An Alaska Tundra Adventure

What had him worried was that there had been a few instances in past years when a stray cold front had swept down unexpectedly and socked in the airport in Nome for days. He'd once spent a week there waiting for the fog to lift. Matt wasn't too worried because he'd brought enough food for an extra week, but if the cold front stayed very long, the small lakes would start to freeze. That meant ice too thin to hold the Cessna up on her wheels but thick enough present enough resistance to keep her from reaching take-off speed on her floats. They'd be stuck on this lake until the lake froze solid and that would probably be at least another month.

Amanda started searching with her metal detector after a breakfast of oatmeal, but about nine she stopped.

"Matt, I'm freezing. You don't happen to have an extra coat with you do you?"

Matt had said no, but she'd be warmer if she put on another shirt and another pair of pants. He waited outside the plane while Amanda did that, and they started walking again. At noon, they stopped for lunch, and Amanda told him she was worried.

"I still can't see the water because of the fog. It feels like it's getting colder too. What will we do if the fog doesn't go away?"

Matt had been watching the lake and he was a little concerned too. A cold front usually moved in fast and moved out fast. This one seemed to be staying put. He didn't tell Amanda about that concern because he didn't want her more scared than she already seemed to be.

"Well, weather this time of year can be a little unpredictable, but we should still have some days warm enough to dissipate the fog. We'll just have to wait and see.

After lunch, Amanda told Matt she didn't think she could walk anymore that day.

"Even with the extra shirt and pants, I'm still cold. I looked at my GPS and it's only twenty-eight. Isn't there some way we can get warm? Can you start the plane and run the heater?"

Matt nodded.

"Yes, I could start the plane and warm us up, but the engine is air-cooled by the air going past the engine when it's in the air. If I try to keep it running for very long on the ground, it might overheat. We don't want that to happen, not if we want to fly her back to Nome. I have a way that will help for a while.

Matt picked up the one burner stove and then told Amanda to get in the plane. Once they were inside, he left the door open a crack and then lit the stove.

"This will warm up the plane a little, but we have to keep a door open a little or the stove will burn all the oxygen."

The little stove did help enough that Amanda took off her jacket and then grinned at Matt.

"This is pretty nice. It'll be easy to sleep tonight if it's this warm."

Matt shook his head.

"We can't run the stove at night because I don't have enough propane to keep it burning that long. Once you're in your sleeping bag, you'll be warm enough. I'll light the stove in the morning until it warms up outside."

When Amanda woke up the next morning, she could see her breath when she exhaled. Matt was already up and was lighting the stove. Amanda pulled on her pants and then struggled into her shirt before unzipping the sleeping bag and sitting up. She looked at the GPS unit beside her sleeping bag and then gasped.

"Matt, it's only twenty five in here."

Matt nodded.

"Yeah, I know. That's why I'm lighting the stove."

Matt heard a little fear in Amanda's voice then.

"Should I be afraid?"

Matt had had that same thought when he woke up and knew the temperature had dropped a lot over night. He ran through the winter flight checklist in his head. He'd put two new batteries in the Cessna a month before so that probably wasn't going to be a problem. The engine oil would be a little thicker, but with new batteries, the engine should still spin over fast enough to start. No, the plane was fine. It was the condition of the lake that had him concerned. At twenty-five degrees, the lake might start to skim over with ice, but the Cessna could break through that easily. It was at least a few degrees colder outside so the lake would be starting to actually freeze and taking off would present a problem.

"No, I don't think so. We'll be OK here in the plane. I wouldn't go out much if I were you though. With no more coat than you brought, you could get really cold really fast."

They stayed in the plane all that day and waited for the fog to lift. By then, Amanda was ready to stop looking for the Romanov diamonds. She just wanted to be back in a place that was warm.

It didn't get any better after they ate dinner cooked on the same stove. The GPS unit said it was forty inside the plane, but when Amanda stuck it out of the door for a minute and then looked at it, it said the temperature was only twenty two. She put the GPS unit down and then turned to Matt.

"I'm cold now and it's going to get colder tonight. Are you sure you can't run the stove all night?"

