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Northern Closure

By: Northern Closure



For the next couple of days it rained. Chris stayed inside and worked so he could wrap up a project before the summer was in full swing and he would have no desire to be tied to his computer.

By the weekend, the sun peeked out and on Sunday afternoon, Chris was outside working when he heard a car door shut and a vehicle drive off. I guess I missed them, he thought. Sunday was traditionally the day that the cottage pilgrimage reversed flow and headed back to the city. Perhaps the mystery person had to get back to work? Chris had an internal smirk over that thought and realized the mystery would last a little longer.

By the end of the week, Chris' curiosity was peaking. He found himself doing idle jobs outside to see if he could catch the person returning. After dark, he caught the flicker of headlights through the trees and from his open window heard the sound of the car door. Well, tomorrow I will be neighborly and introduce myself he thought as he nodded off to sleep that night.

Although he normally avoided the local town on weekends in cottage season, Chris decided to drive into town as an excuse to drive by the neighbor's place and see what could be seen. On his way out, he saw a small sedan through the trees and no activity. He was extra vigilant and no one was on the road to cause any more near misses either. He picked up a couple of nice bottles of wine just in case and on the way back he was watching the road carefully again.

If he hadn't been watching, he probably wouldn't have noticed the sack wriggling in the ditch. He slammed on the brakes and reversed to where he had seen the sack. Hopping down from the truck he searched the ditch and found a burlap sack wriggling and whimpering. Carefully untying the string around the top of the bag, he opened it to find four puppies blinking up at him.

"What the hell?" he said to no one in particular.

The puppies resumed whimpering and without hesitating he carried the bag back to his truck and turned back to town.

At the small local vet clinic, Chris related the tale of finding the bag. The vet wasn't surprised and told him that this happened all the time in his practice. Out in this remote area, dogs running loose without being spayed invariably came home pregnant and the unwanted puppies were sometimes dumped in out of the way places.

"At least this batch wasn't chucked in the lake," the vet added.

Chris was horrified that someone could dump the puppies, let alone throw a bag full in a lake.

The vet pronounced all the puppies generally healthy but hungry and dehydrated. This was soon fixed with small quantities of food and water spaced at intervals to allow their tummies to adjust. The vet figured the puppies were a lab-border collie mix, two breeds that were common in the area with all the hunting and farming. They seemed to be about five or six weeks old, a bit young to be away from Mom yet but they would have a very good future anyway.

Chris had already decided while the vet described the scenario that he would keep a puppy. He felt a kinship with their situation --- alone in the world and discarded as useless. The vet offered to advertise the rest of the litter for adoption and see what happened. Chris willingly settled up for the cost of the appointment, puppy supplies and the upkeep of the litter until they were adopted, knowing that the vet couldn't run a charity for every needy animal in the region. They scheduled an appointment in a few weeks for the first set of shots for Chris' puppy. Chris left with a bag of puppy food, some de-wormer, a book on raising a puppy and a new collar and leash.

The vet told him that the puppy would bond with him immediately after the isolation of being in the bag and there would be no lasting trauma. Back home, Chris was pleased to see that the puppy immediately started to follow him around the cottage.

When the puppy started whining and then peed on the floor by the door, Chris realized he had a lot to learn about raising a puppy. With all of his attention focused on the puppy, Chris realized he had missed learning anything about his neighbor. As the car door slammed again on Sunday evening, he realized that the mystery person was gone again.

The next few weeks passed by quickly. Chris worked very hard at doing everything right for the puppy. The puppy quickly got the idea of going outside and Chris set up a small pen off the back porch so the puppy could go out without any danger of getting loose. After calling her 'puppy' for a day or two, Chris started to mull over various names. 'Lucky' was too obvious, 'Lady' and various other simple names didn't seem to fit. He finally settled on 'Encore' symbolizing the second chance Chris had given her. There was no activity next door so he focused on the puppy and his burgeoning consulting business.

Chris and Encore quickly established a routine and a solid bond. As the weeks passed, Chris would work for a few hours and then he and Encore would go out and work on her training. She graduated quickly from the basics to a few tricks and walking off leash. She took to his boat with the same ease, enjoying their fishing trips and relishing the wind in her face, standing on the bow of the boat keeping watch.

By midsummer, Encore was attentive and responsive to Chris with a big repertoire of commands. He was comfortable walking her off leash and the two of them explored inland on the logging trails that snaked forgotten through the bush. Chris had all but forgotten his mission to find out about the visitor at the cottage next door ... almost.

On a Saturday, Chris and Encore were coming back from an exploration of a loop trail they had found. Rounding a corner they came upon someone walking towards them on the same trail. Encore ran ahead wagging her tail to greet the stranger and Chris came straggling up in the rear.

"She's really friendly, be careful she doesn't lick you to death," he called out as Encore enthusiastically greeted the woman. Chris realized it was the blond mystery jogger from earlier in the spring.

