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The Log Cabin Ch. 01

By: CharlieB4



Hi

This is my first story in this category, I originally posted this in non consent/reluctance as one off but now have decided to do some subsequent chapters and feel erotic horror is a better fit. This story is told from multiple points of view, the name of which appears before their section.

Chapter two was submitted the same day and should be close by.

Cheers

CharlieB4

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Sue:

She sat cross legged, naked in front of the mirror brushing her hair. It was an evening ritual that stretched back to her teenage years. As she brushed she studied her reflection, not a teenager anymore. 

Some lines had appeared, particularly in the last twelve months. It was just under twelve months since she had sat and listened with her partner as they were informed he would be dead inside twelve months. The year had passed slowly, she had felt in limbo. Impotent, unable to help, merely able to watch as he went through the agony of his death sentence.

When the end had finally come, she had been guilty at the sense of relief as well as the sorrow.

After the funeral she had retreated to the cabin in the mountains they had obtained two years before. It was nestled in the pines just below the snow line. They had renovated it themselves, upgrading the living quarters and adding a studio basement for them to practice their craft. Unfortunately they had only got to spend three short months there together before they had to return to the city.

Away from the limelight she had worked through the grief and loss. Gradually she had rebuilt her life to the point he felt she was ready to face the world again and she was planning a trip back to the city in two weeks time.

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Steve:

Why the hell did they build a jail on the other side of this damn mountain!

Constable Steve Hautann was driving his patrol car to Mt Hutt Correctional Facility up the winding mountain pass. It had stopped snowing but it still made the the road a slushy mess.

In the back were two inmates that had been in the local lock up after court appearances. An influx of bikers had the sheriff worried that he needed the lock up empty before the weekend. Hence this trip to take these guys to Mt Hutt. 

Normally I don't mind doing this drive but not at night, especially a Friday night, even worse with the bad weather on the mountain. Anyway I was almost there, another ten minutes and I should be turning into the high steel gates. My two charges had been silent in the back, hand cuffed and shackled to the floor. There was one tall skinny kid who was a short timer in for break and enter and assault. The other guy was older, thick set and covered in tattoos. He was a bad arse, in for rape and murder. He was half way through a twenty year stretch and the police prosecutor was keen to add another ten to that.

I know you should never relax while driving and as I was sliding towards the tree and time seemed to be slowing down I wondered if I could have done something different. I had seen the deer in my peripheral vision a split second before it charged onto the road. My dad's voice came back to me.

"Don't brake, better to hit the fucker than slide off the road!"

Unfortunately I had braked, I missed the deer but ended up in an uncontrolled slide. I was off the road and into the slush, fighting to get some control. I saw the tree and knew I was in trouble. My door was heading straight for it, I put the pedal to the metal hoping that the wheels may grip and get me back on the road but to no avail. I braced for impact but I hadn't seen the low branch heading for my window. Before the car hit the tree it had broken the window and pierced my neck. In that instant I knew I was fucked I mumbled sorry to myself, then the car hit the tree and I thought no more.

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Tim:

I had been sleeping when I heard the cop swear as the car started sliding. I didn't know what was happening then suddenly we broadsided a tree off the side of the road. I was thrown across the back seat towards Big Kev, however the shackles stopped me from ending up on his lap. Initially I was dazed but as I got my senses back I took in the scene inside the squad car. 

The cop was dead, a branch had penetrated the side of his neck and was now protruding out his throat. Blood still came out the wound and ran down his shirt. From the angle of his head I think his neck was broken as well. Big Kev was out to it, it looked like his head had hit the window hard. Blood trickled from his temple but he was breathing steadily. The car was still running its lights pointing back towards the road.

My wrists and ankles hurt from the wrench of the cuffs in the crash but when I looked down it appeared that the bar I was shackled to the floor with was loose. I lifted my hands and it definitely moved so I began alternating between lifting it up with my hands and stamping back down on it with my feet. Just when I thought it wasn't going to budge it gave and I was free. Well almost, I was still hand cuffed and in the back seat but the barrier between the front and the back had been knocked askew in the accident. I lifted my feet and began kicking at it until it broke off completely. Reaching over the front seat I got the keys to the cuffs from the dead cops pocket and now I was free.

I was about to bale out when a hand closed over my arm.

"You weren't thinking of leaving me here were you Timmy?" Big Kev said menacingly.

"No! No! Of course not Kev." I replied quickly.

I undid his cuffs and shackles then got out my door. He slid across and exited the same way.

"How long before someone comes looking for us? I asked feeling the cold now I was out of the car.

"Probably an hour but we will be long gone by then." Kev replied as he open the front door of the squad car.

He reached across and undid the cops seat belt then dragged him out of the car. The branch coming out of his neck made a sickening sound and I vomited on the snow as Kev dropped his body in the slush.

"I might stay, my lawyer thinks I might get parole next week." I said wiping my mouth on my sleeve.

"No fucking chance boy! Your coming with me, you might be useful." Kev had moved closer using his bulk to intimidate me.

"Well I ......um" Kev grabbed me by the throat.

"Your coming with me or your joining him in the slush!"

"Okay! okay!" I stammered and he released me. "How are we going to get away? They will catch us in no time on foot."

"If we can get this car back on the road then we can be across the state lines before they know we are gone. Get some branches to put under the back wheels and we will see if we can get it off the tree and back on the road."

We got some branches and I got in the drivers seat. I hit the accelerator in little spurts while Kev threw himself at the back end of the car. It took longer than I thought but eventually we get disentangled from the tree and back on the road. Big Kev then went back and picked up the cops body and started back to the car.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I exclaimed.

"It's too late to go for the state line tonight, by the time we get back down they may have discovered what happened and block the road." Kev explained.

"So what's that got to do with his body?" 

"I remember on the way up in the prison bus there as a cliff face we drove along the edge of. It dropped into some pretty ugly country. If we push the car over the edge with him in it, it might give us two days before they work out we are missing! So open the back door so I can get him inside."

Kev heaved him into the backseat then jumped in the passenger side and scooted across to the drivers seat. I stood hesitating until Kev showed me he had the policeman's gun and I reluctantly got in.

"What are we going to do when we ditch the car? We will freeze to death out there!" I was starting to get a little hysterical.

"Just follow Big Kev, I have a knack for getting out of trouble!"

Coming from someone doing twenty years in the big house that wasn't a very comforting statement.

We drove for about twenty minutes until we left the trees and were on a rocky pass. Kev stopped the car and pointed for me to get out, I did and he turned the car so it was aiming for the side of the road towards a gap in the safety fence. Getting out he opened the back door took the dead guy out and placed him in the drivers seat.

"Give me a hand!" he ordered as he bent down behind he car to push it off the cliff.

I lent on it too and it trundled towards the edge then over it. We stood and listened, it took some time until we heard a crunch as it slammed into the rocks below.

"Right follow me!" Kev said as he headed back up the road we had just come down.

"Why that way? Isn't it back towards the jail?"

"Trust me." Kev bellowed over his shoulder.

We walked back up the road about a mile until we were in the trees again. Kev had the cops flashlight and pistol and he was playing the light along the side of the road.

"Here it is!" he said proudly pointing at a track that led off to the left.

"It's probably just a fire trail, it won't take us anywhere!" I whined.

Kev moved the light to show something else. An old mailbox.

"Fire trails don't have mailboxes, and this track has been used, not a lot but I reckon there is a cabin up there we can hole up in tonight."

We started up the track and after another two miles I was starting to doubt Kev but then he killed his light and held up his hand to stop my progress. Around the corner there was a log cabin, there were two light burning in windows. 

"We will take it slow from here, check out who's home before we invite ourselves inside."

I went around one side and Kev went around the other. It was all quiet my side, the cabin was larger than it looked from the front. A new wing was built out the back with big glass windows showing an open plan living, dining and kitchen area. In the middle of the lounge room floor sat a woman. A naked woman, brushing her long luxurious hair. I was getting aroused when I felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Anyone else your side?" It was Kev.

"No, all quiet." I reported still staring at the beautiful creature through the window.

"Looks like we really lucked in tonight! Follow me there is an open window around this side."

We went around the side Kev had come from. The open window was fairly high up so I had to give Kev a boost. Shit, he was heavy. He then leaned out the window gripped my forearm and lifted me up. We appeared to be in a bedroom, slowly we made our way back to the main living area where we had seen the woman. Along the way we checked the other rooms to make sure that there were no other people we didn't know about.

On the threshold of the main room Kev stopped me.

"The woman is mine, it's been five years since I've had some pussy and I'm going to enjoy this one! You stop here so she can't run back this way." he grinned an evil grin then he moved into the room.

For a big man Kev moved swiftly and quietly. He was on the girl before she knew what was happening. Looking up to see a hulking figure standing over her she tried to stand but he slapped her hard in the side of the head sending her sprawling. She squealed and tried to scramble away but he followed her aiming a brutal kick into her stomach. Now curled up tight in a ball with her hands covering her head she panted trying to get air back into her lungs. Kev lent over her prone form.

"Now listen up darling! From now until the end of your miserable life you are going to be my slut. If you behave then we might get along, if not then I'll still have my fun but you will be dead a lot quicker!"

The woman didn't respond merely tucked her knees up tighter.

"That's not the response I was looking for!" Kev bellowed, he reached down grabbed a handful of he ladies hair and dragged her to her feet. She tried to kick out at him but he hurled her towards the dining table.

She crashed into it sending chairs crashing over. Before she could regain her feet he was on her again, grabbing a fist full of hair again he bent her body over the table. Holding her head hard against the table Kev began unbuttoning the front of his prison overalls. He hauled out his hard cock and laid it on her buttocks.

"Feel that bitch! That's going to be inside everyone of your holes tonight!" he hissed.

The woman closed her legs shut but was only rewarded by Kev lifting her head and viciously slamming it back down on the table. Blood flowed from her nose and mouth but there was no more fight in her. Kev kicked her legs apart again and lined up to fuck her.

"I'll go easy on you for now and stick to your cunt. I won't last long at first but we have got all night to get better acquainted." He thrust forward to emphasis his point forcing a grunt from the poor woman.

He was right about not taking long, within a minute he was stiffening as he pump his first load into her. She didn't make another sound after the initial entry nor did she move to accommodate him. Once he had pulled out he released her hair and she propped herself up to to wipe the blood off her face.

"Don't you want to know my name?" She asked blood dribbling down her chin.

"No you are either slut, whore or darling. So darling, into the bedroom with you! You have got a lot more work to do before I'm finished."

Kev grabbed her arm and half led, half dragged her to the bedroom we had entered. As she went past me she looked at me, more than looked at me, studied me. It felt like she could read my thoughts and feelings. She winked at me then Kev pulled on her again and they were gone.

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Sue:

The assault had been a lot worse than I expected when I saw them outside. Not the worst, the big bastard was no where near as rough as my step-dad. I was going to enjoy him later. His partner was also interesting he might be nice to play with as well. 

My immediate future was brought into sharp focus as the big guy pushed me into the main bedroom and onto the bed. He set about getting his prison overalls off completely.

"Righto slut where do you want it next, mouth or butt?" He asked with an evil chuckle.

"How about a massage?" I suggested innocently.

He laughed, "Alright darling, relax me then you can decide."

He lay face down on the bed and I straddled his body. I started rubbing in the middle of his back slowly working my way up to his neck. He gasped.

"Your really good at this! Have you decided which place I get to fuck you yet?" He enquired. 

My hands were at his neck now and I slid them around feeling for the sweet spot that I had learnt in my martial arts class as a teenager. Pressing my thumbs into the spot at the base of his skull caused him to go rigid beneath me. I leaned forward so I could whisper in his ear.

"You know you really should check out who your fucking with!" I hissed.

Keeping the pressure on with one thumb I reached across to the bedside table. Opening the drawer I felt around for the syringe I kept preloaded for exactly this purpose. Taking it out I pulled off the needle cover with my teeth and then held it in the fat pricks line of sight.

"Have you heard of Karl the Carnivore?" His eyes widened. "I thought you might! Well I'm his loving wife!" 

I pressed the needle into his flabby bicep. I could smell urine, I hope he didn't shit himself too, that was always a bastard to clean up.

"Don't worry, this won't kill you. That will take probably a week, is amazing how long the human body can stand losing bits before it shuts down. You should keep me and your boy fed for some time!" 

A tear appeared at the corner of his eye.

"It's great that you bought him along, since Karl got the lethal injection I've been in mourning but I decided just today that I needed a new puppy to train. He looks perfect. Now it's time for you to go to sleep for a while. I need to get you down to my studio so I can start dinner preparations. Have you heard of prairie oysters? Junior is going to love my variation on that theme! Nighty night fat boy!"

I pressed the plunger and the next chapter of my life started. 

The Log Cabin Ch. 02



Hi 

Here is chapter two, hope you enjoy it.

Thanks to Daddy's Beauty for her invaluable help with the plot and editing. 

Chapter 02: Suppertime

Tim:

I woke with a start. When Kev had taken the woman to the bedroom I had turned off the light and laid down on the lounge. I was supposed to keep watch through the window, but I must have fallen asleep.

The light was on in the kitchen area and the room was filled with the smell of asian cooking. Sitting up he could see the woman in a bathrobe standing beside the cooktop stirring something in a wok. She turned and saw me awake.

"Evening sunshine!" She said brightly.

What was she so chirpy for? Kev had just beaten the shit out of her and then fucked her.

"You hungry? I'm just going to stir fry a little supper."

"Umm, yeah I guess....Where's Kev?"

She gigged, "He got a bit more than he bargained for, I think. He is having a lie down. It took more out of him than he thought." She winked, that same wicked wink I had seen when Kev had hustled her to the bedroom.

Taking the wok off the heat she left the kitchen and headed towards me. Her hair was wet so she had showered, the robe was very short. It just covered the essentials but her long toned legs were completely on show.

Just then there was a crackle of a radio coming from behind her and a distorted voice called for a helicopter to check the ravine beside the cliff on the Mt. Hutt road. I must have looked startled because she held up both hands to calm me.

"Easy kid! It's just a scanner, they hand them out to residences this close to a correctional facility so they can keep up to date if anyone escapes. You two have caused quite a commotion."

"Oh right."

She turned back and turned it down before coming back towards me. I was confused, what was this ladies angle?

"There are some clothes on the table. Best give me that prison uniform before the police start searching for you." She said pointing to a small table behind the lounge. "They are my late husband's and I think you are a similar build."

Now I was really suspicious, why was she helping me? She had just been violently assaulted. Now, she was standing in front of me wearing very little wanting me to get naked.

"Why are you doing this?" I took a step back away from her advance.

She folded her arms across her chest which caused the robe to open more revealing the curves of her breast. Flashing me a playful smile she continued.

"I'm no friend of the authorities, you will be safe here if we take some precautions. Now get changed and I'll dispose of the overalls in the furnace. The rice is almost done, once it's ready I'll add the ingredients to my spice base and we will have supper.

She wasn't taking no for an answer so I started getting my overalls off.

"There's underwear in the pile too so get it all off."

I looked back at her smiling at me and felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"Oh come on!" She laughed, "How many men are in the shower with you in jail? Your not shy are you? Would this help?"

With her amusement still playing across her face, she opened her robe, revealing her gorgeous body again. She had full breasts that were only just beginning to give in to gravity. A flat toned stomach gave way to full hips and those long legs. A small triangle of trimmed pubic hair hid her feminine charms.

"No! Not really.... I don't....... Umm... I don't even know your name!" I sputtered lamely.

With another laugh she closed her robe.

"It's Sue, what's yours?"

"Tim."

I was struggling to get the overalls off my left leg. Trying to hide an erection wasn't helping. Suddenly, I overbalanced and began to fall sideways. Sue stepped forward and caught me. Her hands were soft and warm on my arm.

"Careful!" She warned, "We can't have you hurting yourself, stand up and I'll do the rest."

I resisted still self-conscious of my arousal.

"Come on Tim! I'm a girl, your a boy. You know what I've got, I know what you've got! Let's be adults here. Stand up straight!"

I did as she instructed and Sue moved in front of me. Those warm hands travelled down my chest to the bottom of my singlet then she lifted it over my head. Her hands then played across my chest and shoulders before moving down to my boxer shorts.

"Mmmm you are well put together Tim, have you been working out?"

Any reply was caught in my throat as she dropped to her knees, her hands on my thighs.

"Let's get these pesky overalls off first. Put your hands on my head to balance yourself, then lift up your foot."

Her hands slid down my left leg, and pulled the overalls free, placing them next to the singlet. My erection was almost painful now as it strained against my boxers. As Sue lifted her head she had to move back a little. Her hands travelled slowly up the outside of my legs as she gazed at my package.

"My, my, that's not a tent that's a big top!" Looking up at my face Sue grinned. "Have you got a circus going on in there?"

I couldn't hide my embarrassment as my face went from pink to red. With her hands on the waistband of the boxers she began inching them down.

"I might need some scissors to free this sucker!" She teased.

She continued pulling my underwear down until my cock sprung free.

"Well, that's quite a tool you have there! How long since it has been out of the box?"

My mind raced, what the fuck was going on here? I couldn't think of an answer as she slipped my boxers over each foot. Looking back up at me she took a firm grip around the base of my shaft.

"I guess this is a bad time to tell you I don't suck on the first date."

Sue stood up using my cock as a support to steady herself. Leaning in close to me I could smell her shampoo and freshly cleaned body. Her hand made a couple of slow passes up and down my dick then she bent and picked up the prison clothes and moved away.

"Best get dressed Timmy or you'll catch a cold!" She giggled as she made her way towards the kitchen.

I dressed, being very careful not to catch my deflating penis in the zipper of the pants. Sue appeared back in the kitchen after disposing of my prison gear. She checked a pressure cooker on the bench and turned the valve on top to release the steam.

"Rice is done, grab a beer from the refrigerator and sit at the table. It won't take long to fry up the vegetables and meat. You are carnivorous aren't you?"

"I'm what?"

"Carnivorous? You know, a meat eater!"

"Oh yeah, sure am! What are you cooking it smells funny?" I asked as I went to the fridge.

"Haven't you had Asian cooking before?"

"Yeah I used to have Chinese all the time." I replied, opening my beer and heading back to the table.

"This is Thai, lots of lemongrass and coriander and a dash of chili. Much tastier!"

I watched as she cooked from the table. It was like one of those cooking shows on television. Sue had all the ingredients in separate bowls. After returning the wok with the spice mix to the stove top she began adding the various bits stirring them together as the wok hissed and spat. My stomach began to rumble, I hadn't eaten since lunch and I hadn't eaten a home cooked meal in nine months.

Sue finished her cooking, getting two bowls from a drawer she heaped a large spoonful of rice in both then scooped out some of her Thai and placed it on top. She placed both on the table then returned to the kitchen and got herself a glass of wine before sitting across from me. I poked through the bowl the smell was different to anything I had experienced before but it wasn't offensive. There were weird vegetables in the bowl I couldn't put a name to.

"Eat up before it gets cold!" Sue encouraged me.

Placing my fork into a green leafy thing I asked, "what this?"

"Baby Bok Choy, it's like Chinese spinach. Taste it."

I did and it was good. I mixed it up with the rice and started wolfing it down. I stuck my fork in what looked like a piece of sausage and held it up.

"And what's this?"

"Well, there is a mixture of chorizo sausage and a blood sausage I just picked up earlier this evening so it could be either."

"Isn't chorizo Spanish or Italian?"

"Yes, but I think it adds a bit of kick to the dish. What do you think?"

I took a bite but it wasn't hot so it mustn't have been the chorizo. I kept eating and was enjoying the meal and the view across the table.

Cleaning up the last of the rice in my bowl I looked up to see Sue smiling at me.

"That was good! What do you call that? Is there some left?"

"I don't know, it was just an invention I put together with whatever was handy......umm....I suppose I would call it Thai inspired Mt Hutt oysters with chorizo."

"They don't have oyster here, they come from the ocean."

"Haven't you heard of Prairie oysters?" Sue asked with a grin.

"Never been near the mid-west."

"Well, at calf marking time they save some of the calf testicles as a local delicacy. Prairie oysters."

"Holy shit! I was eating calf balls!"

"No no no! Not calf balls.....um.... pig's balls. A feral pig's balls."

"Err it tasted great until you told me that. I think I'll pass on the seconds. Leave some for Big Kev."

Sue laughed. "He wasn't very happy when I told him my dinner plans either. I don't think we will see him up here tonight."

As Sue laughed her bath robe opened up again giving me glimpses of those beautiful breasts. I couldn't help but stare, and she made no move to cover them up.

"What were you in for?" She asked after she sat back down.

"Stupid really, I was at my cousins for a party and his older brother came by. The party was breaking up so we went for a ride in his brother's new car. His brother stopped at his ex girlfriends house and said we had to pick something up that he had left behind. It was locked but we found an open window and got inside. I thought we would just be in and out but once the brother got inside he started trashing the place."

"That's hardly an offense to get you put in jail."

"I had some juvenile priors and the DA had a hard on at the time against youth crime. They charged me with breaking and entering, resisting arrested. The judge was a hard arse so he gave me five years." I looked down at my hands to hide some tears.

Sue reached for my hands and held them in hers. "Were you appealing?"

"Yeah, that's why I was out of Mt. Hutt, I've got a new public defender and he thinks he could get me parole really soon. I guess I've fucked that up now."

Sue stood up and came around the table. She took my head and held it to her stomach as I sobbed quietly.

