Opposites attract.
"Left a bit."
"No. My left."
"Perfect. Just one more left today and that's the lot finished."
Karen muttered under her breath - always the dogs' body. Even though they were the same sort of age, and had the same qualifications and experience, whenever Karen got paired up with Phil she always felt like the 'student'.
She picked up the last bird box, slung the ladder over her shoulder and stomped off up the steep hill behind the cabin.
To anyone watching, it would indeed seem a little strange to see the size 10, twenty year old woman doing the heavy lifting whilst the strapping, 6' 3", Rugby playing bloke stood supervising with a clipboard.
As Karen huffed and puffed her way to the small copse, she cursed the man again and decided she certainly wasn't going to admit to him she could actually do with some help.
Still, she thought, only 4 more days to go and then a full week off. Besides, it was a beautiful location in which to work, even if it was a totally isolated from civilization and there was a cold front coming in.
Nothing for it but to keep things friendly and if needs be, humour the git.
Thirty minutes later, just as they were finishing off testing the last camera, the snow started to fall. Within a quarter of an hour there was a thin even layer covering everything.
"Looks like it could be in for the night." Phil remarked as they stepped out of their overcoats and boots.
"Whose turn is it to cook tonight?" Phil teased.
"You know perfectly well it's mine." Karen answered a little too curtly.
"Okay, okay, only joking, Jeez..."
As Karen got the water boiling on the make shift stove, she heard the shower switch on and was oh so tempted to turn on the cold tap in the kitchen knowing full well the shower would turn ice cold.
"Now now, be nice Karen." She said quietly whilst chopping a pepper. "It's not his fault he's an oaf."
The shower was a fairly new addition to the cabin. Until recently the remote nature reserve post was manned by an older volunteer generation and a hot shower wasn't deemed a necessity by them. However the more recent youthful occupants thought six days straight without such a basic luxury wasn't an option.
Although a welcome addition, the ad-hoc shower cubical wasn't the most 'private' place in the cabin. Colleagues had to obey the unwritten rule of staying well away from the curtained off corner whilst it was in use. Not that Phil would worry about preserving his modesty, if allowed he would strut around the cabin of an evening in his tight boxers without a care in the world. Mind you, that was back in the summer shift rotations, with those barmy hot evenings, not two weeks before Christmas with Jack Frost rattling the windows...
Phil patted his tummy in the way men like to do after a decent meal and yawned openly.
"You'd better get yourself in the shower if we're going to finish this game tonight." Phil said indicating towards the chess board on the side.
There he goes again, Karen thought. Deep breath girl, think of your CV.
Five minuets later the hot water cascades over her natural dark locks and soft pale skin. Sadly there was an infinite amount of hot water available and one had no time for long lazy showers. Karen lathered herself up as quickly as she could. Just as she was reaching up from sponging her legs she was shocked to see Phil sat on the small sofa checking the monitors just in front of the cubical.
"Do you mind Phil?" She shouted loudly. "If I can see you, then you can obviously see me!"
"Don't flatter yourself love." Phil retorted. "Anyway, that last camera we put up is way off target; probably the bloody Pine Marten again. I'm going to reposition it." And with that he jumped up and strode to the door.
Karen was sure he took his time closing the door on purpose so that the icy wind filled the small cabin in seconds.
Arsehole, she thought as she dried herself off and got dressed.
Karen wasn't sure how long she had dozed off for but soon realised something was wrong. No Phil. Had she been asleep for 10min or 45? Shit.
Still cursing, Karen hurriedly changed into her wet weather gear and boots, grabbed the torch and left the cabin. By now the snow was coming down in huge flakes, a good six inches covered the ground.
"Phil!" She repeatedly shouted into the night. Where the hell are you she thought?
She staggered though the snow up the hill to the rear, her torch light was next to useless - the beam seemed to be just soaked up by the white out conditions.
"PHILIP!" she howled nearing their last position on the hill.
Squinting into the night, Karen could just see a dark mound lying under the large oak.
Karen slumped to her knees beside Phil. Shaking his broad shoulders as hard as she could and shouting his name again and again, he finally began to stir. She rubbed the snow from his face, he slowly opened his eyes.