The woman got down on one knee and properly greeted Encore without encouraging her to jump up. Chris realized she was a 'dog person' and no further apologies were needed. As she played with the dog, Chris surreptitiously checked her out. She seemed to be in her late twenties or early thirties, about 5'6" with natural blond hair judging by the fine down on her bare arms, a nice figure filling out her t-shirt and long, tan legs showing below her shorts. As she greeted Encore, Chris noticed a nice jiggle to her obviously still firm tits as they rose and fell with the motion of her arms while she deflected and controlled the dog's happy advances.

"Hi, I'm Chris Martin and that's Encore," Chris said as he shook himself from his appraisal and introduced them to the mystery woman. 

"Hi, I'm Megan Wilson," came the distracted reply as she returned her attention to Encore.

It couldn't be, thought Chris.

"Are you the one staying in the old Farnsworth cottage?"

"Why yes I am, it's been in my family since it was built."

Now the mystery woman was a mystery no more. "Megan, good to see you again, it has to be at least fifteen years."

"Chris. Oh my gosh, it is you. I can't believe it. How are your folks?" As she saw the cloud cross behind Chris' eyes, Megan knew that was a bad question.

"They're gone. Car accident several years ago."

"I'm so sorry, that's awful. They must have still been fairly young."

"They were. They loved this place and were driving home from here when a drunken idiot hit them head on," Chris said with more vehemence than he realized.

"That's terrible. There's too much of that happening today on our roads. It must make your memories here difficult." 

"For the first couple of seasons I struggled with it. The cottage was a bitter sweet reminder at first but now it has a quiet, pleasant feeling of their memory. Anyway, enough of me. How have you been and what brings you back after all these years?"

"My father got a new job across the country when I was a teenager and even though we planned every winter to make the trek 'next summer', we never seemed to make it. Mom and Dad kept paying the taxes and had a local guy mothball the place when they realized we weren't going to get here. I got a job back in the city where we used to live and it isn't too bad a drive to get up here so I started coming back."

"I was sorta keeping an eye on your place and I was wondering if I should stop by to check if you were supposed to be there. How are your folks, anyway?"

"They're fine. Dad is just about to retire and his heart is a bit tricky. Mom's arthritis is starting to slow her down but they still hope to get back one day. You guessed right, they haven't been here in about fifteen years. I'll tell them you were watching out for the place, they'll appreciate it."

"You mentioned your name was Wilson. Is Mr. Wilson here with you?" asked Chris a bit more cautiously than he intended. Right away, he realized this was a bad question as the clouds gathered behind Megan's eyes.

"Habit. I haven't changed back to my maiden name. Mr. Wilson is a no good piece of shit who, after six years of marriage, decided my former best friend had bigger tits and was better in bed. At least we didn't have kids so the divorce was fast and simple --- take out what we brought in and go our separate ways. I started coming up here to put it behind me," Megan responded with a sad complacency that barely covered the raw animosity she had for the scenario.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know," Chris lamely muttered.

"That's OK. I'm getting past it but once in a while it is raw. While we're getting things cleared up, is there a Mrs. Martin?"

"Nope. I lost my job to downsizing and got home early to find my girlfriend in my bed with her boss all in one very shitty day this spring. I kicked her out, pulled up stakes and moved here permanently in a matter of days," Chris replied rather tersely. 

"Ouch. That sucks. How are you coping up here?" Chris noticed Megan sounded genuinely concerned.

Chris related the tale of finding Encore at the side of the road and his internet consulting.

"In the end, I'm bringing home more disposable income now than I did in the city. Life up here is quiet, relaxing and I've got Encore to help keep me sane. We can fish, swim or go for a walk anytime we want. We're off the grid and can stay here almost cost free," Chris said, somewhat more proudly than he meant to.

"Lucky for Encore you happened along when you did. What a terrible fate that could have been. You certainly picked an appropriate name for her." Changing the subject, Megan asked, "what about your brother and sister?"

"By the time Mom and Dad died, Bro and Sis were living a lot farther away, each with young families and mortgages of their own. They split the proceeds from the sale of the folks' house and I got the cottage to myself. I definitely came out ahead on that deal."

Encore had grown tired of standing still and began jumping up at Chris. "Okay, we'll get going," he said to the dog. To Megan, he said "good to see you again, drop by anytime you like. I've got internet, satellite TV and most of the big city conveniences and it all works even when the power is off everywhere else."

"I'm heading back to the city this evening and I don't know when I can get away again, but next time I'm up, I'd love to see how all this technology works. You wouldn't know, of course but I went to school to become an electrical engineer. I'm really curious about how you're off the grid up here with the winters." With that, Megan turned and waved as she continued her walk.

Chris crouched to pet Encore and he glanced at the departing side of Megan. Her shorts outlined her nicely defined butt, showing off the effort she put into toning the muscles. Each of the shapely globes was rising, falling and jiggling independently in a beautifully choreographed dance of firm flesh. Chris inwardly groaned realizing that he hadn't been with anyone since his ex. His dick had responded in near record time and he was rock hard in his shorts. He awkwardly stood and re-arranged himself as he turned to go. Unbeknownst to Chris, Megan had glanced back just as he was turning and arranging his confined cock, getting a pretty good hint of what he was thinking about.