"Don't worry, you won't be going back to that place. We'll sort something out."

She squatted down so her face was level with mine and held my head so I was looking directly into my eyes.

"Do you trust me Tim? If you trust me and work with me we can keep you out of prison.

Do you trust me Tim?"

"Yes" I said, not sure that I believed it.

She kissed me lightly on the lips, pausing a bit to long. This wasn't a comfort or a family kiss, it held the promise of more, so much more. My cock was responding again when she stood.

"Come on, help me clean up the kitchen and we will turn up the police scanner and see what's going on."

We took the plates to the kitchen, and I packed the dishwasher while Sue went to the bathroom. The police hunt had been scaled back. It was snowing heavily now and the helicopter had to return to base. It had found the police car and managed to winch somebody to get the policeman's body. The last voice we heard was the sheriff.

"That will do for tonight boys! If those two are out there they will likely freeze to death. If they survive then they will be looking for rescue in the morning. That's if the storm blows itself out by then."

Sue started humming "Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow." Taking my hand she led me to the bathroom.

"I put a towel in there, have a shower and I'll get you some pajamas."

I stripped and got under the steaming hot water. I was washing my hair when I heard the bathroom door open. It's just Sue dropping off my pajamas I thought then the shower door opened and she stepped in with me.

"I thought you might need someone to wash your back." She said.

I turned and she soaped me up but her hands soon wondered to my butt and then around the front.

"What about Kev?" I asked turning to face her.

"Don't worry about him," she whispered in my ear as she stoked my cock. "He's still sound asleep."

"But he said you were his!" I replied remembering his vice like grip.

"Don't worry baby, a big boy like you," she cooed, putting her arms around my neck and pulling me close. "You could eat him for dinner!"



The Log Cabin Ch. 03



Thanks to Daddy's Beauty for finding time in her holiday for editing. 

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Sue:

Tim was sleeping. He had proved himself a very capable if inexperienced lover. With some gentle tips and hints he had me squealing quite a few times. Outstanding stamina, maybe a little lacking in size but his enthusiasm and quick recovery time made up for that. 

After our torrid session between the sheets we had both slept but I had woken remembering Kev down in the basement. I looked out the window as I made my way to the stairs and saw it was still snowing. An idea was forming in my head. In one of our rest periods Tim had told me how they had come to escape and what they had done with the policeman and his car. After bad snow storms bodies of lost hikers in these mountains were sometimes not found until the spring thaw. After a dump this big it would take sometime to find the police car again. 

In the basement Kev was still unconscious on the table. I went to the drug cabinet and got a syringe full of a drug to counteract the narcotic I had been drip feeding him to keep him sedated. In twenty minutes he would be lucid again so I began taking the dressing off his groin. Once it was off I admired my handiwork.

Karl, my previous partner had been a medical student before he was kicked out in third year. One of his professors caught him trying to sneak out a kidney from a cadaver. Officially his expulsion was for disciplinary reasons, no medical school wants it known publicly that they have had a cannibal enrolled for two and a half years.

He had taught me a lot about surgical techniques, anesthetics and infection control. The last was most important if you wanted to keep the "animals" alive so there was fresh meat. One guy we keep alive for two weeks as we stripped the flesh for his body. That had been my plan for Kev but as they would most likely come looking for the escapees I planned to throw the police a bone. It would keep them off Tim's scent and hopefully bond him to me at least until I see if he has got what it takes.

Kev began moaning as I removed the stitches from his scrotum. Closing wounds was important for infection control but finding sutures in a dead body might raise a few questions on an autopsy table. I would have to dirty up my cauterizing job on where I had removed his penis as well.

Kev's eyes opened and he looked around. Probably in another five minutes he would be with it enough to understand what I was going to tell him. I left him and went to find a body bag. Karl and I had acquired a few from a mortuary, they were handy to move the remains of our "animals".

Upon my return I saw Kev was struggling against the restraints.

"Morning darling!" I said brightly, mocking him.

"What have you done to me you bitch!" He hissed.

"Just a little cosmetic surgery darling. You're now two stone lighter!"

He looked at me not understanding. I undid the restraint holding his head down and grabbing a fist full of hair lifted his head. I then pointed down at his crotch so he could now see my work.

"See Kev, you're just like a Ken doll now!"

Kev screamed and I laughed.

"With a bit more practice you might make a boy soprano." I continued laughing.

"I'll kill you! You bitch!"

I slammed his head back down on the stainless steel table and leaned in closer to his ear.

"I don't think so Kevvy darling, but I am a little disappointed. I would have loved to have kept you for longer. Now I have bigger plans for you. You are going to help me keep Tim out of jail. The police are going to find your frozen body near the crash site. They won't bother looking to hard for Tim then, they will wait for the spring thaw and hope he shows up."

"They will see what you have done to me!" Kev gasped.

"No, my darling. They will see what a wolf or a fox has done to you."

Tears were flowing down Kev's cheeks.

"Well at least get it over with!" He moaned.

"No Kev, they have to find you frozen, it wouldn't be any good if the coroner thought you were the victim of foul play."

I held up another syringe, and he went even more pale.

"It's not like the other one Kev, this isn't a muscle relaxant. It's will make your muscles contract, you will be as stiff as a board. You will still be able to hear and feel and think but not move. I'll just tell Tim it's rigor mortis as he helps me fling you over the cliff. If your lucky you will die from the fall or hitting something on the way down. I kinda hope you land in a big snow drift, then as you lay there unable to move you will slowly freeze." 

"They will find the drug in the autopsy!" Kev was grasping at straws.

"They wouldn't bother to look but if they did, this drug degrades below freezing. As your blood freezes it returns to its base elements."

"Please! Please! Please don't, just kill me please!"

He was openly sobbing now, it was depressing really. So I put the needle into the IV line I had connected to him and the sobbing stopped.

Tim:

I woke in the dark in a soft bed on fresh sheets with a sore dick. I was in heaven. When I had left the county lock-up to go back to prison I wouldn't have contemplated this happening. Being honest it was a bit like a dream, a very wet dream. I stretched out expecting to find Sue somewhere within reach. She wasn't there.

Opening my eyes, I looked about in the gloom. I was startled to see her standing at the foot of the bed in a nightgown. For a moment there was something unsettling about her gaze. Then she smiled and my heart skipped a beat. She glided around the bed end moving towards me. I pulled the covers back so she could get in but instead she sat on the edge.

"Tim, I have something to tell you." Sue said quietly.

Damn! Why does there always have to be complications. I had thought this was too good to be true. I stayed silent.

"Kev wasn't sleeping before, I...er....I killed him."

"You killed Big Kev?" I didn't believe her.

"I had a knife stashed in the room I got behind him to rub his back and then I stabbed him. He raped me, I killed him!"

It was hard to argue with that logic. After being in prison somebody killing someone wasn't such a big deal, they talked of little else.

"Okay, so what does that mean? Do you want me to go? Do you want to kill me?" That creepy feeling was back.

"No Tim! You haven't hurt me. I want to help you. I think I may have a way to keep you out of prison and under the radar for a while." 

"Look Sue just call the police. I'll tell them that he attacked you. It will be self defense. I'll just go back to jail."

She leaned forward over me and kissed me full on the lips. Standing again she lifted her gown over her head then climbed back into bed straddling me. My cock was stiffening against her pussy lips as she leaned forward to whisper in my ear.

"I don't want you back in jail! I want you here!" Sue said urgently as she reached down rubbing my now hard dick up and down against her sex. Once she was wet enough she aimed my head for her hole then sunk back, impaling herself with a groan.

"Do I have your attention now." 

"Oh Yes!" I replied as I let my hands wander down to cup her arse.

"Good, because I have a plan that I need your help with."

"I'm really good with your plans!" I said as I began thrusting up inside her.

"Slow down my boy!" Sue lifted herself up, nearly breaking contact. "You have to concentrate, we can play later."

I stopped my thrusting but continued rubbing her legs and bum as she settled back on my pole.

"It's still snowing outside and they forecast it will continue for twelve more hours. If we take Kev's body and heave it over the cliff near where you dumped the car and policeman hopefully they will find it and think your both dead but you are buried too deep in the snow."

"Sounds like a plan." I replied moving my attack to her breasts.

Sue slapped my hands away then hit me across the face.

"What the fuck?" I cried rubbing my stinging cheek. At that moment there was that wild unsettling look again.

"Pay attention!" She snarled. "This is important! I'm trying to help you!"

"Well, you are very distracting!" I retorted.

"Would you rather we had this discussion in the kitchen?" She replied lifting herself up once again.

Grabbing her I pulled her back down. "No! No! Here is fine, I'll be good I promise!"

The smile returned and she settled on my shaft squeezing her pussy muscles to show her dominance over me.

"Oh God that feels good!" I groaned.

"You remember that next time you consider disobeying me. Now where was I, that's right the snow. We have to go soon so there is enough snow after to cover our tracks and to make sure Kev is really frozen."

"Won't the knife wound be a give away?" 

"No, I have already scratched him up a bit, they will think an animal got to him first."

"How do we get back there? The snow and everything will make the road really dangerous."

"There is a snowmobile in the garage, it will get us there and back."

"It seems like you have got all bases covered. Can I start to pay attention to other things now?" My eyes moved to her breasts.

"Alright," she giggled. "You have ten minutes then it's out into the cold!"

It was an enjoyable ten minutes!

After we concluded our funny business Sue got up turned the light on and pointed to the wardrobe.

"Try some of those clothes on, they are my late husbands. His snow jacket is down stairs with some gloves and hat but get as much as you can on because it's cold out there. I'm going to have a quick shower. You do make a mess young man!"

It felt weird wearing a dead mans clothes but I found some thermals and heavy pants and two woolen jumpers. I was waiting in the kitchen when Sue appeared similarly dressed for the cold. She went to a large cupboard near the door and pulled out a couple of heavy jackets. 

"Gloves and hat are in the pockets." He said as she threw one towards me.

"Where's Kev?" I asked. 

"Outside just near the outside entrance to the basement."

"How did you get him out there?" 

"Some of us don't sleep all the time." Sue opened the front door and the icy wind charged in.

Outside Sue pointed to a lump partially cover by snow at the top of some stairs leading to the basement. The wind was howling to much to attempt conversation so she motioned for me to go to Kev's body, while she made for the garage.

The main door to the garage opened and Sue appeared driving a side by side converted to running in the snow. After backing up to where I was she got out and joined me at the other end of the lump. Reaching down she located some handles and signaled for me to do the same my end. It appeared to be a body bag like you see on TV in the crime shows.

We lifted him into the small tray on the back. He was some dead weight, I once again wondered how she got him out there.

With Kev in the back we made for the cab. It was protection from the wind but that was about all. The was no insulation mostly just Perspex and plastic so we kept our jackets and gloves on. It had a big set of lights and was very nimble on what would have been a very treacherous drive otherwise. Once on the road it was better but the wind was still horrendous. Just before we left the cover of the trees Sue stopped. Leaning close to make it easier to hear she spoke.

"You need to go down on foot first to make sure they haven't stationed a cop at the site of the accident. How far was it from here?"

"About half a mile." I answered.

Leaning past me she opened a compartment in the dash and pulled out two hand held UHF radios. 

"Give me a call if the coast is clear."

Reluctantly I got out and trudged down the road with only the police flashlight we had liberated from the police car to guide me. After some slipping and sliding I got to the spot and it was deserted. I called Sue and she arrived soon after. I pointed to where we had pushed the car through the gap in the railing and she backed up to the railing about twenty yards from the gap. 

Getting out she hopped up in the back and began unzipping the body bag. I got a look at my second dead body in the last twenty four hours. Kev didn't look as bad as the policeman, almost as though he was sleeping with his eyes open. His prison overalls had some bloodstains on them but there wasn't a lot. I guess he must not have been wearing it when he was stabbed. I grabbed his legs and Sue grabbed his arms. It was harder without the handles and he seemed less stiff than before. We got him balancing on the railing then we both gave a shove. He rolled off and sat on the edge of the drop for a moment. I thought I was going to have to get over and give him another kick but he began to roll and disappeared from view. It must have been the wind but I almost thought I heard a stifled scream.



The Log Cabin Ch. 1



Holly blinked her eyes and rolled over in bed, the scent of the crisp northern air fresh and clear. She knew it must be at least ten o'clock given the way the sun filtered into the room through the simple sheer cotton drapes of the cabin window. Yet, she didn't want to get out of bed just yet and leave the wonderful dreams of her lover, the tall slim man with the mysterious hazel eyes and the softest, most tender and loving touch she had ever known. Her body felt so warm and safe lying beneath the covers, but the day would be warm and the thought that he would soon be joining her made her pull the covers back and rise up from the bed.

A shiver echoed through her long, lean body as the morning air greeted her when she slipped her long shapely legs down over the edge of the bed. Running a hand through her short strawberry blonde hair, naturally red but now streaked blonde by the sun, she brought her hand lazily down over the back of her neck, then down past her shoulder to her breast, feeling how the air had stiffened her sensitive pink nipple. She imagined his warm hand on her breast, his lips on her neck, and for a few moments was lost in a wonderful dreamy fantasy world with him, her lover, her David.

The sound of the birds outside her window distracted her from her daydream and she lifted her naked body from the bed and stepped over to the window to look outside. From her window, she could see the woods that screened the cabin from the road on one side and then the path that lead down to the lake on the other. The serene crystal blue lake off in the distance flickered through the leaves. Unmindful of her nakedness, she remained at the window for a moment, raising her arm up and leaning against the window molding. Her other hand rested for a moment on her hip then slipped over her belly and down toward her pussy. As her fingers reached the sweet bare cleft between her legs, she remembered the last time he had touched her there. She couldn't wait for him to be here with her; she couldn't wait to show off her all-over tan to him, to see the loving look in his eyes again, and feel the touch of his lips on hers and the touch of his hand where hers now rested.

Then she remembered what she had yet to do to make this place ready for him, and realized that she couldn't remain day dreaming all morning. It had been a busy and active week for her, a few long hours of work, some intense, invigorating time at the gym, and hanging with friends, but this was now her time to relax. She looked about the spacious knotty pine cabin, this special place built by her father, and hoped that her man would like it. She knew he would. He had always found the best places for them to meet, and now it was her turn. What better place for a romantic getaway, than this simple cabin in the woods? It had been her favorite place since she was a little girl. A couple of bedrooms, a large open room with a sofa facing the fireplace, a cute little kitchen and dining area, and of course the long porch looking out onto the lake. Slipping into a short little satin robe, she started her morning routine. Some exercise, some breakfast, and then a quick clean up of the cabin. Every few moments found her pausing to think of this visitor who would be arriving in perhaps an hour.

Exchanging the robe for some shorts and a tank top, she took a long walk along the simple sandy dirt road as it wound through the woods and down along the languid curving contour of the lake. She enjoyed the dappled sunshine, the scent of the trees, and the sounds of the gulls chattering down by the lake. She was surprised that there wasn't more evidence of the neighbors this weekend since it was already mid-June and the weather was primed for a weekend stay over. When she returned to the cabin she decided to wander down by the lake. The pines and maple trees looked luscious this time of year, fully bloomed and the most verdant green she ever remembered seeing. The lake was clear and smooth and smelled so fresh. She couldn't wait for him to arrive so she could show him around, tell him about the places that she had known for like forever, and take him into her arms and show him what he had become to her. 

The speedboat and deck boat were tied up at the dock, the rowboat pulled up onshore. She sat on the dock and let her bare feet dangle in the water like a child. A sweet warm feeling swept over her. She had loved before, but never like this. She had known the touch of a loving man, but never one as sweet as this. She had been to this cottage, this simple cabin a thousand times before, but never with the anticipation of this trip. There was always something peaceful and soothing about being near the lake, especially on glorious days like this. She felt like no matter what was going on in her life, she could always relax here. And now on this day, there would be a special man coming to see her, just to see her, and she smiled warmly, deeply, down to her heart. 

When she returned to the cabin and its simple knickknacks, the cutesy little decorating touches left by her grandmother, her mother and sister, the outdoorsman touches left by her father and brothers and countless uncles and hunting friends, she couldn't resist sitting down at the table and turning on her laptop to log on and check her email. The cabin wasn't all that remote and she was a city girl after all. Of course she did so because she knew there would be something special for her, a note from this special friend, this wonderful man who had come unexpectedly into her life. Sure enough there was a message from him in her mailbox. She felt a rush of excitement as she opened it up and saw the special color of his font appear.

My Dear Sweet Girl,

As you read this, know that I am on my way to see you. In an hour or two, or maybe even just a few minutes, I will there with you, to take you into my arms and kiss you, to walk with you and make love to you. I wrote these lines last night thinking about you.

On My Mind, In My Heart

Though the skies were gray and showery today 
The thought of you melted the chill dampness 
And made me feel warm and bright inside. 
You have been with me for the last few days 
Whether you're aware of it or not. 
Close to my heart, deep inside my mind, 
You have been everywhere I've been; 
At home, at work, or driving someplace, 
Sitting with family, dining with friends, 
Or rubbing elbows with strangers. 
While showering up this morning 
I remembered our chat from the other night, 
Your description of undressing for me and mine for you, 
Your sweater and jeans pulled off and tossed to the floor 
As you sat in your light pink lace lingerie, 
Your warm pink body shivering from the cold 
And the excitement of turning me on wildly; 
My own clothes quickly pulled off 
Wishing they were mingling with yours on the floor, 
My cock growing long and hard at the thought 
That you too were naked, combined with the notion 
That in a few days we will meet again. 
As I toweled off and stepped out, 
The excitement had not yet passed, 
My body seemed to glow with a deep desire 
And yearning to be with you: 
A longing to see the glint of happiness in your eyes, 
The glow of our friendship in your smile, 
To study the lines of your legs crossed and then opened; 
To hear the sound of your voice, your laugh, and your deep sigh; 
To feel the warmth of your body near mine, the touch of your hand, 
The breeze of your breath on my cheek; 
To taste your mouth and the flavor of your soft and tender flesh; 
To draw in deeply the scent of your hair and your body offered up for my love;
To retrace the shape of every part of you, the subtle curves of your belly, 
The arch of your back, the firm round arc of your ass, 
The tips of your breasts and the sweet valley in between;
To explore each nuance and response as I draw my fingertips 
And tongue in lazy circles and languid lines about your body.
Toweled off and fully dressed hours later, 
The thought still rises in my mind, vivid and strong and warm,
Echoing through me with ever greater resonance, a soulful question:
Will each look and sound, each scent and taste, 
And every tender loving touch of mine tell you 
Just how much you have come to mean to me?

Until we are together again,
Yours,
David

Holly sat for a few moments before logging off and reread the message a second time. There were other men who had written her poetry before, but it had never touched her like this. She had never been one to read or enjoy poetry much before, but his words reached out to her, reached deeply inside to those private inner parts of her that no one had previously touched. There were others who had wined her and dined her, taken her to romantic places and ordinary, yet no matter where she was with him, David could make her feel so special, so pretty, so loved.

Holly thought about Rick, the man of her dreams, her first, who had introduced her to the ways of love. She remembered Thomas and Gordon who had taken their turns expanding her understanding of men. The ravenously good-looking guy, the hot bodied jock, the men that her friends had only dreamed about but whom she had taken easily. She smiled at the thought of Edward, rich and attractive, the guy her mother practically drooled over, his smooth country club manner and his sleek Lexus convertible coupe. He did have a certain allure, a certain demeanor that she was taken with considerably. And there were some others who had come into her life, some hot guys, some wild guys, some other extremely good looking rich guys, all of whom had served a purpose. 

But now, now she had met this man, years older than her, who was experienced and confident and sure about so many things. A man who always knew what to order at which restaurants, which wine to choose, how to schmooze no matter which crowd they were mixing with, and which witty quotes to recite at a dinner party to bring the greatest response and the most laughter; a man who was smart and funny and who had never failed to turn her on. Yet, despite his strengths, when she so much as smiled at him in a certain way, or when she laid her hand on his cheek, he would show her this look of vulnerability that would make her melt into him, and she knew she loved him desperately. When she had told her friends about him, they were understanding and absolutely awesome. Yet what was there about this man who was kind and loving, who could always make her laugh, and who, with just a look or a word or two, could turn her on so incredibly?

She remembered the first time they had met, at a sleek trendy jazz club near where she lived. They had planned to meet a couple of times but something always seemed to come up that postponed their plans. Then it just somehow all came together. He was in town for a couple of days, and they arranged to meet. She looked around for him as she entered and, not seeing him, took a seat at the bar, ordering a vodka martini. From where she sat, she could keep an eye on the door, yet remain sort of out of the way. She noticed that she was just a bit early, but that wasn't unusual since she was always very prompt and smiled when remembering how he was always complaining about running late.

She had taken some time to carefully pick out what she wanted to wear. Wanting to look sexy for him, but not too easy, she picked out a favorite light blue cashmere sweater with dark pleated skirt, not too short, and sheer black stockings. Remembering how he had told here that he loved lingerie, underneath she wore a sheer little black bra and matching thong with delicate lace edging. She felt so sexy and knew she looked hot from the glances she was drawing from the men in the club. A couple of them even offered to buy her a drink, but she politely turned them down, showing off her famous smile, her sparkling green eyes, and saying, "Sorry, but I'm meeting someone." They walked away amused and perhaps curious about who the lucky guy would be.

