You know what I love? I just think it's super-dee-duper when it's roughly 40 degrees below zero outside, and they leave the air conditioning running full blast here in the office. I'm sitting here in a heavy sweater and I'm still slowly turning into an ice cube. One of my co-workers is even walking around with a scarf on. I swear it's colder than a witch's tit in a brass bra in here.

Normally, I abhor hot drinks - I never drink tea (unless it's iced, preferably with sugar added when it was brewed) or coffee (smells great, tastes like ass). But it's so cold that I went down to the break room and got myself some hot chocolate out of the vending machine, largely so I'd have something to warm my hands with.

Weather like this is a significant obstacle if you're trying to have sex outdoors. If you're lucky enough to have a good spot inside somewhere, then presumably it's climate-controlled enough so that you're not freezing your ass off (unless you were to try and have sex in my office, in which case you'd be risking hypothermia).

Back when Mary Anne and I were first going out, I recall we once had sex out on the balcony of the condo where we were staying at the beach (she has - or had - a thing for sex in semi-public places). It was on the third floor, overlooking the ocean, and there was a parking lot just below us. We were out there and I slowly undressed and fucked her on a lounge chair, while we could hear a couple of carloads of guests who pulled up and started unloading their cars right underneath us, completely oblivious to Mary Anne's legs spread high and wide as I pumped her pussy full of hard cock.

I think only once since then have I had sex outdoors (though we have a backyard pool with a privacy hedge around it - in three years living there we've never once had sex in or beside the pool). That's a story for another day, though.

Back in my younger days, though, I did quite a lot of fucking outside. Especially my last two years of high school, it was not at all easy to find a safe place, so I'd make do with what I could find. I remember one time in particular that Ally and I were horny and looking for a place to fuck. We did most of our screwing on the campus of the University that was in the same city that our high school was (we went to boarding school together - when we hooked up, she was a senior and I was a junior). We could walk to campus (since we weren't allowed to have cars), find a spot where we weren't likely to be disturbed, and go at it.

This one night, however, it was really really cold. I guess it must have been January or February. Either way, it was too cold for us to risk even minimal amounts of nakedness outside. Now what?

Well, like most college campuses, when the dorms and classroom buildings were constructed, they were originally heated with steam. The steam was created at a plant somewhere in a remote corner of the campus, and then sent via pipes to all the buildings. At this particular school, there was an entire system of underground tunnels linking all the buildings together to house all the steam pipes, water pipes, etc, etc. Rumor has it that there were also bomb shelters down there from the Cold War days and all sorts of other things. It was mostly locked up, but there were always a couple of places you could get in if you knew where to go. As it happened, I'd done some exploring previously, so I thought we could probably get in there. Ally was game, so we snuck into one dorm where I thought there was probably an open access door, and sure enough there was.

We decended into "The Tunnels". They are made of concrete, about six feet high, and about the width of a sidewalk. Pipes run along one wall, and they are lit by bare light bulbs, with one about every twenty feet. Here and there there is a branching, or an alcove, or a opening into some dark, undefined space. Once the door above shuts, the only sounds are the gentle dripping of water from a leaky pipe, th indistinct hum of electricity flowing, and the echoes of our footsteps.

It's industrial, creepy, and very dusty but not really dirty. Best of all, the temperature is about 55-60 degrees, which is a good 40 degrees warmer than it is outside. Being a couple of horny teenagers, we're equal parts scared and turned on. Once we look around a bit and convince ourselves that we're unlikely to be disturbed, we start touching each other and smiling, as we look around for a good place to fuck.

I settle on an alcove abut 20 feet down from the stairway we came down, reasoning that we'd have some chance of getting ourselves put back together if anyone opened the door to come down there, and we'd be close to the exit we were familiar with if we needed to make a quick getaway.

Kissing Ally, I steer her into the spot I've chosen. I take off my heavy overcoat and lay it on the concrete. It's not much of a mattress, but it's the best we've got. Kissing and groping frantically, we undress each other as best we can.

