Dales In The Snow

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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I had told Mik I was coming up for a few days and did he want to come, he had said yes, the house was boring when I was gone. I suspected he may have had ulterior motives, but I could never be sure, he played his feelings close to his chest.

His girlfriend Connie was with her parents on a winter break in the Canary Islands, Lanzarote I think he said, so he was at a bit of a loose end. We had packed up some clothes for a few days away, stopped at Lidl in Bingley and filled the car with provisions, mostly tinned and packeted, just in case we didn't stay, then the food would be good till the next time we went back.

I gave Mik the car keys after we had finished putting the food in the car, and as I went to return the trolley, he started and warmed up the car.

"Have you seen the forecast Mum?" He asked as he drove us out of the car park and onto the road towards Keithley and towards the cottage.

"No, I don't bother with them usually, it is what it is. It is either cold, or wet, there doesn't seem to be any other options these days." Even though Mik was driving, my feet still pressed the non existent brake pedals, I couldn't help it. I trusted him, my feet, it seemed, did not.

"Okay, well, they say major wintry showers, especially in high and exposed places. The cottage is exposed and the dales are up high."

"Oh well, if it snows, it snows. We don't usually leave the cottage anyway. I suppose it is good that Connie won't be here, she might have gotten a little worried if some snow fell."

"They are not talking about some snow Mum, they are talking a lot of snow."

We carried on, the skies heavy, but no snow yet. The wind was picking up, but apart from the darkening skies, there was no sign of the bad weather that Mik had read about.

"Do we have fuel for the generator?" Mik asked?

"Yes we do, and the tank is full, and I also have some five gallon jerry cans full as spares."

"Right. Okay. Torches? Candles?"

"Yes. Look, I am the parent here, stop acting like my Mum, I know what I am doing, you concentrate on driving the car." I tried to tell my feet to stop braking.

After about thirty minutes, as we pulled on to the track to the cottage, the first flakes began to fall. Mik pulled up outside the cottage.

"Mik, let's get everything out of the car, we'll just dump it in the kitchen, then you can go and put the car in the barn. Bring some shovels and brooms back with you, just in case we have to dig ourselves out."

"Okay."

I guess it took us ten minutes to empty the car and simply dump everything on or by the kitchen table. Mik then went and parked in the barn. When he came back in, he put two shovels and two brooms just inside the door, turned and shut and latched the door. I had the AGA going and soon heat would be building in the cottage.

"That snow is really coming down now Mum," he said.

I looked through the kitchen window, and yes there were a lot of big flakes swirling in the wind and it was settling in some places. I shrugged.

Mik took our clothes upstairs and put them in our rooms, I had assumed we would use our own rooms, he hadn't hinted otherwise, whilst I began stowing the shopping in the cupboards. I put the kettle on, using the electric rather than the AGA, and put some thermos flasks on the work surface. My plan was to keep filling them with the unused boiling water, just in case, at least we would be able to get a quick hot drink if we needed one.

The cottage soon warmed up, and I was able to take my big coat off and hang it by the back door. As I was deciding what we would have for tea, the lights flickered and went out, and then a moment later came back on again. The wind was howling around the cottage and it gave an almost surreal hammer house of horror feel to the place. I shivered, not from the cold, but from my mental images.

There was little that would actually scare me these days. I had faced Aliens, Witches, Gods, Angels, Faeries and the Devil, and had lived to tell the tales, not that I did, tell them I mean, few would believe me. A howling wind might conceivably harbour banshees, I cared not, bring them on, just another experience in my life.

One big gust had the cottage shake, but it had done worse, perhaps the snow was tempering the impact. I went to the kitchen window and looked out. The snow was really falling now, everywhere outside was white and the daylight was nearly gone, no moon or stars of course, just the reflected lights from Keighley on the base of the clouds.

I made two teas and went into the front room and sat on the sofa with a blanket over me, just to trap whatever heat I could from my body, and opened up my laptop. A few emails to deal with and then Mik came down and sat opposite me with his tea.

"Spoilsport," he said.

"What? Why?" I asked.

"You know why," he answered.

"No, I don't, why?"

"Covering yourself up with a blanket."

