Opposites attract

Opposites attract.

"Left a bit."

"No. My left."

"Perfect. Just one more left today and that's the lot finished."

Karen muttered under her breath - always the dogs' body. Even though they were the same sort of age, and had the same qualifications and experience, whenever Karen got paired up with Phil she always felt like the 'student'.

She picked up the last bird box, slung the ladder over her shoulder and stomped off up the steep hill behind the cabin.

To anyone watching, it would indeed seem a little strange to see the size 10, twenty year old woman doing the heavy lifting whilst the strapping, 6' 3", Rugby playing bloke stood supervising with a clipboard.

As Karen huffed and puffed her way to the small copse, she cursed the man again and decided she certainly wasn't going to admit to him she could actually do with some help.

Still, she thought, only 4 more days to go and then a full week off. Besides, it was a beautiful location in which to work, even if it was a totally isolated from civilization and there was a cold front coming in.

Nothing for it but to keep things friendly and if needs be, humour the git.

Thirty minutes later, just as they were finishing off testing the last camera, the snow started to fall. Within a quarter of an hour there was a thin even layer covering everything.

"Looks like it could be in for the night." Phil remarked as they stepped out of their overcoats and boots.

"Whose turn is it to cook tonight?" Phil teased.

"You know perfectly well it's mine." Karen answered a little too curtly.

"Okay, okay, only joking, Jeez..."

As Karen got the water boiling on the make shift stove, she heard the shower switch on and was oh so tempted to turn on the cold tap in the kitchen knowing full well the shower would turn ice cold.

"Now now, be nice Karen." She said quietly whilst chopping a pepper. "It's not his fault he's an oaf."

The shower was a fairly new addition to the cabin. Until recently the remote nature reserve post was manned by an older volunteer generation and a hot shower wasn't deemed a necessity by them. However the more recent youthful occupants thought six days straight without such a basic luxury wasn't an option.

Although a welcome addition, the ad-hoc shower cubical wasn't the most 'private' place in the cabin. Colleagues had to obey the unwritten rule of staying well away from the curtained off corner whilst it was in use. Not that Phil would worry about preserving his modesty, if allowed he would strut around the cabin of an evening in his tight boxers without a care in the world. Mind you, that was back in the summer shift rotations, with those barmy hot evenings, not two weeks before Christmas with Jack Frost rattling the windows...

Phil patted his tummy in the way men like to do after a decent meal and yawned openly.

"You'd better get yourself in the shower if we're going to finish this game tonight." Phil said indicating towards the chess board on the side.

There he goes again, Karen thought. Deep breath girl, think of your CV.

Five minuets later the hot water cascades over her natural dark locks and soft pale skin. Sadly there was an infinite amount of hot water available and one had no time for long lazy showers. Karen lathered herself up as quickly as she could. Just as she was reaching up from sponging her legs she was shocked to see Phil sat on the small sofa checking the monitors just in front of the cubical.

"Do you mind Phil?" She shouted loudly. "If I can see you, then you can obviously see me!"

"Don't flatter yourself love." Phil retorted. "Anyway, that last camera we put up is way off target; probably the bloody Pine Marten again. I'm going to reposition it." And with that he jumped up and strode to the door.

Karen was sure he took his time closing the door on purpose so that the icy wind filled the small cabin in seconds.

Arsehole, she thought as she dried herself off and got dressed.

Karen wasn't sure how long she had dozed off for but soon realised something was wrong. No Phil. Had she been asleep for 10min or 45? Shit.

Still cursing, Karen hurriedly changed into her wet weather gear and boots, grabbed the torch and left the cabin. By now the snow was coming down in huge flakes, a good six inches covered the ground.

"Phil!" She repeatedly shouted into the night. Where the hell are you she thought?

She staggered though the snow up the hill to the rear, her torch light was next to useless - the beam seemed to be just soaked up by the white out conditions.

"PHILIP!" she howled nearing their last position on the hill.

Squinting into the night, Karen could just see a dark mound lying under the large oak.

Karen slumped to her knees beside Phil. Shaking his broad shoulders as hard as she could and shouting his name again and again, he finally began to stir. She rubbed the snow from his face, he slowly opened his eyes.

"You've never called me Philip before." He said quizzically.

