Pam and I skied on the snow slope for over two hours. We knew we were having a bit of bad luck, but when would we have the chance to ski in such a beautiful place again? We had originally planned to take the "red ski slope", which was about a mile or so long. That would allow us to exercise easily and also enjoy some unfamiliar rural scenery. However, somehow, we missed the correct turn and ended up on the blue ski slope, having walked an extra four miles. When we returned to the ski hut, it seemed that no one was around. The door of the hut was open and there was a note on the window: "Please place the rented ski equipment beside the counter and make sure to lock the door when you leave." We took off our equipment by the warm wood stove, placed the rented ski gear beside the counter, and then waded through the snow to the parking lot.

We had expected a snowstorm to be coming, but its intensity was far beyond our expectations. About an hour after the skiing trip began, snowflakes began to gently fall, but in an instant, the white dust that was floating in the air turned into bone-chilling snowballs, mercilessly hitting us. The wheels got stuck in about five inches of snow, spinning in place but unable to move. Pam and I were exhausted from pushing, so we decided to return to the cabin. We added some wood to the fire and discussed our respective plans. Either try to walk two miles to the highway on foot, or spend the night here.

I was very shy and didn't want to push things too far, but I really wanted to stay there for the night. I had fantasized about spending a wonderful night with Pam so many times that she couldn't even imagine it. I imagined myself taking off my clothes, and she doing the same with mine. I imagined feeling her bare breasts with my own hands. Her hand slid down my chest, all the way to my pants, and then she unbuttoned mine...

"I think we should stay," Pam said, pulling me back to reality.

"Are you sure?" I replied.

"Unless you don't want to," she said hesitantly.

"It's not like that," I replied shyly. "I just don't want to force you to do it. But actually, staying here is better. I mean, going onto the highway could be very dangerous, especially if we make another wrong turn."

So that's settled then. First, we need to have something to eat. She was frantically searching the kitchen for hot dogs, hot chocolate and french fries, preparing dinner. I couldn't help noticing how natural it was to cook dinner together and spend the night in this lovely ski cabin. Most men are more daring than me, but that night, I finally let down my guard a little and ran my arm over her chest, reaching across the counter for something. Then, when she started washing the dishes, I walked behind her and put the plates in the water, placing one arm on her sides to briefly press against her bottom. She leaned back against me and whispered that it was so hard to spend a long and difficult night here. At the second "hard" moment, I understood that I was starting to respond to her more openly. We got a deck of cards and agreed to play Gin Rummy together. The flirtatious tone on the table echoed in her ear. I think my gaze never left her beautiful figure for more than a few seconds, just to look at my cards, until she noticed the time.

"Wow, it's pitch-dark outside," she commented. "It's already past 10 o'clock at night. We need to think about how we'll sleep tonight. Let's look around again and see how many blankets we can find."

There was no bed in the small room because it was a rental property at that time. However, there were four carpets, and we folded them together to make a mattress. Of course, there were no bed sheets, but we found several blankets in the closet and a warm-looking quilt. We took some dish towels and folded them to make pillows, and that was it. All of this was done a few feet away from the wood stove, so that we could easily stay warm. When Pam turned off the switch of the last light, the glass window on the stove door also let a touch of romantic light fill the entire room. I awkwardly lay down, thinking that with my current erection, I couldn't sleep at all. Pam just looked at me and said:

"You can bet your bottom dollar that I won't be told that you plan to go to sleep in these clothes. After all, who would sleep in jeans? You'd simply not be able to fall asleep."

"OK, as long as it's not just me, I think I can take off some of my clothes." I took off my socks, then my polo shirt. When it came to taking off my pants, I was hesitant and my fingers trembled as I unbuttoned the shirt and pulled down the zipper, hoping to not expose too much of my erect penis. Soon, I was left with just my underwear, and the erect penis inside was already fully erect. I looked at her as if to say, it's your turn. I was indeed not disappointed. Pam said she usually sleeps in a T-shirt and underwear, and then she reached under her shirt to unbutton the bra. She pulled the shoulder straps off one arm and then the other, and in an instant, my bra lay on the floor beside me. I couldn't help picking it up and looking at it. This was the first bra I had ever worn in countless "firsts". I wanted to smell it and kiss it, but I didn't want to look like a pervert, so I just touched it for a while and then moved it to the side. Next, her socks flew off. Her face turned a little red.

I quipped, "They're just socks."

"It's not the socks that matter, but what will happen next." Her face turned even redder. "My underwear doesn't have as much coverage as yours." She slowly took off the beige overalls, revealing a smooth red underpants. When she bent down to take out the other leg, I realized it was a thong. I didn't even realize I had let out a moan until she looked at me in horror, "I know I'm different from the girls in the movies."