Matt had been thinking about what they'd do if the temperature dropped anymore. The sleeping bags he'd brought were rated for twenty degrees, but in his experience, they felt pretty chilly at much below thirty. There was a way he'd learned in the survival class he'd taken as part of his bush pilot training, but he'd been reluctant to bring it up before. Now, he figured he had to.

"Amanda, if I do that we'll run out of propane in a day. The other thing is if one of us would happen to knock the stove over, we'd set the plane on fire. We'd be stuck here until somebody can come and get us, and without shelter, we might not last that long.

"There is one other thing we can do, but I haven't told you because we didn't need to before. Now we probably do."

Amanda smiled.

"OK, what is it. I'll do about anything to stay warmer than I was last night and it wasn't this cold then."

Matt chose his words carefully.

"In a survival situation, one person in a sleeping bag can generate enough heat to keep warm if the sleeping bag is rated for the right temperature. Ours are rated for about twenty degrees, but that's right on the edge of how cold it is right now. What we need is more insulation between us and the air. The only way to do that is to put one sleeping bag inside of the other sleeping bag. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

Amanda didn't say anything for a while because what Matt had said was scary. If he was as worried as he sounded, they were in trouble. She also understood what he hadn't said, but didn't know if she was ready to do it or not.

"What you're saying is that we both have to sleep in the same sleeping bag with the other one around us?"

Matt nodded.

"With both of us inside two sleeping bags we'll produce enough heat to keep us warm. I know how that sounds and I wouldn't have even suggested it if I didn't think it was necessary. Right now, I think it is."

Amanda frowned.

"What if we don't do what you say?"

Matt shrugged.

"It depends upon how cold it gets tonight. If it stays where it is right now, we'll be all right sleeping like we have been. We'll be cold, but not cold enough to cause us any real problems. If it gets colder...I don't know. I've never been in a situation like this before."

Amanda weighed the two options for a few moments and she didn't really like either. She didn't like the idea of climbing into a sleeping bag with Matt when both of them were almost naked and the reason wasn't just what Matt might do. She had felt the tension building inside her since the fog had rolled in, a tension that in the past could only be relieved in one way.

It wasn't that she wouldn't welcome that, but if she started it, how would Matt react? He didn't seem to be interested in her as anything but a client. She knew she could stop herself from doing anything while she was awake, but what if when she woke up the next morning she forgot where she was and the situation they were in.

It had happened that way before with Larry. She'd been studying for an important test and had gone to bed with the feeling that she didn't really know the material. Thinking she might fail the test caused fear to creep into her mind, the same fear she was feeling now. It was a fear of failure that time. The next morning, she'd awakened in that state where she was awake but not really in control of herself yet. Without realizing what she was doing, Amanda kept her eyes closed, pressed her breasts into Larry, and whispered, "Make love to me".

Now, it was a fear of dying in this place and not being found for a long time. Matt had been so confident before, but now he sounded worried. Amanda finally decided she'd trusted him so far and he'd always had the right answer so she'd have to trust him now.

"If we do this, can we sleep with our backs together?"

As Matt lay there with his back touching Amanda's he was very conscious of one thing. That thing was her firm butt that kept bumping into his as they both tried to get comfortable. Amanda was doing her best to stay as far away from him as she could and he was doing the same, but two people in one sleeping bag couldn't help but touch each other once in a while.

They'd waited until dark so neither could see the other when they undressed. Matt had let Amanda go first, and when she said she was ready, he'd shut down the little stove and stripped down to his underwear, then carefully climbed into the sleeping bag beside Amanda and then zipped it shut. That's when he realized their hips were almost touching.

In spite of his concerns about their situation, he couldn't just ignore the feelings that having an almost naked Amanda that close to him were causing. He couldn't stop his cock from starting to rise as he imagined how her butt must look without pants. From that thought, his mind began to imagine how the rest of her would look.

He figured her breasts were a little bigger than they looked when she was wearing a shirt. In his experience, most bras achieved lifting a woman's breasts by pushing them together and that made them sit flatter on her chest and seem smaller.