"Jesus, you scared the life out of me there, idiot."

Although immensely relieved, Karen soon realised Phil wasn't alright. He was now shaking uncontrollably and mumbling incoherently.

"We've got to get you back inside Phil." She said firmly, "Help me please."

After considerable effort Karen eventually managed to get Phil to his (wobbly) legs, and with maximum effort, slowly made their way back down to the cabin.

Karen kicked the door open and lowered Phil to the floor. Without thinking she went straight into the drill for this situation. She pulled off his boots and then struggled to get him out of his wet jacket. Snow had found its way in and soaked his clothes though.

Phil looked on groaning with real pain in his eyes as Karen dragged the roll mats from the camp beds and grabbed their sleeping bags.

"We'll get you warm in no time; just help me a little longer." Karen said trying to sound reassuring. Karen proceeded to remove Phil's clothes until he was left teeth chattering in just his boxers. She then noticed a nasty gash on his calf. She grabbed the first aid kit and quickly cleaned the wound and taped a dressing on top. It didn't look great but Karen was more concerned about trying to raise his core temperature. In one swift movement, Karen somehow managed to roll Phil onto an open sleeping bag and quickly did it up. She then laid the other bag and anything else she could find suitable on top of him.

Without delay or hesitation, Karen started to shed her own clothes. If Phil noticed he barely registered it. Off came her leggings; off came the thermal top until Karen was stood in just her pale blue knickers and cream vest top. Shivering herself she squeezed her petit body down inside the sleeping bag. She then draped herself over Phil's trembling body.

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Karen woke first. The morning sun was casting a warm glow over the huddled pair. Karen gave a start as she realised she was spooning her adversary, skin on skin, then quickly remembered the previous nights trauma and relaxed slightly.

Phil was fast asleep, apparently none the worse for his bout of hypothermia. With their combined body heat now, the sleeping bag was super toasty. Karen thought about getting straight up but something made her hesitate. Her hand was still cradling Phil's bare midriff where it had been when she'd woken. His wiry chest hair sprang between her fingers. Her small pert breasts were squashed up against his taught back. Karen couldn't resist moving ever so gently so as her nipples rubbed his hot back.

It had been too long she thought since she'd been so close to a man. She could feel that lovely warm moist feeling beginning to spread between her legs.

With growing confidence she draped a leg over his so she could gently grind herself against him. Still he did not stir, so Karen's free hand moved slowly downwards. She knew she was possibly opening up a whole load of trouble, and would have to stop - just not quite yet...

The temptation was too great not to move her hand down further and brush over his boxer shorts.

Fighting with herself she decided she would go no further than that - she just wanted to feel his manhood (even if it was though the material of his underwear).

She sighed as her hand found the unmistakable mass of his cock. With her hand gently stroking over the growing bulge, she manouvoued her other hand inbetween her legs.

Slipping her fingers inside she surprised herself how wet she was. Her middle finger rubbed its way back between her lips to find her hard clit.

Distracted by her own growing pleasure, she gasped when she realised the cock that she had been absently caressing had now fully hardened and the swollen head was poking up under the waist band of the shorts. Looking again to monitor any changes in Phil's breathing, she steeled herself for a quick look at his now rock hard cock. Carefully unzipping the sleeping bag a little allowed Karen to get some light in and position herself nearer to his cock.

What she saw was a thick shaft protruding three inches or so free from the waistband. Its circumcised head grossly engorged.

This was getting silly she thought. But still she chose not to leave it there - she couldn't. Perhaps I could get away with just holding it in my hand for a minute she mused. The beast was still sleeping like a baby so very slowly; Karen worked his shorts slightly down his thighs.

With his under wear out of the way, Phil's cock was lay there against his belly visibly pulsing. Without pausing Karen reached down and grasped him in her hand. Her tiny hand looked lost around it. She gave it a little squeeze and it seemed to breathe in her hand.

It was crunch time Karen thought. Either she was going to have to try and disengage herself and creep out and bring her self off in her bedroom or she was going to have to see this through to the bitter end. As she was busy fighting her inner demons, Phil gave a loud sigh and shifted his position.