"Even better," I told her, "because you are genuine. I have never seen anything as beautiful as you in my entire life."

"You're not bad yourself either, although I haven't seen your most beautiful appearance yet." Pam said while placing her hand on my chest. I was startled, as if touching an electric fence, and my entire body felt hot and excited, anticipating what was about to happen. "You can also touch me," she said, "Be gentle. You know I'm also a virgin, and I'm a little scared." I reached out and placed my hand on her left hip, and began to kiss her. Our kiss quickly turned into a French-style passionate kiss. Soft lips quickly began to eagerly explore each other's faces and necks, and our hands started to move around. My hand quickly slid up and down on Pam's back, massaging her spine, then to her sides, and finally reached her breasts.

"Don't press too hard, it hurts." She whispered. I quickly pulled my hand away, but she grabbed my hand and placed it back on her chest, assuring me that I could continue. I reached my hand under her shirt and raised my head, finally being able to see the breasts I had been touching. This was the first time in my thirty years of life that I had touched them. At that moment, I didn't know their size, but now I know they are 32A. They fit perfectly in my palms, and I explored every inch of them with both hands and my lips. What surprised me the most was her nipples. They were about a quarter of a dollar in size, slightly wider than mine, but her nipples were standing straight. I was about to kiss them, but Pam pushed me to the ground and climbed on top of me, pressing her hands firmly on my chest. She bent down and kissed me, her nipples gently rubbing against my nipples. My hands supported her sides as I pulled her down, and she pressed her hips against mine. The crotch of her underwear was rubbing against my wet underwear with prostate fluid. I finally reached her erect nipples and pulled them to my lips. I gently licked them with my tongue, and Pam moaned to show her appreciation. I was so absorbed in her nipples that I almost ignored the tension in her muscles. When I sucked on her nipples back and forth, she forcefully twisted her hips. When she began to cry out, I thought I might have hurt her, but soon realized she had reached her climax. She hugged me tightly, and the pain made my heart ache, but I didn't mind. She screamed my name, and her entire body convulsed on top of me. After the climax subsided, she fell against my chest, and I held her tightly. She trembled all over. We lay there quietly for several minutes, not saying a word, until she looked up and wanted another kiss.

"Fantastic," she whispered in my ear. "But now I want to end my waiting. Please have sex with me." She sat up again, climbed onto me, then crawled beside me, and removed my underpants. She stared at me, slowly reached out her hand, and touched my penis. It was as hard as a stone, twitching excitedly. I was glad that I had masturbated in the shower that morning. If not for that, my semen would have leaked out already. She touched my scrotum, her fingers sliding back and forth on it, kissing the tip, then lay on her back, pulling me towards her. Her feet were downward, her hips raised, and I knew that her true feminine charm now belonged to me. I took off her thong, slowly stroked her legs with my hands, passing over her calves, to the insides of her thighs, until finally reaching her vagina. Every time my fingers touched her, she jumped and twitched. I bent over and kissed her lips, she grabbed my buttocks, pulling me towards her. "Please!" My penis was against her, she whimpered. I tried pushing a few times, but I didn't know where to push, so she held my penis and pushed the head against her vaginal opening. "Slowly!" She whispered. I pushed upwards, the head was wrapped by her body, and for the first time, I felt her vagina. I withdrew and pressed in again and again, each time going further. She tightly wrapped me, but that feeling was so wonderful that I had never had such a strong sensation before. When I reached her hymen, I pushed in eagerly, making her scream, and I stopped, afraid that I had done something wrong. She wrapped her arms around me, pulled me, I continued to slowly thrust, kissing her throughout. I wanted to say that we continued like this for several hours, but that wasn't the case. Entering the body of my beloved woman, this feeling was unbearable for me. I began to feel the sting of the impending climax, and started to twitch back and forth eagerly. In an instant, a full gallon of semen erupted from her body. This time, it was my turn to tremble, the strongest climax of my life came. She wrapped her legs around my buttocks, firmly pressing me inside her, refusing to let go. We kissed, kissed, continued to kiss, and I, my shrinking penis, eventually slipped out of its new home.

That night we didn't sleep a wink. It was the most special night of my life, spent in the rental cabin for cross-country skiing. The honeymoon suite, less than ten miles away, was empty and waiting for us to return. Around noon the next day, a snowplow arrived at the ski cabin, officially ending our special night. We returned to the motel and spent the rest of the week there, repeating the same activities every day to get to know each other better. The whole week was unforgettable, but nothing was more special than that first "isolation sickness" night.