A Cold Night Warms Up !

It had been one of those peerless late April days that once in a while England is capable of conjuring up. But the downside of clear blue skies at that time of the year is that after dark, the temperature plummets. Debbi woke and looked at her watch. It was one thirty. She and Carol had both retired early for the night and left the girls to it with their wine. Carol to her cosy tent and sleeping bag and Debbi to sleep as best she could in the van, where there had not even been a dirty blanket to use as covering. She was freezing. And I don't mean just cold but really, really freezing. Worryingly so.

She realised that she could not stay like this for another six hours before breakfast. The girls finally seemed to have gone to bed and so she crept out of the van and over to Carol's tent. "Carol" she hissed. "Carol, can I come in ?" she repeated. No response. Cautiously she pulled back the flap and entered the tent. Exhausted by the adventures of the day, her assistant was wrapped cosily in her sleeping bag and gently snoring. "Carol" Debbi whispered again urgently. She shook the older woman. "Huh, er, what, er,Debbi ?" murmured Carol, sleepy and somewhat incoherently. "Carol, I'm freezing" said Debbi.

Carol began to wake properly. There was a persistent percussive clacking sound in the tent. "Blimey Deb, your teeth are chattering. Literally chattering !"

"I know" answered Debbi. "I can't stop them, I'm so cold." Carol reached out of her sleeping bag and touched her friend. "God, you're like ice." Carol was worried. She unzipped her sleeping bag and beckoned to Debbi. "Come on. Get in here with me."

"But there's no room" moaned Debbi miserably. "This is no time to stand on ceremony. It's an emergency. I don't want you getting hypothermia." Carol had entered mother mode. "Besides, you've got to be well enough to drive us home tomorrow" she continued, in order to lighten the mood. Debbi climbed in alongside her friend / erstwhile enemy / assistant, whatever. Carol squealed at the icy cold that pressed against her. "You are so cold. Come on, cuddle, we've got to warm you up !"

Incongruous as the feeling was, both women knew that it was necessary. Carol reached across and pulled the zip of the sleeping bag closed again, wedging the two naked bodies inside. Debbi's teeth were still chattering. "There, there. We'll soon warm you up" Carol reassured her. "I'm so sorry" Debbi apologised. "Nonsense, we can't have you freezing to ****."

"No, not that. I'm so sorry I said you had saggy tits" Debbi's mind was wandering in her cold daze. Carol giggled. "They're mum's tits" she laughed. "Mine are perky" said Debbi, aware of the breasts pressing hard against each other as the two women cuddled. "They are" Carol agreed. "I deserved to be spanked" Debbi admitted. "I deserve to be spanked again" She was getting sleepy. "Another time perhaps" Carol chuckled. "We'd wake the girls here. Now let's concentrate on warming you up" she determined, rubbing Debbi's back !