Karen froze. Slowly she released his cock from her grasp and made the decision to escape. But try as she may, there was no way out for her now without climbing all over him. Phil was definitely waking now, there was only one thing for it - play dead. At the exact moment Phil stretched and yawned, Karen turned her back to him and began to breath heavily as if sound asleep.

All was quiet for a few seconds. She might have got away with it she thought. At least if she could hold on until he got up or at least until his monster erection had subsided she might be able to get out of this with some dignity.

With her eyes firmly closed, and concentrating on her 'sleepy' breathing she was aware of the sleeping bag being held up. She worked out what he was doing; he was eyeing up her body. A mixture of emotions swept through her head. A small part of her was outraged, a large part of her smiled as she imagined him lusting over her delicate back and bottom.

Then it happened. That familiar rocking motion, a changed pace of breathing - he was stroking his cock! Inches away from her body he was pleasuring himself.

Frozen, Karen imagined him working his cock, precum would now be glistening all over the head, and his balls would be ready to pump out his load. Fuck this Karen thought, in a swift movement she turned over, moved astride him, and just pulling her panties aside positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. Looking straight into his surprised eyes she started to sink down. Christ, she thought, that's not going to fit. Phil had other ideas though and grasped her buttocks with great power and urgency. He moved his hips up at the same time as forcing her down onto him. Karen collapsed onto his chest breathing through short breathes. After her inner muscles relaxed a little she felt more comfortable.

"Are you Ok?" he whispered in her ear.

Karen just nodded. With that Phil started again. Even though she was on top Phil was clearly the one doing the fucking. Karen was in no state to do anything. She gave in to him as he pumped away harder and harder. They were both covered in sweat by now. He roved over her body pulling her bum cheeks apart, squeezing her breasts hard. His passion just grew and grew, surely he would come soon. Christ, what was she thinking!

"Don't come inside me; I'm not on the pill." She hurriedly exclaimed.

"Don't worry." With that he lifted her off his cock.

She looked down at his large cock and noticed a thick ring of white cream around the base. Slightly confused Karen said; "Is that from me?" Phil looked down and smiled. "Well, it's not from me." Karen then reached down grasped the slippery shaft. With one hand she started wanking the shaft and with the other she gently squeezed his balls. Phil sought out her clit and very gently (for him) started rubbing his thumb over it. Karen was so close to coming now, and Phil knew.

"I'm going to come." Phil grunted.

"Yes. Do it" Karen pleaded and immediately started her orgasm. As she ground herself all over his hand as hard as she could, she pressed her head to his chest. She then felt his cock pulse. Just in time she looked down to see thick ribbons of sperm shooting up his chest and belly. It was actually the second spurt that caught her cheek. She didn't release him till she had pumped every drop from his balls. He looked up and smiled at her as he pulled her down to him. Her body slid over his as she was now also coated in his sperm.

They lay like that for a few minutes. Neither really felt like going back to reality. Eventually Karen extricated herself and made her way to the shower. She wasn't long and left it running for Phil.

As she dried herself off, it felt a bit strange to think about covering herself up considering what they'd just done together. Karen did then have a reality check; she realised they would have to continue to work together until they were relieved. Also, what if Phil now felt awkward and regretted the episode... She hurriedly wrapped the towel around her and made her way to her bedroom to dress for the day.

Once she was sure Phil was out of the shower and in his own room she made her way to the kitchen area to sort breakfast.

Five minutes later Phil emerged looking purposeful.

He silently made a flask of coffee, grabbed a cereal bar and made for the door.

"I'm going to make an early start in the North Sector and check everything survived the storm."

"Give me two minutes and I'll join you." Karen replied eagerly.

"Don't worry - I've got this." He said and disappeared out into the snow.

Karen sat at the table feeling a bit empty. He was usually chattier on a normal day. Perhaps Phil really was regretting their tryst. After all, Mary thought - it was her that had started it...

Only one thing for it she thought. Three more days to go - get stuck into the work and it will fly by.

The next day followed the same sort of pattern. Try and might, she couldn't get that cheeky old Phil to reengage. He wasn't rude or anything like that, it was just she realised she actually missed their banter.

It was during their last full day - nearing lunchtime when the sky went a dark angry colour. They both looked up at the same time.

"We might as well have an early lunch, and try and miss this next dump." Phil said.