Oh, well yes, I often sat on the sofa in a skirt and sometimes with no knickers. Mik would obviously gawp and sometimes it lead to more.

"You had given no inkling of interest," I said, "and anyway, the cottage hasn't warmed up yet."

"Do I need to say anything? I mean we are here, alone, no Connie, no, whoever your current man is, for you, and we are probably going to be snowbound. Do I really have to give you an inkling, whatever one of them is."

I smiled, "yes sweetheart, I am many things, a mind reader is not one of them. Now give me five minutes, I have some emails to deal with."

"Fine, I'll just look at your photo's then."

He had previously sneaked some upskirt photo's of me, all I could hope is that he didn't lose his phone and that the photo's didn't find their way on to the internet. I turned my attention back to the emails. Just some queries from contractors that were easily resolved. After that I started browsing reels. The latest thing was people taking Montjaro to lose weight, and the stupid questions they asked in the support groups.

I couldn't believe some of the questions, I really couldn't, I wondered how the human race had lasted this long, I really did. The wind was still swirling around the cottage and I presumed that snow would be piling up. I didn't know what the main wind direction was, so didn't know which bit of the cottage would be most affected. It didn't really matter, I wasn't planning on going anywhere. I came here to relax, not to worry about snow drifts.

"I am just going upstairs," Mik said, "Connie wants to facetime, apparently she has got wifi in their hotel, and her parents are in the bar, so we can be alone."

"Okay baby, enjoy," I said.

I expected that they would probably mutually masturbate, or just talk dirty. I didn't need to hear that and I didn't need to see it either. I heard his treads on the stairs as he went up and then the creaks above as he went into his bedroom.

I heard low voices, I couldn't make out the words, but I suspected he had left his bedroom door open, probably a good idea as it would garner the heat from downstairs and warm his room up more quickly than just the radiator would.

I could not resist it. I knew I shouldn't, I fired up the cctv camera in his room. He was laying on his bed, his trousers down around his knees and his hand on his dick as he spoke into his phone. As I suspected, I left him to it.

I almost jumped out of my skin when the door banged. I went to the door and called through it.

"Who is it?"

"Jacob," came a familiar voice.

I opened the door and ushered him in, he was covered in snow and his tractor was on the track outside. I hurriedly shut the door behind him.

"I guessed you would be here. You have my phone number in case of problems, are you okay?"

"Yes, thank you Jacob. Take your coat off and put it by the radiator, come in and get warm, do you want a tea?"

He took his coat off and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair in front of the radiator.

"Yes to the tea," he said. I went and grabbed the thermos and poured the still hot water into a mug and added a tea bag. I gave it a good stir and then passed it across.

"Let's go into the lounge, it is a bit warmer in there."

I led the way and Jacob shut the door behind him, we sat together on the sofa.

"You know this weather is going to be bad, you know that don't you, and that no sane person would be here knowing the weather was going to be bad."

"Yes Jacob and who ever suggested that I was sane?" I laughed. "I have Mik upstairs, he is on the phone to his girlfriend right now, he is here in a Yorkshire snowstorm, she is in Lanzarote in a bikini. It is surreal."

"But why are you here when you have a house in town?"

"Why not? You know I like to come here to get away from town, and we can get cut off in town just as easily as here. Plus, I have a generator here and a land rover and a tractor in the barn and a load of food in the cupboards. I am actually probably better of here than in a house on an estate in town, estate roads never get gritted and just turn to ice."

He shook his head and sipped his tea. I think he grimaced, I didn't care, it was hot and would warm him from the inside. Mind you his tractor probably had a heater in the cab unlike my old Massey which didn't even have a cab.

"Okay, woman's logic I suppose." Was that a begrudging acceptance I wondered.

"Nothing to do with being a woman Jacob, it is just common sense. Obviously it hadn't started to snow when we set off, otherwise we may not have because of how difficult the country lanes can be, but it only started snowing after we got here."

"And it is coming down quick and thick, not been like this for many years and I have been on the dales all my life."

"Well, it will be an experience. I guess that is why you came out in the tractor?"

"Yes, it'll take more than a few foot of snow to stop her, and the cab is heated." There, I knew it, heated cab. "Nice tea, thank you."

