It must be 90°F right now. Why did they decide to go camping in the middle of Summer? Viviane laid on the thin sleeping pad, all tent flaps were completely open, and the rechargeable fan died hours ago.
She looked over at Jean who was out like a rock.
Enough,
she thought and decided that the extra layer of clothes needed to go.
She fanned herself, desperately trying to get air to her naked body. It wasn't working.
She agreed to the pack-in, pack-out trip because Jean loves this stuff, and she loves him. At the time, she figured staying by a lake in the middle of nowhere would be nice. She also figured that they could spend quality time together.
She was right about the quality time together. Viviane and Jean talked and laughed the entire day. It was lovely.
Now, she was sweating her ass off at midnight.
She crossed her arms behind her head and raised her knees. Every inch that touched the fabric prickled with heat rash. Thank goodness she didn't have to contend with boob sweat.
She continued to toss and turn for another few minutes. It was excruciating. She quietly wrapped the orange microfiber towel around herself, slipped on her untied hiking boots, and stepped out of the tent. Jean was still completely asleep.
The path to the pristine glacial lake was made clear by the bright moonlight streaming through the thin tree cover. The full moon was just over the mountainous horizon. It reflected beautifully against the rippled lake.
Viviane walked to a small clearing completely stuck in her misery. She sat on a log and cursed the world.
Maybe I can cool off in the lake,
she thought.
She slipped off her hiking boots and walked ankle-deep into the water. It was freezing! The water must have been 60 degrees.
Her entire body shivered and she jumped out quickly. She couldn't get a break. The air was too hot and the water, too cold.
Will sat letting the muggy air dry him. He just cooled off with a short swim.
"It is such a beautiful night," he said to the universe. "Thank you for this gift."
He gazed to the distant shore. He could see the trees across the lake in the bright moonlight. He felt happy to have this peaceful moment of serenity before returning to his busy life.
He heard splashing and cautiously moved to see what it was.
A naked goddess was slowly wading into the lake. Her porcelain skin radiated as if she were a twin of the full moon.
She was beautiful. Her silky black hair fell past her shoulder blades. Her long slender fingertips grazed the water's surface as she slowly moved toward the center of the lake.
He sat on a tree stump astonished and just outside of her view.
She gasped when the ice-cold water reached her womanhood. He could see her small breasts in profile. Then, she dove in.
Will's hard cock made a large wet spot in his shorts. His precum drenched the head.
He bunched the shorts to the side, widened his legs, and slipped it out. His balls loosely swung as he pulled on himself in the hot air.
Will's clear view of the woman was a dream come true. He would have been satisfied if he had died right then.
He recorded every detail in his mind as he stroked. He wanted to see, feel, and experience the fullness of this pristine moment forever.
He watched as she sighed loudly. She turned toward the shore and lifted both hands to her forehead. Her gorgeous features were in full view as she smoothed her hair.
She glowed like a movie star. Her raised elbows and arched back perfectly displayed her petite cups. Her ultra-tight nipples were the size of pencil erasers in the center of dark areolas.
She spread her arms, leaned back, and gently submerged again. She was truly enjoying herself.
Will's strokes intensified and his breath deepened. He remained as quiet as he could to avoid ruining the moment.
She glided swanlike as she swam. Will became harder with every peek of her round ass, small breasts, and clean-shaven mons. Will squinted and saw her shimmering peach breach the surface.
He was on the edge of exploding when something changed.
She got up quickly and started making her way out. Will could hear her chattering teeth from a distance. Her breathing was shallow and she seemed to stagger out of the water.
She fumbled for her towel.
Oh, shit,
he thought. He covered his throbbing manhood and rushed over to her.
"Hey, are you ok?" he asked.
"P-P-P please help me," she stammered between chattering teeth. She knew something was wrong.
Will quickly wrapped the towel around her and picked her up as her legs gave way.
He looked at her face. She was still conscious. Her skin was cold to the touch and she was shivering uncontrollably. Her cute face and thin lips were now the color of fine China.
He knew these were the signs of hypothermia and quickly made his way to his tent. Each footfall adeptly moved with confidence and haste.
He laid her down inside the tent.
"My name is Will," he said looking into her eyes. "I think you have hypothermia. I am going to help you get warm."
He was calm and gentle. She nodded her head. He grabbed his emergency blanket which looked like a piece of tin foil the size of a queen mattress.
"I need to wrap you in this emergency blanket," he said. "It will help you warm up. To do that, I need to remove your cold wet towel. Is that ok with you?" he asked.
"Y-Y-Yes," she whispered. Tremors were pulsing through her entire body.
He slowly rolled her over, removed the wet towel, and tightly swaddled her in the mylar blanket.
"You're going to be ok. I'm here to help you," he said. "What's your name?"
She struggled to get the word out. "Viviane!" she forcibly said between shivers.
"It's nice to meet you, Viviane. I'm going to cover you with warm things to try to get your body temperature up. I will touch your forehead to see if your body temperature is rising."
Will gently spread his pack towel over her, hoping it would help. He placed his hand on her forehead. She was still cold to the touch. He started stroking her forehead, like a parent cares for a sick child. He was extremely worried but remained outwardly calm.
He waited for seven minutes. Her shivering wasn't calming. He turned on a headlamp to softly light the tent. Her porcelain skin was still tinted with a blue hue.
"Viviane," he said gently. "Your body temperature is not getting better on your own. I think you are too cold to recover. This may be uncomfortable, but I am going to get under the blanket with you. I need to wrap my body around yours to transfer my body heat to you. I realize you are naked. I'm so sorry that I have to do this, but I think it is the only way. Is that ok with you?"
She nodded her head. Will did as he said and hugged her tight from behind. He tried to make as much contact with her skin as he could and tightly wrapped the blanket around them.
It felt like he was holding someone who had been in a refrigerator. His body completely engulfed her small frame from behind. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders. She was light. He slipped one leg under her and the other between hers.
They laid there for a while maximizing surface area contact. He exhaled into the blanket sending 98-degree warmth with every deep breath.
The chattering eventually stopped. They switched positions so she could warm her front against his back. The heat transfer worked and her breathing calmed. They changed positions once more and Viviane fell asleep on Will's chest.
He turned off the headlamp and drifted to sleep. He thanked God for the years of survival training in his youth.