"Hmmm" she thought to herself as she headed up the trail.

Several weeks went by and Chris realized the new school year would be starting in town as the lake population once again did the annual fall dwindle. At least there was a corresponding drop in the boat traffic and Chris began to appreciate the sense of natural quiet that descended over the lake.

This year's crop of loon chicks was starting to practice their flying skills. They were very vocal as they tried over and over to heave their growing bodies free of the surface of the lake. Their wings would slap the water for at least 300 yards while their feet frantically paddled before they would rise briefly into the air and mostly crash land back down to the lake. Chris wondered at the weird trade-off nature had dealt the loon. Still, their repeated efforts were the source of plenty of entertainment for Chris and Encore. If one of the rookie flyers got a little too close to their shore, Encore would bark once as if to say "don't crash here, buddy."

Chris' consulting business was producing comfortable rewards. Putting in twenty or so hours a week he could easily keep up with expectations and earn a respectable income. So much so, he was accumulating significant savings while easily meeting all his expenses and not even dipping into the proceeds of his investments.

He decided to treat himself to a beautiful new hand-built cedar strip canoe to paddle about the quiet lake with Encore. The fishing boat was great for getting to the prime summer fishing holes but when the lake population dwindled and the fishing ebbed, he felt like he was trespassing on the tranquility with the noisy boat. The canoe was much more in tune with his 'green' side. The nice fall days would find the pair effortlessly gliding around the bay in the beautiful, sleek wooden craft. Encore seemed to sense that this was supposed to be a quiet adventure as she propped herself up on the front seat and just watched silently as the loons flew around them and the fall color progressed day after day, changing the woods around the lake from green to the golden yellows, brilliant oranges and flaming reds of fall.

The farmer came with his big auger truck and loaded Chris' corn bin full of his winter heat. Chris tidied up the property, winterized his fishing boat and stored away all the other summer seasonal stuff.

Megan hadn't been back and Chris wondered if he had somehow scared her off. He also wondered if he should go over and see if there was anything that needed doing to avoid frost damage to the water system.

One morning, the pair went out for their morning walk feeling the chill in the air and the frost on the ground. "It won't be long now, Encore, you'll soon be playing in the snow and we can go walking and fishing on the frozen lake."

That weekend, Megan's car lights blinked through the trees late on Friday night. Saturday, Chris went out and saw her moving around the property tending to the various end-of-season items like draining the water and putting away the summer stuff. Chris and Encore wandered over to see if they could give her a hand.

Megan was very glad for an extra pair of hands.

"Work went crazy since the last time I was up. I tried a couple of times to get back up but we have a big contract and everyone is scrambling to meet the deadlines that our idiot VP committed us to. Anyway, I've got to head back tonight once this place is ready for the winter."

"I didn't think when we met last time but we should have exchanged phone numbers or e-mail addresses. Then if you ever need anything like this done and you don't have time to make the trip or if anything happens to the place, I can look after it for you or let you know."

"That's a good point," agreed Megan. "We can exchange contact information as soon as we're finished here."

The pair worked on the winterizing with Megan delivering instructions and Chris familiarizing himself with the systems used in the cottage. When it was done, they both let out a sigh.

"That's always been the worst part of the cottage season for me. The finality of closing the cottage seems to bring another chapter to a close. When I was a kid, I always hated to go back to the city knowing I wouldn't see the place until the weather was warm again."

"Come on over to my place, it's getting cold. We can sort out contact information before you get underway."

In the failing light, Encore ran ahead of the two of them as they headed into Chris' cottage and wrote out their e-mail and phone contact information.

Megan glanced around at all of the 'normal' amenities Chris had. "Wow. This place is amazing. All off the grid you said?"

"Yup. Solar, wind and hydro-electric combined," said Chris proudly. "We won't be able to see it now but the solar panels are on the roof, the wind turbine on a mast out back to get cleaner wind and the hydro-electric turbine is over in the creek on the north side of the property. This control panel here shows me how much is being generated by each one. Right now, there is zero from solar of course, about 16% from wind and the rest from hydro-electric. The fall rains have raised the creek flow, right now we're making more power than we need so the charge controller is cycling the batteries. I have propane for the stove and barbeque because I didn't want the hassle of cooking with wood. I converted the hot water to solar just this year and central heat comes from a corn-fed furnace."

"That is so cool. I'll definitely have to check it out next summer if I can get back up. In the meantime, can I use your bathroom before I go? I've got to get back tonight and I won't make the coffee shop on the highway without a pit stop."

As she headed toward the door, Megan gave Chris a quick, unexpected hug. Chris briefly got a sense of her firm, full breasts crushed against his chest and then she was pulling away again. "Here's a spare key to the place in case you need to get inside for something. Thanks for your help today. I hope I can get back up next year."

"I'll keep an eye on the place. You don't have to worry about anything while you're back in town."

"Thanks." And with that, she was gone again.

Chris realized he was unexpectedly sad. He liked living on his own, but at the same time he hadn't felt a warm body next to his since the night before he found the bitch and her boss. The emotion was still surprisingly raw more than seven months later. Maybe the isolation was for the better and he shook off the feeling of melancholy for the time being.

