It's December 23rd and we've decided to get a fresh Christmas tree this year. There's a Christmas tree farm in the snow-covered mountains of Colorado, not far from where we live.
The snow crunches beneath our boots as we search for the perfect tree. Several families are also looking for trees. I slip my mittened hand in yours as we inspect the trees. A couple of kids playing "tag" rush by us nearly knocking me off my feet. You steady me and put your arm around my waist, holding me close to your side. After a little while, I feel your hand slip into one of my back pockets and give my ass a squeeze. I lightly pinch your side in response.
"What about this one?" you ask, stopping in front of a medium-sized pine tree. I look at it carefully. It's a pretty nice looking tree and would probably fit perfectly in the living room.
"It's nice," I say. "Let's look at some others though." I'm enjoying being out here in the crisp December evening with you.
"How about this one?" I ask, coming to a halt in front of a small, sickly looking tree. "You've gotta be kidding me!" you laugh. "It's a Charlie Brown tree."
"But it's cute!" I protest, laughing.
"Yeah, if you're a Peanuts character," you retort. I bend down and grab a handful of snow, making it into a ball when you're not looking. Suddenly I throw it at you, hitting you in the ass. You whirl around and face me.
"Did you just throw a snowball at me?"
"No," I say innocently. "Why would you think that?"
"Someone threw a snowball at me," you say, stooping to pick up a handful of snow. "And I think it was you." You throw your snowball at me, hitting me in the leg. I form another snowball and pitch it at you, this time hitting you in the chest. The next one you throw hits me in the ass as I playfully run away from you. My next shot hits you in the crotch. Your eyes darken with passion as you stalk towards me, knowing that I hit you there deliberately. I feel myself growing damp as you approach me. You grab me by the front of my ski jacket and haul me against you, crushing my lips beneath yours. At the first touch of your tongue against my lips, I open my mouth, taking your tongue deep inside. You walk me backwards until my back hits a tree. Your hands undo my belt and make quick work of my jeans, pushing them down my hips. I gasp as the cold air hits my naked flesh. You smile when you notice I'm not wearing panties beneath my jeans.
"What are you doing?" I say breathlessly. "Someone could catch us."
"Nobody will catch us," you say probing my pussy with your fingers as I quickly free your cock. You grab my legs and lift me onto your hard cock. You thrust into me quickly, forcing me against the tree. I wrap my legs around your waist and begin to grind against you as you pound into my wet hot pussy. My back rubs against the tree as we fuck causing my bra to rub against my hard sensitive nipples. It doesn't take long for us to cum hard together. You lower me to my feet and we hurriedly get dressed. Once we're dressed, I can feel our juices dampening my jeans. I'm just straightening my jacket when the salesperson approaches us.