This happened back in the mid 70's when I was a mere eighteen. A group of friends and I got together one snowy night and went up into the mountains to sled on the new snow.
We went to this farm one of the friends had access too and with our four wheel drive vehicles it was no trouble getting to the top of one nice long hill of pristine snow. The vehicles were full of happy couples and myself and amazingly enough one unattached young lady named Margie. She was eighteen at the time with dark hair, sparkling blue eyes full of mischief and a bubbly personality. Her form was not discernable as we were all bundled up in many layers to ward off the cold. I found out a few of my friends had been talking and thought introducing us to each other would be a good idea. I found out they were so right!
We all quickly pulled out our sleds and toboggans and tubes and started searching the hill for the best path. A couple of the guys found a gully full of downed trees and other wood, which we quickly assembled into a nice bonfire that warmed us well. As everyone else was paired up Margie and I naturally were together and she was so happy and beautiful and smiling that I was enchanted.
We talked nonstop and she was always holding my hand or arm or touching me in some way. When we rode the toboggan she would sit behind me and wrap those arms around my chest and push what I was coming to believe were really nice boobs into my back as she leaned her head on my back. Soon we were fast friends and both felt an attraction and sparks. I had her switch with me on one run and sit in front of me. That let me slide up close to her and wrap my arms around her, my hands over her coat-clad boobs. She sighed as I began to explore them through her bulky down jacket and snuggled back into me. At that point I forgot about being cold, outside, and being with seven or eight couples. We spent time by the fire snuggling and laughing and sledding until we all were tired wet and ready to head home.
On the way over I rode with one of my friends and his wife but on the return trip they suggested I ride with Margie as they smiled and said they thought I might enjoy it more. I needed no further urging and found my self in the back of a 76 Ford Bronco on the floor with no seat and a very warm and friendly Margie.
The couple in the front seat talked occasionally but we quickly lost the conversation as we kissed and held and rolled around. Margie took my hand and placed it at the bottom of her jacket. I didn't understand at first until she took my hand and put it under her coat and on her flannel shirt and started pulling the shirt out of her overalls. I caught on being the highly intelligent male and soon was rewarded with handfuls of bare skin warm and soft to the touch. I was getting harder by the minute and Margie was beginning to moan through our kisses and I found the buttons of her shirt and slowly began the northward ascent unbuttoning as I went.
She whispered in my ear, "Push the shirt aside and unzip the coat slowly from the bottom and don't make a lot of noise".
I knew the folks up front knew her mother and did not want to blow any chance I had with this lovely girl.
As I finished the shirt and opened the coat I was rewarded with sight of the most beautiful, perfect pair of breasts God has ever put on woman. They were full and firm enough to stand up but soft enough to lie so well in your hand and jiggled so sexily when she laughed or moved. And the nipples were nice and pink and stood proud and tall. They showed even through flannel shirts. I was in heaven. And so apparently was Margie as she placed my hands over her tits and rolled her eyes.
She was straddling my legs and leaning over so we could kiss and I could play with her bare titties without being seen. We never were caught and all too soon found ourselves back in town and very close to our friend's house where we all met. As we pulled into the driveway Margie leaned back and zipped her coat back down leaving her shirt wide open.
We went in and had hot chocolate with our friends and had a great time talking about the fun on the mountain. Everyone was teasing us that neither Margie nor I had any idea we were outside. We just blushed. Soon Margie stood up and still holding my hand she had not released all night said she needed to get home and that I was going to take her.
Now I certainly was not going to argue with that, a chance to be alone with this goddess indoors privately. Thoughts ran through my head about the naked possibilities. It turns out Margie lived two houses down from my friends so we walked as she told me how much fun she had had and hoped I felt the same way. I assured her I had the most fun and would love to see her again. She got this funny little smile and said it sounded like I was going somewhere. "Was I in a hurry to leave her?" Now I am male but even that comment registered that she was planning on my staying over. I asked her what her mother would think of that and she said her Mom had raised her to be open minded and independent. She said once we were inside the house I would understand all.