As fall waned and winter hinted at arriving, Chris enjoying watching each day of the progression. Although he had been up at the cottage in all four seasons, he had never seen every daily step of the seasonal transitions. As the last of the leaves fell and there was a crisp frost every morning, he finished his winter preparations.

A trip to the car dealer in town got the plow he had ordered mounted to his truck and a couple of quick lessons on how to put it on and take it off as well as actually push snow. He also picked up a snow blower for the small stuff like pathways and places close to things he didn't want to hit with the plow. He got a bunch of reflector sticks to line the laneway so he could find the edges in under the snow.

The main access road was normally ploughed, although sometimes a few days late if it was a big storm. In the past, he had a service that ploughed the lane from the road to the cottage when he called ahead. Now that he was in charge of it, a few extra precautions wouldn't hurt. After thinking over how much fossil fuel he could burn in a prolonged storm stay if the 'green' systems couldn't keep up, he arranged for a small fuel tank and pump to be delivered and filled. He stocked up on canned and dry goods, meat for the freezer and assorted staple provisions for avoiding trips to town during the worst of the winter assaults.


Northern Closure



With all the stuff in place that he could think of, he and Encore settled into winter mode. As Thanksgiving passed and Christmas was approaching, he sent Megan a quick Merry Christmas and all is well with your cottage note. He threw in a couple of photos of the first snowfall. It had melted before he could try out his snow removal toys but he knew there would be more to come.

Megan's reply was warm. She thanked him again for keeping an eye on the place and told him about her parents flying out to see her for the holidays because of her work schedule. Chris commiserated and jokingly complained about his own work "schedule" which didn't get him much sympathy in her next message.

They settled into an easy pattern of more or less bi-weekly e-mails with this or that little tidbit. Chris kept sending digital pictures of Megan's place, Encore in the snow, ice fishing on the frozen lake and the general surroundings. Megan was always amazed at how starkly beautiful the area looked in winter. She had never seen the place in the winter and the stark black of the bare trees and dark conifers against the white snow was sadly beautiful.

One week in February, Megan's e-mail was very introspective. It was the third anniversary of her finding her ex with her ex-best friend. Chris noticed that the tone of her note was very melancholy. She was still hurting deep inside. Chris commiserated honestly with her this time. It was almost the first anniversary of finding Claire in his bed with Frank. He wrote back about the sense of betrayal, the shattering of the fundamental trust that drives a relationship and the sense of inadequacy that comes with being dumped for someone else with a better this or a bigger that.

Megan's reply was right in tune with his thinking. You could get over the hurt of being dumped but the nagging self-doubt ate away at the core of your being.

"How do you regain your inner peace?" she lamented in her reply. 

"I don't think you ever get that inner peace back. It is like a broken plate, you can glue it back together but it isn't whole. You have to figure out why things unfolded the way they did and how you could or couldn't prevent what happened. In effect you need to rationalize what happened to find a new inner peace and throw out the old one with all the crap that life dealt you with it."

As Chris hit send on that reply, he thought about taking his own advice. How could he throw away all the old crap? He hadn't thought about Claire in ages but deep down he had buried his hate for what she did to him. He had seen Frank naked in those few moments in his condo. Frank had nothing on him, did he? He was slightly overweight, out of shape, most of his skin had never seen the sun and he was prematurely balding. His dick was probably smaller than Chris' too, so what was it? Chris decided it was something to do with power and the hierarchy at her job that made Frank attractive.

The more he thought about it, the better he felt. That must be it. He wasn't a ripped specimen that made all the women stare but at the same time he wasn't physically lacking like Frank. The attraction for Claire was in her head; in her power hungry, manipulative, controlling personality. Having sexual power over her boss was an aphrodisiac to her. Something she couldn't get with Chris.

Megan in the meantime had been thinking about his e-mail also. Wow, that was really profound --- such a simple analogy but it was so true. Sure her friend had bigger tits but she had a submissive side to her, especially in bed. When they were younger, she had told Megan about some of the things she liked to have done to her. At the time Megan wondered if she had some borderline self-destructive issues. Maybe that's what her ex was seeing in the slut; the chance to dominate in bed, to be the 'big man'. 

Her ex needed something she wasn't and never could be. She needed to find someone who would appreciate a partner, an equal participant in life's twists and turns.

Their e-mails took on a lighter tone after that. They had each found a new inner peace. They explored their common ground. They talked about how the personality traits of their exes that would have never matched with their own. They talked about what each saw was a better match for themselves. After a couple of these e-mails, they both simultaneously realized that they were listing the same characteristics to each other.

Chris was reluctant to push too hard but he did point out to Megan the similarity of the lists of traits. She replied that she had noticed too but what did it mean? Chris wasn't sure but was she coming up to the cottage this year? Could they get together face to face, go for long walks, enjoy good food together and just get to know one another all over again? Maybe face-to-face they could figure out what it meant and if it was heading anywhere.