"You're welcome," I said. "Hadn't you better get back to your family? Won't they worry?"

"God no they won't worry about me, and they will be in the farmhouse sitting round the fire keeping warm, they know I have chores to do regardless of the weather. There is plenty of firewood inside, so they won't need to go out before I get back. Trying to get rid of me are you?"

I laughed, silly insecure men can be the bane of my life. I leant back into the sofa and relaxed, I could hear Mik's voices from upstairs and then I heard him on the stairs.

"Oh, hello Jacob, I thought I heard the door," he said.

"Yes, Jacob is just making sure we are okay."

"I am going up to my room, I'll leave you to it."

"Okay baby," I said as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Jacob put his hand on my leg, squeezing lightly. I did not deter him. His hand moved up higher and I felt his fingers on my knickers, and then easing under my hem into my gusset. I sighed, a sigh of pleasure as his fingers teased my crease apart and sought my entrance.

I pulled away and stood up. I put my hands up my skirt and pulled my kickers down, no need to make this difficult. I turned and knelt before him and undid his trousers. He raised a little and I pulled his trousers and underpants down, revealing his hard dick.

He made a gurgle noise as I surrounded his dick with my mouth and began a gentle mouth shag, his dick sliding up and down inside my mouth, my tongue washing over his glans as I moved.

His sighs of pleasure echoed around the room and then I pulled back and turned around and lowered myself onto him, his dick sliding past my entrance, though my opening and inside me. Oh that felt good, I do love the feel of a dick inside me, spreading me, filling me.

"Turn around and lean of the sofa," he said, sadly meaning his dick had to leave me. I rose, his dick left my fanny with a plop sound, I and turned around placing my arms on the back of the sofa. He nuzzled his dick to my arse and then below and underneath, my fanny, still partially open, welcomed him and virtually sucked him in.

He began shagging, faster and faster, his stomach slapping around my buttocks, the noise echoing around the lounge, my breath catching in my throat, gasps escaping to join the sound of the slaps.

My pleasures were growing and my pressures increasing, electrics building and my lungs filling. My gasps were getting cut off as my lungs filled and his dick pushed inside me and then withdrew, in, then out, faster, then deeper. I knew I was close. I knew he was about to take me over the edge, and as I reached the point of no return I felt his spurts deep inside me and I let out a large gasp, my breath purging from my lungs, and I laughed and I shivered as my orgasm rolled through me, my pleasures and pressures all releasing.

Jacob pulled back, my fanny suddenly feeling empty and cold. He gasped and helped me to stand up. I turned around and smiled. I grabbed a tissue from the box on the side table and rolled it up, pushing it inside me to try and stem the flow of his goop. He took a tissue and wiped his dick and then pulled up his clothes, refixing his trousers and his belt.

"You better go," I said, "your family will start to worry soon."

"Okay. You will call if you need any help?"

"Yes, I will. Don't worry, just get home safe with your big heated cab tractor."

He laughed and donned his big coat, warmed from being by the radiator. I opened the front door, goodness the snow was deep, and Jacob was gone, me shutting the door behind him. I stood by the door and heard his tractor roar as he moved off, and then it quickly disappeared into the blanketing silence of the snow. I needed a shower and then I would do some tea for Mik and myself.

The shower left me feeling a little cold, so I put on an extra layer on top and then went down and put a pie in the fast Aga oven, and decided we would have some peas with it. I wasn't in the mood for chips, and I didn't have time to do mash.

After about twenty minutes of the pie heating, I opened a tin of peas and put them on the hob to warm through. The kitchen had regained the heat it had lost when I let Jacob out, and looking through the kitchen window, you couldn't even tell he had been here, the snow had filled his tracks.

"Mik, dinner," I called up the stairs and put two plates in the fast oven to warm through.

"Hi Mum, Jacob gone then? Did he want anything in particular?"

"Yes he has gone baby, he just wanted to make sure that we were okay, and made me promise to call him if we had a problem. He is in my phone if you need to call him, you know my pin code."

"Yes Mum."

"Pie and peas. If you want gravy I can make some instant?"

"No, as it is will be fine. Shall we play cribbage after tea?"