He had to force himself to not think about how Amanda would look completely naked and that was hard to do because it had been almost two years for him. That time had been when he flew an older woman from Anchorage to Nome to visit her daughter. The woman said her daughter wasn't expecting her until the next morning so she was going to spend the night in a hotel. Then she asked Matt if he'd walk her to a restaurant for dinner and then walk her to her hotel.

When they left the restaurant, the woman had slipped her arm in his and then sighed.

"If my husband was still alive, he'd have come with me and we'd make love tonight in the hotel room."

Then, she'd stopped walking and turned to face him, put her arms around his neck, and whispered, "I still need that even though I'm fifty-four. I know I'm a lot older than you are, but Matt, please stay with me tonight. I need to feel like I did with my husband again."

At the time, Matt had just broken up with a girl going to the University of Alaska and studying to be a music teacher. Jenny loved having sex. She didn't like the fact that Matt was always away flying people somewhere. She'd told him if he wasn't home more, she couldn't stay with him. Matt's business was still in its infancy so he was taking every job he could get. He'd just shrugged and said if he stopped flying so much, he'd lose everything. Jenny had left that day and he hadn't heard from her since.

Matt had spent the night with the woman and found her to be a lot more sexual than he'd thought. She'd ridden his cock first, then jacked his cock back to life and got on her hands and knees. The next morning, she'd hooked her leg over him and guided his cock into her entrance. The woman had cum all three times and after that time in the morning, she said she'd just keep him with her if she didn't have to visit her daughter.

That was the last he saw of the women. She'd taken a different flight back to Anchorage.

With Amanda so close to him, Matt couldn't help but remember that night and it was keeping him from going to sleep. He finally resorted to mentally going through his pre-flight checklist over and over until he finally fell asleep.

Amanda was having problems falling asleep too. She felt it when their bodies touched and that made a little tingle that raced from her hips to her brain, but there was something else too, something she couldn't ignore.

They both smelled like insect repellant, but once they were inside the sleeping bag, Amanda smelled man. It was a scent that had always started her to imagining things, things like smelling that scent while a man was thrusting his cock in and out of her and making her feel safe and needed. It was a scent that she hadn't smelled on Larry very much. He'd always taken a shower before they went to bed, but on the rare occasions that he didn't, that scent had made Amanda crave his hands on her body and then his cock inside her.

She'd studied enough biology to know that animals used scent to find mates and it was logical that humans could too. That it was happening now, in this desolate place where they might die, was almost overpowering. It was like she needed to feel a man enter her, stroke inside her until she shuddered out an orgasm, and then hold her until she fell asleep.

Of course, that was out of the question. Matt would never do something like that. She was just a client and the only reason they were in the sleeping bag together was to keep from freezing to death. Amanda tried moving away a little more, but couldn't. She finally fell asleep even though each time they touched, those little tingles kept coming.

Matt woke up the next morning and immediately knew something wasn't right. What wasn't right was that he felt a pair of breasts pressed into his back and an arm draped over his chest. He was also aware of the slow breaths against the back of his neck.

Matt was lying there unsure of what he should do when he felt Amanda's hand stroking his chest. This shouldn't be happening, not when Amanda was a client and they were in this situation. Matt cautiously rolled from his side to his back in hopes of waking Amanda up, but all she did was scratch her nose, put her hand back on his chest, and then hook her thigh over him.

There was no stopping his cock from rising then. He couldn't see anything but Amanda's face, but he could feel her pressing her breasts into his side, feel her mound against his thigh, and feel her soft hand on his chest.

Matt gently touched Amanda's shoulder and then shook her a little. All that happened was she pulled her body tighter against him. He shook her a little harder and then said, "Amanda, it's morning".

Amanda had been dreaming. Like some of the dreams she'd had since Larry left her, this one was just a hazy vignette of a man making love to her. The man had no face and he didn't say anything. He just touched her in all the places she loved to be touched. In the dream, she was responding to that touch and returning that touch with her own. It was then that she heard Matt say, "Amanda, it's morning".

