Keith called up to Virginia, shouting to make himself heard over the howl of the wind.
"I've got the driver. Make the rope secure, I'm coming up."
Twisting in the tight confines of the Porsche's cabin, Keith clasped the lovely oriental woman and began to tug her out of the partially wedged door. It was awkward...he could barely squeeze through the narrow opening, his powerful arms wrapped around her, shuffling backward. She was almost clear when Keith felt resistance...he set his feet, and pulled. The resistance suddenly eased, and Keith fell backward on to the snow. Shaking his head to clear it, he rose and saw what had caused the obstruction.
The woman's skirt must have been caught, perhaps on the car's handbrake, as he had tried to pull her out. It had slid off as he had tugged her free. The oriental woman lay face down in the snow, and neither her flesh tone pantyhose nor the white thong she wore beneath it did anything to hide the most beautiful, taut and pert buttocks Keith had ever seen..... |