I was taking a long walk in the snow. It was so beautiful and wondrous watching the flakes pour down out of the dark sky. After a few blocks, I noticed someone else walking and reveling in the night. Slowly I gained ground and drew near the lone figure. By the grace of the gait and the hourglass shape of the long wool coat, I guessed it to be a woman walking.
The crunching of my footsteps must have startled you, and as you turn to see who approached in the dark night, your next step found a patch of ice. With a whoop, your feet flew out from under you and you landed spread-legged on the ice, your arms behind you breaking the fall.
I immediately rush to you, apologizing for the fright and offering assistance. Looking into your eyes I realize that you are an exquisitely attractive woman. Your breath comes in rapid clouds as you look up at me with snow dampened cheeks and eyelashes, sensual lips and deep, brown, shinning eyes that reflect the softness of the snowy evening. I introduce myself and again apologize for the scare as I hold out my hand to help you back to your feet. You groan a bit and I ask if you are all right. You complain of an ache in your wrist from where you caught yourself. Trying to be helpful, I suggest that you take some snow and pack it on your wrist. You laugh nervously, explaining that you can't pack snow with only one hand, then ask if I might do it for you.
I gladly oblige and lead you across the street to a park where snow is piled deep against a rock wall. As you lean over I can't help but notice that beneath your coat you do not appear to be wearing a blouse! I see nothing but flesh, the tender skin of your chest and the hint of a breast rising against a fold of soft wool. You catch my eye and grasp my hand, telling me you had hoped to meet a stranger on your walk and that you have wine and a fire burning at your home and you want to share with it someone on this cold night.