Ally really gets things started by dropping to her knees in front of me, as her practiced hands make short work of undoing my belt and undoing my jeans. She reaches in and fishes out my already-hard cock. I gasp - her fingers are still ice cold. Those freezing fingers are quickly replaced by hot lips and the warm liquid heat of her tongue as she immediately takes me deep into her mouth. She sucks me with single-minded abandon, her eyes closed, a cascade of blonde hair bobbing up and down at waist level in front of me, steadying herself with her hands on the outside of my thighs. Her lips glide softly and wetly up and down the shaft of my rock-hard dick, while her talented tounge swirls around the head, painting it with pleasure. I'm bracing myself against the wall with one hand, while with the other I'm easing my pants down, allowing her easier access to my cock and balls. I'm breathing heavily from the intense pleasure of Ally's exquisite blowjob, but trying to keep quiet to avoid attracting any attention from upstairs.

This goes on for a little while, then Ally kisses her way back up to my mouth. Our tongues intertwine, and she rubs her tits again my chest and presses her pussy into my cock. I push off her coat, and my hands steal up her shirt, undoing her bra and finding her nipples, teasing and playing with them. I'm kissing her neck and ears, and she's moaning softly.

My hands go to her waist, and I under do and unzip her jeans. I slide one hand down the front, under her panties, through her pussy hair, until I find the hot wet spot. Breathing heavily now herself, she spreads her legs a little wider, encouraging me to reach into her pussy. I find the silt, and wetting my finger with the juices alrady flowing from her, I massage her clit. My other arm is around her now, as she having trouble standing as the waves of intense pleasure rack her tight teenager's body.

Then she whispers to me, hotly, "I want you inside me."

"Oh you do, do you?" I answer, teasingly. It always turns me on to see her giving herself over to her lust. The power I have to turn her inside out is incredibly intoxicating. It's in those moments that I love her most.

"Yes. Now!" she insists, impatiently.

There's no room to lie down without getting dirty from the dust. Pulling her jeans off, she kneels down on my coat, ass facing me. I kneel down behind her. The skin of her bare cheeks is cool - almost cold - against my hips, but my cock finds her hottest and wettest place. We're both so ready that my dick slides right in, and then I'm buried to the balls inside her as we kneel on the concrete, in the pale yellow bulb light. Then we fuck.

Our gasps and grunts fill the tunnel, gently echoing despite our best efforts to keep silent. With one hand I reach around and play with her tits, hanging down, while the other is on her hip, guiding her like a jockey on a horse.

As we quicken the pace, our moans get more insistent, the echoes grow stronger, the need for quiet more forgotten. My hand leaves her breasts and moves down to her pussy, so I can rub her clit as I fuck her from behind.

It doesn't take much of that to push Ally over the edge. "Oh, God - oh yes - right there," she mumbles incoherently. Now I start fucking her really hard, feeling the white hot cum starting to boil up from my balls. The rhythmic slapping sound of my thighs spanking her ass fills the tunnel as I bang her hard, driving my cock deep inside her. She cums, arching her back, voice caught in her throat as she bites off her scream. I fuck her harder, so close now I can almost taste it. My cum is so close.

She orgasms again, twisting beneath me, convulsing almost. Now I have both my hands on her hips, grasping her roughly, pulling her onto my cock as I thrust into her, savagely, powerfully, forcefully, unable to think, consumed with my need to cum hard inside her.

She cums for a third time, forcefully, counterpointing my own stifled shout as the pressure in my testes finally explodes, hot jets of sticky sperm bursting from my cock and fillling her waiting cunt, already stuffed so full of cock that the cum overflows and drips out of her pussy lips. We're frozen just like that for an ecstatic instant that lasts an eternity, my muscles fully flexed, arms pulling her back to me, hips pushing me forward into her, completely violating and filling her cunt at the climax. In that moment, no breath, no movement, just pure carnal pleasure.

Then, with a gasp, it's over. Panting, we move apart, trying to catch our breath, then quickly getting dressed again before we're discovered. On the twenty minute walk home through the frozen winter night, I'm chilled by the sex-sweat freezing down my spine. But somehow, I don't mind.

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