I lived in a tiny shack on the outside of town, an arrangement that worked well for me, although the people in town thought I was a little odd, which I probably was.
I was resourceful with my hands, and through various means had patched up the shack so that it was livable enough, and actually was pleasant. I was also resourceful in ways that the people in town could not have guessed at.
And so it was, that one December night, the wind was howling so hard that I feared my shack would be torn apart. At the very least, the wind whipping through the planks of my shack robbed all heat from the inside. All I could do was dig deeper in my blanket.
And think about the summer. I thought of how, even though my shack was small, the area around it was expansive and so good to stroll through. I thought of the thick green grass in the spring, and the tall yellow grain in the summer. I thought of the warm soft breezes, so different from these winter ones. And above all, I thought of the sun, beating down on my back, so that I was being heated directly. And with those thoughts, I drifted away.
I felt a warm hand close around my wrist, felt myself being lifted, and through a haze felt myself flying up, further and faster. I don't think I had to blink before I woke up.
As I opened my eyes, several things struck them at once. First, where I was now was bright! The light came not only from the sky, but from all around me. Second, there was a beautiful, voluptuous blond woman standing right next to me, holding my arm. She was smiling and her eyes were as bright as anything around me. She moved her hand around to hold my hip, and held me close to her.
"Feeling a little warmer?" she asked. Her voice was as rich and warm as her body.
I managed to separate my eyes from her and the surroundings were just as pleasant as she was. We were standing on a shallow, green slope that ran down to a warm green sea.
"Yes---" I could feel the warmth filtering into me. It didn't take long, the air seemed to buzz with a rich warmth.
She laughed, and arched her back luxuriously. Her full bosom pressed out against her thin white dress, and her short skirt rode up her legs, revealing thick, tanned thighs. I swallowed, wondering if I was supposed to be staring at this display so openly. But I got the feeling that if not, she would let me know.
At least it was warming me up!
She reached a hand out to me, placing it on my shoulder. and gently rubbing. Even though she was barely exerting any pressure, I felt a warm heaviness move through my muscles, and down into my chest. Even though she looked like a woman of medium size, I could feel great strength in her hands. Which was one of the reasons why, as she guided me down to the ground, I followed without resisting. The other was how incredible her body felt against me, as she spooned me from behind. Her breasts felt just as heavy pressed into my back as they had looked, outlined against the sky. She draped one hand across me, and started rubbing my chest.
Through all of this, I said not a word. Everything was clear and bright around me, yet I also felt warm and accepting. As I warmed up further under her ministrations, my breath became more heavy and sweat started forming on my temples. I said nothing as her hands deftly removed my clothing, piece by piece until I was in only my undershorts.
She whispered in my ear: "pretty hot, now-perhaps we should go and take a bath in the sea", she rolled away, still laughing, and took my hand to lead me down to the green ocean.