April was dawning. The sun was higher in the sky and the snow was disappearing even in the deepest places in the bush. The ice on the lake was getting thin. One day it was there, the next morning it was gone. Not a week later the first loons were back on the lake. How they knew the ice would be gone, Chris didn't know. They flew up from wintering grounds in the ocean off the Carolinas to arrive back at the lake where they were born within a few days of ice out every year. Very primitive forces were at work there and Chris was feeling a bit insignificant in the face of it all.

Encore was about a year old now. She had been around five or six weeks old when he had found her in early June which meant she must have been born early to mid April. Chris decided since he didn't know when her birthday was, that he would celebrate her birthday on April 1st because someone had played the cruelest of jokes on her and her littermates, but in the end they had fooled whoever it was. He took her in for her annual checkup and shots and dropped off birthday cards for the other puppies in the litter. All of them had found homes with local families and were very much a part of their new lives. The vet would later tell Chris that all the owners were teary eyed when they got his card, realizing what could have been instead.

Chris e-mailed Megan asking her if she wanted him to get the place ready for the summer so it would be ready for her to use when she came up. Her reply saddened him. The big project she had been working on had done so well, she was being promoted and very likely transferred. She wasn't sure where yet because the company had several manufacturing sites. If she was going to get to the cottage, it had to be once or twice in May and that would probably be it for the foreseeable future.

Chris was surprisingly upset by her reply. He replied back saying he would get the place ready for her so she could come up anytime she wanted and not have to worry about the setup time.

A couple of days later, Megan replied that she had managed to book off for only one four day weekend in May; the Memorial Day weekend.

She would be coming in late on the Thursday and staying until mid-day Monday. Chris had the place opened up, the water and lights on and a cozy fire in the fireplace to ward off the chill of the late spring night. Chris stood at his window and watched as the light spilling from the door silhouetted her as she put her bags in the cottage. She came back out to close up her car, waved over at Chris' silhouette in the window and shouted a thank you before heading in for the night.

The next morning Chris was up and around. With a coffee to take the chill off the cold May morning, Chris looked over at Megan's place. Seeing no activity, he checked the weather on the internet to see what was in store for the weekend. A chance of thundershowers was in the forecast Saturday. That would be unusually early, thought Chris --- thanks to global warming. He reminded himself to remember to feather the blades on the wind turbine to prevent it from spinning too fast and burning out the generator. The gear ratio was set up for an average wind velocity and big spikes in wind speed with a storm could overdrive the generator.

Friday morning passed with no sign of Megan. She was puttering around inside but hadn't yet come out to see him. He couldn't call her because her cottage had no phone service.

Chris wandered over to invite Megan for a barbeque. Memorial Day being a traditional start of summer weekend, he planned to grill some steaks and consume at least a few beers. 

He knocked on the door and Megan answered looking somewhat flushed.

"What are you working so hard at?"

"Long overdue cleaning and clearing out old junk."

"Wait, let me get my truck and we can haul stuff straight to the dump."

Chris headed back to get his truck and his dog and they spent the next several hours clearing out accumulated stuff that always seems to find a home at a cottage 'just in case' it could be used again. A couple of trips to the dump and pretty soon they had moved a small mountain of broken or outdated furnishings and clutter.

Back at his place, Megan sat in the kitchen and watched the production. Chris washed and sliced the green, yellow and red peppers, Portobello mushrooms, onions and new potatoes before layering them on a big sheet of foil with butter and seasonings. When he was satisfied with the mix, he folded the foil closed around the concoction, wrapped an extra layer to seal it tight and put it on the barbeque. As the vegetables were cooking and they sipped the first of a couple of beers, Chris quietly studied Megan. She looked pooped. At one point, Chris thought she nodded off for a minute or two. When the vegetables had been on for about forty minutes, he put the steaks on and grilled them to perfection. The steaks and the contents of the vegetable bag went onto a couple of plates and they both tucked in.

"I can't believe how hungry I was," Megan offered after eating most of her dinner in silence.

"Me too, I was starving."

Megan helped Chris clear plates and clean up. Chris opened a couple more beers and they headed for his living room. Megan slid gratefully into the puffy couch cushions. "Thanks for a wonderful supper, I am absolutely wiped out."

Chris put some mellow music on and they sat staring at the fire Chris had lit in the stone fireplace. The nights still had a chill in May and the fire's warm glow was a perfect spot to take refuge. The warm flickering light and the big meal took their toll. Gradually Megan slumped over towards him and Chris realized she was asleep. He put his arm around her shoulder and let her doze. Chris must have dozed off also because he woke to Megan gently shaking his shoulder. The fire was down to glowing embers on the hearth.

"Thanks so much for dinner and all. I'm going to head home and crash. Perhaps I'll see you tomorrow?"

"Definitely, I'll see you tomorrow," said Chris as he struggled to full awareness. "The forecast calls for rain later with a chance of thundershowers so if you have any outdoor stuff, best do it in the morning."

"Thanks, I'll plan it that way. I hate storms, I hope it doesn't get too wild. Anyway, goodnight and thanks again."

Having struggled to his feet, Chris wrapped his arms around her in a warm hug. Megan returned the hug and Chris once again felt her firm breasts pleasantly squeezed against his chest.

