"Hmm-hmm," the old man cleared his throat and leaned toward the microphone that was sitting on the arm of his chair. "My name is Marcus Helgelund. I am ninety-two years old, and I was born in Vienna, Austria. I moved to England in 1933 to attend medical school in London. After I graduated, I moved here to Lowestoft to practice and I've lived here ever since.
"I like it here, I like being near the sea. Anyway, this local historian chap from the library is collecting stories from all the old fogies in the town, which these days includes me even if I was almost Olympic standard at skiing in my younger days. He says he wants to publish a book of our stories, to let the town see what life was like when we were young. Well, I don't know that my story will fit in such a book, but I only have the one story to tell and I've decided that now is the time to tell it.
"The one thing everyone in this town has always wanted to know about me is why I never married and that's the story I'll tell you. When I was nineteen I fell in love with an angel, and how could any woman match up to that?
"It was my last Christmas in Vienna before moving here to England. I was very excited about going, it was a great opportunity, and my parents were pleased that I would be leaving Austria. Since it was my last Christmas, I decided to go skiing on Christmas Eve. The weather was bad, but I was a good skier and I was determined to make the most of my last true winter."
Marcus coughed slightly, and took a sip of water, he blushed as he remembered the story he was about to tell, "Ahh... forgive me in advance for some of my language, a doctor's clinical distance isn't going to work here and... well... I haven't had cause to talk like this since that Christmas Eve..."
Marcus leant back in his chair, a far-away look in his eyes. "While I was skiing the back mountain passes, the weather took a turn for the worse. I started to make my way back down off the mountain and onto the main trail, which would be well lit and easy to navigate.
"Unfortunately, I lost my footing, my ski twisted sideways wrenching my ankle and I tumbled down the slope. The pine trees stopped my fall, but I was winded, when I got my breath back and tried to stand, I realised I had dislocated my right hip and broken my left arm. I could not stand, let alone climb back to the path. I was stranded.
"I tried calling for help, but I knew it would be futile - I hadn't seen anyone on this part of the mountain all day. It was one of the reasons I liked skiing there; I liked the solitude. I lay back in the snow, exhausted and depressed. This was not how I planned to start my Christmas. I could think of nothing that would help me out of my predicament.
When I heard the voices calling my name, I thought I must have been hearing things. I called back, 'here I am'. The voices came closer, they were women's voices, two I had never heard before so it wasn't anyone I knew, but they were music to my ears. As the voices got closer I took me a few seconds to process that they were coming from above me, from the sky. I looked up and saw the silhouettes of two large winged creatures hovering overhead.
As they came in to land I heard one of the voices say in a friendly tone, "Marcus, Marcus, Marcus, what a mess you have got yourself into. It's a good thing we're here to look after you."
She knelt down beside me and I was finally able to see more than a silhouette. She was the most beautiful person I had ever seen.
I looked her up and down from head to toe and I was in love. Black hair curled loosely down to her shoulders, her skin had an olive tint to it, her eyes were a dark brown and her mouth full and red. She was completely naked, my eyes traced past her smooth shoulders down to her large breasts with pert pink nipples that I just want to reach out and stroke. She had a little tummy that looked like it would be soft to rest my head on, and wide hips. I could feel my cock getting hard as I wondered what her arse was like. Her bush was black like her hair, I longed to be able to sit up and bury my head in it, and see whether her sex was as pink as her nipples.
I heard her giggle, and realised that she could tell exactly what I was thinking. She rested her hand on my cheek, "All in good time Marcus, we need to get you warm first."
She stretched up, and it was only then that I processed that this gorgeous naked woman had two large wings on her back, shining with white feathers.
"An angel," I whispered.
"Yes Marcus, an angel," she smiled, "Your snow angel."
She looked over to the other angel, so I looked too. More perfection, but just not exactly my taste of perfection. I had found my perfect woman in the angel with black hair; nothing else would ever be good enough. The second angel was taller, with red hair and pale skin, her breasts were a little smaller, and her bush was curly and red. She was beautiful, but I felt my eyes being drawn back to the angel with dark hair. She giggled.
"Let's get you warm first," she said.
She and the redhead spread out their wings making a tent. Almost immediately I felt warmer. Even when they closed their wings again, I still felt the warmth. I began to feel better.
"What are your names?" I whispered.
The black-haired angel smiled, "I'm Madeline, she's Amelia."
"Madeline and Amelia" I repeated. "Are you going to get me to safety?"
Madeline giggled, "In a manner of speaking. We're going to heal you so that you can get yourself to safety. But it will take a while, and we need to keep your blood flowing, and there's one sure way of doing that," her gaze drifted down towards the tent my cock was making in my ski-suit.
I could hardly breathe, "You want..." was all I could manage.