It didn't take long for him to arrive. She knew who he was the moment that he entered the place, looking cool and confident and reserved. Tall and slender, wearing a pinched-silk jacket and crisp slacks, with a dark blue shirt and vividly colored necktie, he paused for a moment and scanned the room. She thought he had looked past her, but then as he looked back, their eyes met and she waved at him. He took a few steps in her direction, but when she slipped off the bar stool and stood to greet him, he stopped dead in his tracks. She thought that maybe there was something wrong, but then he took the last few steps toward her and as he neared began to smile warmly. He held his hands out and took hers.

"Hello, Holly," he said, his voice deep and mellow.

"Hi, ya, David," she said brightly.

He looked at her, his eyes smiling as wide and his mouth. He raised a hand up to her cheek and his fingertips slipped around to the back of her neck. For a moment he stood there with his hand on her, the warmth of his touch spreading deeply into her.

"You are so beautiful," he said finally, his head tilting a bit to the side, looking so appealing. And then he smiled, his cheeks creasing, his eyes twinkling.

He took a step toward her and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. From the moment that their breath commingled and their noses rubbed together and their lips touched for the first time, she felt herself pull toward him and melded into his embrace. She remembered all of the things they had chatted about, the sweet and the hot emails, the rambling and sexual late night phone calls, and knew that they were all worthwhile because they were now together and it felt so good and warm and wonderful.

"It is so nice to meet you at last," he remarked.

They got a table and went to order dinner, but after spending a few highly animated minutes talking and holding hands they decided to settle on just a salad and left quickly. She would never forget that night, spent looking in his eyes, listening to his wonderful voice, walking with her arm tucked inside his, and then later, dancing in his arms, his kisses smothering her lips and worshipping her body; and the hours they had laid naked together, talking and touching, making love and simply being together.

Smiling as she remembered that first meeting with her lover, she sat by the dark computer and suddenly thought of how she had wanted to shower before he arrived. So she got up from the desk, slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the spacious stall. As the hot water splashed out onto her body and she began to wash up, she started to think of her hand as his, of the water as his love, and she wondered where he was at this moment and just what he was thinking.

* * *

Several miles away yet, David drove through the lush fields of early summer. His sleek silver Cadillac sedan clung to the supple curving blacktop as he conquered small town after town. The lazy little hamlets, quaint and sleepy in the mid-morning sun, each had a character unto their own, and passing each one brought him closer to her. He had this image in his mind of her, long and lean, lovely as a rose. It had been nearly a month since they had last met down in the Bahamas. He remembered the long working days spent apart, the hours spent online, the minutes spent on the phone, and the thousands of words they had tossed back and forth. And it all would be worth it, for this young woman, this girl had captured him, and he was hers.

He chuckled when thinking about how their relationship had grown, from a strictly business, professional relationship, to one of friendship and interest, to one of love and passion. There was no mistaking where he had come from, the son of decidedly middle-class parents, the first from his family to attend college, and the last to marry. That marriage had been a mistake to be debated for years. Yet, he had remained resilient and had grown through every experience and prided himself on the job he had done with his children. 

He laughed when remembering how things hadn't always been so perfect. His high school classmates had remembered him as a band geek, yet, when they were ten years removed from school, who had brought the prettiest girl to the reunion dinner dance? Who had the best stories to tell about touring in a rock 'n' roll band, and who was able to lay down the hottest licks when jamming with the band? Sure he wasn't the handsomest guy in the room, but when Rita Meredith came up to him--the hottest girl in their graduating class, who had kept her looks and added to them--and asked him to join her during the lady's choice dance, he knew the eyes of the others were on them. He glanced around for a second or two and smiled, not conceited, not too full of himself, but with a humble modesty that belied the new reputation he earned that night.

But all of that paled when his mind wandered back to the night that he had first met Holly, face to face. He had scheduled a training class and some sales calls with a new sales rep organization and wouldn't have to go far out of the way to stop near where she lived. He had taken a room in a nice hotel and quickly showered and shaved to make ready. Armed with the precise directions she had provided, he made it to their meeting place just a minute or two late. Feeling just a bit nervous, he walked inside the place and looked for her. Scanning the room he didn't see her right away, but then he saw her slip off a stool by the bar and when she waved at him, he knew exactly who she was. And when he saw her, for the next moment or two, his heart stood still. They had talked many times and had emailed photos back and forth, but he wasn't prepared for meeting her in person. She was tall and slim, a beautiful, long legged redhead with a tremendous smile and terrific green eyes. He smiled realizing that he was staring and took the last strides quickly to join her.

From the moment that they had said hello and he lifted his hand to her cheek and kissed her, there was no doubt in his mind that this evening was special, and that she was special, and even more beautiful in person than in his imagination. He couldn't take his eyes off of her; he listened to and held onto her every word. They held hands as they discussed what to order. It wasn't a mere physical beauty that she possessed; it showed in the way her eyes became so animated when she talked, and the way her smile glowed, and in the joy of her girlish laugh, and the warmth of her touch as her hand rested in his. 

Although they had planned to have dinner and share a couple of drinks, there was no question on either one's mind as to where the evening would lead. They decided to leave after the salad and went back to his room. He paused under a streetlight as they were walking up to the hotel. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her as tenderly and lovingly as he knew how. He could have sworn that there were violins playing somewhere, maybe some skyrockets shooting off in the night sky. 

Once inside the hotel, there was no nervousness, no second thoughts, and no quick rationalizations. They embraced just inside the door and kissed, warmly, deeply, wetly for several minutes. The touch of her breath washing upon him exhilarated and rejuvenated him. When the champagne cart arrived, he carefully poured them each a glass, but when he brought them over to her, he was captivated by the look of her, leaning over the dresser, primping her hair in the mirror. David sat the glasses down on the dresser and brought his hand up to touch her. Only smiling, she continued to straighten her hair as he let his hand slip down from her waist to her ass, down to the hem of her skirt, then up underneath, his fingers searching out the curves of her ass. She turned away from the mirror and into his arms and their hands were all over each other. 




The Log Cabin Ch. 1



The way she looked and was dressed excited him so much. Slipping her out of her clothes, he felt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a long-awaited present. The look of her body in the sheer delicate lacy lingerie turned him on incredibly. The look in her eye when she was naked and stretched out on the bed, took him to new heights of arousal. David knelt between her legs and paused to drink in the sight of her, ready and willing and waiting for him. It was a view that he wanted to keep forever, if only in his mind. Their lovemaking was long and loving and sensational. And saying goodbye in the light of morning was no easy task, for he dearly wanted to take her home with him, even as unreasonable as that would have been. But the memories kept their passion alive and they had met several times thereafter.

He was much older than Holly was but that never seemed to matter, at least to them. When they were together, however they were together, it was magic. The look in their eyes, the touch of their hands, the echo of their laugh, transported each of them to a special place neither had known before. And as the next turn of the wheel took him onto the freeway, he knew they would soon be together. He thought as the wheel straightened of how far he had come and about how blessed he was to be driving to this place at this time. What was there about this beautiful young woman-this girl, as she preferred-that made him want to go places he had never been, to experience things he had never known, to climb the heights that only his dreams had taken him previously?

From the freeway, a short drive along the highway brought him to a serpentine blacktopped road. Every bend and turn was anticipated as if he had been here before. He wheeled the silver sedan up the sandy drive and pulled to a stop beside a cute little black Jetta. Climbing from behind the wheel, he stepped to the back and opened the trunk. Looking around he took in the view of the cabin, rustic but modern, the setting, remote and scenic, and the scent of the woods, pine tree fresh and verdant. Pulling out his bag from the trunk, David looked about as he walked up the stone path toward the cabin. He could see parts of some of the neighboring cottages through the trees. He headed up the path, knocked on the door and waited for a few moments listening for the sounds that would tell him she was coming to answer the door. He tried the handle and found it unlocked and pushed the door open.

"Hello," he called out as he stepped inside tentatively. "Holly? You here?"

The bathroom door opened and Holly came out, tying up a pale blue silk robe she had slipped around her shoulders. David dropped his bag to the floor as she entered his arms. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed long and wet and hard, a lasting passionate kiss that had been weeks in the making.

"Oh, David, I'm so glad that you're here," she said when they finally paused for a breath.

"Baby," was all he could reply as his hands slipped down from her shoulders feeling her warm body under the robe. He leaned forward to kiss her again. "I am so glad to be here."

"Have any trouble finding the place?" she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Not a bit. It felt like I had a homing device on board." He kissed her again. "You don't know how much I've missed you, Holly."

"Yes, I do," she replied. "Cuz, I've missed you too."

They kissed and embraced again and she pressed her cheek against his shoulder for a few moments.

"Oh, Baby," she heard him say, his voice resonating through his chest.

"So do you want a tour?" she asked when she had held him close long enough.

"Sure," he replied.

David picked up his bag and she took his hand, showing him around the cabin. He smiled as she acted like the tour guide, but though he tried hard to concentrate on what she told him, he couldn't help but be distracted by the look of her in the pale blue robe, her rosy tanned body shifting beneath the silk.

"This is my folks' room, but we'll be staying in here this weekend," she said, pointing out where he could put his bag. "A bigger bed," she said with just a bit of blushing in her cheeks.

He stepped over to her and took her into his arms again, spinning her around almost as if dancing out into the main room of the cabin, out toward the sofa. He then held her as close as possible to his body, his lips sought out her neck and shoulder. He nosed the collar of the robe down along her shoulder so his lips could taste her soft shoulder. She felt him pressing up against her. His hands moved around to open her robe a bit, exposing the sheer pale blue lace bra underneath.

"You know how I love to see you in lace, don't you?" he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body. "And you know how much I want you."

"Yes, I do," she answered, feeling him press against her, and his hand slipped under the robe to touch her breasts through the sheer lace of the bra. Her nipples were already stiff from anticipation as his eager fingers grazed across them. Tweaking them just a bit, she felt his kisses move down her chest toward the firm curves of her breasts. He pulled at the bra just enough so that his fingers and lips could touch her taut pink nipples. "Oh, David!" she cried out as she felt him suck a nipple up into his mouth. 

He glanced up at her face with a lookthat told of such passion, such that she had never seen in him. "I want you, Holly," he said firmly, kissing her again on the lips.

They had moved into the main room of the cabin and, as he had stepped closer to her, she had backed up to the sofa. She perched her butt on the back cushions and David pulled the robe open a bit more, slipping his hands onto her body, touching every part of her that they could reach. His lips devoured her breasts, sucking on her nipples and nibbling on the stiff pink tips. His hands slipped around to the small of her back and pulled her close to him. He pressed his lips against her supple body. 

"Mmm," she moaned.

His hands felt along the folds of her robe, then tenderly caressed her body, feeling the warmth and the softness. His fingertips traced the contour of her bare breasts, the texture of her nipples, stiff beneath his touch. They explored the curves and valleys of her stomach and belly, then followed the path around the elastic of her g-string, feeling the supple curves of her hips and ass.

"You are turning me on so much," she cried out.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Not at all," she cooed.

"Good because there is more," he replied, bringing his hands her back over the robe.

"Please, David," she whispered. "Don't stop."

The warmth of her body passed through the smooth silk of the robe as he ran his hands over her back. His fingers lightly traced a path along the valley of her spine, up toward her shoulders. When she brought her arms up around his shoulders, he slipped his hands around to cup her breasts again and his thumbs toyed with her nipples again. 

"Mmm, David, I may need to ask you to stop," she called out. "Remember? I thought we were going to try and wait till later."

"Just say the word, Holly," he replied, pulling away. "And I'll step away and leave you alone."

"Come back here, you," she said grabbing him by the shoulders. With a tone of surrender shading her voice, she took his hand and placed it back on her breast. "Actually I want you to touch me."

"My overwhelming urge right now is to kiss you," he said, running his hands over her body. "I want to touch every part of your body, to kiss your body and your pussy."

"Oh, David," she moaned.

He spent the next precious minutes tasting her, pleasing her, letting his lips and tongue tell her about all the feelings that he had for her. He kissed her neck and shoulders; he let his tongue glide along her shoulder back up to her ear; he nibbled on her ear lobe; he kissed his way across her cheek to her mouth, open and wet and waiting for him. Their tongues couldn't wait to touch and made them both tingle with passion.

He pulled her up from the sofa and held her body close to him, spinning her around again slowly. She let her head fall back and he kissed his way down from her neck to her breasts again. It was like a romantic sexual dance as she turned about in his arms, rubbing her butt up against his belly, feeling the stiffness of his cock wedge between the cheeks of her ass. His hands cupped her breasts firmly, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger. He turned her back around and took her again into his arms.

They had danced their way around to the front of the sofa. The force of his growing passion drove her back onto the cushions of the sofa. As she lay back, David knelt beside the sofa, his hands slipping down along her body, quickly reaching the thin elastic band of her g-string. He slipped one hand down under the sheer lace, driving his middle finger down to the bare cleft of her pussy. He could feel the wetness waiting there for him and moved to position himself closer to her pussy. As she raised her legs up for him, he pulled the g-string down along her long tanned legs. She pulled one leg free but he left the panty to dangle from her other ankle. 

"Mmm, that is a beautiful all over tan, Holly," he said in a deep husky voice. "I like. Very much." Kissing his way along one leg and then the other, he teased her pussy with his tongue. His hands relished the feel of the soft tender skin along her tanned legs.

"Mmm," she moaned, letting her legs fall farther open.

David felt her respond to his kiss, the twirl of his tongue on her pussy. He savored the taste as she picked her hips up and pressed herself against him. He drew his tongue up and down her pussy, then up around her clit, circling it lightly because it was so sensitive, then brought his hot wet lips down to kiss it and suck it up into his mouth. 

"Do you like this, Baby?" he asked needlessly. "Maybe I had better stop if you don't!"

"Oh, David," she moaned.

"I'll stop, unless you want me to go on," he teased.

"Oh, god, David," Holly cried. "Kiss me down there again. Please."

"I want to bring you such pleasure, Holly," he said, his fingers toying with the moist lips of her bare pussy.

"Mmm, I'd like that," she replied raising her hips up toward him.

David kissed her pussy, tasting her excitement, and felt her hips revolve in a series of involuntary circles as his fingers joined in, touching her, pleasing her, sensing the pleasure that flowed through her body. Time and again he drew his tongue up and down the slit of her pussy, resting his upper lip near her clit as he pressed his face down onto her. Reaching the sweet entrance to her pussy, he pressed his tongue up inside her as far as it could reach, drawing it around and around in circles. Then, as he lapped upon her clit and sucked it into his mouth, he thrust his fingers back up inside her. She was wriggling and writhing on the sofa now, her legs closing against him, holding him against her tingling body.

"Oh, David! I'm close!" she cried out. 

"I want you to come for me Holly," he said pulling his face up for a moment and letting his fingers continue probing her hot wet pussy. "I want to taste your pleasure."

His lips and tongue moved up to her clit again as his fingers worked up inside her pussy.

"Mmm! Oh, David!" she moaned.

He pressed his face down against her, sucking her little nub into his mouth. His teeth lightly grazed against it, just a little tease and he felt her body shiver.

"Oh, god, David!" she cried out. "I just came!"

David held onto her hips as he pressed his face against her, feeling the pleasure of her orgasm echo through her body. Standing up beside the sofa, he pulled his shirt up over his head and off. As he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down from his hips, Holly brought her feet down to the floor and sat up on the edge of the sofa. She eased the robe off her shoulders and reached back to unfasten the clasp of the bra. She slipped it off of each shoulder and tossed it aside. After David stepped out of his jeans, Holly brought her hands up to touch his cock through the silky material of his boxers. She drew her hands down and slipped them back up the leg of the shorts, feeling his bare skin tingle as her long slender fingers reached his cock and slipped around it.

"Oh, Baby!" he called out as she stroked it gently.

She saw him flinch with pleasure when her fingers reached the head and rubbed it firmly. There was a nice trace of precum sitting on the tip. His cock was so hard and long she couldn't wait to taste it. She reached up and tugged the boxers down to bare this beautiful cock before her. When the boxers reached his ankles, she slipped off the sofa to kneel on the rug in front of him, taking his cock into her hands. She stroked it lightly at first, feeling it swell up even more, peering up at the adoring look on his face. She wet her lips with her tongue and brought her mouth down to taste him.

Holly kissed the head of his cock, opening her mouth just enough that her tongue could twirl about the tip. She then drew her tongue down the underside as she held it by the head. She loved moving her tongue around the smooth shaven skin of his cock and balls. Kissing his balls gently, she moved her lips back up the shaft till she got up to the head. Then she sucked it into her mouth and drove herself down onto him, taking as much of him inside her as she could on the first try. She slowly pulled her head back until it popped out of her mouth.

"Mmm, yummy," she said with a big smile.

Sliding his cock in and out of her mouth, she reached around and grabbed the cheeks of his ass. She bobbed her head back and forth on him, feeling it rub along her tongue and the head push up against her throat. Then back and forth she went, holding his cock at the base with one hand while the other fondled his balls gently. As she pulled his cock out of her mouth, she let her teeth graze lightly over the head, and felt him quiver. His fingers reached down to toy with her hair as she continued to slide him in and out of her hot wet mouth. 

Finally he could take no more of her luscious mouth and without a word, placed his hand under her chin, and pulled his cock out of her mouth. He raised her up from the rug and lay her back onto the cushions of the couch. Bending over her luscious body, he kissed her mouth deeply, longingly, and lustfully. He rubbed his cock up and down the wet slit of her pussy, forcefully pressing the head just up inside her. He felt her body quiver as he began to penetrate her.

"Mmm, oh, David," she said with a deep moan. "I want you inside me."

Looking deeply into her eyes, he held his body just above hers, letting only his cock touch her, slipping in and out of her pussy, each time thrusting deeper inside of her. When she moved her arms up to pull him down toward her, he grabbed her wrists and pinned them over her head down against the sofa, managing to keep only his cock and her pussy touching. His thrusts began to come harder and faster and he seemed to press deeper inside of her. She struggled a bit against his grasp of her wrists, but surrendered to the strong look of passion in his eyes. When he let go of her wrists, she let her arms lay where they were. He rose up onto his knees, grabbing onto her hips and pulling them up. He brought her long legs up and draped her ankles over his shoulders, not missing a single stroke. 

She reached down and began to touch her breasts, cupping them and fondling them as he had earlier, feeling the stiff nipples, pinching them, and pulling on them. She loved the feel of his cock thrusting up into her, and brought her thighs closer together to grip him and enjoy every firm inch of him. There was something different in the way he was making love to her this time, a stronger more aggressive passion, something that told her of how much he desired her and how much he loved her. And seeing him so overcome with his feelings made it all the more enjoyable for her, and she surrendered to the feeling.

"Oh, David," she cried out with a long deep moan. "Oh, yes!"

David began to slow down although his strokes were as deep as ever. She could see the blush of passion on his chest and reached up to touch him. He let her legs fall down from his shoulders, took her hands in his and squatted down, pulling her upward, bringing her mouth up to his for a kiss.

"Oh, Baby," he whispered. "I love the feel of my cock buried inside you."

She returned his kiss passionately. As he pulled her toward him, he began to sink backward down onto the cushions, stretching his legs out beneath her. Straddling his hips, she eased up on top of him and leaned forward to rest her hands on his shoulders. He gazed up at her lovingly, the pretty face with the sparkling green eyes, the magnificent body with the glorious rosy allover tan, and the terrific breasts just a breath away from his lips. But there was more to it than just that. There was the way she moved on him, sharing the feeling of being joined so intimately, savoring the sensations that swept up from their union through their bodies. He slid his fingers up her arms to rest on her shoulders, feeling the rocking motion of her body and she moved herself up and down on his cock.

"Oh, Baby," he said dreamily reeling from the multitude of sensations. "Oh, Baby. I love you!"

She smiled and leaned forward to kiss him, her tongue teasing his lips, tasting the texture of his lips. His thrusts up into her became stronger and pushed her hips upward with each stroke. She posed her ass just above him, and felt the force of him moving up into her, harder and harder. As the feeling grew, she rose up and began to bounce with his thrusts, riding him up and down, her body shaking with each movement. He reached up to cup her breasts as they moved together, his fingers and thumbs playing with her, teasing her further along. She leaned back forward and pressed her clit down on him, rocking her hips, feeling the wonderful force of his every move.

"Oh, David," she cried out as she felt body come again. "Oh, David!"

He continued to move up inside her, until she collapsed down on top of him. For a moment she lay on him, sweaty and out of breath, but when she felt his cock still firmly planted inside of her, she pushed herself up and rose up from the sofa. She pulled a blanket from the back of the sofa and spread it on the floor. Taking his hand, she pulled him from the sofa, and got down onto all fours. David wasted little time, moving up to kneel behind her, and easily entered her again. She pressed her body back against him as he began to move himself in and out of her. With each stroke he gained strength and speed. He ran one hand up her body to cup her breast, and when he reached the other one around to finger her clit, she thought she would explode again.

"Oh, David!" she cried out as she lowered her head down to the blanket on the floor. "Oh, god, David!"

Every movement of his brought a louder moan from her lips. She tried to grip him, to squeeze him, to bring him to the same place where she was. She could hear him begin to grunt and moan and the sound of his excitement made her rock back and forth with more abandon. The cheeks of her butt slapped back against his belly and she could tell from the desperate way he moved against her that he was very, very close.

His strokes were so hard and strong now that she began to collapse onto the blanket. He was on top of her now, his belly pressing down onto the cheeks of her ass as he moved his cock deep inside her. She clenched her legs together and felt his hands grab onto her shoulders, cling to her as he neared his climax.