She reached up on tip toes and lightly kissed his cheek.

Chris got Encore and a flashlight and they escorted Megan back to her cottage. On her doorstep, she turned to him and tilted her head towards him.

"Thanks again for supper," she said in a breathy voice.

Chris tilted his head down and tentatively touched her lips with his. "You're welcome."

Megan surprised him with a forceful, passionate kiss in return. "Good night." With that she was gone. Chris trudged back to his place, feeling a sense of elation and loss all mixed together.

Chris dealt with a couple of consulting issues in the morning and by the time lunch rolled around, it was clear that the storm was rapidly moving in.

While Chris battened down for the storm, Megan was nowhere to be seen. By mid afternoon the storm was really whipping up. As the dark clouds rolled ominously over the lake, the entire sky seemed to be a constant frenzy of crashes and zaps. The noise and light were so close together, Chris knew the storm was going to go right over them. Within the first couple of minutes, the power was out everywhere on the lake, everywhere except Chris' place of course. The clouds were so dark Chris saw what must have been candles flickering in Megan's cottage. At a lull in the storm he grabbed his flashlight and ran over to her place. She answered his second round of knocking on the door and the sight that greeted him was not what he expected. She was very distraught. When she saw him, she flung herself at him and clung to him in terror. He quickly realized her fear of storms was more than a passing nervousness. She shouldn't be alone like this.

Chris hugged her and whispered in her ear that she should come over to his place with him while there was a lull in the storm. He assured her that everything was working so they could have a warm meal and enjoy a cozy fire.

In a daze, Megan just nodded and started to walk out the door. Chris grabbed her arm and got her to put on an old raincoat and some boots while he blew out the candles. When she was ready, they walked over to his place with Chris' arm around her, supporting her. Once inside with warmth and light, Megan visibly calmed down.

After a bit, she said "Thank you. I've always been terrified of storms and if the power goes off or it is cold, I am really a mess. In the cottage, the storm seemed huge and I just lost it."

"No problem. The power here is always on, we've got a full battery charge and the creek is still giving us more power than we're using."

Chris got out a nice bottle of white wine and whipped up an excellent Fettuccini Alfredo with a fresh garden salad. They set up folding tables in front of the fireplace and ate their meals silently gazing into the fire. When they had finished, Chris cleared away the tables and dishes and put some soft Celtic music on. Chris tucked a blanket around Megan and she curled her feet up. Encore hopped up to snuggle beside her on the couch. Chris sat on the other side and Megan leaned her head on his shoulder. Gravity quickly conspired against her and as she dozed lightly she slid down Chris' side to wind up laying across his lap. He put his hand on her hip and relaxed.

As he was just getting very mellow, the storm began picking up again. The thunder and lightning closed in all around the lake again. Megan woke with a start and grabbed Chris in a panic. Chris wrapped her tighter in the blanket and pulled her into a strong hug. Murmuring softly into her hair and stroking her hair and arm, he tried to comfort her. They stayed that way for a while. At one point when she jumped after a particularly loud boom, Encore got up and tried to lick Megan's face to re-assure her. In spite of herself, Megan had to chuckle and she hugged the dog in thanks.

"It's okay Encore, I'll be fine. Thanks for your help."

That seemed to satisfy the dog. She wagged her tail and lay back down on the couch next to Megan. Chris was still stroking her arm and hair and murmuring to her.

Megan turned her head to look at him and they were nose to nose. She sighed and closed her eyes and Chris couldn't resist gently kissing her lips. He barely brushed his lips across hers but the effect was electric. Last night's kiss was a surprise but this one felt like lightning had hit indoors. Both of them gasped.

"Wow," was all Chris said.

As Megan turned her head back to him, he gently brushed his lips across hers again. There was that charge again. They lingered longer this time, pressing their lips together not wanting to break the kiss and lose the magic charge. Gently, Chris probed her lips with his tongue. Megan slowly opened her lips and their tongues danced lightly, exploring, tasting and savoring the experience.

Megan relaxed measurably and let out a huge sigh when they broke the kiss.

"Wow," Chris said again.

"Uh huh" was Megan's equally wordy reply.

They quickly resumed their kiss, this time with more urgency and passion. Chris realized his dick was like a steel bar in his pants. He couldn't remember being so hard and so turned on ever in his life and they hadn't done more than kiss. Megan was gently moaning as they kissed and Chris rubbed her arms.

Megan asked Chris, "Can I stay here tonight? I don't want to go back out in the storm to a cold, dark cottage."

"Of course. I wasn't planning on letting you leave in this weather."

"Thank you. One more thing ... could I sleep with you in your bed tonight? I don't want to sleep alone in some strange bed in a storm and I want to be held tight."

"Anything you want. I'll keep you warm and safe as long as you want."

With that Chris and Megan got up. Chris let Encore out for her needs and Megan headed to the bathroom. Just as she got there, another boom shook the cottage and she jumped.

"Don't leave me. I can't stand it when the thunder is that close."

"Okay, but how are you going to pee if I'm standing there?"