"Good idea." Karen replied, and they both collected up their things and made the short trip back to the cabin.

Phil was heating up some noodles, when he noticed the snow coming down hard. Hmm, he thought.

Half an hour later, it was still the same. A quick google showed it was not expected to let up till tomorrow.

Karen suggested they may as well carry on with the chess game for something to do.

"OK." Was all Phil said.

A hour later during the game, Karen got fed up with the deafening silence.

"What's up Phil?" Karen said moving a pawn.

"Nothing." Was all she got in reply.

"Hmm..." Karen said under her breath. "I just don't want things to be awkward between us, after the other night."

"No problem here." He said.

Karen ignored his reply and said "It's just we're bound to be on the same shift again before long..."

Phil looked up from the board and took a deep breath.

"Karen, it is about the other night."

Karen looked worried now. Phil paused briefly - clearly wrestling with himself.

"Karen, I just can't stop thinking about what we did. It was just beautiful; I can't look at you without wanting to take you in my arms."

Karen tried to keep her expression neutral, but she felt herself blushing. She then gently pushed over her King to capitulate the game. Without a word she got up and made her way to her bedroom. Once inside she put on her heater and undressed. She made a point of leaving the door ajar and climbed onto her bed. She was facing away from the door laying on her front in just her panties, crop top and long thermal socks. She picked up her book and pretended to read.

It was probably no more than 5 minutes before Karen thought she heard something. She pulled one leg up under herself, knowing her tight little bottom would (hopefully) be irresistible.

It was too much for Phil who was indeed standing by the door frame. He quietly closed the door behind him and walked over to the bed. He sat on the side looking over Karen's young, trim body. Karen still didn't acknowledge Phil, and started humming to herself as if she was in a world of her own. She then stretched and turned onto her side - facing away from Phil. She drew her legs up and pushed out her bottom. She knew this position would increase the size of her rear. This was pushed Phil over the edge he leant down and started planting soft kisses all over her cheeks. Karen dropped the book on the floor and sighed.

Phil carried on like this for sometime. Karen was already aroused and was eager for more. Eventually she looked over her shoulder and said; "You don't have to be gentle with me."

"We can do soft or rough." He said matter of factly. "What's it to be?"

Karen hesitated; she just wanted to be fucked hard by now. In the end she made her decision.

"Rough." She said coyly.

Phil stopped what he was doing and looked into her eyes. A second later he brought down one of his hands with great force and slapped her bottom hard. Karen yelped with shock, but said nothing.

Phil stood up and said quietly; "Do you want me to stop?"

"No." She said timidly.

She watched as Phil began to undress. He removed his trousers and pushed his boxers down. He was already semi hard and his cock sprang up freely. Karen snaked her hand to her own mound. Just as she was about to rub herself Phil spoke.

"No you don't." and grabbed her and in one swift movement she was astride his lap. This wasn't quite what Karen had in mind and started kicking out with her legs. Phil ignored her protests and kept her held down.

He started slapping both cheeks in turn - quite softly Karen thought. This went on for a while, and then the smacks started getting a little harder. Her knickers weren't offering much protection and she felt the heat coming off of her soft skin. Karen had never been spanked before - it had just never happened. She wasn't at all sure if she was actually enjoying it, although her clit indicating she was indeed enjoying it.

Phil stopped and started stroking her cheeks with his large hands.

"Ten more, then we're done." He said in a commanding tone.

Without waiting for a reply Phil tugged down her knickers and they fell around her ankles. Karen felt so exposed and vulnerable across his lap. He then felt down her crease and found her clit. Karen exhaled sharply as he gently tweaked it. He then slid a finger into her cunt. He found her so wet he laughed.

"God, you get so wet." He exclaimed. He couldn't resist bringing the finger to his mouth and sucking off the juices. He went back again, this time pushing two fingers inside her. He pumped them in and out a few times before withdrawing. This time he reached under her and coated his cock in her come with a couple of strokes. He then went back for a third time. This time he held his sticky fingers under Karen's nose.

"Lick them." He barked. Karen didn't hesitate and gladly sucked his fingers clean.

Karen then heard a swish in the air and a split second later felt his hand make contact.

"One." He said. Karen took a deep breath. "What do you say?" He continued. Karen was a little confused.