Her mind was still enveloped in the mists of the dream, and Matt's voice became part of that dream, the voice of the faceless man making love to her. She moved her hand and felt the hair on Matt's chest and the muscles under his skin. It was the dream become even more real. Amanda sighed and began moving her hand down Matt's belly. When she reached the waistband of his underwear, she felt his hand on hers, and then heard his voice again.

"Amanda, do you know what you're doing?"

Amanda's dream floated away then, but the feeling of Matt's hard belly under her hand and the feeling of her nipples against his chest and the feeling of her mound pressed tight against his thigh felt like just a continuation of the dream and it was a dream she didn't want to end. She opened her eyes, saw Matt looking at her, and then made a decision.

"Yes, I know. If you don't want to, just tell me."

"Amanda, I don't have anything with me."

Amanda gently pulled her wrist from Matt's hand, said, "You don't need anything", and raised her hips and pulled her panties down her legs and then off. She hooked her leg over Matt again, and pressed her mound into his thighs.

When Matt felt Amanda's soft hand slipping inside his underwear he started to ask if she was sure but she cut him off.

"Matt, stop talking and make love to me. I need you to do that."

It was difficult to do that in the confines of a sleeping bag. Matt got his underwear off and felt Amanda's hand stroking his cock. He tried to get her bra unfastened, but that wasn't working. Amanda solved that problem by slipping the straps down her arms and then pulling her bra down to her waist. Then she pressed her bare breasts into Matt's chest and started slowly stroking his cock again.

When Matt cupped the breast he could reach, Amanda moaned softly and when his fingertip brushed her small nipple, he felt her push her mound into his thigh harder. Matt moved his head inside the sleeping bag, found Amanda's nipple with his mouth and then moved his hand down to her mound and stroked down through the coarse hair until he felt soft lips. Amanda moaned when he licked her nipple and then caught her breath when his fingertip parted those soft lips.

Amanda seemed pretty wet when Matt slipped his finger inside her, so there was no doubt in his mind that she was very aroused. As soon as his finger entered her, Amanda pushed into his hand. She didn't get far because her mound ran into his thigh, but it was obvious she wanted more. Matt gently rolled to face Amanda, and she opened her thighs in order to keep one thigh over his. That made it easy for Matt to slip his finger inside Amanda and begin slowly stroking that finger in and out.

Amanda sighed when his hand bottomed out against her lips, and then gasped when he curled that finger up and started to pull it back out. Matt felt her jerk when he slipped his finger up over her slender inner lips, and then gasp and jerk again when he found her clit.

Matt understood that women often take longer than men to be ready to be penetrated, but Amanda didn't seem like that. As he slipped another finger inside her entrance and began stroking them in and out, he used his thumb to gently massage her stiff little clit. Amanda kept thrusting herself into his fingers. After a while, she moved her face close enough to brush Matt's lips with hers.

When Matt kissed her, Amanda moaned, opened her mouth, and Matt felt her tongue against his upper lip. When he opened his mouth, Amanda slipped her tongue inside his mouth and then shivered when their tongues touched. Matt felt a strong tingle run down his spine and that tingle made his cock lurch. He also felt Amanda's passage sort of push out and then a little wet warmth coated his fingers.

Amanda's little tongue tangled with his until she moaned again and then pulled back and whispered, "Matt, I'm ready".

Matt felt Amanda gently pull his cock toward her. It took a little movement to get everything lined up, but when Matt felt his cock head sliding inside Amanda, he groaned a little. Amanda didn't say anything. She just pushed herself into Matt's cock and kept pushing until it wouldn't go any deeper inside her.

Together, they began moving apart and then back together. The sleeping bag was small enough it prevented them from doing much else, but it was enough. Amanda felt the familiar tightening in her belly, then a partial release of that tension, and then another wave of tension that made her moan and hold her breasts tight against Matt's chest. Matt felt the little contractions around his cock those waves of tension were causing.

As they stroked together inside the sleeping bag, Matt felt those little contractions get stronger and closer together, and they were taking him to the ultimate end. He was trying to hold back when he felt Amanda dig her nails into his arm and hold her breath as the thigh over his legs started to quiver.