She's desperately horny

Before the door had even closed behind her, Silvia was trying to yank her skin-tight suit off. Her need to be rid of it seemed to only make it grip her stronger. Once her arms were free, and the top half dangled around her waist, Silvia tugged her shire off. Her bra was next, so the horny woman could knead her breasts and play with her nipples unimpeded. Her hand dove under her half-on sky-suit and pants eagerly seeking out her wet slit. The tightness of her layered clothing made it difficult. Silvia let out a pleading moan as she pressed her wiggling fingers deeper, feeling restrained and helpless as she struggled against her clothes.

Squirting and meekly moaning, she desperately clung to the memory of her little excursion into the snow. Vividly she recalled the press of snow against her limbs, restricting even her ability to walk. She closed her eyes and tried to conjure the exact feeling of when she slipped and caused her womanhood to grid against that wedge. Fuck, there was her clit. Rubbing it sent such pleasure throughout her, but she squeezed her hand deeper down her tight trousers.

Her fingers curled into her cunt, greedily seeking the most pleasurable parts of her vagina. The base of her thumb brushed her clit as she wiggled her digits. She moaned deeply and teased her nipples while massaging her g-spot. With arousal wet fingers, she clung to the images and sensations of her delightful ordeal. Her helplessness had made everything so intense, so vivid. The sensations of vulnerability and tantalizing pain raced through her veins. As her arousal mounted, Silvia wondered why she hadn't just masturbated out there.

The obvious answer was because it wasn't done. Nobody just masturbated outside; that would be naughty. And all the more thrilling. But that thought was silly, countered the rational part of her mind, she couldn't masturbate in public. On the other hand, looking out at the pristine and desolate landscape, Silvia realized she would have had privacy. Images of her giving into her primal lust while still outside soon trickled into Silvia's mind.

Her fingers massaged the most sensitive parts of her vagina as Silvia fantasized about stripping naked while still outside. She imagined the brutal barrage of cold air on her naked skin, the beauty of the pure landscape around her, and the intense passion that would drive her to rub intimately on the coarse surfaces around her. Images, threatening and tantalizing, of her pale body caught between black cables and whitest snow brought her to the peak of delight.

She came. The hot bliss danced through her veins once again. Silvia chuckled to herself as she panted through the waves of delight. Masturbating three times in less than 24 hours, she was turning into quite the pervert. It didn't matter, she decided with another laugh, she was on vacation; why not indulge.

But she didn't want some silly little fantasy, some weak predicament maintained only by her imagination. She wanted something real and vivid. The thought of a genuine challenge, and maybe even a little risk made her heart race. Plans twisted themselves through her minds, kinky traps and binding tricks to release her inner slut. All Silvia had to do was decide where to start.