When it all stopped, I didn’t know which way was up or down, so tried to make a space for myself which fortunately I did. I had one ski pole with me...still, and, uninjured apart from a few bruises, and started to probe at the snow around me. It was on the tenth try that I felt that I had broken through something, so frantically dug with my hands in that direction, and managed to finally see daylight. I think that if I hadn’t managed this, the oxygen in the small cavern I had made would quickly. I was fighting the temptation to strip away my clothes and pleasure my body. The clothes make things less interesting.My body felt flushed with hormones coursing through my veins. It was getting harder by the minute to resist. My fingers played with the edge of my jeans. I unbuttoned it and let the zip slide down. The edges of my panty were visible.I placed my hands over it as I considered again if I should just give in. They were trembling, and I put my fingers just inside the edge. I think I. Well, if rodeo girls looked like this, I can understand why there is a stampede! She wore a red bandana around her throat, with a tiny black leather vest decorated with silver studs and flapped breast pockets, black leather chaps and tooled black cowboy boots with pointed, silver toes. There was nothing under the vest, other than the enormous breasts whose nipples it just barely concealed. I was instantly hard. But then she turned around; I thought I would bust out of my jeans! Her chaps were. I watched the show. She just smirked at me. ‘So, Don Juan, what shall we do today?’ Her voice and expression said exactly what she’d like to do today, and it probably didn’t involve a lot of leaving our cabin. We’d rented a little cabin down on the beach, we were supposed to check out tomorrow, but I don’t think either of us was in a hurry to leave. It was serene here in a way that was difficult to express. There is being on vacation, seeing the sights, sharing discovery with your traveling.