"Oh, Baby, I'm going to come!" he called out to her.

"Come inside me!" she shouted. "Come in me! I want to feel it!"




The Log Cabin Ch. 1



With a final flurry of thrusts he began to shoot his cum deep inside her. Five, six seven times she felt him come. He moaned with pleasure and the last bit dribbled into her.

"Oh, Baby!" he said over and over, trying to catch his breath. "Oh, Baby!"

He slipped his softening sticky cock out of her and moved off of her. She rolled over and nestled in beside on the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, running his fingers through her hair.

"So much for waiting till later," he laughed.

"Yeah, but just wait till you see what I'm fixing for lunch," she replied, pressing her cheek down onto his chest.

*** To be continued ***

Holly sat for a few moments before logging off and reread the message a second time. There were other men who had written her poetry before, but it had never touched her like this. She had never been one to read or enjoy poetry much before, but his words reached out to her, reached deeply inside to those private inner parts of her that no one had previously touched. There were others who had wined her and dined her, taken her to romantic places and ordinary, yet no matter where she was with him, David could make her feel so special, so pretty, so loved.

Holly thought about Rick, the man of her dreams, her first, who had introduced her to the ways of love. She remembered Thomas and Gordon who had taken their turns expanding her understanding of men. The ravenously good-looking guy, the hot bodied jock, the men that her friends had only dreamed about but whom she had taken easily. She smiled at the thought of Edward, rich and attractive, the guy her mother practically drooled over, his smooth country club manner and his sleek Lexus convertible coupe. He did have a certain allure, a certain demeanor that she was taken with considerably. And there were some others who had come into her life, some hot guys, some wild guys, some other extremely good looking rich guys, all of whom had served a purpose. 

But now, now she had met this man, years older than her, who was experienced and confident and sure about so many things. A man who always knew what to order at which restaurants, which wine to choose, how to schmooze no matter which crowd they were mixing with, and which witty quotes to recite at a dinner party to bring the greatest response and the most laughter; a man who was smart and funny and who had never failed to turn her on. Yet, despite his strengths, when she so much as smiled at him in a certain way, or when she laid her hand on his cheek, he would show her this look of vulnerability that would make her melt into him, and she knew she loved him desperately. When she had told her friends about him, they were understanding and absolutely awesome. Yet what was there about this man who was kind and loving, who could always make her laugh, and who, with just a look or a word or two, could turn her on so incredibly?

She remembered the first time they had met, at a sleek trendy jazz club near where she lived. They had planned to meet a couple of times but something always seemed to come up that postponed their plans. Then it just somehow all came together. He was in town for a couple of days, and they arranged to meet. She looked around for him as she entered and, not seeing him, took a seat at the bar, ordering a vodka martini. From where she sat, she could keep an eye on the door, yet remain sort of out of the way. She noticed that she was just a bit early, but that wasn't unusual since she was always very prompt and smiled when remembering how he was always complaining about running late.

She had taken some time to carefully pick out what she wanted to wear. Wanting to look sexy for him, but not too easy, she picked out a favorite light blue cashmere sweater with dark pleated skirt, not too short, and sheer black stockings. Remembering how he had told here that he loved lingerie, underneath she wore a sheer little black bra and matching thong with delicate lace edging. She felt so sexy and knew she looked hot from the glances she was drawing from the men in the club. A couple of them even offered to buy her a drink, but she politely turned them down, showing off her famous smile, her sparkling green eyes, and saying, "Sorry, but I'm meeting someone." They walked away amused and perhaps curious about who the lucky guy would be.

It didn't take long for him to arrive. She knew who he was the moment that he entered the place, looking cool and confident and reserved. Tall and slender, wearing a pinched-silk jacket and crisp slacks, with a dark blue shirt and vividly colored necktie, he paused for a moment and scanned the room. She thought he had looked past her, but then as he looked back, their eyes met and she waved at him. He took a few steps in her direction, but when she slipped off the bar stool and stood to greet him, he stopped dead in his tracks. She thought that maybe there was something wrong, but then he took the last few steps toward her and as he neared began to smile warmly. He held his hands out and took hers.

"Hello, Holly," he said, his voice deep and mellow.

"Hi, ya, David," she said brightly.

He looked at her, his eyes smiling as wide and his mouth. He raised a hand up to her cheek and his fingertips slipped around to the back of her neck. For a moment he stood there with his hand on her, the warmth of his touch spreading deeply into her.

"You are so beautiful," he said finally, his head tilting a bit to the side, looking so appealing. And then he smiled, his cheeks creasing, his eyes twinkling.

He took a step toward her and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. From the moment that their breath commingled and their noses rubbed together and their lips touched for the first time, she felt herself pull toward him and melded into his embrace. She remembered all of the things they had chatted about, the sweet and the hot emails, the rambling and sexual late night phone calls, and knew that they were all worthwhile because they were now together and it felt so good and warm and wonderful.

"It is so nice to meet you at last," he remarked.

They got a table and went to order dinner, but after spending a few highly animated minutes talking and holding hands they decided to settle on just a salad and left quickly. She would never forget that night, spent looking in his eyes, listening to his wonderful voice, walking with her arm tucked inside his, and then later, dancing in his arms, his kisses smothering her lips and worshipping her body; and the hours they had laid naked together, talking and touching, making love and simply being together.

Smiling as she remembered that first meeting with her lover, she sat by the dark computer and suddenly thought of how she had wanted to shower before he arrived. So she got up from the desk, slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the spacious stall. As the hot water splashed out onto her body and she began to wash up, she started to think of her hand as his, of the water as his love, and she wondered where he was at this moment and just what he was thinking.

* * *

Several miles away yet, David drove through the lush fields of early summer. His sleek silver Cadillac sedan clung to the supple curving blacktop as he conquered small town after town. The lazy little hamlets, quaint and sleepy in the mid-morning sun, each had a character unto their own, and passing each one brought him closer to her. He had this image in his mind of her, long and lean, lovely as a rose. It had been nearly a month since they had last met down in the Bahamas. He remembered the long working days spent apart, the hours spent online, the minutes spent on the phone, and the thousands of words they had tossed back and forth. And it all would be worth it, for this young woman, this girl had captured him, and he was hers.

He chuckled when thinking about how their relationship had grown, from a strictly business, professional relationship, to one of friendship and interest, to one of love and passion. There was no mistaking where he had come from, the son of decidedly middle-class parents, the first from his family to attend college, and the last to marry. That marriage had been a mistake to be debated for years. Yet, he had remained resilient and had grown through every experience and prided himself on the job he had done with his children. 

He laughed when remembering how things hadn't always been so perfect. His high school classmates had remembered him as a band geek, yet, when they were ten years removed from school, who had brought the prettiest girl to the reunion dinner dance? Who had the best stories to tell about touring in a rock 'n' roll band, and who was able to lay down the hottest licks when jamming with the band? Sure he wasn't the handsomest guy in the room, but when Rita Meredith came up to him--the hottest girl in their graduating class, who had kept her looks and added to them--and asked him to join her during the lady's choice dance, he knew the eyes of the others were on them. He glanced around for a second or two and smiled, not conceited, not too full of himself, but with a humble modesty that belied the new reputation he earned that night.

But all of that paled when his mind wandered back to the night that he had first met Holly, face to face. He had scheduled a training class and some sales calls with a new sales rep organization and wouldn't have to go far out of the way to stop near where she lived. He had taken a room in a nice hotel and quickly showered and shaved to make ready. Armed with the precise directions she had provided, he made it to their meeting place just a minute or two late. Feeling just a bit nervous, he walked inside the place and looked for her. Scanning the room he didn't see her right away, but then he saw her slip off a stool by the bar and when she waved at him, he knew exactly who she was. And when he saw her, for the next moment or two, his heart stood still. They had talked many times and had emailed photos back and forth, but he wasn't prepared for meeting her in person. She was tall and slim, a beautiful, long legged redhead with a tremendous smile and terrific green eyes. He smiled realizing that he was staring and took the last strides quickly to join her.

From the moment that they had said hello and he lifted his hand to her cheek and kissed her, there was no doubt in his mind that this evening was special, and that she was special, and even more beautiful in person than in his imagination. He couldn't take his eyes off of her; he listened to and held onto her every word. They held hands as they discussed what to order. It wasn't a mere physical beauty that she possessed; it showed in the way her eyes became so animated when she talked, and the way her smile glowed, and in the joy of her girlish laugh, and the warmth of her touch as her hand rested in his. 

Although they had planned to have dinner and share a couple of drinks, there was no question on either one's mind as to where the evening would lead. They decided to leave after the salad and went back to his room. He paused under a streetlight as they were walking up to the hotel. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her as tenderly and lovingly as he knew how. He could have sworn that there were violins playing somewhere, maybe some skyrockets shooting off in the night sky. 

Once inside the hotel, there was no nervousness, no second thoughts, and no quick rationalizations. They embraced just inside the door and kissed, warmly, deeply, wetly for several minutes. The touch of her breath washing upon him exhilarated and rejuvenated him. When the champagne cart arrived, he carefully poured them each a glass, but when he brought them over to her, he was captivated by the look of her, leaning over the dresser, primping her hair in the mirror. David sat the glasses down on the dresser and brought his hand up to touch her. Only smiling, she continued to straighten her hair as he let his hand slip down from her waist to her ass, down to the hem of her skirt, then up underneath, his fingers searching out the curves of her ass. She turned away from the mirror and into his arms and their hands were all over each other. 

The way she looked and was dressed excited him so much. Slipping her out of her clothes, he felt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a long-awaited present. The look of her body in the sheer delicate lacy lingerie turned him on incredibly. The look in her eye when she was naked and stretched out on the bed, took him to new heights of arousal. David knelt between her legs and paused to drink in the sight of her, ready and willing and waiting for him. It was a view that he wanted to keep forever, if only in his mind. Their lovemaking was long and loving and sensational. And saying goodbye in the light of morning was no easy task, for he dearly wanted to take her home with him, even as unreasonable as that would have been. But the memories kept their passion alive and they had met several times thereafter.

He was much older than Holly was but that never seemed to matter, at least to them. When they were together, however they were together, it was magic. The look in their eyes, the touch of their hands, the echo of their laugh, transported each of them to a special place neither had known before. And as the next turn of the wheel took him onto the freeway, he knew they would soon be together. He thought as the wheel straightened of how far he had come and about how blessed he was to be driving to this place at this time. What was there about this beautiful young woman-this girl, as she preferred-that made him want to go places he had never been, to experience things he had never known, to climb the heights that only his dreams had taken him previously?

From the freeway, a short drive along the highway brought him to a serpentine blacktopped road. Every bend and turn was anticipated as if he had been here before. He wheeled the silver sedan up the sandy drive and pulled to a stop beside a cute little black Jetta. Climbing from behind the wheel, he stepped to the back and opened the trunk. Looking around he took in the view of the cabin, rustic but modern, the setting, remote and scenic, and the scent of the woods, pine tree fresh and verdant. Pulling out his bag from the trunk, David looked about as he walked up the stone path toward the cabin. He could see parts of some of the neighboring cottages through the trees. He headed up the path, knocked on the door and waited for a few moments listening for the sounds that would tell him she was coming to answer the door. He tried the handle and found it unlocked and pushed the door open.

"Hello," he called out as he stepped inside tentatively. "Holly? You here?"

The bathroom door opened and Holly came out, tying up a pale blue silk robe she had slipped around her shoulders. David dropped his bag to the floor as she entered his arms. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed long and wet and hard, a lasting passionate kiss that had been weeks in the making.

"Oh, David, I'm so glad that you're here," she said when they finally paused for a breath.

"Baby," was all he could reply as his hands slipped down from her shoulders feeling her warm body under the robe. He leaned forward to kiss her again. "I am so glad to be here."

"Have any trouble finding the place?" she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Not a bit. It felt like I had a homing device on board." He kissed her again. "You don't know how much I've missed you, Holly."

"Yes, I do," she replied. "Cuz, I've missed you too."

They kissed and embraced again and she pressed her cheek against his shoulder for a few moments.

"Oh, Baby," she heard him say, his voice resonating through his chest.

"So do you want a tour?" she asked when she had held him close long enough.

"Sure," he replied.

David picked up his bag and she took his hand, showing him around the cabin. He smiled as she acted like the tour guide, but though he tried hard to concentrate on what she told him, he couldn't help but be distracted by the look of her in the pale blue robe, her rosy tanned body shifting beneath the silk.

"This is my folks' room, but we'll be staying in here this weekend," she said, pointing out where he could put his bag. "A bigger bed," she said with just a bit of blushing in her cheeks.

He stepped over to her and took her into his arms again, spinning her around almost as if dancing out into the main room of the cabin, out toward the sofa. He then held her as close as possible to his body, his lips sought out her neck and shoulder. He nosed the collar of the robe down along her shoulder so his lips could taste her soft shoulder. She felt him pressing up against her. His hands moved around to open her robe a bit, exposing the sheer pale blue lace bra underneath.

"You know how I love to see you in lace, don't you?" he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body. "And you know how much I want you."

"Yes, I do," she answered, feeling him press against her, and his hand slipped under the robe to touch her breasts through the sheer lace of the bra. Her nipples were already stiff from anticipation as his eager fingers grazed across them. Tweaking them just a bit, she felt his kisses move down her chest toward the firm curves of her breasts. He pulled at the bra just enough so that his fingers and lips could touch her taut pink nipples. "Oh, David!" she cried out as she felt him suck a nipple up into his mouth. 

He glanced up at her face with a lookthat told of such passion, such that she had never seen in him. "I want you, Holly," he said firmly, kissing her again on the lips.

They had moved into the main room of the cabin and, as he had stepped closer to her, she had backed up to the sofa. She perched her butt on the back cushions and David pulled the robe open a bit more, slipping his hands onto her body, touching every part of her that they could reach. His lips devoured her breasts, sucking on her nipples and nibbling on the stiff pink tips. His hands slipped around to the small of her back and pulled her close to him. He pressed his lips against her supple body. 

"Mmm," she moaned.

His hands felt along the folds of her robe, then tenderly caressed her body, feeling the warmth and the softness. His fingertips traced the contour of her bare breasts, the texture of her nipples, stiff beneath his touch. They explored the curves and valleys of her stomach and belly, then followed the path around the elastic of her g-string, feeling the supple curves of her hips and ass.

"You are turning me on so much," she cried out.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Not at all," she cooed.

"Good because there is more," he replied, bringing his hands her back over the robe.

"Please, David," she whispered. "Don't stop."

The warmth of her body passed through the smooth silk of the robe as he ran his hands over her back. His fingers lightly traced a path along the valley of her spine, up toward her shoulders. When she brought her arms up around his shoulders, he slipped his hands around to cup her breasts again and his thumbs toyed with her nipples again. 

"Mmm, David, I may need to ask you to stop," she called out. "Remember? I thought we were going to try and wait till later."

"Just say the word, Holly," he replied, pulling away. "And I'll step away and leave you alone."

"Come back here, you," she said grabbing him by the shoulders. With a tone of surrender shading her voice, she took his hand and placed it back on her breast.  "Actually I want you to touch me."

"My overwhelming urge right now is to kiss you," he said, running his hands over her body. "I want to touch every part of your body, to kiss your body and your pussy."

"Oh, David," she moaned.

He spent the next precious minutes tasting her, pleasing her, letting his lips and tongue tell her about all the feelings that he had for her. He kissed her neck and shoulders; he let his tongue glide along her shoulder back up to her ear; he nibbled on her ear lobe; he kissed his way across her cheek to her mouth, open and wet and waiting for him. Their tongues couldn't wait to touch and made them both tingle with passion.




The Log Cabin Ch. 2



As the sunny day blossomed into a glorious afternoon, Holly and David lay very close together on the blanket spread out on the soft cushion of the rug. He lay on his back with Holly on top of him, her hands on his shoulders; her cheek nestled in that special valley of his chest where she could hear his heart beat.

"Oh, David," she said, pressing herself down onto him. 

His arms were wrapped around her bare back and held her tightly. "What is it, Baby?" he asked tenderly.

"Nothing. I just wanted to say your name," she replied, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Sometimes I just like saying your name knowing that we're together like this."

He leaned down to kiss the top of her head, the only part of her that his lips could reach easily, the scent of her hair filling his nose. "This is pretty special for me too, you know," he whispered. There had been so many times he had thought about being with her like this and now that it was here, he didn't want it to end. "Do you know how much I love you?"

"No," she said with a playful smile, picking up her head to look into his eyes. "How much do you love me?"

"How much?" he asked, surprised by her answer. "Why, I love you so much that I can't think of anyone else when I know I going to be with you. I love you so much that the thought of your name makes me melt inside, and the sound of your voice sends me to another world. Why, I love you so much I'd cut off my, uh, my left ..., well I'd do something terrible if I couldn't see you once in a while."

"Well, I know how much you're full of bullshit," she laughed, giving him a playful little kiss and laying her head back down on him.

"I know that all sounds pretty stupid," he laughed, giving her a hug and sighing deeply. "Baby, my love for you is beyond words."

"I know, hon. I know," she replied. "There isn't anything that I wouldn't do with you because I know who you are and how you feel about me. Just don't expect anything more than that."

"Just know that I love you and that I know you love me," David replied. " Look, I don't care where you have been, whom you've been with, how many times, or any of that. What matters is that we make the time to be together and when we do it is magic."

"Yes it is, isn't it?" she said.

They remained together like that until a shower became a mutual inclination. They took turns rinsing each other off, watching the water cascade over their bodies. He had always felt that the best way to judge a woman was when she was naked and wet; if you found her attractive that way, you'd find her attractive any way. In Holly's case, his attraction added up to love. There wasn't a way that she moved or a pose she assumed that he didn't enjoy fully. She held her arms up, her hands holding back her hair, as he rinsed her body down, teasing her breasts and her pussy with the hand-held spray. When he reached up to slip the nozzle back into the holder, his arm eased around her and he pulled her dripping wet body close to him. The touch of her body was enough to awaken him again, but she put her hands to his shoulders to hold him off. 

"Ah, David," she whispered. "We're supposed to be showering."

He gave her a quick little kiss and backed off. "Whatever you say, Babe."

They took their time soaping each other's body, working the suds everywhere they could reach, laughing about the way each responded to the other's touch. He loved the way her nipples tensed up as he ran his palms over them again and again. She was sure to use both hands to wash his cock, smiling at the response there and in the wiggle of his hips and the way his eyes closed as she gripped him. After they were completely rinsed off, David took her in his arms and as the water splashed onto them and flowed down their bodies, he embraced her, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Toweling off afterwards was just as enjoyable with lots of playful and loving touching. The whole experience was just one more intimate pleasure that they shared, a blend of their sexual, sensual, and loving natures.

"So do you want to check out the lake?" she asked as she wrapped the towel around her body.

"That sounds like fun," he replied.

"Maybe we can take out one of the boats," she ventured.

"Cool," he replied.

Holly slipped out of the bathroom while he finished up. From where he stood brushing his hair into place, he could see her step into the bedroom, courtesy of the angle afforded by the mirror over the dresser. She pulled the towel from her body and stood there naked, drying her hair a bit more before brushing it back. She turned and tilted her head as she brushed. David found himself captivated as he watched her, her tall slender body, the delightful curves fully tanned. Bending over to pick out a bathing suit from the drawer gave him another glimpse of her body. What exactly there was about her, he wasn't sure, but he knew that he loved it; he loved her. 

He watched as she held up a couple of different suits before deciding on a purple one, an exotic color that always looked so good on her. Stepping into the suit bottom and pulling it up her long legs, she fit it around her ass and pussy. Watching her dress this way, so natural and unguarded, gave him a tingle and he felt his cock twinge at the sight. She picked up the top to her suit and began to slip it on. She took her time fitting it around her breasts, shifting it, adjusting it, and turning this way and that to make sure it fit nicely. Every one of her actions was having a decided affect on him. When she seemed satisfied that she was ready, she pulled out a little pair of khaki shorts and pulled them on. Once she was finished in the bedroom, she turned and saw him staring at her from the bathroom and smiled devilishly, sticking out her tongue.

"Damn you," he said loudly. "You knew that I was watching you."

"There's a lot about you that you think I don't know, but I do," she taunted. Then looking down at his crotch, she licked her lips and said, "Now get yourself dressed before you really embarrass yourself."

He felt his hard on twinge. She knew how to get to him. Throughout the time they had been together, he had always felt as if he was the one leading her on, but was quickly coming to the conclusion that it might have been the other way around. Strutting into the bedroom to get his own suit and a t-shirt, he tried to so as she had done, but not seeing her in the mirror, he figured that she had gone to the kitchen to fix something to eat. But when he finally turned to step from the bedroom, he saw that she was just outside the door.

"Mmm, yummy," she said, reaching up to pat him on the cheek. 

David sat out on the porch looking out at the lake and Holly carried out a tray with a light little lunch. They took turns feeding themselves and each other some of her homemade pasta salad. It was playful and spontaneous as they toyed with each other. There were a few kisses exchanged, several smiles, and couple of long lingering looks of love that passed between them. As they ate, they noticed that the afternoon air had warmed up considerably and it was quite pleasant to sit in the shade with the lake sparkling off in the distance.

"Are you ready for that boat ride?" Holly asked when they were finished.

"You bet," David answered.

