joe is with us to discuss what it is like to grow vinifera in an area with very harsh winters. Joe has become an expert in managing extreme temperatures and precipitation variances, including mastering innovative cold pruning practices. Growers in northern climates typically grow cold-specific, hardy hybrids, but through some unique practices, Joe has mastered growing vinifera in a harsh winter climate. He may have some nice days to ripen vinifera during the season, but you won't find how to survive the winters in vine training textbooks. Listen in as Joe shares some of his cold-weather pruning and vine training practices with us. In this episode, you will hear: Joe's concept for vine pruning and how it differs in his location. The “bonus cane pruning system” and “spare parts viticulture.”  Strategies for vineyard design to prevent disease and promote vine health. The importance of bud count and spur positioning for ideal fruit yields. The differences between spur pruning and cane pruning. Pre-pruning practices to protect vines from winter damage. Follow and Review: We'd love for you to follow us if you haven't yet. Click the ‘+ Follow' button in the top right corner of your Apple Podcasts app. We'd love it even more if you could drop a review or 5-star rating over on Apple Podcasts. Simply select “Ratings and Reviews” and “Write a Review” then a quick line with your favorite part of the episode. It only takes a second and it helps spread the word about the podcast. Resources: Register for Fritz's free live virtual learning event, Vine Pruning Strategies That Most Growers are Missing, happening on Monday, February 5th at 6 PM CST. Get Fritz's Young Vine Training & Vineyard Innovations video course covering bonus canes and spurs and some other unique pruning scenarios. This member-only content is available to podcast listeners through March 31st. If you have questions about today's episode or other grape growing questions, go to VineyardUndergroundPodcast.com and click the Ask Fritz button.  Come grow with Fritz through VirtualViticultureAcademy.com! Save $75 off your first year of membership with the code Underground at checkout. Today's Guest: Joe Juniper is the co-owner and winemaker at Vermillion Valley Vineyards in Vermillion, Ohio. Connect with Joe - Website | Facebook | Instagram Episode Credits If you like this podcast and are thinking of creating your own, consider talking to my producer, Emerald City Productions. They helped me grow and produce the podcast you are listening to right now. Find out more at https://emeraldcitypro.com. Let them know we sent you.

In the FINAL edition of this special series, the UBMC crew celebrates the end of the year with the 2023 Uncle Boobie Awards, and each reveals their personal survival guide for the winter season. Fact Check Jake's YouTube Recs: Camirra's Kitchen The Real Javier Novoa

It's November 1st and winter is coming... but that doesn't mean you golf game should hibernate! CH3 discusses why you shouldn't sleep on the practice opportunity in the coming months, including how to dial in your yardages, fix problems by not being outcome oriented and figuring out your misses. Thanks to our partners: AG1: Try AG1 and get a FREE 1-year supply of Vitamin D AND 5 free AG1 Travel Packs with your first purchase. Go to drinkAG1.com/CH3. That's drinkAG1.com/CH3.  Rapsodo: Use code CH3 for $70 off the purchase of a MLM2PRO and a dozen free RPT balls at Rapsodo.com. The membership unlocks access to Combines as well as Session Insights, slow motion replay, and video storage up to 10,000 videos. Tell your friends about the new show and be sure to follow Claude to submit questions, enter giveaways and keep up with the latest Son of a Butch updates on Instagram at @ClaudeHarmon3. Son of a Butch is produced in partnership with Wasserman. The views and opinions expressed by guests interviewed on the Podcast, including all program participants and guests, are solely their own current opinions regarding events and are based on their own perspective and opinion. The views and opinions expressed do not reflect the views or opinions of Claude Harmon, Wasserman, or the companies with which any program participants/interviewees are, or may be, affiliated.  See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

KO updates the crabbies on some show favorites who are out exploring all that the world has to offer! We also found another poor animal high on cocaine and discuss an elderly gentleman who was trapped in the show. Kenny also previews (Kennedy Swan) a part of next week cast.  Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices