I stared at the horizon around me. I do so hate it when my father is right. The sun was casting an odd light, low on the underside of the thick rolling storm clouds. They will surely obscure it soon and bring on an early nightfall. I cast around taking my bearings before the light failed. Behind me, towards my father's village, I could see the telltale signs of heavy snow falling on the distant hills. Despite carrying only the lightest of packs for speed I was still hours from home. Dad had been very right, there was no way I could have made the journey home before the storm set in.
The sparse white landscape spread out around me, grey now actually as the light fades. I start to feel fear grip me until I recall there is a Koto not an hour's hike to the north. I shoulder my pack and start off immediately, hoping the light will hold until I reach it.
Each mile that passes gets darker and darker, did I regret my decision to leave? I should, but who am I kidding? I was so excited to get back home to the warm arms, loving embrace and desperate pounding from my husband I so badly needed. I've no idea if other women feel the compulsion so strongly, we do not talk openly about sex. But my husband and I were well suited in this regard. He is talented, considerate, kinky, and can just about keep up with me. Just thinking about my mad dash to get home encouraged the growing warmth between my legs. A week away with my family was enough to leave anyone so frustrated as to act foolishly. My parent's cabin was not large enough to afford me a private room and there was no way I was introducing my younger sisters to the finer points of self-love! As a culture, we're closed-lipped about sex, though I expect none of us are prudes, after all, there isn't that much to do this far north where it's all ice. However, fear still gripped me as I marched on towards the Koto and my only real hope. The storm was bad and survival under the sky would be far from assured. Who am I kidding? It would be almost certainly a nasty cold death. And, despite all that, somehow I was still thinking about how much I wanted that long cock of his? My family is right, maybe my priorities are all wrong!
I feel the wind pick up, howling around me and the occasional tree. I've less time for idle thoughts but finally, I feel relief as I approach the little circular life cabin: the Koto. The countryside is scattered with them for just such a purpose. Well, maybe not for horny idiots like me, but for surviving an unexpected storm for sure. The cabin is dark and deserted, which suited me fine, at least I can give myself some attention once I've got the fire going. First things, first silly girl, get the fire started!
The snow had caught up to me before I'd arrived. Falling fast and heavy. I quickly pulled open the door and searched inside. There was a small but insufficient supply of wood, but the cabin had plenty of reindeer and elk pelts on the benches that served as seats and beds. I closed the door, and marched through the snow around the back, bringing in a large stack of firewood easily enough for the night. I also cut down a small section of venison hanging in the store, my own pack was too light. I will need the extra. Each Koto had such stores, maintained by the locals as we never knew when someone would get stuck in one.
The snow was really coming down now, and the clouds pushed over the horizon and plunged the scene into night. The temperature felt like it was dropping by the second. I hurried inside and started a small fire, slowly building it up until the inside of the Koto glowed with warmth and light. I checked the door was shut tight, though there are no locks on them, and ensured the chimney was open enough to keep the smoke out and the warmth in, or rather most of both.
Glass is expensive and leaks heat. The Koto had no windows, but a glimpse of the night and the storm could be seen through the chimney. I cooked some of the venison and melted what snow was still inside to drink. I checked the water butt and noticed it was full, and starting to melt, so there was no issue there.
Fed, warm, and replete I settled back and giggled a little at my needy self. It really was a desperate risk to have left, but I was so sure I could make the journey before that storm arrived. It somehow felt 'right' to have left when I had. The storm came up so quickly though, and as I listened to the wind I realised it was going to be a long time before it passed. I could even be here a few days. That can't be helped now and I'm well stocked with food, drink and fuel. I will have to be sure to replenish the supplies in this Koto once I've been home and am able. The loneliness may be an issue but I'll just have to live inside my head.
But that left me with very little left to do and quite some time to do it in. A warmth spread all through me, the telltale sign that I was now wearing a bit too many layers of pelts for a cabin so well heated and insulated. I shook off the biggest out layer. But just this first act of stripping sent my mind to where I so wanted to be, stripping off all my clothes, hurriedly having just got home. We'd have gone straight to our cabin, to our bed and room. Nakedness, in such a harsh environment, is a luxury and while not taboo in itself, is rare. My hands didn't want to stop as I pulled off the giant outer layer, a large poncho, if you like, made from two elk pelts sewn together. They are awesome as a blanket as well. I hesitated a moment, but then I felt a pang of desire from my core, a need and my hands made up their mind. I continued removing my clothes until I shivered as my skin met the air. The Koto was warm but with just me and fire it wasn't warm enough for full nakedness. With a smirk, I pulled the elk pelts back on, a wearable blanket! It left me warm and all my limbs free, in fact, everything was rather accessible. I carefully folded up my clothes, placing them on the shelf beneath my bench before I reached into my pack and pulled out the small bottle of spirits I always carry.
I sat staring at the fire while I let the warmth of the alcohol spread through me, I couldn't keep my mind off the subject of my quest. And I leaned back against the pelts along the side of the cabin. Gosh, I was so horny. The cabin was reasonably warm, not so cold that any limb out from under the Elk pelts was freezing. Now seemed perfect for some of that self-loving. It won't scratch the real itch, but having been denied even this it will be welcome and hey, I've who knows how long? Maybe I can teach myself new tricks? I chuckled out loud as I let my hands roam my body under the pelt. I was not small, not like some women my age, my limbs are strong and healthy, my hips wide and I have a curved figure, my rounded breasts give way to my tight waist and then flared out to my hips. My husband delights in these curves and the feeling of my skin over my hard muscles. I'm tall for a woman and my husband never tires of making me pose and stretch naked for him. He's about my height, though there are many men taller than us both.
I let my own hands trace over my body now, my fingertips raising goosebumps as they trail over the delicious near-nakedness. I enjoyed tracing my abs and letting the fingers slowly travel upward first. I ran them over and around my large breasts, my nipples hardening under my own touch, and I gasped a little as I pulled gently on one and let go. The sensation of discomfort and then release shot downwards through me and I felt my pussy moisten further. Each touch along them and each playful pinch of my nipples sent more of these jolts of sexual energy, and my body was humming with it, by the time I started to let my fingers slide lower over my stomach. Once again I shuddered as they traced feather-light lines around my flexing abs, and slowly, teasing myself, I let the fingers finally run up and down my inner thighs.
I don't really enjoy teasing, edging or denial but I only had me and so a girl uses whatever tools come to hand. My breathing was ragged and heavy. I let my fingers trace slowly nearer and nearer to my pussy, pressing over my mons, but not touching her properly. In my mind, I started to imagine the reunion I had missed. My husband's hot, demanding kisses on my mouth, his teeth nibbling at my jawline, nipping at my neck as his hands pressed hard and firmly across my breasts, flattening them. He'd waste no more time though and like me, his hands would head southward fast. Mine would be desperately pulling at his clothes, urgently seeking the hard flesh underneath and especially that velvet-over-iron feeling of his hard cock. As I imagined all this I moaned, finally allowing my fingers to slide over my weeping pussy, collecting some of the juices as lube, before starting on a slow circular motion, one that took in all my lips and pussy. Still fighting the urge to race to my clit.
