I was working in one of our ski resorts as a ski instructor.

On Saturday afternoon I was required to help locate a young German woman who had become separated from her group while cross-country skiing. As a member of the Ski Patrol, we are frequently asked to search for and rescue people who had become lost or injured.

The group leader briefed us on where the girl had been first noticed missing from her group.

A small group of three patrol personnel were allocated an area where she may have been, and it was considered she may have injured herself. We were given radios to remain in contact as it was getting late and darkness falls quickly.

We travelled to the top of the range by the chairlift before heading off to our allocated area.

It had been snowing lightly and had covered any individual tracks she may have made. We were, however, able to pick up the deep multiple tracks that the group had made.

The leader of my group suggested we go in different directions to conduct individual searches.

His instructions were to continue until we could no longer see beyond twenty-five metres. Then end our search before the light diminished to a stage where we could not find our way back to the ski lift at the top of the range and return to the village.

A green flare would be fired to inform us if she had been found.

The cloud cover had dissipated, and the snow flurries had stopped. There was a little bit of sun still shining. From my previous experience with lost people searches, rarely do they walk toward the sun. I headed the opposite way.

My search was, in fact, taking me further away from the village and in my desire to try and find her I left it too long, and the darkness descended faster than I had allowed for.

There was no way I would have made it back to the chairlift before it ceased operating.

I decided to head for the hut for overnight shelter, maybe the girl had found it as well.

In searching for the hut I found the missing girl, uninjured, exhausted and distressed. I radioed in that I had found her and we would be heading for the hut.

The Search Headquarters replied that they would send a Helicopter to get us out the next day and wished us a good night. We saw the green flare illuminate the sky.

I had confirmed her name was Sarah, the nineteen-year-old girl we were looking for. She spoke excellent English and I outlined what I had planned.

She was extremely pleased I had found her and cried with the relief of it. She had only the ski gear, a backpack and clothing she was wearing, and it was getting extremely cold with the icy wind building up. Hypothermia would have been a huge problem for her if she had not been found.

She got separated from her group when she had gone for a pee, become disoriented, and could not see or hear her companions.

After we found the hut there were emergency rations there, so I set out to prepare a meal for us. I managed to get a fire and the stove working with some timber to make some hot water for the meal and hot chocolate. On a further search, I managed to find some dry timber beneath the hut. I would use this to keep the stove alight to warm us. Somebody had used or removed the candle used for lighting.

We talked until she could no longer remain awake.

Exhaustion and distress had made her tired, and we both lay together on a makeshift bed. There were no blankets. Most Bushmen use their swag.

We were both cold and I suggested we huddle together to try and get warm and get some sleep.

I suppose it was a couple of hours later she woke, cold and busting for a pee.

I took her outside to pee and did so myself. I didn’t want her getting lost again.

When we got back inside, we were freezing cold so I stoked up the fire again and once more I suggested we try and keep warm by huddling together. She was now well awake and had recovered a little, so we cuddled in ways that had us both giggling with the sensations that were being felt by both of us.

I asked about a boyfriend.

"I do not have a male friend at the moment," Sarah replied.

The night progressed with us both unable to get to sleep. Our body heat and the fire had made the hut quite warm, so we removed some of our heavier outer clothing.

Sarah said some of her clothing was wet. She removed her thermal T-shirt and bra and began to dry them by the fire.

She must have begun to trust me as she then went further and removed all her clothing saying she could dry it all that way. The hut was now comfortably warm enough to remain naked for a while. With no lighting in the hut, it was quite dark. When she moved into the moonlight shining through the windows I could see her naked body was perfectly shaped.

I asked her if she would be embarrassed if I did the same.

She replied, “Of course not.”

As we chatted, she was getting far more animated and the pair of us were getting a lot more friendly… very friendly in fact. We began to touch each other in inappropriate places in a playful and friendly way. She took my hand and encouraged me to feel her hard nipples before moving my hand to that patch of hair surrounding her vagina.

It was all too much for me and I kissed her. She returned my kiss with vigour, and without any inhibitions.

We were now both naked. She could feel my cock was now quite erect.

She commented, “I think you are beginning to like me.”

The friendship was becoming more and more sensual.

The talk became suggestive and very soon developed into a passionate embrace.

The warmth in the hut had increased and it wasn’t all due to the fire.

Sarah took liberties and felt my hard cock, which did not altogether appreciate her cold hand. However, both my cock and her hand soon warmed, with her hand wrapped around it.

It was so dark and warm now, so it was more touch and feel rather than look and see. We were both completely naked in the dark. The only light came from the fire and the moonlight through a window.

The stage had been reached where both of us were becoming aroused. I could hear Sarah breathing a little heavier. An opportunity was developing where things may become a lot more intimate. After all, I was a male and a horny one at the moment.

I kissed her body and nipples and moved down to where I could bury my face in her bush and lick between her labia. Sarah never made any effort to stop me. She immediately suggested we get down on the floor and she could participate with me. She positioned herself over me and we were soon engaged in having an oral sixty-nine together.

It didn’t last more than about five minutes before I came in her mouth. She immediately spat it into the fire.

“Mein Gott,” she exclaimed.

“Have you not done that before?” I asked.

“Nein, nein, I did not like you doing that,” she replied.

We talked a little bit about oral sex and her experiences.

“Once with a man, with other girls, more than once,” she replied. “He removed his penis before he did that," she added in a gruff voice.

