It’s Snowing

Fbailey story number 617


It’s Snowing


My teenage daughter thinks that looking good outweighs being comfortable. So needless to say she runs around in micro miniskirts, sexy blouses, and occasionally a bra. In essence she drives me freaking crazy. I think that she does it on purpose too.

That brings us to the fall when we were going out into the woods in search of colorful leaves for a collage that she was planning for a school project. I suggested that she dress warmer and bring a coat but that didn’t go over very well. She insisted that the car would keep her warm and that she wouldn’t be out in the cold for very long.

Thirty minutes later we were in a state park ready to gather pretty fall leaves. I let Sylvia led the way and look for leaves while I got to hold the bag that she put them in. Before she knew it we had been out and about for almost an hour and she was shivering. We were also lost. That didn’t help any. I was comfortable but I really didn’t want to give up me light jacket because I just had a T-shirt on.

Suddenly Sylvia opened up my jacket and pressed her firm breasts against my chest and hugged me tight. Her breasts were warm but I pulled my jacket around her and held her cold back. Then she started humping my leg like a dog.

I asked, “What are you doing?”

Sylvia replied, “In class they taught us about hypothermia and how to fight it off. We need body contact, movement, and possibly sex.”

I said, “They taught you that in school.”

Sylvia said, “Yes, some of the boys are Boy Scouts and they told us about experiences that they had heard about. If you get really cold you have to get naked and cuddle up in a sleeping bag. If that doesn’t work then you have to have sex. That gets you both really warm and you live to go camping another day.”

I laughed and said, “These are all boys getting naked and having sex, right.”

She stopped to think about that one and replied, “I don’t think so.