"We can but you always skunk me, and I used to be good, I always used to beat your Dad."

"I'll go easy on you as Dad is no longer here to help take your heat."

I served up half the pie each, luckily filled with a good amount of gravy, and half the peas each. I opened a bottle of fruit cider and poured us around half a glass each. Mik reached for the brown sauce and doused his pie, I just took it the way it came.

The pie was okay, in fact it was rather good, I was getting more and more impressed with the quality of our food that we bought from Lidl, I was seriously considering dropping Tesco and their home delivery service, their food, which used to be really quite good, was frankly sub-standard these days.

As usual, Mik trounced me at Cribbage, beating me five nil, and me a skunk on four of the cribs. We take it in turns to deal and shuffle, so I cannot see how he cheats, if he does. It is odd. When I play online against the computer I usually win, when I play against Mik I always lose.

"I am going up," I said after the last loss, "trounced me again."

"Okay Mum, I'm going to take a quick shower."

I checked the front door was secure, over a foot of snow and still coming down, it was unlikely that we would have any visitors tonight. I stocked the AGA with wood and damped it down, it would keep going on low all night, and then I could ramp it up in the morning. Mik had already gone up, I could hear him in the bathroom, I turned all the lights off, checked all the sockets were turned off and went up myself.

I had my electric blanket on, I just liked the heat of it to help me go off to sleep. I stripped, putting my clothes on my chair, turned the main light off and slipped into bed, it was warming nicely. Mik was still in the shower, a long one then, not a quick rinse. I turned my side light off and my room plunged into a darkness with a soft edge, the snow was throwing around what little light there was. I guess you could never get completely dark when you were almost buried in snow.

I lay and closed my eyes, rolled onto my side and my breathing slowed and I drifted off into a sleep. I vaguely felt Mik as he got in beside me, he muttered something about the warmth and then he snuggled up to me and that was all, I was gone, lost in the land of nod.

I woke at about three, my bladder calling. I eased out of Mik's arms and went to the loo and sat and drained. Such a relief, and then back into the warmth of my bed. I lay and stared at nothing before my eyes began to close.

"Mum," sleepily from Mik.

"Yes baby," I answered.

I felt his hand on my face, locating it I guess and then in the murkiness I saw him loom over me. His mouth sought mine and he kissed me, softly, tenderly, and I suspected, sleepily. I kissed back, our tongues playing out a slow waltz before he moved and I felt him lay over me, his dick pressing at my crease.

He shuffled and with his hand he ran his dick along my crease and then pressed at my entrance.

"Yes baby," I encouraged, revelling in the moment. I love the feeling of a dick as it slips passed my petals and opens my fanny. He pushed and sank onto me at the same time, our mouths still engaged.

I gasped as I felt him reach my depth, my fanny widened, stretched, his balls hanging between my thighs. I closed my legs a little, not too much as to squash them, just enough that I could feel them.

I am a woman, don't have a dick or balls, and can't know what it is like to have them, but as a woman I know what it is like to feel them on me and I love that touch. Mik began to slowly withdraw and then just as languorously press back in, this wasn't a normal Mik shag, this was slow, sensual and really quite lovely.

I could feel his foreskin as it unravelled along his shaft, his rim as it slowly moved over my bumps and ripples, every bump adding to the pleasures that built up inside me. It had been a long time since anyone had made slow love to me, and I kind of missed that slow burn.

He was moving at a slow and steady pace, and I was loving the feelings inside me, his rim giving me a mental map of my internal make up, I could feel every bump, and I knew when he would encounter the next one, I knew where his foreskin was, how much it was bunched or unravelled, his balls lightly touching my thighs, their wrinkles acting on my thighs as his rim did inside my fanny.

My pleasures were growing, each bump or ripple adding to the pot, my pressures were building up, and we were shagging in almost complete silence, no slapping of skins, no grunts and gasps, we just moved together silently. My fingers ran along his back and found his buttocks, easing them apart, my tips just able to reach his sphincter and lightly press, but not pass. He mumbled a groan of pleasure as my finger tip just grazed him, but his pace remained slow, unhurried, he didn't speed up as I pressed at his arse, he was like an automaton.