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Subject: {ASSM} The Hot Springs
Date: Thu, 13 Jun 2002 17:10:05 -0400
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The last hundred miles have been driven in total silence. We are both
tired and angry. The very long drive has taken its toll. The strain of
the argument we had over an hour ago lingers. Neither one of us has the
desire to patch things up. We both just want the drive to be over. It is
late. It is very dark. And it is cold. Very cold. The thermometer on the
dash reads -36'F. Not an unusual temperature along the Alaska Highway in
January. 

"How much longer are we going to drive? I really think we need to find a
place to stay." 

"Yeah, well that's obvious. Laird is about another thirty miles. It's a
small town. There's a lodge where we can spend the night. But there's
some hot springs coming up here in a few miles. I wanna stop there for a
bit." 

"Why?" 

"Because they're beautiful. I stopped there my first trip up the highway
twenty years ago. I gotta see them again." 

"Michael, it's eleven o'clock. We been driving all damn day. It's
fucking cold. I don't want to stop at some hot springs. Let's get to the
lodge." 

"No, you gotta see them. They're really neat." 

"Oh shit, go ahead then. Do what you want. You always do. I don't care." 

A few minutes later I pull the car into the deserted parking lot. The
smell of sulphur fills the air. Ahead of us is a wooden walkbridge
leading to the springs. There is a thick fog coming off the waters.
There is one lamp on a pole shining above the springs. But the light
from it does not penetrate the rising steam. 

"Let's go check it out." 

"Are you crazy? Look at this place. It stinks. You can't see a thing.
There's nothing and nobody here. It's almost midnight and it's too
fucking cold to be messing around here. Let's get out of here. Please." 

"No, I'm telling you, we gotta go in here. C'mon, just for a little
bit." I get out of the car. I go to the trunk searching for a towel. I
find one and open your door. "C'mon!" 

"YOU'RE NUTS! You're really pissing me off. What do you think you're
gonna do, go for a swim?" 

"Yeah." 

I cross the bridge which goes over the stream which empties the water
from the springs. On the other side is a wooden walkway along the hot
pool. The fog is so heavy that it is possible to see only a few feet.
Even in the bitter cold, the rising steam provides a welcoming warmth.
Despite your desire to leave you follow me to the springs. We reach a
point where the walkway is next to the waters. 

"C'mon, let's take a dip!" I throw my hat and coat onto a nearby bench.
I am quickly getting the rest of my clothes off. 

"Michael...you're really going in there? Isn't it too cold? You'll
freeze when you come out." 

"It will be OK. The water is over one hundred degrees. C'mon!" 

I get the last of my clothes off. I stand naked on the boardwalk. The
cold bites into my skin. 
There is no choice. I go straight into the water. The startling contrast
between the extreme cold of the air and the heat of the enveloping
waters is invigorating beyond description. The sensation is incredible. 

"Oh my god, you've got to come in. This feels so good. C'mon, trust me,
you'll love it." 

You are very uncertain. Logic tells you to stay out. Swimming outside
late at night in Arctic temperatures doesn't make sense. Yet emotion
tells you to get in. There is a wildness about the place. An
otherworldliness. And the spontaneity thrills you. Emotions win out. As
you take your clothes off you feel the anger and fatigue from the trip
drop off with them. The cold makes you hurry. You are literally tearing
at your clothes to get them off. There is no hesitation once you are
naked. You come right in to the warm waters. 

Near the walkway the water is only a few feet deep. By squating down it
comes up to our necks. As we move to the center of the pond the water
gets deeper. The steam gets so thick that it is only possible to see a
foot or two. We hold hands and move slowly across the water. There is an
eerieness. And an incredibly surreal beauty. The scene is so far removed
from our existence that we might as well be on another planet. 

Halfway across we stop. We get very close so that we may see each other.
Our hair is frosty white from the steam freezing on it. We smile. We are
alone in our own separate world. We share an experience unlike any we
have ever had before. We are intoxicated with our surroundings and with
ourselves. We kiss and hold each other. Our passions rise. 

"Michael, let's find a comfortable spot to make love. I want to. We have
to. This is incredible. I want to fuck you in this water." 

We move over to the other side of the pond. There are large boulders
lining the edge of the water. We lean against the rocks but the water is
too shallow. We are too far out of the water to do anything. The cold
would be too much no matter how hot we might be. I reach above my head
on the rocks and pull down a handful of snow. I laugh as I rub it on
your breasts. You scream but you easily dissolve the snow and the
freezing sensation by dunking yourself in the water. As I go to reach
for more snow you spank my ass hard. This time I scream and dive back in
the water. We laugh. 

We move further down the pond. Although we cannot see it, we hear what
sounds like a waterfall. We follow the sound to the far side. We
discover that there is indeed a waterfall. The springs are in two
sections, upper and lower. The upper springs empty into the lower at
these falls. They are about ten feet high. We approach and explore them.
The water is even warmer here. The spray from the falls mixes with the
steam. Visibility is virtually nil. We hold hands tightly. We duck under
the falling water. It pours down on us. We laugh hysterically as the
water pounds on us. We hold each other tightly and kiss. The feeling is
beautiful. 
We move off to the side of the falls. We discover a small cove carved
out of the rock by the force of the water. Inside the cove is a long
wooden bench. We sit down. The water still sprays on us but with a much
less powerful force. It is like sitting in a shower inside a steam room. 

"Well, baby, do you think we can get comfortable here?" 

You lay down on the bench, spreading your legs. I am immediately on top
of you. We make love with a magnificent passion. Our bodies meld into
one. I thrust my cock into you with a rhythm which is neither slow nor
urgent. I move my hands over you, exploring your wet and steamy body.
Our tongues slide in and out of our mouths. We experience each other
with the joy of an erotic fuck in the wildness of one of nature's most
exotic dens. The steam, the spray, the darkness, the cold, the cave, the
falls all add their effect to our rising passion. Off in the distance we
hear wolves howling. We both erupt into intense, explosive orgasms. We
continue grinding our hips until we are both satiated. We hold each
other tight feeling our hearts pounding. Our breathing slowly begins to
return to normal. Our love is complete. 

We sit on the bench for a bit, enjoying the scene. After awhile we walk
back across the pond. We joke about what we will do if we can't find our
clothes in the dark and fog. But we manage to find our starting point.
We both linger at the boardwalk. 

"You first." 

"No, that's OK, you go first!" 

We laugh loudly. Neither one of us wants to pay the price for our
interlude in the springs. For now we must expose our wet bodies to the
subzero temperatures. 

"OK, let's do it together. We'll hold hands. Let's do it!" 

We climb onto the boardwalk. The cold hits us with a ferocious chilling.
We both scream as we grab for the towels. We dry as much and as quickly
as possible. Our clothes go on in a frenzy. We rush back to the car
shivering in a freezing state. I turn the car on but it takes many
minutes for the heat to crank up. We huddle together trying to get warm
again. 
"Michael...this was beautiful! Thank you so much for taking me here! But
can we get to the lodge, like NOW!" 

We drive off into the cold Arctic night. We have had an experience we
shall both remember forever in this warm oasis on the cold and desolate
Alaska Highway. 

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