"It is a bit embarrassing but the thunder is worse so please, I hope you don't mind?"

Chris didn't mind at all and helped her get her pants off while she clung to him. He caught sight of a nicely trimmed blond bush for a second as she sat down. 

"Yup" he reflected to himself, "she is a natural blond."

Once she peed, Chris handed her the toilet paper and turned while she wiped.

"Do you have a long t-shirt I could wear to bed?"

"Sure, we'll find something suitable in my dresser drawers."

In his bedroom, Megan waited while Chris found a really long t-shirt. Megan peeled off her sweater and t-shirt. Still shaking slightly, she struggled with the hooks of her bra at the back. She silently turned her back towards Chris and waited. Chris' hands were shaking too as he unhooked her bra and she shrugged the straps off her shoulders to let it fall on the floor with the rest of her clothes. From behind, Chris helped her slide the t-shirt over her head but not before he had taken in the swell of her breast visible when she raised her arm for the shirt.

He caught a glimpse of the dark areolas around the hard nipples as she wriggled the shirt down. His breath caught in his throat, her breasts were beautiful. They were full and round, the skin was lightly goose bumped betraying her chill. The cold and fright had a pleasant effect on her nipples, at least for him. They had to be half an inch long and thick like his pinky finger. As the t-shirt slid down, they were still plainly visible pushing out the material. He watched the t-shirt progress down over her smooth tummy and over her smooth, toned thighs.

Turning to the bed, Chris pulled back the covers and held them for her. As she slid under, he tucked her in. Turning his back to hide his very obvious erection, he stripped quickly to his boxers and hurried to pee. Letting Encore back in, checking the power system and fireplace and shutting down the cottage for the night only deflated his hard cock slightly. He slid in under the covers behind her, leaving a small lamp on low to cast a warm glow on the room. Megan squirmed a bit so he spooned behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist. 

Chris was lost in the moment. His nose was buried in the beautiful strawberry aroma of her hair. Megan's warm body molded perfectly to his but he realized a bit too late that his once-again achingly hard cock was now pressed firmly into the crack of her ass. It felt fantastic but she had to notice the rock hard intruder between her cheeks.

"Chris, can I ask you a question?" Megan said quietly.

"Sure, what's on your mind?" he mumbled into her hair.




Northern Closure



"Well, um, I-I um noticed that, um, when we exchanged e-mails over the winter, um, the lists of ideal traits were, um, pretty much the same." Megan paused and then rushed forward on one breath, "we knew each other pretty well when we were young and we seem to match each other's list of an ideal companion. Do you think that is an accident?"

Chris didn't hesitate. "No I don't. I hope there was more to it than mere coincidence. We both got burned in relationships where the other person wanted a partner they could control somehow. That's not who we are or what we want. We're interested in a relationship of equals, of giving and taking, of sharing and mutual enjoyment. Why, do you think it was an accident?"

"No I don't either, for most of the same reasons as you. I think we both found people that initially seemed compatible but who wanted something else. You and I are on the same wavelength. The way you treated me tonight was perfect. Here I am vulnerable and scared and you helped me without being judgmental. You held me, you fed me and now you're in bed with me. You could take full advantage of me right now and I would let you because I desperately don't want to be alone tonight."

"You're safe here with me. As hard as it is, I know that taking advantage of the situation would destroy the friendship we've built."

Megan giggled and wiggled her butt a bit. "It sure is hard."

It was Chris' turn to stammer, "I-I-I'm sorry, your hair smells beautiful, your body is so soft and warm and I'm very attracted to you. I haven't been with anyone since you know when and I can't help it. It's your fault really, you do it to me."

"It's okay. I'm flattered and more than a little impressed by the lump that is pushing into my backside. If you're that interested, I'm willing to share a night of passion with you and see where it leads. I'm not a girl who is quick to jump in bed, but I feel like I've known you a long time."

Chris bemoaned. "We can't. I still feel like I would be taking advantage of the situation and that wouldn't be right."

"Would it make it okay if I took advantage of you?"

"You would do that? Unfortunately, if you want to take full advantage of me, I haven't got any protection," Chris groaned.

"Relax, I haven't been with a man in a couple of years and you haven't been with a woman in over a year. I'm on the pill to control female issues so I won't get pregnant. No worries."

Chris murmured gently into her hair, his resolve crumbling. "Megan, I want you so much. But only if you want me."

Instead of replying, Megan began rocking her hips and rubbing her butt back and forth on Chris' very hard cock. Chris began to moan louder into her hair.

"Oh that feels great. So good. So warm. Ahhhhh, too good." Panicking, Chris realized he had already almost reached the point of no return. The friction of her cheeks on each side of his cock, his long pent up excitement and the feel of her soft, warm curves had been enough to bring his balls to a boil in record time. "Stop Megan, I'm going to cum. It's been too long, it feels too good, I can't hold back."

"Don't hold back, let it go. Cum for me. I'm taking advantage of you remember."

