Page 46 of Second Chances
He pulled off the side of the road beside the Arrowheart trail sign.
“What. Here? There’s nothing here.” Megan leaned forward examining the trailhead.
“There are a lot of things here, you just have to know where to look.” He put the truck in park and jogged around to open the door for Megan, but she had already hopped out of the truck.
“The trail was groomed today, you can see the parallel dips in the fresh snow.” He pointed to the barely perceptible trail. He opened the tailgate and pulled the skis out of the back and stuck them in the snow. “Have a seat.” He patted the tailgate. Megan hopped up and kicked her feet in the air like a five-year-old on a chair meant for an adult. “What size are your feet?”
“Seven.”
Erica’s had been seven and a half. “Perfect, put on these socks.” He pulled out a pair of thin wool socks from his pocket.
“Ooh, freshly warmed.” She unfolded them and rolled them over top of her other socks. He loosened the laces on the boots and slipped one onto Megan’s foot, holding her thin calf in his hand. He felt Megan stiffen with his touch and then exhale like she had been holding her breath. He stepped back, his hands up, “I’m sorry about that, I’m sure you can put on your own ski boots.”
“It’s okay,” Megan smiled. “Nothing wrong with playing Cinderella every once in a while,”
“Does that make me Prince Charming?” he replied, finishing up the laces on her boot before reaching for the second one. He blew on his fingers to warm them up and rubbed his hands together. It was one of the coldest nights so far that winter.
“I suppose it does.”
Josh patted the side of her foot and then hopped up onto the tailgate beside her. The cold metal permeated through his snow pants and thermal underwear. He pulled on his boots as quickly as he could and hopped off. He held out his hand for Megan. She took it and hopped down into the snow beside them. “Barring a snowstorm, or random cabin, I should have you back before midnight.” He set the skis down in the snow and handed Megan a set of poles. “You’ve never done this before?”
“Never,” Megan replied, shrugging her shoulders. “But I have used the ski machine at the gym, does that count?”
“Actually, it does,” Josh chuckled. He knelt in the snow to hold Megan’s foot and guided her boot to the binding, “Just press that metal piece into the binding here, you should hear it click in.” Megan clicked in her boot and lifted her other foot to click into the second ski, not taking into account that the first ski was now ready to slide. The ski shot forward, and she was airborne for a brief second. “Eeeeee,” she squealed. Her poles went flying and her arms flailed, catching Josh’s back before she landed ass first into the snow. She paused, her face was inches from Josh’s neck and he could feel the warmth from her breath radiate down his collar. She let out a nervous giggle. He stood up, her hands sliding down from his back. He reached out his hand to help her up. She took it and he had to use all his might to manhandle her up off the ground, the lone ski insistent on starting its journey, making it tough for her inexperienced foot to make contact with the ground. When she did, she set her foot down beside the groomed trail and sank down to her crotch in the deep snow.
“Is this a sign?” she gasped, exasperated.
“A sign of what?” Josh asked.
“That I should get back into the car and burn Charlotte’s snow pants?”
So that’s where they came from. He wondered why she just hadn’t told him that she was wearing her friend’s clothes.
“It’s a sign that you should let me help you put on the other ski, and now we have a good idea of how deep the snowpack is beside the trail.” He muscled Megan’s post-holed leg out of the snow. He grabbed her boot and stuck it into the second binding and handed her the ski poles. “You put the straps around your wrists like this.” He slid his own straps over his gloves and clicked into his skis. “Now, follow me, push with your poles to get started, and then pretend that you are on the machine at the gym.”
Josh planted his poles into the snow and slid off down the trail. He took a few strides to illustrate the technique then turned to watch Megan. She steadied herself on the trail, took a deep breath, planted her poles and then pushed.
Hard.
She flew toward Josh squealing. He didn’t have time to move, her body thudded into his and he instinctively wrapped his arms around her body, so she didn’t crumple to the ground. He could see the frustration and embarrassment on her face. The roundness of her chest was pressed against his and he could feel his cock begin to stir. She looked up into his eyes, then grimaced and looked away, blinded by his headlamp.
He reached up and clicked off the small light, darkness immediately enveloping the two of them. He could hear her breath and feel the warmth of it against his neck, her chest expanding into his with every breath she took. Instinct took over, and even though he knew it was a bad idea, he let his cheek linger next to her forehead. She tilted her head back in response, pressing her cheek to his. All it would take was for one of them to turn their head and their lips could meet. He pressed his hands into her lower back and pulled her tighter against him. The corner of his lip was at the corner of hers, the steam from their breath mingled together between the warmth of their faces. His cock was not just stirring, it is pulsing and well on its way to tenting out his snow pants. He didn’t know how long they remained that way, cheek to cheek, the only sound their breathing and the snowflakes falling gently on the surrounding pine trees. He closed his eyes tightly and moved a fraction of an inch at the same time Megan did, their lips granting each other permission to mesh. He met her soft lips with his and heard a slight whimper escape from her mouth as her lips responded to his. She reached her arms around his shoulders and he could feel her gloves gripping the collar of his jacket. He pressed his hips into hers tightly, but pulled back his face slightly, she responded by leaning forward to nip at his lip.
That was it.
He responded hungrily. He threw down his ski poles and gripped her entire back with his arm, their mouths growing aggressive with want. He could feel his heart pounding like it was going to burst through all the layers of his clothes, something had awoken in him that had been asleep for so long, and like a bear emerging from its den after a cold long winter, he was hungry. His cock throbbed and pressed against his long underwear. He wanted nothing more than to throw Megan down in the snow, rip off her snow gear, and plunge into her warmth.
He wondered if she was feeling the same way. If she wanted him inside her the same way, he wanted to spread her legs and taste her. Something about the way she was kissing him told him she did, but when she reached her hand to the front of his snow pants and began fumbling with the button, he had his answer.
“Megan,” he breathed into her mouth, the skin on his lower abdomen tingling with the sensation of her cold fingers gripping the waistband of his pants. “We can’t.”
Her fingers slid out of his pants and he felt her body lose all its tension, “I know,” she sighed.
Josh needed to step away from Megan, to give his raging hard on some space from her body, but he was afraid if he did so, she would crumple to the ground in a heap of Gore-Tex, skis, and heat. “I need you to plant your poles in the ground and get ready for me to let go of you, okay?”
Megan nodded in the darkness.
“Was that a nod?” he asked.