She took the tray inside and joined him as he started to wander down the path toward the lake. She came running up beside him and slipped her arm around his, taking his hand into hers. The lake wasn't far from the cottage and David paused when they reached the beach to look around.

"This is really nice," he remarked. "Very nice."

Holly started toward the dock where the speedboat and pontoon were tied up. "Which one do you feel like?" she asked, leaning toward the speedboat.

David hesitated on the shore. "Why don't we take this one?" he said pointing toward the old rowboat that was off to the side.

"Are you sure?" she said skeptically. "I don't anyone's been in that for a long time."

"It looks seaworthy," he remarked looking the small wooden boat over. "Wouldn't that be romantic, a nice little trip around the lake in a rowboat? Why don't we give it a shot?"

"If you want," she said still skeptical. She took a seat over on the dock and watched as he pushed it down toward the lake, tipped it over to drain it out, and then righted it. He found an old dried up towel hanging on a line nearby and he grabbed it to wipe off the seats. She enjoyed watching him work, so earnest and deliberate. The boat hadn't been used in a couple of years at least and he spent several minutes wiping the boat clean of the sand and debris that had covered it. 

He picked up and checked out the oars, and fitted them to the oarlocks. Standing for a moment looking over his work, hands on hips, she couldn't help but laugh at his self-satisfaction. She would have been just as glad to take out the speedboat or the pontoon boat, but once he got an idea in his head, it was hard to break him of it. But then, most of his ideas were fun and sexy and enjoyable. He pushed the boat out into the lake, the water rising up to his knees, and pulled it over to where she sat at the dock.

"So what do you think?" he called to her, holding the anchor rope and climbing up out of the water onto the dock.

Holly got up from the dock and stood beside the cute little refurbished rowboat. "Looks okay to me. Are we ready?"

"Yeah," he said stepping down from the dock into the boat. He helped her down into the back seat and took his place in the middle. He pushed the boat away from the dock and maneuvered around to head out onto the lake. 

As he took his time leisurely rowing, she leaned back onto the stern and stretched her long legs out crossing them at the ankles so that they almost reached his seat. She looked so sweet and sexy in her purple bikini top, the little khaki shorts, and cute pair of sunglasses. As she leaned back, feeling the sun fall onto her chest, she pulled out the little bottle of sunscreen from her pocket and spritzed some onto her body. Her long fingers slowly spread it around the curves of her breasts, her neck and her shoulders. She spread some more on her arms and shoulders and could see that the slower she spread it and the more carefully she rubbed into her skin, the more closely David watched her. She couldn't see his eyes through his own sunglasses, but she could feel the heat from his gaze. She reached over and playfully rubbed some lotion onto his nose. Then she leaned back onto the stern again, feeling her suit pull tightly against her firm breasts, knowing that the outline of her nipples would turn him on. Yet he continued to row without missing a beat.

"This is really nice out here," he remarked finally looking around the lake. "Not too crowded, not too built up. Just right."

"I'm glad you like it," she returned. "Cuz it's my favorite place to be. I love it here."

"How long have your folks had it?"

"Ever since I can remember," she said, reaching over the side to drag her hand in the water.

"It's really pretty," he said looking off for a moment to the other side. Then he turned back toward her and smiled. "But not quite as pretty as you."

She pulled her wet hand up from the water and sprinkled it onto her chest, the cool water feeling good on her hot skin. She reached down and dipped it again in the cool water and sprinkled a bit more onto her chest, this time making sure that her bikini top was a little more wet. Of course, her breasts were sensitive and the cool water made her nipples press out against her top. A few beads of sweat were breaking out on David's forehead, and she knew it wasn't all from the sun. She reached again into the water, but this time, instead of sprinkling herself, she flicked it at his face.

"Looks like someone should have taken a cold shower," she laughed. 

He lowered his head so that his eyes peered out over the rim of the sunglasses. There was that delightful look of lust in his eyes, not completely uncontrolled, but enough to communicate the deep desire he felt for her. She smiled and licked her lips seductively. When one of the oars nearly missed the water and just skimmed over it, he almost fell backward into the rowboat.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said sitting back upright. "I'm cool."

Although he was trying hard to be casual and not pay any attention to her, there was no doubt that she had him around her little finger. He tried glancing off toward the shoreline, checking out the other cabins and houses. But then Holly would let her head fall backward, letting the sun drench the soft tender skin of her throat and neck, or arch her back and draw the top of her suit tighter against her firm body, and he would find himself gazing back at her. They were out near the middle of the lake and suddenly it began to feel quite hot in the sun to him.

"Are we having a hard time over there?" she asked, teasingly.

"No, why?" he asked, continuing to row, despite the sweat on his brow.

"You seem to be getting tired over there," she smiled. "I thought you'd rather take the speedboat out, but you insisted on this one."

"I'm fine," he said, despite the beads of sweat running down his forehead. "Don't worry."

"I'm not worried," she said, letting her legs fall open a bit. "I'm having fun!"

She knew where he was looking and, as she scooted her butt toward the edge of the seat, she felt the hem of her shorts ride up her thighs even higher. They were short enough to begin with, and as her legs parted farther, a hint of her purple suit bottom must be showing as well. As she gazed down at his crotch, she knew it must be true, for there was a growing lump clearly visible between his legs. She spread her legs just a bit farther.

He bravely continued to row, but began to loop around heading back toward the cabin. Of course the breeze and current were working against him now, as was the look of her long legs and the appealing smile she wore. David finally drew the oars up into the boat, pulled his shirt up over his head, and mopped his head with the damp shirt.

"Don't you know that you're never supposed to let them see you sweat?" she said teasingly. "Though in your case it's sort of sexy."

"That may be," he replied, taking off his sunglasses and setting them on top of his t-shirt. "But I have to do this." He cautiously stood up. "Don't go anywhere. I'll be right back."

After eying both sides of the boat, he quickly dove off into the water, some of his backsplash flying up to sprinkle Holly. He surfaced near the boat and reached up to grab it.

"Ah, this is much better," he said, grinning with relief from the cool water. Rocking the boat gently, he smiled at her. "Come on! You should join me."

"I think I'll stay right where I'm at," she said, holding onto the sides of the boat as he continued to rock it.

"Oh, come on!" he called out as he rocked the boat a little harder. "The water's great!"

"David, Stop it!" she said seeing the broad grin on his face. "You're going to tip this over!"

"Well wouldn't that be something?" he replied devilishly. "Jump in with me, or I will tip it over."

She tried pulling his fingers loose from the boat but he simply moved his hands further away out of her reach.

"David, please!" she said louder.

"Jump or tip, make your choice," he replied.

"Oh, okay," she said. "But you have to stop rocking. You're gonna make me sick."

"All right," he said letting go of the boat and slipping below the surface for a moment.

When he surfaced again, she was slipping her shorts down her long legs. He grabbed onto the boat and pulled himself up to get a better view. After slipping her legs out of the shorts and setting them on the seat beside her, she tugged her suit bottom up her hips, knowing that it was pulled tightly against her pussy. Her body was hot and moist with perspiration and the suit clung to her like a second skin. She reached up to adjust her suit top before starting to get up.

"Come on in, Baby," he called up to her. "The water's great!"

She looked at him bobbing in the clear cool water of the lake and smiled. He was grinning like a kid and looked so appealing in his excitement. Putting a hand on the side of the boat, she hopped over and fell into the water feet first. The water was cool as she slipped beneath the surface and felt it flow over every part of her. As she began to rise back to the surface she felt the warmth of his hand reaching for her arm, helping guide her toward him. His arm slipped around her and pulled her close.

"What'd I tell you?" he laughed. "Isn't this great?"

"It's refreshing," she said.

With one hand up holding onto the boat, he pulled her close so that their bodies were touching, their warm bodies in the cool lake water. He managed to slip his other hand up to brush her wet hair from her face and kissed her gently and warmly. Their legs kicked and treaded the water. David's warm hand explored her body teasingly, toying with parts of her suit, flirting with her bare skin. When she started to ease away, his arm caught up around her back and pulled her to him. They were wet and breathing heavily, their faces close, their noses touching. His lips sought out hers for a lingering brushing kiss, their wet lips and hot breath commingling as they managed to keep their faces above the water.

Holly finally eased away from him and swam away. When she turned and swam back toward the boat he did the same. She held onto the boat and waited for him to return. She could see his body glide through the water and rise up to surface beside her. His arms snaked up on either side of her and grabbed onto the boat. Doing so pressed his body toward hers, their cooled skin touching and teasing each other. His mouth sought out hers again, this time for a more pressing kiss, more desirous and passionate. His tongue flicked at her mouth, teasing her into opening it, hungry for another taste of her.

"Oh, David," she called out as he pressed her up against the boat.

"I love you, Baby," he whispered, his voice thick and hoarse.

David brought an arm down from the boat and slipped it around behind her back to pull her belly up against him. She wove her legs around his as their embrace melded them together, their kiss now hot and wet and deeply sexual. His hand began to move over her body now, down the middle of her back so that his fingertips could slip under the elastic of her suit bottom and tease the crack of her ass. Then upward along her back until he moved it around and reached toward her breast. As his thumb and forefinger poked up under the tie string of her suit, she began to squirm and tried to move him away.

"Don't you think we should be getting back?" she asked.

He pushed himself away from her. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. "I guess I got carried away. Easy to do with you."

She laughed. "That's okay. I really enjoyed that, but don't want to get into it right here, right now."

He joined her in laughing and swam around to the back to help her climb up into the boat. They returned to their seats and he took up the oars again, reinvigorated enough to head back to shore. As she leaned back against the boat, David couldn't help but notice how closely her suit clung to her body, almost as if purple paint had been poured over her nakedness.

She pulled her suit into place and tried her best to draw his attention as he tried to row toward shore. Tempted to laugh at his expression every time she touched her body or adjusted her suit, she instead leaned forward and kissed him. When she did so, she could feel her breasts push against her suit and reached up to tug it to the side revealing her lovely tanned breasts. She sat up, teasing him with the sight of her naked body. She had to admit that seeing him rowing with his wet swimming shorts clinging to his body, his arms and shoulders rippling from the exercise was having an effect on her as well.




The Log Cabin Ch. 2



"You know paybacks are a bitch," he said, trying his best to sound strong and tough as he continued to row, but knew that she could tell the difference.

"I'm hoping that's more than an empty promise," she said, readjusting her suit so that she was covered up again. She leaned back against the boat, pulling her shoulders back and letting the arch of her back thrust her breasts forward.

Baby," he said, pausing in his rowing and lowering his head so that his eyes peered out over the rims of his sunglasses. "I don't make promises I cannot keep."

"That's what you say now," she replied, tossing her head back with a laugh. Then she brought it forward to look him straight in the eye. "But I'll just have to see about that."

David took up the oars again and began to row strongly toward shore. As they cut through the water, Holly began to toy with her bathing suit, especially since it was drying in the sun and becoming snug on her. She shifted the top around so that her breasts didn't feel quite as constrained. She rearranged the bottom of her suit, pulling it up so that it pulled tightly against the mound of her pussy. Then she spread it out so that it was comfortable.

When she was done, she sat up in the boat and looked at him. There was a sly smile on his face and the lump in his swim trunks was appreciable. She loved teasing him, not to be mean, but simply because she loved him and he loved her. There was an electrical feeling that snapped between them every time they were together. He would tease her with his words and the way he looked at her; she would tease him with her youth and beauty; and when they came together the feelings were sensational and intense. Yet when their lovemaking was finished, they could sit and talk for hours about anything and everything. Of course there were those moments when they would simply hold each other and feel the love pass back and forth between them.

As the balmy breeze passed over them, Holly could feel the electricity passing between them now, despite having made love earlier in the day. As he methodically rowed toward shore, she began to touch her body lazily, her fingertips gliding down between her breasts, flirting with the edge of her top. Though he was bent on rowing, she could feel the touch of his gaze upon her. Smiling for a moment, then opening her mouth to lick her lips, she dipped her fingertips underneath the suit top, making her nipple stiffen and poke up through the thin material. Then she drew her hand over to her other breast, rubbing her palm across it and cupping it gently. She could tell that he was watching her closely judging by the way his pace was picking up and the growing bulge in his swimming trunks.

Her skin felt so hot as she lay back against the boat. Seeing what her little game was doing to him, she couldn't resist letting her hand slip down over her hot tummy and flirt with the waistband of her suit bottom. As she let her fingertips dance back and forth across her belly, she let her legs fall open and watched as his jaw began to drop. Tucking her fingertips under the elastic of her suit, she eased them slowly down toward her pussy. When her middle finger reached her mound, she gasped and felt a shiver move through her body. She felt herself turn on and knew that he was too. She pulled her hand up from inside her suit bottom and dragged her finger up her body a ways before raising her fingertip up to her mouth to suck it inside her mouth. 

"You are asking for it, you know," David remarked.

"What could that be, hon?" she replied. "I haven't done anything."

"I may have to put you over my knee, young lady," he said trying to make his voice sound authoritative.

"And that's supposed to do what? Punish me?" she taunted playfully. "I like to get spanked so that wouldn't be punishment at all."

Glancing quickly over his shoulder to see how close to shore they were getting, David began rowing harder and faster. The sweat poured out of his brow under the bright sun as he pulled hard on the oars. Watching Holly touch herself had brought him back nearly to where he was earlier that morning. He felt a tingling in his legs and belly, and his raging hard on strained to break free. What was there about this girl that she could charge him up so? The last few strokes brought them close to the shore. He wasted little time maneuvering the rowboat up to the dock and tied it up hastily.

Holly grabbed her shorts, scampered up from the boat, and ran along the dock toward the shore. David ran after her quickly catching up with her where the dock met the shore. He reached for her and managed to get an arm around her waist. She laughed and broke free but he caught her again by railing that led up toward the cabin. Wrapping both arms around her this time, he held onto her, holding her struggling body against his. He could feel the heat of her body, warmed by the sun as he pulled her close to him. His kisses found her shoulders and neck as his arms held her tightly. She turned her head in the direction of his kisses and tried to turn around to face him. He let up on his grip as she turned, but just as her lips met his for a wild wet kiss, she slipped away from him and ran up the walkway toward the cabin.

Out of breath he caught her by the door, and as the door opened they stumbled inside together. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around to face him, pulling her close to him, so close that her belly rubbed up against his hard cock. His hungry kisses found her lips, her cheek and her neck. His teeth nibbled on her neck and shoulders. He felt her breath as she gasped. He was being overcome by the urge to have her, to take her here and now, to make her his own. He pressed himself up against her, walking her backward toward the bedroom. Backing her up against the bedroom door, he held her arms up and pinned her against the door with his body.

"Oh, David," she cried out. "What are you doing?"

Without saying a word, he looked her in the eyes, the rising tide of passion flooding him and a faint look of fear filling hers. Letting go of her wrists, he slipped his arm around behind her while his other hand plunged down inside her suit bottom. He found her pussy wet and waiting for his touch. She squirmed, but not from fear, for though his touch was strong and forceful, she knew that it was loving, and she knew that she had teased him into taking her this way, a way that she had fantasized about. His kisses fell about her neck and shoulders as his hand rubbed her pussy firmly, working two fingers up inside her. He pulled her away from the bedroom door and stepped toward the bed. She fell backward onto the soft bedspread.

"Oh, god, David," she cried as she moved back fully onto the bed. "Don't hurt me, honey."

David simply smiled as he gazed at her with his eyes overcome by the passion and lust he felt for her. He pulled his swim trunks down and bared his stiff cock, longer and harder than she had ever remembered. Moving onto the bed between her legs, he reached down to take a hold of her suit bottom with both hands. Tugging it down from her hips, he smiled when she moved her legs to let him pull it off and bare the sweet cleft of her pussy. Holding his cock with his hand, he moved forward on top of her, directing the head toward her pussy. He hovered over her body that was now wiggling with anticipation. When his lips met hers so did the head of his cock touch her pussy. When his tongue pushed its way into her mouth so did his cock work inside her pussy. She could feel his strength and passion as he thrust himself up deep inside her. 

There was no teasing play this time around, no gentle little in and out movements. This was all rough and raw emotion flowing between them, as he took her so much more physically than ever before. The sensation of him forcing himself into her sent several waves of tremendous sensations through her. All she could feel was his firm thick cock thrusting deep inside of her. She struggled to move, but the force of his body held her fast beneath him. She was able to pick up her legs and wrap them around him as he fucked her wildly, harder and faster; every inch of him was penetrating into her, introducing wondrous sensation after sensation to her. His breath was hot as it washed her cheek and shoulders. She grabbed onto his shoulders and he continued to thrust deeply inside of her. She had never felt him this forceful and it turned her on incredibly.

"Oh, god, David! Honey!" she screamed from the intense pleasure she felt cascading through her body.

His hands reached down to cradle her shoulders firmly as he pushed himself into her harder and harder. His belly was slapping at hers without slowing or stopping.

"Oh, god! Oh, god!" she cried out. "I'm coming!"

He felt her body quiver deeply as he continued to move against her, his arms trapping he beneath him, holding her tightly as his own passion mounted. The feel of her body quivering and shaking beneath him was bringing him to the peak. He could feel the tension building up inside and then, with a few final deep thrusts, the sensation of her tight pussy clenching him tightly as she came, he began to feel the explosion come from deep inside him. Time and again he felt his cum shoot deep into her pussy.

"Oh, god, Baby," he grunted.

"Oh, I feel it honey!" she said, her own body quivering and shaking with ecstasy.

Several more times he thrust up inside her, his cock exploding from the pleasure of being buried inside her like this, his cum filling her up. He clutched at her shoulders and held her so tightly that they seemed as if one body writhing with pleasure, one single orgasmic creature melded together. Exhaling deeply, he collapsed down onto her, feeling his body shake as the sexual tension was released. He finally released his firm hold on her.

"Oh, Baby! That was intense!" he said completely spent and out of breath.

Their lips found each other and they kissed softly and gently.

"Oh, David! That was wonderful!" she smiled. "I've always fantasized about you taking me like that. My god, I didn't know it would be like that!"

He rolled over a bit to lie beside her, yet they managed to keep his cock inside of her pussy. He could feel her fast heavy breathing as her chest heaved inside the circle of his arms. He matched her almost breath for breath as their pulses still raced.

"Man, I'm going to need a nap after that, Baby," he laughed. 

"That's okay, Hon," she cooed as her hand moved over his heaving chest. "We don't' have anywhere to go or anything to do tonight."

"I know," he replied. "I just want to be with you."

*** To Be Continued ***



The Log Cabin Ch. 3



It was early evening when David woke up with a start and looked around him. Waking up the first time in a strange place, he took a moment to realize where he was, in the cabin belonging to Holly's parents. He was naked but tucked in beneath a sheet in the large bedroom and Holly was nowhere to be seen. But as he picked up his head, he could smell food and hear the sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen. Slipping from the bed he pulled a pair of shorts from his bag and stepped into them. Holly was in the kitchen. He could see that she had set a dinner table outside on the porch and appeared to be ready to serve dinner. She was dressed in a tank top and a cute little pair of shorts.

"Hello, sleepy head," she said softly when she looked up to see him stumble out from the bedroom. "I was just getting ready to wake you up for dinner."

"Why didn't you wake me up earlier?" he asked, running his hand through his tousled hair. "I didn't want to sleep the day away."

"You were sleeping so soundly," she said, as he came up to her and put his arms around her. "Besides you looked so sweet and innocent, I didn't want to disturb you."

"Well, it wasn't entirely innocent," he said, before giving her a light kiss on her lips. "Cause I was dreaming about you."

"Aww, that sounds sweet," she replied, returning his kiss. "I hope you brought your appetite."

"Look at all this!" he said checking out the food warming on the stove "You told me that you couldn't cook! I'm impressed. So what do we have here? Smells great!"

"N.Y. strip steaks, cooked just the way you like them, medium rare, baby carrots in a glaze, and a mashed potato soufflé," she said proudly. "And for dessert, chocolate cheesecake, cuz it's my specialty!"

"I am so lucky to know you," he said with a smile and kissed her again. They carried the meal out onto the porch and Holly lit the candles before sitting down to eat. David uncorked the wine that he had brought along and poured them each a glass. The evening was warm and balmy, the lake looked gorgeous as it sparkled through the trees, and the scent of the pine and maple trees was wonderful. The two lovers ate and drank, talked and looked into each other's eyes deeply. Though the conversation was simple and sort of day-to-day, the looks were deep and emotional.

"This is really nice, Holly. Everything is so delicious," he said calmly, glancing for a moment out at the lake before looking back at her. "I'm glad you invited me up here." 

"I had been thinking of this for a while, and couldn't wait for you to be here with me."

He looked deeply into her dark green emerald eyes, which were reflecting the flames of the flickering candles. She paused between bites and looked back at him. A serene smile formed on her face that seemed to blossom into the most endearing look he had seen her give off. He lowered his head a bit and smiled broadly, still keeping his eyes on hers.

"What's the matter?" she said dabbing her napkin at the corner of her mouth. "Is something wrong?"

"Not a thing," he replied, reaching over to take her hand in his. "Have I told you that I love you?"

"Only about a hundred times today," she said. "You know I love you too."

"Yes," he answered.

After dinner and each one had finished off a slice of cheesecake, they took another bottle of wine and their glasses down to the beach and sat in the old Adirondack chairs her father had built. David toasted her beauty, the sunset, and their togetherness. For her part, Holly laughed and smiled and told him how much she enjoyed his company, even if he was a little goofy sometimes. They took a walk along the shoreline for a while, splashing through the fresh water that washed up onto the sandy beach. 

