The Silent Air Mattress

After waking up the next morning and having breakfast, it was announced that everyone was going into town. We walked around town, seeing the sights and buying souvenirs, until later in the day when we all headed back to the house. Upon arriving at the house we each went our separate ways to rest, until eventually Isabella approached me timidly, her hand beneath her sleeve covering her mouth. She was wearing a loose green sweater and a skirt.

"Hey, Jake?" She asked.

"Yeah what's up?"

"Um...do you like birds?" She inquired, looking up at me shyly but with a determined glint in her eyes.

I was a little taken aback.

"Uh, yeah I like birds."

Isabella nodded fiercely and took a breath before saying,

"I know some places where we can see some birds. Specifically some golden eagles, although I also know where we can find sparrows and crows and lots of other birds."

I nodded slowly.

"That...sounds good. Did...you want to go see them right now?"

She blushed a little and then set her jaw.

"Yes."

"Um, okay!" I said. "Let me just go get my shoes on!"

After getting our shoes on, we headed out. As we talked, Isabella told me all about what kinds of birds we might see, as well as the birds that occasionally frequented the property but which we were not likely to see. It was obvious that Isabella knew a lot about birds, and the excitement in her voice as she talked about them was tangible. I didn't know much about birds myself, and much of what she said went in one ear and out the other, but I retained what I could and I was just happy to listen. We walked for a while, and whenever she saw a bird Isabella would point it out and tell me all about it, but as we walked the wind began to pick up and gray clouds began to gather and darken in the sky. Isabella's face darkened as well, and her expression became solemn and contemplative.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It looks like it might rain," she said despondently.

"Do you want to head back or keep going?" I asked.

She looked at me concernedly.

"Are you okay to keep going or do you want to head back?"

"I'm fine with either, but we can keep going for a little longer if you want!"

Isabella's face brightened.

"Okay! Let's go for a little longer!"

We continued walking, and we were able to see some more birds flying around excitedly. Eventually, however, those dark clouds began to loom more and more ominously, and we began to hear the distant cracks of thunder as the wind continued to pick up.

Turning to Isabella, I said,

"We should probably head back soon."

"Yeah," she said. "We should go."

We turned around and began to hurriedly move in the direction of the house, half walking and half running with the storm behind us. After a few minutes, however, our folly caught up with us, and droplets began to pelt the ground around us before we began to be showered in rain. At this point we began to truly run, but as we did the rain picked up more and more, as the intense wind blasted us with the downpour. It became hard to see the path in front of us, and looking around I could see only sparse trees being rocked by the wind with no hope of shelter anywhere. This continued for a while, and as I became bitterly cold and wet I started to curse myself for not asking to head back earlier. I hoped that we would arrive back at the house soon, but I suspected that we still had a ways to go before then.

Eventually, however, I heard Isabella's voice screaming just above the gale, and I could only make out half of what she said,

"THERE'S A D~~~~~~! FOLLOW ~~!"

She then turned off the path and began running into the wilderness. Not having much of a choice, I began running after her, trying to keep her in sight.

After a minute, we arrived at a rickety metal tower with a metal box on top of it. The tower had metal stairs leading up it, and the box at the top looked to be about just big enough to fit a few people in it. Isabella began ascending the stairs, and I followed after her. As I climbed the stairs, however, they felt unsteady beneath my feet, as if the wind might knock over this tower at any moment. I was too wet and too cold to care, however. I saw Isabella enter the box through a door, and a few moments later I joined her inside as I made it to the top. We shut the door behind us, and I took stock of where I was. This box was dusty and clearly hadn't been used in a while. There were windows all around the box, but unfortunately one of them was broken, allowing the wind and rain to come pouring in. Thankfully, the elements were not able to reach every part of the box, and so Isabella and I were able to huddle together in the corner away from it. There was also a chair near us, although neither of us had reached for it yet. Relieved as I was to be away from the rain, however, I was still miserably cold and wet, and so I began to take off my shirt and pants, keeping my shoes on, leaving me in just my boxers and shoes. I began trying to wring the water out of my clothes, before throwing them down in a dry corner. I then began to hug myself, trying to warm myself up as best as possible. It was actually decently warm in this box once I took my clothes off. I sat down on the chair, and I curled myself up into a ball for warmth, hugging my knees. I looked over at Isabella, only now noticing her wide eyes and shocked expression as she looked at me. Her jaw, however, was still clamped shut, as her teeth were chattering in the cold. She was hugging herself and shaking all over like a leaf, her wet hair draped against her head. I instantly felt bad, because as cold and as miserable as I had been, it was obvious that she was far more miserable. I became concerned. It might be dangerous for her to be as cold as she was.

Standing up, I commanded,

"Take off your clothes."

She looked taken aback

"Wh-what!"

"Your clothes!" I said. "You're supposed to take them off if they get wet...or something."

"Are you sure?" She asked.

"I...think so. I'm not really sure, but I think I remember hearing that!"

Isabella continued to hesitate, looking down at herself and her drenched clothes.

"Please!" I shouted. "You could get hypothermia!"

As if snapping out of a daze, Isabella nodded her head, and then began to strip off her sweater, revealing her delicate pale shoulders, pretty collarbone, taught stomach, and curvy hips. But what drew my eyes the most were her large, round, double D pearly breasts shaking underneath her white bra. As I was transfixed to these treasures her eyes rose to meet mine, and I averted my gaze quickly. As she took off her skirt as well I gestured to the chair and said,

"You should sit. If you curl up into a ball then you can retain more body heat."

In the corner of my eye I could see her head shake.

"W-what about you?" She chattered. "Y-you're cold t-too."

"I'll be fine," I said unconvincingly.