She added sullenly, “I did not enjoy what you did.”

That was obvious I thought.

I then asked about her other experiences.

She explained. “Only ever with the same man… in the missionary position.”

She told me she had enjoyed the experience, and he had used a condom.

“But no more than twice with that man,” she concluded.

I asked, “Would you like to try it like that with me?”

There was no hesitation and she immediately positioned herself and prepared to take me into her.

I felt her shudder and give a small, ‘Ahrrrr,” as I slipped my cock into her very wet passion pit.

I stopped when I was in as far as I could go.

“That feels nice,” she told me.

The two of us were now enjoying some very physical sex. Sarah allowed me to guide her into some rather pleasurable situations that she had obviously not experienced previously. Then she encouraged me to fuck her in a quite physical way.

After a short while, I withdrew from her and suggested puppy sex.

She became quite excited and told me she had never done it like that before. I helped her position herself in front of the fire and reentered her. Even in the dark, I could see she had a beautiful pair of cheeks on her ass, even though they showed the signs of the bare boards she had been laying on as we fucked before. I slipped my cock back into her.

“I like that,” she said. “It feels really nice.”

After about six or seven minutes of me fucking her doggy, she came.

Fortunately, there was no one around to hear her screams of delight. She had obviously enjoyed her experience.

Then she told me she had never had an orgasm having sex with a man before. I felt quite proud of myself and it wasn’t long before I was myself was enjoying ejaculating into her body.

Over the next hour or so, we kissed, cuddled and fucked each other three more times. She was never unwilling or reluctant. I suggested another new position for her, cowgirl. Once she got the rhythm right, she really began to enjoy fucking me. I fondled her breasts and once again she really enjoyed another new experience.

When she came, she and once more woke the angels with her loud and appreciative sounds of erotic pleasure, all in the dark.

“You Australian men do things very well,” she said as she stood and broke our connection.

Sarah was more than happy and whilst a little inexperienced had obviously enjoyed being with me. The way she embraced me convinced me she had enjoyed herself as much as I had with her.

I had taken her experience to another level. Our times together had been exceptional for her. She had never done anything like that in her life, or as often.

I told her, ”You make a wonderful snow bunny.”

“Thank you for your compliment,” she replied.

The atmosphere was warm and welcoming., and it wasn’t all from the heat of the stove.

I made another cup of chocolate. After we had enjoyed the pleasures of copulating, we both got cold and dressed again. This time in warm, dry clothing. Then we embraced and went to sleep in each other’s arms. We both slept until a radio call woke us. Sunshine was now filling the hut which had previously been pitch black.

The rescue centre said they would send a helicopter if required. I declined after I had checked with Sarah.

Sarah said she was fit enough to ski to the chairlift.

“I have never felt better and that little thing between your legs has rejuvenated me. If I get tired you know how to replenish my energy,” she said as she giggled.

After we cleaned up the hut we prepared to leave.

It was an unwritten agreement, you always leave the place the way you found it, apart from the firewood which National Park staff always replenished. They did not want anybody cutting trees down.

As we were preparing to leave Sarah asked me to fuck her again before we left. I was more than happy to oblige. She wanted to do it in the snow and make snow angels.

“Could I do it cowgirl again?” She asked as she had really enjoyed it the first time it seems.

I agreed… cowgirl it would be. Sex in the snow was even a first for me.

We removed only the necessary clothing and we both fucked hard and fast to beat the cold. She told me she had never enjoyed having sex as she had with me. I knew I wasn’t the first one to fuck her, but I wasn’t far behind. I would have liked to know more about her.

After we had fucked and had dressed again, she was clipping her boots into her ski's she said, “Thank you for everything, I will have many happy memories of Australia.”

We skied back to the chairlift to return to the village. At the bottom, we were greeted by the press and her friends. The story of a German girl lost in the Australian Alps had become an international news item.

The photographers asked Sarah to give me a thank you kiss for their article. That kiss became very passionate as a result of our overnight experience. The passion of the kiss raised more than a few eyebrows among the crowd, the photographer and her friends as well.

Our tongues became entwined together and the passion of the intimacy we had shared hours earlier returned for a minute. My cock hardened in my jeans and I felt her rub herself against it. Following what was to be our breathless last kiss Sarah whispered to me “ I enjoyed everything you did with me.”

I then made myself scarce and disappeared into the crowd, leaving Sarah to answer the press questions and no doubt a few more intimate ones from her friends in view of that kiss.

An hour later after a shower and change of clothing, I was back on the slopes completing my normal duties. I was once more just a ski instructor.

After the rescue, I had no plans to meet her again and wrote it off as an extremely pleasant experience. It was not just part of the job this time, however.

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Three months later the ski season had finished and I was back working in the city. I had just emerged from a coffee shop after having met some friends and was waiting for the traffic lights to change to cross the road.

I heard a voice calling as the green walk light appeared.

“Mike, Mike.” The call came from across the road as a girl rushed toward me.

It was Sarah.

“Oh, Mike, thank heavens I found you,” Sarah said almost breathlessly. as she hugged me in the middle of the road.

I wondered what was coming next. We moved back to the footpath.

“Oh Mike, remember the time we spent in the snow hut…. Since then I have not had my monthly sickness for two months,” she blurted out.

I replied,” Aren’t you lucky, I have been in the hospital with pneumonia.”