David paused and pulled her close to him. His hand reached up to cradle her chin and tilt her face for a kiss. It was a long, wet kiss, with lots of lips brushing and tongue touching; it felt as if only their mouths were touching, that all of the feelings flowing between them were passing through their lips. They fell silent on the return stroll. By the time the moon and stars had come out, they were sitting on the dock, their feet dangling in the water.

"Do you ever try to count stars," he asked.

"Maybe when I was little," she laughed amusedly. "Why?"

"I don't know," he said, then began to chuckle. "You know me. Mr. Romantic. Always thinking of weird things, like the number of stars is the number of reasons I love you. Or that your smile is brighter than all of them put together. You know, goofy things that drive you crazy."

"David," she said resting her hand on his shoulder. "I don't think that's goofy at all. I think that it's wonderfully romantic."

She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. He looked at her, smiled and shook his head slightly. She left her hand on his shoulder but looked out toward the lake. The air was still and the lake was smooth and clear, with only the scarcest ripple from a feeding fish to break the surface. For these two, there was no other place like this tonight, no other person to be with.

"It's getting late, isn't it?" Holly said.

"Probably," he remarked. "You sleepy, Baby?"

"A little," she replied. "But it's so pretty out here tonight, I almost hate to go inside and miss it all."

"I know. I was thinking though that maybe Daddy could tuck you in tonight," David suggested.

"Oh, really," Holly said, her eyes widening. "That would be very nice. Why don't you give me a few minutes?" 

"Okay, Baby."

She kissed him before getting up and running up to the cabin. David watched as her shadow disappeared into the trees. A moment later some lights flickered on in the cabin. He smiled at the thought of being with her again. They had played many roles before in their lovemaking, but he knew that this one was special for her. Just as he could never do something for real with a daughter and she had no thing for her father, it was a pure, powerful fantasy. He looked up and tried to find his lucky star, but then realized that maybe all of them were lucky tonight.

Feeling a tremendous excitement building up inside, David got up from the dock and strolled leisurely up the path to the cabin. The fresh scent of perfume greeted him when he reached the doorway. The lights were dim except for the lamp in the bedroom. When he stepped to the doorway, he saw her sitting at the dresser, brushing her hair. She was dressed in a silky little robe. It was light blue, her favorite color, and had some lovely embroidered trim in dark blue and black. He watched for a moment or two as she drew the brush through her red hair, now turned strawberry blonde from the sun. He smiled and stepped over beside her, placing a hand on her shoulder and looking down at her reflection in the mirror.

"You look pretty tonight, Baby," he said.

"Thank you, Daddy," she said, looking back at him with a nervous little tremble in her voice. She ran the brush through her hair once more.

"Are you ready for me to tuck you in?" he asked, bringing his hand up to touch her freshly brushed hair.

"Oh, yes, almost," she said, setting down the brush and getting up from the little tapestry bench. She stood close to him, their faces just inches apart. She eased away from him, her eyes never leaving his, and stood next to the oversized queen bed, toying with the belt that held her robe together.

"Need some help with that, Baby?" he asked.

"I just always seem to have a hard time untying things, Daddy," she said, fiddling helplessly with the belt.

"Here, let Daddy show his baby how to do it," he said, joining her beside the bed. When he looked at her face she looked a bit timid or shy and seemed to be trembling slightly. He fingered the belt and found the ends. Pulling them up and away from her, the knot slipped loose and the robe opened slightly. He could see that her nipples were stiff and protruding into the silky fabric of the robe. He ran his fingertips up along the edge of the robe as it curved up along her stomach and her breasts. "You look so lovely in this robe, it would be a shame to take it off."

"But you know I can't sleep in it," she said, her voice wavering. "It would get all ruined."

"Well, we can't have that happen now could we?" he replied, smiling. 

His fingers were near her shoulders and had slipped underneath the lapels. Bringing them back down along the robe, they grazed her breasts, her stiff nipples pressing against the back of his hand. He could feel the warmth of her body radiating through the robe. She nipped at her lower lip nervously. As his fingers followed the edge of the robe downward, it began to open wider so that a lovely streak of her tanned body began to show. When his fingers reached her waist, he began to pull the robe open, slowly baring her soft warm body. He looked down and saw the daintiest, tiniest, sheerest little lace panties in a matching light blue. A tremor of excitement shuddered through his body at the sight. What was there about the look of delicate fine lace against the soft smooth curves of her body?

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered, her voice faint and trembling.

"What's the matter, Baby?" he asked, his voice soft and deep and sexy.

"Mmm," she hummed, her head shaking slightly from side to side.

Her head tilted slightly to the side and back. Her hands instinctively reached up to his broad shoulders for support. Her nails dug into his flesh. He smiled and continued to pull the robe open slowly, pulling it so that the lapels rubbed against her breasts, teasing her stiff pink nipples as they popped free and greeted the cool night air and the hungry look of his eyes. She gasped and let her head fall back a bit farther. David then slipped his thumbs inside the edge and let them dance up the length of the robe, barely touching her warm trembling flesh. As he did so the robe opened fully and began to slip down from her shoulders. She let her arms fall to her sides so the robe could fall free of her body. He caught it as it fell away from her and draped it over the bedpost.

"Ok, Baby," he said, reaching down to pull the covers back. "Time for bed."

He held the covers up so that she could slip her long legs inside and then curl up with the pillow. His eyes swept up and down the length of her body, drinking in the beauty of her legs and belly and breasts, the blush of her cheeks that was spreading down over her chest, and the timid smile on her lips. He brought the covers down and tucked them up under her chin.

"Goodnight, Baby," he whispered, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek.

"Goodnight, Daddy," she whispered in return.

"Sleep tight," he added, making sure the covers were tucked nicely around her body.

"Mmm, yes," she said, her eyes closing.

David brushed his hand up over her hair feeling the softness of her curls. Her eyes opened widely as his hand lingered on her head, touching her so lovingly. He sat on the bed beside her, his hand remaining on her head, his fingers weaving into her hair. Leaning over, he gently kissed her cheek again. This time his lips lingered as they brushed against the soft skin of her cheek, the tip of his tongue flicking out to taste her. His lips brushed their way toward her ear. She gasped again when she felt his breath tease her ear and neck. 

"Mmm, my baby smells so good tonight," he spoke softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. Her freshly washed and scented body was so appealing to him. "Daddy loves the way she smells."

She felt his kisses reach her ear and neck. His tongue traced the outline of her ear and teased at the opening. She began to squirm under the covers, her breath coming faster.

"Oh, Daddy," she said. "Oh, Daddy."

"My baby tastes so sweet tonight," he replied "Daddy loves the taste."

She began to roll over from her side onto her back, if only to bring his kisses closer to her mouth. As they brushed together, she responded by kissing him in return. Their lips were hot and wet and their tongues moved against each other's. Her hand reached out from under the covers to touch the back of his neck and hold him close to her.

"Does Daddy's little girl like the way he kisses her?" he asked softly.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she whispered.

With his kisses remaining on her lips, he slipped his hand up to her cheek and caressed it gently. His fingertips flirted with her ear and the side of her neck. Then his hand slipped down under the covers onto her shoulder and began to ease down over her chest.

"Oh, Baby, you are so warm to Daddy's touch," he said as his fingers danced slowly along the upper curves of her breast. "Daddy can't resist touching his little girl tonight."

David had touched Holly before a hundred times, a thousand times maybe, but it had never felt so exciting, or so intense. Was it the trembling of her body or his hand? Or was it simply the words and the way he said them? She nearly exploded when his hand formed up around her breasts and cupped it, his forefinger and thumb pinching the nipple.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out. "Oh, Daddy."

He picked his head up and began to pull the covers down from her chin. His eyes were heavy lidded and overflowing with passion and lust as he looked at her body, revealed again as the covers were pulled away from her body. His other hand reached over to touch her other breast. He teased and pinched both of her nipples, his palms pressed against the firm flesh of her breasts, and savored the silky soft texture of her skin. 

"Do you want Daddy to kiss your breasts, Baby?" he asked, his voice flooded with the sound of lust.

"Oh, yes, Daddy," she cried. "Kiss me there. Kiss me all over."

"Oh, Baby," he said, lowering his lips to her breast. "Hmm, Daddy loves his little girl."

He kissed and licked at the nipple, his tongue drawing circle after circle around the aureole. Then he pressed his mouth down against her breasts and sucked the nipple up into his mouth. His tongue lapped lightly at it as the suction pulled it up deep inside his mouth. His teeth found the tip and bit down firmly but gently. She gasped and her body shivered noticeably when he opened his mouth and let it pop back out. He did almost the same thing with her other breast, the kiss, the lick, the suckling, and the nibble. His kisses and licks flowed over the curves of her breasts, harder and wetter and firmer. The quiver of a light orgasm swept over her as he kept touching and kissing her.

"Oh, god! Daddy!" she cried out loudly, her body rolling back and forth from the wonderful lovemaking she was experiencing. "Make me come!"

"Does my little girl want to come?" he asked, a playfully malicious tone added to his voice, as he picked his head up from the stiff pink nipples of her breasts. "Daddy wants to make his little girl feel good all over."

"Oh, please, Daddy! Please!" she cried out.

He leaned down to kiss her lips again and sent his hand on a slow journey down under the covers. His palm eased down over her stomach, her navel, and her belly. His fingertips reached the waist of her little lace panties and toyed with it.

"Does my little girl want me to touch her down there?" he asked. "Does my little girl want Daddy to make her come?"

"Oh, god, yes! Daddy, please!" she pleaded.

He slipped his hand over her panties and sent his fingers down along the slit of her pussy. She was already wet and he was delighted in the way she parted her legs and pressed her pussy up against the touch of his hand. The panties were so small and thin and wet that it felt almost as if she were naked when he ran his fingers up and down the slit of her pussy. She was spreading her legs wide apart and lifting her hips up to press herself against him.

"My little girl likes this I can see," he said as she continued to writhe and wiggle under the pleasure of his touch. "Daddy's girl like this a lot."

"Oh, Daddy," she cried.

He pulled the covers off of her and tossed them to the side revealing her body all wet and spread for him. He grabbed the panties by the crotch and began to tug them down. She raised her hips to help him pull the flimsy little panties down past her hips. Then she lifted her legs and feet so that he could pull them all the way off. Twirling them around his fingers with a devilish smile, he held them up to his nose and sniffed them.

"Mmm, my baby is getting excited," he remarked. "That turns Daddy on, you know."

Holly's legs were spread wide open for him now, her arms fallen above her head, her mouth open, her tongue licking her lips, and her body was wiggling slowly from side to side. He tucked the panties into the pocket of his shorts and sent his hand back to touch her pussy. His fingers traced every part of her, the soft smooth shaven outer lips, the hot wet inner lips, her firm little clit, and the sweet wet opening below. With every move he was bringing her higher and higher. As he slipped a couple fingers up inside her, he pressed his thumb down onto her clit.

"Oh, Daddy. You're going to make me come again!" she cried out.

"Not yet," he said with a sly smile. "Daddy wants to kiss his baby down there first."

Just the sound of the words coming from him was enough to push her over the edge. She felt her body tremble and shake from the sensation. Flashing a devilish smile, David climbed up onto the bed and positioned himself between the spread of her legs. His hands reached out to touch her legs, moved up and down their length, from ankle to calf to thigh and back down again. He took up one leg and brought her foot toward his mouth. His tongue reached out to flick at her big toe. He kissed her toes and her foot. He sucked each toe up into his mouth and licked between them. Then he kissed and licked his way down along her leg, her calf and thigh, his hands touching all that his lips didn't kiss. Then he took up her other leg and did the same. By the time he finally brought his mouth down to kiss her pussy she was on the verge of another orgasm.

"Oh, Daddy! Daddy!" she called out.

"Mmm," was all he could reply, as he buried his mouth on her pussy.

He opened his mouth and his tongue licked her pussy from top to bottom before pressing up inside her, burrowing inside her as far as he could reach. Re-positioning himself so that he was right down on top of her pussy, he began to lap at her hungrily. His tongue looped up and down and around her pussy. When he began to lap at her clit, he slipped a couple of fingers up inside her. He kissed and nibbled on her clit; he turned and twisted his fingers up inside her; he felt her body writhe with pleasure.

"Oh, Daddy! I'm going to come!" she screamed.

"Come on, baby!" he said raising up his head to see her fondling her breasts wildly, pinching and pulling on her nipples. "Daddy wants to taste you when you come!"

He pressed his mouth down against her again. His tongue flew over her clit, drawing circles around it, flicking at it, pressing down onto it.

"Oh, god, Daddy! Oh, god! Oh, god!"

She pushed herself up against him firmly as he wrote the alphabet on her pussy and clit. Between his tongue and fingers she was ready to really explode. David felt her pussy clench up tightly as her thighs pressed up against his cheeks and neck. The sweet taste of her excitement and the wild wiggling of her body kept him going harder and faster and deeper.

"Oh, god! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!" she shouted as a huge orgasm exploded inside her. Her breathing was so hot and fast she nearly fainted. Her body was shaking as wave after wave of tension was released. 

"Oh, Baby!" he said as he watched her surrender to the tremendous feelings of pleasure. A broad smile came over his face. "Daddy loves to make his little girl come!" He rose up on his knees between her spread legs and began to unfasten his shorts. "And his baby has made Daddy get excited." He opened up his shorts to reveal a beautiful hard on, and then tugged them down and off.




The Log Cabin Ch. 3



"Oh, Daddy!" she said as she saw his wonderful cock pointing at her. "Is all of that for me?"

"Yes, Baby! This is all for you!" he responded, holding it and waving it a bit. "So what are you going to do for Daddy?"

"I want to suck your cock, Daddy," she said, licking her lips eagerly.

"What's that, Baby?"

"I want your cock in my mouth, Daddy," she answered.

"You want my cock, Baby?" he asked, wagging it a bit. "You want to suck Daddy's cock?"

"Oh, yes! Please!"

David climbed up from between her legs and straddled her chest. Holly pulled the pillows together and propped them behind her head to bring her mouth up close to him. She reached out and took a hold of his cock, stroking it gently with both hands, guiding it toward her open willing mouth. It was his turn to receive pleasure and the heat of her breath and her wet lips sent a wave of sensations rippling through him.

"Oh, Baby!" he gasped. "Suck Daddy's cock."

She was toying with it, kissing it, letting her tongue curl around the head, licking the drops of precum from him. She let her hands stroke the firm shaft and was delighted in how it grew in length and thickness as she made love to it. He leaned forward and rested his hands on the headboard. When he began to slowly thrust his hips forward, she began to ease the head inside her mouth. He tasted just a bit salty as she felt him slip further inside her mouth.

"Do you like this, Daddy?" she asked innocently as she let him pop out of her mouth.

"Oh, Baby," he said. "Daddy loves the way you suck his cock."

She began to ease him in and out of her mouth, slipping her hands around to grab his ass and maneuver him back and forth. When she needed a deeper breath or two, she let his hard cock, slippery and wet with her saliva, pop out of her mouth. She grasped him firmly and ran her fist up and down the shaft several times.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered lustfully. "Your cock is so big and hard! I don't know if I can fit it all inside me."

Then she guided it back inside her hot wet mouth, savoring the feeling of it swelling up against her tongue and cheeks. His hips were rocking back and forth uncontrollably. She could see his chest heaving deeply as he tried to keep pace with her movements. His face and neck were flushed with excitement. She loved the glazed look of lust in his eyes as he looked down at her. She loved the feeling of power as she pleasured him; she could not control him, but knew that he was under her spell for these delicious moments.

She pulled her mouth off of him and held his cock in one hand as she guided her tongue down along the underside. She kissed and licked at his balls, but backed off when he flinched as she tried to suck them into her mouth. Bringing her hand up to cradle his balls, she slowly zigzagged her tongue back up the shaft and then stuffed the head back inside her mouth.

"Oh, Baby!" he called out with a loud gasp.

She began to work him in and out of her mouth faster and faster, sucking him inside her mouth deeper and deeper. She held him firmly at the base with her hand. His hips were thrusting forward wildly and she opened up fully for him, letting the head work down her throat as far as it needed. She was almost convinced from the intense look on his face that he was getting close to coming. She could feel his balls rise up close to his body as she cradled them in her hand, so she concentrated on his cock, holding it and stroking it with her hands, and sucking it deeply into her mouth. Then she pulled it out of her mouth again and began to give it little kisses and licks. She let her teeth rub on the sensitive head.

"Oh, Daddy," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me. I want to feel this big cock inside my pussy."

"Oh, Baby!" he called out. "Oh, Baby, Daddy wants to fuck you!"

"Oh, please, Daddy," she begged. "I want to feel you inside me."

David backed his legs down along her body, leaning forward as he did so to kiss her wet lips eagerly. Easing down between her legs now spread again for him, he rubbed the head of his cock on her wet pussy. As strong and forceful as their lovemaking had been earlier in the day, this night he wanted to take his time and savor this special experience.

"Is my little girl ready for Daddy's cock?" he asked, teasing her wet pussy with the head of his cock.

"I want it inside me, Daddy," she said trying to wiggle her hips down and draw him inside her. "Please, I need to feel it inside me."

"You know Daddy can't resist his little girl when she asks so nicely," he said.

As their eyes locked on one another, he slowly began to work the head in and out of her. Inch by inch he began to ease himself into her hot wet pussy. She picked her legs up and wrapped them around his hips, trying to pull him deeper inside her.

"Oh, Daddy! I love the feel of you inside me!" she whispered softly.

Silently he thrust all of himself inside her and held his position, relishing the sensational feel of his cock inside her. Then they began to move together, slowly at first but soon building up speed, their thrusts pushing each other upward as the feelings spread between them. Their bellies smacked against each other, their sweat pooled on her stomach. He had propped his body up on his elbows so that only their bellies were touching. As she responded to every thrust though, her breasts would occasionally brush up against his chest. He cradled her shoulders in his arms and watched the pleasure of each thrust bloom in her eyes; he felt himself near a climax but didn't want this gorgeous lovemaking to end so soon.

"Daddy wants you to get on top of him now," he suggested.

She smiled broadly. "You know I love to ride on top of you, Daddy," she said.

They rolled over so she could pull herself up. He had to admit that loved this nearly as much as she did. He loved seeing the look in her eyes and she took charge and worked herself toward a climax. She rested her hands on his shoulders and began to rock slowly, easing her pussy on and off of his cock until she got just the right position and penetration. His hands glided slowly up her arms to her shoulders. Then he spread out his fingers and let them cascade down over her breasts that were moving in a luscious concert with the rest of her body. They looked at each other lovingly as she rode him, their eyes filled with lust, the faces flush with passion, their mouths open and breathing heavily.

"Oh, Baby," he called out, as she began to ride him harder and faster.

Her pussy was hot and wet and as she moved her body back and forth on him, she rocked and wiggled her hips making sure that his cock would rub on her clit. She sat more upright and rocked on her knees moving up and down. She leaned back tilting her head backward and rested her hands on his legs. David let his hands drift down to caress her body, her waist, her hips, and her thighs. He could feel the tension mounting inside her, building up to a great climax.

"Daddy loves the way you fuck him, Baby," he said.

He noticed that each time he spoke to her this way, she would sigh or gasp deeply, and sometimes give him a look that he hadn't seen before. They had spoken a few times before of this fantasy, how that's all it was, and how she had found it hard to tell him, thinking that he would find it too weird. But he knew she wasn't his daughter, that they both had enjoyed their role-playing escapades before, and this was yet another way to explore their sensual and sexual natures together. But watching and feeling her response this night was so intense and as they touched each other so intimately, their lovemaking brought them to a heightened sense of arousal. He had never felt her move so firmly upon him so urgently, so full of passion and desire.

"Oh, Daddy," she said leaning back forward, her breasts rubbing against his chest, her lips moving down to brush against his. "Oh, Daddy, I love your cock inside me," she whispered hoarsely, her breath hot and heavy.

"Oh, my baby," he said, wrapping his arms around her, holding her hot sweaty body close to his. "Oh, my Baby. I love you."

He thrust himself up harder and harder into her as she held herself over him. 

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out. "Oh, Daddy, I'm coming again!"

And David could feel it in her as she collapsed on top of him. His hands moved up and down her backside, feeling the trembling flow from her hips up her back and down her legs. Her head was resting on his chest, but as she came, her teeth found the soft flesh of his shoulder. He flinched from the pressure of her bite.

"Oh, my Baby! My little girl!" he said, holding her gently as her teeth nipped at his shoulder again. 

He held her like that for a couple of minutes. But then she eased herself down from on top of him and settled beside him. She laughed when she saw the red teeth marks on his shoulder and rubbed them.

"Guess I sort of got carried away there," she said. "Sorry, Dav-, uh, Daddy."

"That's okay, but I may have to punish you for that, you know," he said, his hand reaching down to firmly rub the cheeks of her ass. With a quick slap he smacked her butt and felt her flinch slightly.

"But you know that I like getting spanked, Daddy," she laughed. "That isn't punishment."

"We'll have to see about that," David remarked. He slipped out from underneath her and kneeled beside her. Reaching down to rub her ass again he smacked her again, this time a bit harder. "When my little girl does something bad, she's going to get spanked."

"Then, you'll turn me into a bad girl, Daddy," she replied.