In the end she offered "Thank you?"

"Thank you what?" He went on. Karen realised she was beginning to get the hang of this submissive play.

"Thank you Sir."

"Better." Was all he said before continuing his chastisement. After each slap she accepted she had to thank him.

After the final hit he slid her down to the floor. He pulled off her top and then her socks. Phil got behind her and tied her wrists together with one of the socks. Karen smiled, Ah, Ok she thought. Phil looked down at her on her knees with pure lust in his face.

He stepped closer and held his cock in front of her face. He then wiped it around her lips and cheeks. A combination of her juice and his precum gave her face a lovely sheen. She found this intoxicating and tried to capture the head in her mouth. He teased her a bit longer before he said; "Open up."

She looked up at him and held her sweet little mouth open. He grabbed her hair by the pony tail before pushed her head onto him. The size difference made it difficult to get much more of him in. She desperately wanted to pleasure him by now and doubled her efforts. As good as if felt Phil wanted to get his cock between her other lips.

He pulled her up and deposited her roughly on the bed. Her red bottom hung over the edge. Kneeling down behind her and pushed his face between her cheeks. His long tongue swiped up and down her slit.

Phil then looked down at her tight little anus. God, he thought - how much would I like to fuck her there. She'd probably let him try but he knew in his heart he just wasn't going to fit.

He could however still enjoy it. He pushed his tongue out and started jabbing at it. This drove Karen crazy and she started thrashing around trying to get away from him. He held her firm and as her rear hole relaxed to the pressure he found he could get a good deal of his tongue in her. Phil continued to rim her and then started rubbing her clit. Karen screamed as her orgasm caught her off guard.

Phil couldn't wait any longer and wedged himself between her hips. He untied her wrists then directed his cock at her cunt lips. Rather than thrusting in though, he just kept putting the head in and then rubbing it over her anus. Christ Karen thought - he's not going too, is he?

It took all of Phil's effort not to press his cock in and moved it back down to her lips. This time he did thrust in with vigour. Mary shouted "Yeessss!" Phil grabbed her ponytail again and started fucking her in earnest. He repeatedly pulled her back onto his manhood.

Phil looked down and was delighted to see her creaming over his cock again. He couldn't take his eyes from the scene. He realised he wasn't going to last much longer. Karen sensed his heightened arousal and thought about his ejaculation. She so wanted to feel his come pump into her. She had a fleeting thought that maybe she could get a morning after pill on the way home tomorrow...

In the end, Phil made the decision for her and pulled out. He rolled her over and knelt by her side. Karen looked on with wide eyes as he wanked his cock whilst looking over her body.

"Do it." She said holding her breasts. He gave a growl and pointed his cock to her breasts. He overshot though and hit her squarely in the face. Luckily it missed her eyes and she could watch the rest. He pumped over her breasts, belly then her thighs. As he was coming down from his orgasm, she got up on her elbows and drew his softening cock into mouth. She found she could get more of it in now so greedily mouthed him. After a minute he withdrew and she found her mouth was half full of come. Karen opened her mouth to show him, smiled and swallowed down.

Phil bent down and held her face. His kissed her passionately and returned the favour when Karen snaked her tongue into his mouth.

They spent the next dosing. Phil eventually spoke; "You know, you gave in far too soon."

Karen propped herself up and looked sternly at Phil.

"What the fuck do you mean by that?" Before he could answer she hit him hard in the chest with the palm of her hand. He laughed and put his arms up to protect himself as she hit him again and again.

"You absolute Barstard." When she'd finally stopped he smiled and said;

"I simply meant you threw the towel in too soon on the chess game - you had me totally stuffed there."

"Get out of here." She said throwing a pillow at him as he left "And next time it's my turn to fuck you!"

"I'd like to see you try." He shouted back.

Karen smiled - she had the old Phil back.

The End.

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Footnote; their transport couldn't get through to them the next day due the blocked trails, so Karen got her wish. Phil actually took it well and didn't complain (too much) at the role reversal. Zip ties, kitchen utensils and margarine were all used in what proved a memorable day's fun. In the back of the 4x4 on the day it did get through to them, Karen realised she'd actually met her soul mate and so did what any self respecting person would do - she asked him to marry her...