It has taken us almost an hour to reach, trudging through the snow that lies thick on the hard packed earth and catching snowflakes on our tongues from the occasional snow shower along the way. It's been fun. The sky is leaden and it is hard to see where land meets sky, we are cocooned in gradation from white to steel grey. But it's not been too cold, we've been warm walking and half heartedly throwing the occasional snowball. We're in too happy, caring and loving a mood to really throw things at one another even in jest.
We've not seen another soul.
And now we are here, we have arrived at the hot springs and it is beautiful, even under leaden skies. It's larger than I had imagined and so still we can see the minor gradations in the sky reflected in it's surface. I wonder what gives it it's high salt content, this lake; second only to the Dead Sea.
You don't waste any time. I turn and see you under the small walless shelter. You take off your thick jacket and hang it up. Next comes your sweater and your shirt. You're wearing no bra and the cold has your nipples standing out hard and proud. Then you shake off your shoes in that curious, graceful manner I've never been able to emulate. You step from your trousers and the world seems to slow down as I watch you slowly hook one thumb into each side of your panties and slowly (it seems so slowly) draw them down. The sight of that perfect triangle is a shocking wave of electric pleasure for me as it always is. You step from them and you're away into the water to get warm.
Once in you notice my absence and you turn and raise one eyebrow at me. 'Coming in?'