He smacked her but again a third and fourth time. She laughed and even picked up her but, almost sticking it in his face.

"Oh, Daddy, you'll have to do more than that to punish me," she taunted him as the red marks began to appear on both cheeks of her beautiful ass.

David smacked her again a few times, but as she presented herself to him, now up on all fours, it wasn't spanking that came to his mind. Her legs were spread just a bit and as he brought his hand down again lover on her butt it came close to her bare shaven pussy, still damp, still tempting him. His stiff cock dangling between his legs twinged as he let his hand remain on the hot flesh of her ass, his palm barely touching her pussy. His fingers slipped down along her wet slit, touching the warm lips, still red and swollen from their lovemaking.

"Oh, come on, Daddy. I've been such a bad girl," she laughed.

"Maybe I need to try a different punishment," he said.

He thought of a few things, but his hand resting on her ass, his fingers slipping near her pussy, was giving him other ideas. Rising up, he knelt behind her and began to rub the head of his cock on her pussy. He rubbed it back and forth several times, feeling her wetness begin to grow again.

"That isn't punishment, either, you know," she said. "But you can do that to me anytime. Daddy."

David couldn't resist the sight of his lover, on her hands and knees, her ass in the air, her legs spread slightly. He grabbed her hips and with a strong push he thrust his cock back up into her pussy, stuffing it all the way inside her. A second and third time he thrust himself into her, feeling the wonderful sensation of her pussy warming him up, driving him wild with desire for her.

"Oh, Daddy. Fuck me some more," she cried out.

"All right, then. So, my little girl wants me to fuck her? I'm going to fuck her."

He began to push harder and harder into her, moving her hips forward and back to exaggerate his thrusting. Her ass colored by the red marks of his hands smacked back against his belly. He couldn't resist spanking her again, noticing how she began more animated in her movements with each touch. And watching her move with such wild abandon was building in him a great feeling of excitement and pleasure.

"Oh, Daddy," she cried out again and again, tossing her head back and letting it fall forward as the feelings overcame her. She reached out and grabbed the headboard and raised herself up, tightening her pussy around his thrusting cock. "I want you to come in me, Daddy."

"Oh, Baby, I'm going to come," he grunted as he felt the complete effect of all of their lovemaking that day teeming up inside his body, ready for release. "Daddy's going to come in his baby!"

"Oh, come in me, Daddy! I want to feel you come in me!"

They were wild now, hot and sweaty and wildly fucking, their shouts and grunts and moans coming hard and fast. His fingers slipped around to finger her clit and she began to rock and wiggle her hips. She rose upward kneeling in front of him, her hand reaching back for him. As her hand reached his neck, he bent forward to kiss her shoulder and nibble on her soft hot flesh. He was close now and began to feel his sexual tension reach its peak.

"Oh, god, Baby!" he screamed out as he felt the first burst shoot out of his cock and bury itself deep inside her. "Oh, baby! I'm coming!"

"Oh, yes, Daddy! Come inside me! Come deep inside me!"

Three, four, five times he thrust into her, his cock erupting. They fell forward, flat onto the bed, his hips still pumping as his orgasm crested. She closed her legs up and squeezed everything out of him that she could. His wild kisses found her shoulders and neck and cheek; his hands held onto her as his body fell still, though his breathing was hard and fast. For several moments they lay there feeling the little vibrations, the small aftershocks reverberate between their bodies. Finally when his cock slipped out of her pussy, she rolled over and he lay beside her, holding her, resting his head on her breast.

"Oh, Baby," he said, when his breath returned to normal. "Whew! That was so intense."

"That was awesome!" she remarked, her voice sparkling. "I feel like I'm still coming."

"I still feel it too," he replied.

"I just knew that it would be," she said. "But you were okay with it weren't you? It didn't creep you out or anything, did it?'

"No, I loved every minute of it, Baby," he said, giving her breast a little kiss. "But I know one thing, though," 

"What's that, Hon?"

"I'm gonna have to do a whole lot of research to come up with something that will work as punishment for you."

"Yeah, cuz if you keep punishing me like this, you're gonna make this good girl go bad!"

*** To Be Continued ***



The Log Cabin Ch. 4



It was after three in the morning when Holly awoke. Feeling kind of cold, she rolled over and reached toward where David had fallen asleep. There was some warmth under the covers, but he wasn't. She sat up with a start and noticed in the dim moonlight how the covers on his side were pulled back and for a split second she thought he had left. But after noticing his unpacked bag by the dresser, she looked around and saw that the small oriental lamp in the kitchen was lit. She slipped into her robe and when she reached the bedroom doorway saw that David was seated at the kitchen table dressed in only a pair of silk boxers, writing on an open steno pad.

She smiled and stepped up silently behind him, trying not to make a sound. She knew that he had this power of concentration that couldn't be disturbed no matter how she tried to distract him. The room was filled with a golden glow from the lamp that shone on his face and hands. He was scribbling intently on the pad, pausing every few seconds to look up and away as if in deep thought. Then, he looked back down and began writing again in earnest. When she almost reached him, he turned back to her, held out his hand and waved it at her.

She wanted so much to stand behind his chair and wrap her arms around his shoulders to hug him, but the way he waved her off made her reluctant to disturb him. He turned back to the pad and continued to scribble. After sketching down a bit more, he picked up the pad as if reading what he had written. He made a couple of corrections, then smiled, nodded, and turned back to her.

"You didn't have to get up, Baby," he whispered hoarsely. "It's almost four in the morning."

"I know, but I missed you and saw the light on," she replied softly.

"Come here, Baby," he called over to her, pushing back from the table and holding out his arm.

She slipped onto his lap and let him put his arms around her. She let her own arms slip around his shoulders. It was an incredible warm hug that they shared; his face nestled into her breast, her cheek resting on his head, their arms keeping the other close. He raised his face from her breast and brought his lips up toward hers. He kissed her softly, warmly, and deeply.

"I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep," he said, softly. "I didn't want to disturb you, so I came out here and wrote you this poem."

He held the pad up for her to take it. In pencil, in his own distinctive longhand were the words, Summer Sun, Summer Moon, and several lines below it. She began to read them and by the third line felt the tears begin to roll down her cheeks.

Summer Sun, Summer Moon

I've walked this moonlit highway a thousand miles tonight Looking for the path that will lead me to your heart. From sun rise to set you've haunted me, Your smile and laugh and girlish giggle, That smooth touch of yours on my most tender parts, The soft beauty that melts me down completely, That strong stance when you're serious about something, That heavy-lidded look of deep desire when I tell you of my love. We've laid side by side in the sun, toasting and roasting our bodies, Letting our emotions catch fire as we make love In the mix of broad daylight and deep shadows. And when the moon came out tonight, it only heats us up the more, Escalating my thoughts and desires, accelerating our passion, Driving me out into the chill night to call out to the moon Your name and my love for you! We have these hours, these days alone, And tomorrow holds no promise of another day. Take me in your arms tonight, feel my tears and my love, Let me be the man you desire, the one you need, That one precious thing without which you cannot live! For when these days are done and the summer sun and moon Have moved on to fall, and the blaze of summer has been chilled by the frost, Will you still need me for these simple, precious things That only I can bring to you: my self, my heart, my love?

Holly let her hand that held the pad fall to her side, the tears streaming down her cheeks. "Oh, yes, David," she cried. "I will always want those things from you."

He held her close, his own eyes glazing over with tears. "You didn't have to answer," he said softly. "You don't have to say a thing."

"It's not fair," she sobbed, tapping his chest with her hands. "You made me cry again. It's just not fair."

"I only wanted to touch you, Holly, not make you cry." He reached under her chin and raised her face up so he could kiss her lips warmly and tenderly. "What I feel for you I have never known before, not with my ex-wife, not with the girlfriends I've had. Let's just enjoy it, okay?"

She nodded and kissed him back. They sat there in the dim golden light of the little kitchen lamp for several minutes, holding each other and swaying back and forth. Then they walked back to bed arm in arm, and lay under the covers with just the sound of their breathing and the night air surrounding them. The scent of the cabin and the dim early morning light faded into dreams for both of them. It was nearly ten o'clock when Holly woke up. The warm sun had splashed across the bed and she slipped back into her robe and looked for David, finding him standing at the stove still in just his boxers. She snuck up behind him and quickly reached around his waist and clung to him.

"Hey, Baby!" he said with a start. "Good morning."

"Morning," she said letting her hands wander all over his bare chest. "What'cha doing?"

"Cooking breakfast for the lady of the house," he replied. "And it's almost ready."

She looked down around his shoulder and saw him tending a fry pan.

"What is it? It smells delicious!"

"Chocolate chip pancakes with whipped cream," he replied. "Some fresh fruit and freshly squeezed orange juice."

"Mmm, good thing, because I'm starved."

"I know. Can't make love on a empty stomach."

They took their time eating breakfast, playfully feeding each other when the spirit struck them. Then they spent the rest of the morning taking a long walk through the woods and back along the winding road. When the sun had warmed things up, they went swimming out to the raft to lie in the sun for a while and then swam back. They lay on the beach in the sun taking turns spreading sunblock on each other. They kissed and lay close together touching tenderly but stopping short of making love. By the afternoon, when they had finished lunch, they were ready for another boat trip.

"Oh, gee, honey," she teased him as she stood over by the rowboat. "Are you sure you don't want to take this one again? It was sooo romantic."

David didn't say a word and only glared at her playfully as he checked out the speedboat. There was something about neat old wooden boats and the CrisCraft had it all. Holly joined him and slipped into the seat across from him. Away from the dock, they took a leisurely circuit around the lake. Since there were more people out on the lake today than the day before, he wanted to get familiar with the lake before taking any liberties with the throttle.

"You don't have to baby this thing, you know," she said. "My brothers always jump right on it."

"Next pass I'll floor it," David replied.

And he did so. It made such a sweet scene too, this strikingly attractive girl beside him, her snug colorful little swimsuit caressing her supple body, her hair streaming out behind her, the exhilarating broad smile on her face, the warm touch of her hand on his shoulder.

"That's more like it!" she shouted out over the roar of the engine.

"This is a lot more fun than the rowboat," he yelled.

"Told ya," she yelled back with a broad smile spread across her face.

David glanced over at her, letting his eyes linger on this lover, this one who was so unexpected in his life. Her fabulous smile and terrific laugh delighted him endlessly. As he spun the wheel to guide the boat around the lake, there was something special about the breeze flowing over them, the burbling roar of the motor, the slurping rush of the water underneath, and the passing of the sunlight and shadows over their half naked bodies. He took a long deep breath and wished that this wonderful feeling could last forever.

After several turns around the lake, David guided the boat toward shore and brought it in smoothly to the dock. Holly climbed out and walked back to the beach to sit in one of the Adirondack chairs and watch as David tied the boat up. She had felt so domestic spending the day with him this way, almost as it they were an actual couple, even though they were anything but. She was surprised that, even though he had occasionally given her a sexy eye, he hadn't come on to her at all. She opened her legs a little and pulled her suit bottom up tightly against the slit of her pussy. She tugged the cups of her bathing suit top down so that her nipples were nearly exposed. When David happened to look up toward her, he paused and let his jaw drop open for a second. She knew she looked pretty hot and sexy but he managed to hold his cool, safely securing the speedboat in its dockage. 

By the time the afternoon had drawn to a close, their thoughts turned to dinner. Neither was all that interested in cooking dinner, so they decided to go into town for dinner.

"There's this cute little place in the old bank building downtown," Holly suggested. "At least what they call downtown around here."

"Sounds great to me," David replied.

They took turns in the bathroom and of course he was finished first and took a seat on the sofa and waited. He had nearly finished paging through an old Sports Illustrated issue when she came out from the bedroom. He looked up and smiled. Holly was wearing a light blue sundress covered with delicate dark blue and white flowers. Cut from a blue satiny material and covered by a light sheer material, it came down to mid-thigh and complimented her coloring so beautifully. When she saw that he was looking over at her, she spun slowly, letting the skirt float out and showing off the halter neckline. She looked so appealing that he couldn't have eaten her on the spot.

"You ready?" she asked.

"Seeing you in that dress, I'm ready for anything," he replied getting up to join her. "You are beautiful!"

Their drive into town in David's car was leisurely, following the winding gravel and blacktop roads through the gently rolling countryside. It was early evening and the sun still had a few hours of life left. Holly sat on her side of the seat and enjoyed the breeze flowing through the open windows. The town was fairly busy with people strolling around chatting with friends and enjoying the balmy evening air.

They had a drink at the bar while they waited for a table at the restaurant. Eventually they were seated at a cute little table and were joined by their waiter, Brent, a nice looking, tall dark haired guy, perhaps Holly's age. They took their time ordering but as soon as the waiter stepped away to put their order into the kitchen, David felt her bare foot on his leg. She slipped it up his calf and along the inside of his thigh. He tried squeezing his legs together, but she was able to curl her toes over his cock. 

"Are you sure you want to be doing that?" he asked, with hardly a trace of protest in his voice.

"Definitely," she smiled. "I have to do this after what you've done to me in the past."

"If you insist," he smiled.

The long tablecloth hid the under table maneuvering of her toes. She was enjoying the looks that kept appearing on his face as she continued. He tried shifting in his seat, but there was little chance of him escaping her twiddling toes. He slipped his foot from his topsiders and tried to do the same, but as he did so, the waiter came over to check on them, giving Holly an approving once over as she leaned back in her chair. Once dinner was served, she retrieved her foot and sat up to eat. His broiled lake trout was nice and moist and her Pasta Alfredo was thick and creamy, and as usual they shared what each had ordered with the other.

"Mmm, this is delicious!" he said when sampling a mouthful of her pasta. "I love the sauce."

"And yours is pretty tasty too," Holly remarked.

When he had finished, David excused himself to the restroom. Brent, the waiter approached the table, looking Holly directly in the eye and smiling. She returned the smile but looked down at her drink and stirred it.

"Excuse me, Miss," he said boldly. "I hope you don't mind, but I was wondering if I could have your phone number. You know, maybe we could get together for a drink or something sometime." When she only smiled and didn't say anything to stop him, he got bolder. "I've been wanting to ask you all night, but would have felt funny doing it in front of your father."

Holly looked up at him, still smiling. "Well, I don't think that it's really up to me. Maybe you ought to ask my boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend?" the waiter replied, looking around sort of puzzled.

"Yes, and here he comes right now," she added.

The waiter looked in the direction that she was pointing only to see David returning from the restroom.

"Your boyfriend? But I thought he was ...," he said looking embarrassed. "I mean he looked old enough to be ... I mean, uh, I'm sorry."

"So what's going on?" David asked as he slid back on the bench.

"Excuse me," Brent mumbled and backed away quickly.

"Nothing," Holly laughed as he disappeared around a corner. "Just the waiter trying to hit on me. He didn't want to ask me out in front of my father, so he waited till you went to the restroom."

"Huh?" David said, a bit puzzled, before realizing what she was telling him. He looked over at the waiter who was being consoled by one of his pals, and laughed quietly. "Poor guy. Can't say I blame him though. You are the prettiest girl in the place. Now how about dessert?"

"Actually I'd rather just get going," she replied.

"Sure. That sounds like a good idea."

When the bill came, David pulled some cash from his pocket and laid it on the table. As they strolled toward the front door, they saw their waiter gesturing as they passed by. Holly pulled David to a stop and gave him a cute little kiss.

"Oh, Daddy," she said breathily. "I can't wait to get you home."

"Come on, Baby," he replied and led her toward the door.

Instead of heading toward the car, they decided to walk around the downtown loop of quaint specialty shops. The neat little old time hardware store had a toy train layout set up on a cute diorama in the front window. When David took too long in checking out the trains, Holly tugged him by the arm.

"Come on, you're too old for toy trains, Mister," she laughed.

The evening sky was darkening and without a cloud insight, a few stars were making their appearance. As they headed back toward the parking lot, David paused under a streetlight, took her arm and pulled her toward him for an embrace. She rested her hands on his chest as his palm slipped up to cup her cheek.

"You know I love you," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "I always will."

"Yes," she whispered, as he brought his lips toward hers.

It was a brief but sweet kiss, and seemed to last an hour to them. It made the drive back to the cabin hardly noticeable, as she slid over next to him and snuggled closely. They hardly spoke a word, letting just the whistle of the wind and the subtle hush of the exhaust fill the air. By the time they had returned, the night sky had darkened and without the lights of even the small town, a full array of stars was visible. Thinking that they might want to sit down by the lake, they stopped by the cabin to pick up a couple of blankets and walked down to the lake. Once there, Holly indicated that she wanted to walk along the shore, so they set the blankets on the dock. Holly removed her sandals and set them down beside the blankets. They strolled along the shoreline holding hands. She wandered down toward the waterline and let the cool water wash over her feet and ankles. They walked along quite a way in silence before Holly spoke up.

"So where do you see us in another year or two?" she asked as they meandered along.

"Where did that come from?" David replied, a little surprised by the comment.

"You can't say that you haven't thought about it," Holly replied. "At least once."

"Sure I have. A few times."

"And?"

"And I know that I love you."

She smiled and stopped walking. "But that doesn't answer my question. Don't be evasive with me."

"Didn't mean to be. Your question just surprised me all of a sudden."

Holly squeezed his hand as they turned around and started back slowly toward the dock. "So are you gonna quit dodging my question?"

"I've laid awake at night thinking about this, about us," he said slowly. "Everyway I look at it, this is a short term relationship, Holly. That may not be what I want, or what I would wish for, but I think that is where we're at."

"Do you really think so?"

"Maybe not today or this year, but at some point there will come a time when you want to be married and have children, and you deserve a guy who's going to be there with you all the way through. I'm not sure that I can be that guy."

"That's too sad to think about," she replied. "And you know that I don't like sad endings."

"But that's what we face, Darling. Sometimes this feels like, oh, I don't know, like jumping from a plane without a chute, it's a fantastic rush until it ends."

"That's a terrible thing to say!" Holly said, stopping and letting go of his hand.

"You're right. Okay, poor analogy," he said, noticing the sad look on her face. "But, Baby. We both knew going into this, that it wouldn't last, that it couldn't last."

She began walking toward the dock alone.

"Holly, look," he said taking her hand again, and pulling her around to face him. "This is hard to say, but I told you that I would be honest with you about how I feel. There is no rosy tomorrow for us, for this love we have today. Maybe that's why it's so intense, like the flame from a log that lasts only a short time but can heat the whole house while it's burning. I just want to enjoy this feeling now, this here and now."

"But do you really think that it will end?"

"Baby, I don't know," David said, taking both of her hands and pulling her closer for an embrace. "But I do know that I want to work to keep it alive, and am willing to do whatever it takes to be with you."

"Oh, David," she said easing into his arms. "I want to be with you."

"Just know that I will always want to be with you, no matter what," he replied, running his hand through her hair. He could see her eyes begin to tear up.

"You have to realize how hard this is for me," she said as tears began to roll down her cheeks. "I know this is going to end, and I'm just waiting for when." She turned away from him. "I feel so stupid." 

"I'm sorry, Baby, but if it helps, I feel the same way. There isn't any realistic long-term possibility, but while it lasts, I'm just trying to enjoy it, to savor the feeling. This sort of thing doesn't happen often and if we can walk away remembering the good things, the fun, the laughs, the intimacy, then we're better off for it, aren't we?"

"Uh huh," she admitted, her tears starting to slow.

They walked up onto the dock and out to the end to sit and let their feet dangle in the water.

"Do you think that we can ever have a normal life, you know, one where you could hang out with me and my friends?"

"I'd love that. It would be fun, but wouldn't they mind some old guy hanging around? 

"Stop it," she replied, smacking him playfully on the shoulder. "I'm glad you feel that way, because when you say you want to hang with me and my friends you're saying that you want to be in my life, David. Besides they wouldn't have any problem with it."


"But I'm already in your life."

"Not the way that I need you," she spoke softly, wistfully. "I want you in my life every day."




The Log Cabin Ch. 4



"Holly, I would love to be in your life in some more permanent way, but if it's only as we are now, then I can live with that and enjoy it."

"By what you just said it's like you don't want any more than what we have now," she answered, looking over at him closely and carefully. "Even if I want something more, it's doesn't seem realistic since we live so far apart, when we come from such different backgrounds, with the difference in our ages."

"What makes you think I wouldn't want more, if it were possible?" he asked.

"Then make it possible, David. Do something to make it possible." 

"Like what, move closer? That I can maybe do. Shave 20 years off my age? That's impossible."

"Sure, I wish you lived closer," she said, looking out over the lake, the lights from the other cottages catching the rippling surface of the lake. "Maybe that's something we can look at and work toward. But then I wish you were 20 years younger and that's something I can't have. I don't what to change youyou're your divorce, your kids who sound so amazing, everything you've done has shaped you into this guy I love and I don't want to change a thing." 

"So you like me just the way I am?"

"You're always so casual about serious things, it gets to me sometimes." 

"But underneath this steady, even exterior," he said slowly. "I'm riding the same roller coaster that you're on." 

"You know, I've been around a lot, but being in love is not something I'm good at or gotten used to."

"I've never gotten used to it, it is always different every time. But if it makes any difference, I think you're handling it just beautifully."

"Oh, David. Why did we have to fall in love? Why couldn't we have just met and remained friends?"

"Because I took one look at you and my heart stood still."

"Is that it? One look?"

"Yes, just one look, Baby."

"That sounds like a song title."

"I think it is," he said with a smile, that disarming smile of his, boyish and charming and irresistible.

