The snowy mountains

John and Leanne stepped off the train and into the frigid mountain air.

"John, it's freezing! Quickly, lets get moving!" John agreed, it was FREEZING! They grabbed their gear and walked out of the station. They had everything they'd need for a mountain trip, and were **** to get out there into the wilderness. Weaving their way out of Jindabyne the couple set off accross the highlands.

The place was amazing. The freezing mountain air meant that they could see for miles around, and the view was breathtaking. The initialy had a hearty dialogue about the scenery, but soon the sheer beauty of it all reduced them to silence. The day floated past them in a haze of valleys, snow and cliff peaks. Soon darkness crept across the vista stretched above them. John looked at Leanne, and they both nodded. This moment was too sacred for words. The magnitude of their surroundings and the impending event of their first union set the atmosphere alive with emotion.

The tent was quickly pitched and the couple crawled inside, shedding the heavier snow gear outside leaving them in their thermals. Leanne looked divine, her pretty face flushed with cold, making her blue eyes sparkle. She was smilling at him nervously as she hugged her breasts, the small little mounds swelling. She was a beautiful creature, thought John. She was small and petite, but with a big heart and an ensnaring personality that had won him over from day one. And here they were now, snuggled up in a small tent in the middle of an alpine plain as the stars wheeled above them.

Leanne leant forward and kissed him lightly on the lips, then breaking to stare into his eyes. John's heart stopped still in the pure love exchanged between them at that moment