Well, there she was.
The climb had been a bit tiring, but the view was worth it. Before her stretched a lovely vista. Directly below her down the steep embankment covered with sumacs was a busy, four lane street with traffic constantly whizzing past and beyond that was the lovely, if slightly bleak, expanse of the marsh in winter, right in the middle of suburbia. It was one of her favorite places regardless of the season, although she didn't often get to enjoy it from way up here atop the heavily forested glacial moraine, left here after the last ice age in the middle of the otherwise quite flat northern prairie. The hike was quite steep, and at warmer times of the year, muddy if there had been rain. In winter, of course, the snow also made it a bit treacherous footing, but at least the ground was frozen and there were plenty of saplings to hold onto to steady yourself.
Still, almost nobody ever came up here, regardless of season, and despite the view. Not many people anymore were able to appreciate the natural beauty that could be found in their own back yards, and even fewer were willing to do a bit of work for it. In other words, it was perfect for what she had planned.
Sadie took off her hoodie and hung it on the handy stub of a broken branch of the tree she stood next to. She wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Her nipples were immediately as hard as they had ever been. It was an unseasonably warm January day, but all that meant was that it was just a few degrees above freezing, certainly not enough to melt the snow cover here under the trees, let alone the ground beneath, and the wind was chill in the shade, but she didn't plan on being here long enough for it to matter today. This was more of a test run. Still, the cold encouraged her to hurry. She bent down to unzip her ankle-length boots and stepped out of them into the snow, sockless. She had actually been looking forward to this part, and the feeling of icy cold on her slim feet did not disappoint. It was shockingly delicious at first, feeling the snow press up between her toes, which had moments before been snuggled warm in her fur-lined footwear, but that sensation quickly passed and she soon got an uncomfortable reminder of why people wore shoes in the winter. She shivered.
"Okay, change of plan. Boots go back on," Sadie said to herself. "But not until after I'm ready, of course," she finished, before undoing her belt and sliding her baggiest pair of jeans down her her legs and stepping out of them. Again, just as with her sweatshirt and boots, she was completely bare underneath, right down to her shaved pussy. She quickly hung up her jeans with her hoodie, hanging them by the crotch on the same branch stub. She shivered once again and crossed her arms under her breasts before reaching for her boots.
Getting them back on again was more of an issue than she had imagined, though. she had gone without socks because she didn't relish the idea of walking home in wet socks after her mission, but now her feet were wet with melted snow and they didn't want to go back inside her boots without a struggle. She swore good humoredly to herself as she rested her bare butt against the rough bark of her tree as she eventually managed to manhandle her feet back into their homes, but didn't zip up the zippers. They would have to come back off when she put her jeans back on anyway and they were still tight enough that she wasn't going to step out of them. Her pants, though loose on her slim dancer's body, wouldn't go on over boots. "One more chance to enjoy bare feet in the snow," she said with a rueful grin, before stepping slightly forward.
She had chosen her perch carefully. This was one of the few places along the ridge that had a small spot that was bare of obscuring trees, so any of the drivers or passengers below her could, if they looked up at exactly the right moment and craned their necks, see a very naked, blonde, fit, eighteen year-old in all her glory. She wasn't worried about that (it was extremely unlikely anyone driving would have the attention to spare), although she did glance a bit nervously at the extensive mirrored glass of the wall of the junior college off to her left across the road, but forced herself to stay in view. Anyone over there would have to be looking at exactly this spot, and probably through binoculars to see her from this distance. "Hey, if they can see me, I hope they're enjoying the show," she once again talked to herself. There was also the sidewalk on the far side of the road to consider, of course. It was a nice day, so there were bound to be walkers, joggers, and maybe even cyclists out enjoying the weather, but she'd see them coming long before they would see her. She was tempted to force herself to stay visible even if she did see someone, but decided it would be better to step back into the trees. A little risk was one thing, but no point in pushing her luck too far.
This, though, reminded her of her mission with the little thrill it sent through her body and she shivered again, this time only partly because of the cold. First things first, she turned her attention to her erect nipples, standing out from her breasts as if they were trying to escape. She let her fingertips trail slowly up the already goosebumped flesh of her hips, sides, and ribcage before tracing them lightly over the mounds of her B-cup breasts and then letting her forefingers run circles around her nipples, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation she loved so much. Immediately she frowned, though, and opened her eyes as she took both nipples between her thumbs and index fingers and pinched them, at first lightly, and then harder, rolling them back and forth as she did so, but finally sighed in resignation. It was no use. The cold had made her nipples hard and erect, it was true, but unfortunately the extent of it was also making them numb instead of sensitive as she had hoped. All she could get out of them was a disappointingly dull ache when she pinched them harder than she normally would while masturbating.
She sighed, but remained undeterred, turning her attention now to her always reliable friend, her clit. She spread her legs slightly wider, getting yet another shiver from the thought of someone driving or looking out the window of the college and seeing the show she was putting on. She let the fingertips of her right hand once again trail across her skin, this time of her tummy, letting them dip, one by one, into and out of her navel on the way down to their target. She would've liked to brace herself with her left hand against the tree with her clothes on it, but since she had moved forward into her public viewing area, it was now too far away. She hoped she wouldn't fall. Her orgasms were always intense, and she wasn't usually standing for them. She was reminded of how cold the snow had been on her bare feet. "Oh well, I'm committed now," she said to herself with a smile as she moved her left hand down to join her right. At least she could use those fingers to spread her lips open and allow her right hand better access. Again, she didn't usually stand to masturbate, and lying on her back with her legs spread wide was much easier than this was going to be.
She had high hopes. Her pussy, although exposed to the same cold as her nipples, provided some shelter and extra warmth to her clit, so she hoped it wasn't going to be too numb. Anyway, a bit of ice cube-play was always fun, and always made her gasp and climax quickly and intensely. She worked the pad of her right middle finger down into her cleft as she spread herself with two fingers of her left and began to rub in tiny circles just at the top where her hood began. At first, the effect was exactly as she had hoped. Her hood was still relatively warm and she gasped as the ice-cold tip of her finger teased it. Almost immediately, though, the cold of both her finger and the air started to sink in, and she could feel the same numbness as had dulled her nipples begin to affect her down there as well. She frowned and made an annoyed little sound, but she wasn't going to be deterred when she had gone to all this trouble.
She reached lower and hooked her fingertip under her hood to get direct contact with the sensitive little nub of her clit itself. Again, the feeling of a cold digit against such a sensitive point was at first gratifying and she gasped and threw her head back, but her thought of it being like ice cube-play was somewhat mistaken. When she had played with ice before it had been in a warm room and it was the contrast of temperatures that felt so delicious. Right now, her entire body was freezing, and the moment her fingertip touched her clit it was as if it began to shrink away from her touch, going into hiding under the blanket of its hood to try to retain some of its precious warmth. She sighed. "I thought it was only men who had to worry about shrinkage in the cold." And speaking of cold, she shivered yet again. The distraction of trying to figure out a way to get herself off had been keeping her from dwelling on her comfort, but now she realized just how icy her thin frame was getting. It was time to wrap it up and get back into her clothes.