"You've never called me Philip before." He said quizzically.
"Jesus, you scared the life out of me there, idiot."
Although immensely relieved, Karen soon realised Phil wasn't alright. He was now shaking uncontrollably and mumbling incoherently.
"We've got to get you back inside Phil." She said firmly, "Help me please."
After considerable effort Karen eventually managed to get Phil to his (wobbly) legs, and with maximum effort, slowly made their way back down to the cabin.
Karen kicked the door open and lowered Phil to the floor. Without thinking she went straight into the drill for this situation. She pulled off his boots and then struggled to get him out of his wet jacket. Snow had found its way in and soaked his clothes though.
Phil looked on groaning with real pain in his eyes as Karen dragged the roll mats from the camp beds and grabbed their sleeping bags.
"We'll get you warm in no time; just help me a little longer." Karen said trying to sound reassuring. Karen proceeded to remove Phil's clothes until he was left teeth chattering in just his boxers. She then noticed a nasty gash on his calf. She grabbed the first aid kit and quickly cleaned the wound and taped a dressing on top. It didn't look great but Karen was more concerned about trying to raise his core temperature. In one swift movement, Karen somehow managed to roll Phil onto an open sleeping bag and quickly did it up. She then laid the other bag and anything else she could find suitable on top of him.
Without delay or hesitation, Karen started to shed her own clothes. If Phil noticed he barely registered it. Off came her leggings; off came the thermal top until Karen was stood in just her pale blue knickers and cream vest top. Shivering herself she squeezed her petit body down inside the sleeping bag. She then draped herself over Phil's trembling body.
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Karen woke first. The morning sun was casting a warm glow over the huddled pair. Karen gave a start as she realised she was spooning her adversary, skin on skin, then quickly remembered the previous nights trauma and relaxed slightly.
Phil was fast asleep, apparently none the worse for his bout of hypothermia. With their combined body heat now, the sleeping bag was super toasty. Karen thought about getting straight up but something made her hesitate. Her hand was still cradling Phil's bare midriff where it had been when she'd woken. His wiry chest hair sprang between her fingers. Her small pert breasts were squashed up against his taught back. Karen couldn't resist moving ever so gently so as her nipples rubbed his hot back.
It had been too long she thought since she'd been so close to a man. She could feel that lovely warm moist feeling beginning to spread between her legs.
With growing confidence she draped a leg over his so she could gently grind herself against him. Still he did not stir, so Karen's free hand moved slowly downwards. She knew she was possibly opening up a whole load of trouble, and would have to stop - just not quite yet...
The temptation was too great not to move her hand down further and brush over his boxer shorts.
Fighting with herself she decided she would go no further than that - she just wanted to feel his manhood (even if it was though the material of his underwear).
She sighed as her hand found the unmistakable mass of his cock. With her hand gently stroking over the growing bulge, she manouvoued her other hand inbetween her legs.
Slipping her fingers inside she surprised herself how wet she was. Her middle finger rubbed its way back between her lips to find her hard clit.
Distracted by her own growing pleasure, she gasped when she realised the cock that she had been absently caressing had now fully hardened and the swollen head was poking up under the waist band of the shorts. Looking again to monitor any changes in Phil's breathing, she steeled herself for a quick look at his now rock hard cock. Carefully unzipping the sleeping bag a little allowed Karen to get some light in and position herself nearer to his cock.
What she saw was a thick shaft protruding three inches or so free from the waistband. Its circumcised head grossly engorged.
This was getting silly she thought. But still she chose not to leave it there - she couldn't. Perhaps I could get away with just holding it in my hand for a minute she mused. The beast was still sleeping like a baby so very slowly; Karen worked his shorts slightly down his thighs.
With his under wear out of the way, Phil's cock was lay there against his belly visibly pulsing. Without pausing Karen reached down and grasped him in her hand. Her tiny hand looked lost around it. She gave it a little squeeze and it seemed to breathe in her hand.
It was crunch time Karen thought. Either she was going to have to try and disengage herself and creep out and bring her self off in her bedroom or she was going to have to see this through to the bitter end. As she was busy fighting her inner demons, Phil gave a loud sigh and shifted his position.