"You know what I remember about meeting you the first time?" she asked with a warm open smile.

"What's that, Baby?"

"I thought that you looked so cool and smooth and confident. It was so sexy."

"I was really afraid that you'd be disappointed."

"How could I? You knew I loved you."

"But all we had done was chat and talk on the phone. That's nothing like meeting face to face."

"Well, it didn't show," she said looking at him dreamily.

He leaned over toward her to place a brushing little kiss on her lips. She pulled away for a moment looking at his face, deep into his eyes. Then she smiled and leaned back to kiss him in return.

"You know, this seems like a nice evening for a bonfire. I noticed that old fire pit over there. What do you think?"

"If you want to. There's some firewood up by the cabin."

"Then I'll be right back," he said getting up.

Holly watched as he disappeared up the path to the cabin. She took up the blankets and brought them over near to the old fire pit and spread them out on the sand. By the time she had sat down and gotten comfortable, David had returned with an armload of firewood and set to building the fire. Just as she had watched him the day before with the rowboat, so did she watch him set the kindling in place to get the fire going. Once satisfied that he had it set, he quickly got the dry kindling to catch and spent a few minutes tending it until it flamed up into a bright warm glowing fire. He stood up and admired his handiwork, then looked over at Holly sitting on the blankets, her knees tucked up under her chin. The fire cast a warm rosy glow on her, highlighting her round cheeks and long legs beautifully. He sat beside her and felt her snuggle up against him.

"You were a boy scout, weren't you?" she said with a giggle.

"And what's the matter with that?" he countered.

"Nothing, except I expected you to rub two sticks together, not use a propane lighter."

"I didn't want to waste any time so I could sit with my favorite girl."

"I know. I am aren't I?" she said snuggling closer to him. "The fire feels nice. And so do you."

They sat for a while silently. David reached for a long stick to poke at the fire and then laid a couple more logs on the coals. The evening air had cooled a bit and the warmth of the fire was welcome. The light of the fire lit up their faces as well. David looped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. He kissed her cheek and rested his own up against hers.

"You know with a blazing fire like this on a night such as this, a certain thought comes to mind," he remarked.

"And what would that be?"

"It might be a nice night for a midnight swim."

"Is it midnight yet?" she asked.

"Close enough," he replied looking at his watch.

He watched as she pulled away from him and stood up. She looked down at him and smiled warmly before reaching up behind her neck to untie the straps of her dress. There was something incredible about watching her at this moment as she stood beside him, her tall, rosy tanned body, the light blue dress, the glint in her eyes, all cast with a romantic glow from the fire. She pulled the straps down from behind her neck and paused with her hands just above her breasts, the curves of her bare shoulders and her faint smile beguiling him. Once she knew that she had captured his attention, she began to peel the dress downward, slowly exposing herself to him bit by bit, the upper curves of her breasts, her nipples, all of her breasts, then her stomach and trim waistline. 

When she began to slowly ease the dress down over her hips, David realized that he was staring and decided that he should join her. Standing and pulling his knit shirt off over his head, he started to unfasten his slacks. Holly stepped out of her dress and carefully draped it over one of the nearby chairs. Wearing only a little light blue silk thong she paused for a moment and watched as David kicked his topsiders from his bare feet and lowered his khakis. As she toyed with the waistband of her thong, she noticed the lump produced in his boxers by her little strip tease. She loved the look of excitement on his face as he looked at her nearly naked body. Facing each other and looking into one another's eyes, they reached down and mirroring each other's moves got naked by the light of the fire. He reached over to place his hand on her cheek.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered over the crackling of the fire.

He kissed her and took her hand and they ran down to the water, running and splashing into the cool surf until they let go and each dove down under the refreshing water.

"Race you to the raft," he shouted over to her when they both had surfaced.

"Why? You'll only lose," she laughed, brushing her wet hair from her face.

"Wanna bet?" he challenged.

"Hey, I'm lots younger than you and in way better shape," she laughed.

"We'll see about that," he yelled over to her. "On the count of three. One. Two. Three!"

No sooner had he shouted "Two," then Holly dove forward and began swimming out toward the raft. For his part, David dove down and kicked with all his strength and soon had caught up nearly even with her. They reached the raft in only what might be called a tie. She reached for the ladder and he nestled up behind her, the warmth of their bodies radiating through the water. He brushed up against her, his hand gliding over the curves of her breasts and belly, his belly pressing up against her ass.

"Not too bad for an old guy," she remarked.

"I told you I keep myself in shape," he answered back. "But I should learn to keep my mouth shut."

Holly pushed off from the raft and swam away from his touch. He swam after her and dove down to reach for her, grabbing onto one of her ankles. Pulling her toward him, he slipped his body up between her naked legs. She tried paddling away but he held firmly onto her. She relaxed and let him pull her into his arms for a warm wet embrace. Then, when he least expected it, she pushed him away and ducked out of sight under the water.

"Hey!" he shouted, looking around for her. Not seeing any sign of her he began to swim back toward the raft. Suddenly he felt a movement under the water and the warm touch of her hand on his body, slipping over his ass and back then around to his belly, finally taking hold of his cock. "Hey! Watch that!" he called out.

Holly surfaced right beside him, keeping her grip on his privates. "So who do you think is in charge now, old man?"

She pushed him back up to the raft and he instinctively reached out to put his arms around her. Letting go of him as their lips met, Holly reached around to hug him and their bodies moved together in a loving embrace as their warm bodies bobbed in the cool water. They held onto each other and twirled and twisted together in the water as they intermingled. 

"Oh, Baby," he whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too, Hon," she replied.

After another kiss or two, they began to swim back toward shore, not quickly nor competitively as on the way out. Reaching the warmer shallows they stood up from the water and hustled onto shore. David reached the blankets first and held one up and out so Holly could joint him. Wrapping the blanket around them snuggly, they sat together near the fire. David did manage to reach out, poke at the fire, and toss another log on top. As the flames began to rise high again, their wet tingling bodies melded together.

"That was invigorating," he remarked.

"Yeah, that was fun. But I still won," she added.

He didn't say a word, but only kissed her. They were silent for several minutes, watching the fires as the heat and smoke rose up into the night sky. David didn't try to keep his hands from touching her as they snuggled together under the blanket. Her shoulders and back and breasts all enjoyed the eager exploration of his hand. Eventually he reached her smooth, cleanly shaven pussy, and his fingers gently rubbed her.

"Are you trying to turn me on?" she asked.

"I thought I was doing, not trying," he replied.

"You keep that up and something's bound to happen."

"That's my plan."

Holly's hand had already joined in the game and worked its way down toward his cock. Her fingers curled around him and stroked him tenderly. The pace of their breathing grew faster and the heat from the fire and their passion warmed them both. When his fingers began to work their way up inside her pussy, Holly's grip on his cock became firmer and her stroking more urgent. She loved feeling his cock grow long and hard inside her snug grip; he loved feeling her legs open and the touch of her as she became wetter. When his thumb began to work harder on her hard little clit she started to gasp.

"Oh, David," she breathed.

He started to lean to the side pulling her along with him until she was lying on her back and he was on his side next to her. Cuddling still under cover of the blanket, she kept her hand working gently on his cock while his wandered lightly all over her body, but kept coming back to finger her pussy. They lay like this for a while, watching the fire and tasting the pleasure that each other's touch brought to their bodies.

"I'm going to move," David said suddenly. "I'm gonna make something happen. I'll move closer to you, maybe Indy. I can still keep the same territory and just commute on the weekends."

"You don't have to, hon," she replied with a shake of her head.

"But I want to show you that I'm serious about this. I want to show you that I'm serious about you."

"I love you," she said, tears again welling up in her eyes.

"As for the age thing," he went on. "I can't change that, but if we love each other, if we really love each other, we can make it work."

With a sweet little kiss, she began to shift her position under the blanket, keeping her hand on him, but moving herself away from his touch. He looked at her quizzically, but understood when she pushed against his shoulders to direct him to roll over onto his back so that she could crouch between his legs. He didn't mind as the blanket was pulled away since the fire was so hot now and the hot breath of his lover warmed him down below. Stroking his cock and smiling devilishly she ran her other hand all over his thighs and belly, feeling his muscles tense up and tingle. There was a light dusting of hair on his thighs and lower belly, but he kept his privates clean-shaven and she loved the texture of his soft sensitive skin. She lowered her head and kissed his belly and licked around and down along his thighs, all the while still stroking his cock that was now standing up proudly from his body.

She kissed and licked her way all around him, tasting his smooth flesh and taking occasional playful little nibbles of him. Finally the groans coming from him and the flexing of his hips trying to direct his cock toward her mouth couldn't be denied any longer. Holding it upright at the base with her hand, she brought her wet lips to the head and kissed it. Her tongue darted out and twirled around and around him, tasting the drops of precum on the tip. A deep series of gasps came from him as he moved about on the blanket. She licked him up and down and all around feeling him grow harder and seeing him become glistening with her saliva. She slid her lips and tongue slowly up the underside to the top. Parting her lips she eased her hot wet mouth down onto him sucking him up into her.

"Oh, god!" he gasped loudly. "Oh, jesus!"

Holly began to move her mouth up and down the length of his long stiff cock. Each time she descended she sucked more of him inside her mouth, feeling the shaft move along her tongue and soon feeling the head graze against the back of her throat. Up and down she went slowly building up the pace until David began to writhe and wiggle about on the blanket. Needing to take a breath, she pulled her head up and let her teeth graze over the head. She looked at his face no overcome by the tremendous feelings she was producing in him. As she caught her breath her tongue and hand took over, licking and stroking him.

"Mmm, you have such a beautiful cock," she said. "I just love it."

She licked her lips and lowered her head again sucking as much of him up into her mouth as she could. She opened up and worked all of him inside her. Up and down she went feeling the head work it's way down her throat. She fondled his balls with her hands. His breathing was hard and fast and his hips worked up and down to match the movement of her head.

"Oh, jesus god," he swore, as she drove him crazy.

Pulling her head up again she began to lick and kiss her way up his body. Her tongue lapped around his navel, traced crisscrossing pathways over the muscles of his stomach. She moved her body upward, her lips reaching his nipples where she kissed and licked and nibbled at him as he had done to her so many times. When her mouth reached his, they kissed deeply and wetly, a penetrating kiss that went all the way inside their heads. Her pussy brushed against his stiff cock, teasing it with her wetness and warmth. As their kiss grew wild and deep, she continued to rub herself on him. When he tried to work his cock up inside her, she raised her hips and moved safely away, only to return and rub on him again.

"Ok, Baby," he said hoarsely. "Enough of this teasing. Now it's your turn."

After another kiss, he reached down for her hips and pulled her up toward his own eager mouth. She climbed up to present her pussy to him. His hands roamed all over her thighs and belly, savoring the smooth texture and soft tender flesh of her supple body. Licking his lips he drew his fingers close to her pussy to position her just where he wanted her. He kissed her and looked up along the gracious curves of her body to see her looking down at him lovingly. Then he pressed his mouth against her and sent his tongue up into her. He licked her pussy long and slow from the juicy bottom to the top where her hard little clit shyly hid. He spread her apart gently and let his tongue dance up and down the moist inner lips. When he pressed his mouth up against her again and buried his tongue up inside her, her heard her gasp loudly.

She fell forward onto her hands pressing herself against his face. David worked a couple fingers up into her pussy, and held them inside her as he licked and nibbled on her clit. He sucked the tender nub into his mouth, nibbling and licking on it. He let it pop out of his mouth and licked all around it. She was moving her hips in that involuntary circular motion that spoke of her rising sense of excitement. She was dripping wet now and her breathing was heavy and hard. Replacing his fingers with his tongue, he reached around to rub his thumb against her clit frantically up and down and all around. His tongue slipped out of her pussy and edged down along the crack of her ass, circling her dark pink rosebud. She trembled as his tongue completed its meandering tour and pressed back up against the wet slip of her pussy.

"Oh, David!" she gasped loudly.

He felt her begin to quiver and shake and he reached around to grab onto the cheeks of her firm ass, his fingertips digging into her flesh. He licked and kissed her wildly, pressing his face up against her as hard as he dared, sensing the sensations that were rippling through her body. He kissed all around her pussy, the tender valleys that flanked her pussy, the soft skin of her thighs, the smooth mound above, and finally her clit again. 

Holly rose up from the blanket and turned around so that she could slip into a perfect 69 position. Sucking his cock back inside her mouth drove him wild and he worked on her pussy with renewed fervor. She moved her mouth up and down on him, drawing him deep inside her mouth. Pulling her mouth off of him, she ran her tongue up and down his shaft, twirled it about the head, and fondled his balls lovingly. He kept his tongue on her pussy, lapping at it hungrily as his fingers spread her apart so he could reach every part of her. From time to time, the sensations became so intense that she picked up her head and moaned with pleasure. Then as she sucked him back inside her eager mouth, he would pause and let the feelings wash over him. Their bodies moved and writhed as if one; their loving acts bringing each other near to orgasm.

"Oh, god, David!" she finally cried out when his marvelous tongue had pushed her over the edge. "I love the way you eat my pussy!"

"I love to, Baby," he replied in between laps on her sweet pussy.

"But I want your cock inside me now," she said breathily.

Without another word, she pulled away from his mouth and shifted around to mount him. He held his cock upright as she spread her legs and lowered her pussy down onto him. He easily found that sweet spot of entry and felt the head push up into the soft warm wet comfort of her pussy. A wave of pleasure swept through both of them as this close and sweet coupling was made real. Slowly she began to move on top of him, rocking on her knees back and forth, moving his cock in and out of her. There was no urgency in her movements nor in his response, not like some of their lovemaking the day before. It was long and slow and luxurious and that seemed to intensify the feelings they were experiencing.

Still leaning over him, Holly kissed him, their lips brushing and pressing together so sweetly. Then she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed herself up gently. His hands ran up her arms to her shoulders, to her neck, to cradle her face and touch her cheeks for a few moments. Then they drifted down to touch her breasts. He touched her nipples, now so stiff in the fresh evening air. He felt the firm flesh and soft skin of her breasts as they moved within the loving touch of his hands. Their eyes drank in the sight of each other, her long trim body with its wonderful curves bouncing wonderfully on top of him, so rosy in the firelight; his body below her, all firm angles and full of energy, a golden honey color; touching each other's body, their hands fulfilled the days and weeks of longing and their eyes gazing upon each other exchanged looks of deep desire and incredible love.




The Log Cabin Ch. 4



Holly leaned over toward him again, and David raised his head up from the blanket to kiss her breasts as his hands continued to lovingly caress them. She moaned audibly as he tongued them and sucked them into his mouth. When he let his head fall back to the blanket, she held her hips motionless over him and felt him thrust up into her tight wet pussy. She kissed his shoulder and neck and licked his ear.

"Oh, David," she whispered hotly into his ear. "Oh, yes!"

His hands slipped around to her back and up behind her shoulders. Rocking side to side for a moment he then rolled them over so that she was on her back. She brought her long legs up and looped them around his hips, opening herself up to his long, slow, deep thrusting. She slipped her arms up around his shoulders, holding him close to her, enjoying the intense look of passion on his face, how his eyes would close for a moment or two then open and gaze down at full of lust and desire. After holding his body above hers, he soon let himself press down onto her, his arms clutching at her shoulders, his chest pressing down against her breasts, their warm wet bellies moving against each other. She felt his breath was coming fast and hot as his head nestled on her shoulder.

"Oh, Baby! I could do this all night!" he murmured, slowing down and stopping his thrusting, content to simply hold his cock deep inside her.

"I wish you would," she answered.

He chuckled. "But what about the fire?" he asked, looking over at how the logs had settled down and the flames had lowered.

"Who cares? We have our own, Hon."

"Yeah, we do," he replied. "But I want to be able to see you while we make love."

David began to ease himself back out of her and rose up to kneel between her legs, spread open so sexily and temptingly. His tongue edged out between his teeth as he looked down at her wet pink pussy deliciously presenting itself to him. He smiled and shook his head for a moment and reached for the stick he was using as a poker. Holly rolled over onto her side and watched as he reached for the last couple of logs and arranged them on the fire. She giggled at seeing him kneeling there by the fire, his hard-on sticking out temptingly in the firelight. She couldn't resist reaching out to curl her long fingers about him, still wet and sticky from being buried inside her, and stroked him gently while he tended the fire. Once he was satisfied that the fire was set again, he rejoined her, climbing behind her and spooning with her, his one arm looping around her to cradle her breasts, while the other stretched out as a pillow for her cheek.

"This is such a beautiful night, Baby," he said softly. "I can't imagine a better place to be or anyone else I'd rather be with."

"Mmm," she murmured.

"Just you and me and a blanket full of stars," he said.

She glanced up at the sky, seeing the trail of smoke and sparks rise up and the twinkling of the stars spreading out above them. She didn't say a word, but held his arm against her with her hand, and wiggled her butt against his belly. She could feel his cock nestle between the cheeks of her ass. He reached down and directed his cock down between her legs so that the head rubbed on her damp pussy.

"Mmm, that feels good," she said softly. 

Raising her leg a bit she felt him push the head of his cock against her, easily entering her from behind. Long and slow and sensuously he pushed himself into her. With her legs squeezed together it was a deliciously tight fit. His arm wrapped around her again, more tightly than before, his fingers toying with her breasts, his kisses washing her over her shoulders and the back of her neck. This was almost like an erotic dance, a gentle pressing of their bodies together, creating a deeply penetrating connection. His hand moved down along the curves of her belly and his fingertips reached for her clit, touching her gently but firmly. She squirmed beneath the pressure of his touch and the sensation of his hard cock buried inside her pussy.

"Oh, yes, David," she said more loudly. "Mmm, you're going to make me come like that."

He said not a word but continued to press his body against hers and felt the tension building up in side her. She began to moan and sigh loudly. And just when he sensed that she was about to come, he stopped suddenly. She froze for a moment and trembled in anticipation.

"David?"

He directed her to roll over onto her belly and then up onto her hands and knees, all the while keeping his cock buried deep inside her. Slowly they began to move again, letting every inch of his cock move in and out of her soft tight and wet pussy. Although she started out up on her hands, rocking back and forth with him, the power of his long slow deep thrusts drove her down to her elbows. Then finally as the breathtaking sensations overpowered her, she collapsed down so that her chest and shoulders and cheek were pressed down on the blanket, making a deepened impression into the soft sand of the beach. David grasped her firmly by the hips and plunged his cock into her again and again. She closed her eyes and imagined that the blanket was a cloud and that they were floating in some sort of sexual embrace. She was moaning loudly now, her gasps and sighs punctuating the sound of her built-up passion.

"Oh, David," she cried out.

She reached toward her pussy and when she pressed her palm against her clit, she could feel his balls with her fingertips. She reached her hand further to fondle them, fingering them gently, then cupping them with her palm and holding them up close to his body. His moans of pleasure became louder and his thrusting became harder and faster. Finally he pulled back away from her. Maneuvering her over onto her back and still kneeling on the blanket, he picked up her hips and quickly reentered her. With only her feet and her shoulders and neck touching the blanket, she felt David holding her and the power of his thrusts into her. The look of passion and concentration on his face was intense and she sensed that he would be coming soon.

He loved the look of this incredible girl as she lay before him; her pretty face, her eyes glazed over with love, her mouth open and crying out to him, her body angled up toward him, her lovely breasts moving with his deep thrusts, her supple belly arching up to meet him, the colorful butterfly tattoo dancing on her belly, and her long legs splayed apart so beautifully for him. He wanted this moment to last, to feel the rush of feelings continue as long as possible. It was more than just tremendous sex to him, it was a powerful combination of love and desire and need and want that had been building up over the months they had been together, and was now being played out on this blanket on the beach, beneath the stars, in the golden light of a blazing campfire.

Holly gazed up at him, his face flushed with passion, his lean body tense and firm, his eyes heavy-lidded and penetrated as he looked down on her. Her hands reached toward him, but could barely touch him in this position. It was as if there was only this scene, this setting, this lover, and their fantastic lovemaking that mattered in the world. 

Their moans and cries of pleasure began to mingle as if of one voice; the power of their passion had overwhelmed them both. David pressed forward and as Holly collapsed down onto the blanket, he lay on top of her savoring the last powerful strokes of their lovemaking. They wiggled and writhed and thrust together, their arms encircling each other, their faces just a breath apart. Holly trembled as her tension mounted; David clutched her firmly and a groan began to rumble deep inside him.

"Oh, Baby!" he cried out loudly. "Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes!" she answered with a shout.

Their passion erupted as they both reached a tremendous climax. With their arms and legs intertwined, they moaned and cried out, they trembled and shivered and shook as wave after wave of energy was released from their bodies and reverberated between them. They both felt his eruption penetrate deep inside her as they clung together. As the energy dissipated and the tension was released they began to sigh deeply in attempt to catch their breath.

"Oh, god, Baby!" he whispered.

"Mmm, David!" she murmured in reply.

Propping up on an elbow, he stroked her cheek and they looked into each other's eyes; he could see the look of loving surrender in hers; she could see that there was no mystery left in his, only the love that he had for her. Although they normally exchanged sweet little compliments after making love, this night they were silent, exchanging a few tender kisses and soft caresses. There would be more nights of passion as their lives grew together, but none would be as memorable as this one, with the stars twinkling above, the campfire glowing, the lake nearby, and the cute little romantic log cabin in the woods.

*** The End ***