Isabella stood there, teeth continuing to chatter and her body continuing to shake for a few moments before she said,

"W-we should both sit. I can sit on your l-lap again, l-like in the car."

Realizing the elegance of this solution, I nodded and then sat on the chair. A moment later I saw Isabella approaching me in my peripheral vision, and as she reached me she turned around and sat on my lap, my eyes now on her back as she faced away from me. Looking down, I could see and feel her gorgeous round white panty clad ass planted directly on top of the crotch of my boxers, and the reality of the risk involved here suddenly became very evident to me. Isabella was still shaking from the cold, and so instinctively I put my hands up on her shoulders, partly to try to warm her up, and partly to keep her from shaking and jiggling so much. With this much movement and stimulation, I was worried about what complications might arise. For her part Isabella held her chest with her arms, and as she sat on my lap she began wiggling her butt around in circles, presumably because her body was trying to keep warm by staying in motion. Despite my best efforts, this proved to be too much for me, and before long I formed an erection which pushed upwards into Isabella's soft cheeks. I tensed up, not sure of what to do or how to amend the situation, and not long after Isabella seemed to notice the bump that had formed on her seat. She stopped wiggling so much and froze more or less, her top half still shaking but her bottom half now locked in place.

I felt bad. This was the second time I formed a stiffy while she was trying to make the best of a bad situation, and I was really worried that she must think that I'm some kind of creep that keeps orchestrating these situations.

After a few moments, however, her bottom half seemed to unfreeze, and her bottom began to move once again, this time more restrained and intentional than before.

Well, okay, I thought. I guess she still needs to keep moving and we're just going to try to get through this together.

To my surprise, Isabella unclasped her hands from around herself and took hold of my hands instead. She brought my hands up to her chest and wrapped my arms around the front of her chest, such that my hands were now in contact with her boobs and bra.

She held my hands there tightly, wiggled her butt, and said,

"I'm still very cold. Please hold me."

I cringed as my dick jumped at her words, but I managed to say,

"Yeah. Sorry."

I purposely left out what I was sorry for, just in case she might still be ignorant of the full situation and hoping there might be room for alternative interpretation.

I hoped that eventually my erection would die down, but unfortunately what Isabella did next made things very hard instead. She continued her more deliberate, restrained movements, but unfortunately, as she swung her hips around and pushed up and down on my lap, the point of all this motion ended up being focused on my crotch, and my dick ended up being stimulated as if I was being dry humped. I couldn't take all of this attention, and despite my best efforts to remain still, I ended up thrusting up onto her occasionally and positioning my cock so that it would scrape against the crotch of her panties or the crack of her ass. Isabella felt so soft and dainty on my lap, and as I held her front I was painfully aware of my fingertips touching her tits as she continued to hold my arms close to her. After a few minutes of this, I was beginning to warm up, and it seemed like Isabella was too, as her teeth no longer chattered and her top half no longer shook.

Eventually, however, Isabella got off me and swung her leg over my lap so that she was standing beside me. Before I could process what she was doing or say anything, however, she sat down on my lap again, this time facing me. This made it so that her plentiful breasts were right in my face, and they rose and fell with her deep, steady breathing. I looked up at her face and saw that her cheeks were flushed red and her mouth was slightly ajar.

As I opened my mouth to speak, she huskily muttered,

"Needed to change."

She began thrusting her pelvis over mine again, and this time I was beginning to get the sense that maybe I had misread the situation somewhat. Her crotch stimulated my cock again and I hunched a little and groaned. Unconsciously my hands went to her hips, although whether this was to try to hold her off in a gentlemanly gesture or to encourage her to keep going I'm not sure. The temptation of the situation became too much, however, and soon I was rocking against her and holding her tightly against me by her waist. Looking down, her panties seemed to have a wet spot on them, although I wasn't sure if perhaps that was just from the rain. At first Isabella grasped the back of the chair to better rock herself with, but eventually she grabbed my hands and moved them up to her boobs. She placed them on her boobs and moved my hands slightly, wordlessly encouraging me to begin foundling them. I did so gratefully, gently but firmly stroking and squeezing the generous flesh of her tits. She gave a girlish moan in response. She then began to rut against me more energetically, more desperately, bouncing on me greedily as her hands began alternating between pawing my chest and my abs. I felt like I was losing my mind to my lust, and I felt that if this continued I might need to stand up, pull down my boxers and her panties, and lift her up and pound her into the wall. For her part Isabella's cheeks were red, her mouth was formed into an O, her hair was wet against the sides of her face with a few strands across the front of her face, and her eyes looked at me glazed and unfocused.

Her eyes suddenly focused somewhat on mine, she swallowed, and then she humped her crotch onto mine a few times. She took her left hand and placed it on my chest, while she took her right hand and began tracing it down my abs before reaching the top of my boxers. Her fingers grasped the top of my boxers and she began pulling them down slowly. As she reached my erection she began to pull up, preparing to pull my boxers up and over my cock, and then-

BAM!

"ScreeeEEEEE! ScreeeEEEEEEEE!"

Suddenly there was a loud sound and screeching and flapping all around, including in our faces. We both shot up out of the chair, and terrified and confused we bolted for the door. We opened it, stepped outside, and then I looked back inside. Isabella turned to look as well, and together we saw a barn owl land on the back of the chair and swivel its head to look at us. I reached in and grabbed our clothes, luckily deposited in the corner next to the door, and then slammed the door. I turned to Isabella, surprise written on both our faces. We laughed, and then we began descending the steps quickly. Thankfully, the rain and wind had let down a lot by now, so much so that there was only a faint drizzle left and it was no longer quite so cold. We ran back to the house, eager to get back inside.