With that Megan picked up the pace of her rolling hips, grinding Chris' throbbing cock between her cheeks. She added a swiveling motion to her hips putting pressure everywhere on his cock, all at the same time it seemed to him. Her added hip motion also had the extra advantage of pulling her panties tight over her mound, putting a gentle pressure on her clit and starting a warm fire in the pit of her stomach.

The extra motion did it for Chris. His enflamed libido couldn't withstand such a concerted onslaught. With a grunt he began to thrust his painfully hard cock back and forth in the warm valley of her firm butt. Chris abandoned himself to the feeling of her warm cheeks caressing his hard member and he exploded in his boxers. His strokes pulled Megan's panties tighter on her clit, rubbing them over the sensitive nub and stoking her fire. Megan was lost in her own feelings and she pinched and rubbed her nipples while she continued to softly rub back and forth on his sensitive dick. Chris groaned as it twitched and pumped load after load into his shorts.

"Oh, oh ooooh, I can feel your dick pulsing against my ass. Oh, shit ooooh shiiiiitttt. I'm cummmmiiiinnngg," she screamed.

Chris wrapped his arms around Megan as they slowly came down together from that wonderful place. Megan's body tensed occasionally as small aftershocks of orgasm rolled over her.

As she came back to earth, Megan broke the lovers' silence. "I hope you feel that I took advantage of you now. You made me cum just by rubbing my ass. That was incredible. Now do you believe I want you for more than just protection from a storm?"

"Okay, I believe you," groaned Chris, feeling very chagrined. "That was incredible. I've never cum so hard or so fast before in my life. I feel like a teenager again, going off in my shorts like that."

"I'm flattered I could do that to you. I love that I could get you going like you were eighteen again."

Chris got up and stripped off his cum filled boxers and cleaned himself up. Going to the linen closest he got a couple of towels and got back into bed. Checking for wet spots on Megan's t-shirt with one of the towels, he took the opportunity to run his hand over the warm, smooth globes of her panty-covered ass. He felt his cock starting to rise again, making him really grateful his body was acting eighteen again.

"Hurry up, I'm getting cold," she complained.

Chris slid back in behind her, his naked, hard cock filling the space between her cheeks again. Megan sighed appreciatively and reached back to hike the t-shirt up and pull her sopping wet panties down. She pushed back against him, relishing the feel of his bare skin against hers. His cock felt like it was on fire as it nestled between her cheeks. She lifted her top leg and reached through to reposition his dick against her sopping wet slit. Her pussy was drenched from her orgasm and she wanted to feel his hardness against her slick inner lips. Clenching her thighs, she squeezed his cock against her sex, feeling her lips part slightly to gently caress his hardness.

Chris just groaned. Her slit was warm and wet against his cock. He clenched his butt muscles and slid his cock slightly back and forth over Megan's lips, bottoming out lightly bumping against the hood covering her sensitive bud.

She gasped slightly with each bump. "Oh, yeah right there do that, it feels wonderful."

Chris started slowly thrusting, sliding the sensitive head of his cock back and forth over her slit. Adjusting the angle of his hips, he increased the pressure of the head of his cock against her inner lips and slid back and forth. Her lips parted slightly around his invading dick. On the deepest part of each stroke, he felt the tip touch the base of her clit. Megan was groaning each time he touched it, head thrown back and eyes closed in ecstasy. With his urgency to release gone, Chris was able to concentrate on what Megan's body was telling him. He worked his hips back and forth, tensing his internal muscles to flex his cock against her very wet sex. He listened to the quickening of her breathing and felt the motion and pace of the backward tilt of her hips as she met his thrusts. Wanting to lift her higher, Chris reached around and tweaked one of Megan's hard nipples, rolling it gently between his fingers. Right away, Megan's hip motion became incoherent as she lost herself in the electrical jolts Chris was sending between her nipple and clit. Her stomach rippled and fluttered as she floated higher and higher, panting towards her peak.

Sensing she was close, Chris hugged her full breast tight and whispered in her ear, "cum for me Megan, you're almost there. Let it go and cum for me."

That did it. Megan wailed as she reached the peak, her whole body tense against his. She came hard. Chris felt the rush of her juices as they flooded out of her pulsing tunnel and coated his cock in an erotic warm bath. His dick twitched involuntarily in response to the raw sexiness of the feeling and she jerked with the renewed stimulation. Chris rocked his cock gently against her sex as she slowly relaxed.

"Wow, two in a row and you haven't even entered me yet."

Chris just kissed her neck in reply.

Megan rolled back towards him, letting his hard cock slide from between her legs. When she was on her back, she sat up and pulled the t-shirt off over her head. Her firm tits bounced slightly when they were set free. Chris reached up and gently cupped one full breast and enjoyed the firm, natural fullness. Megan lay back down, put her hand on Chris' hip and pulled gently. Chris got the hint and, reaching across her to support his weight, rolled his hips over hers as she parted her legs wide underneath him. He held himself up on his arms and gazed down on the beautiful terrain laid out before him. Her full breasts pulled slightly off to each side as gravity took control and her smooth, flat tummy with the fine trail of down leading to her trimmed blond bush and very wet pussy. Her pussy was puffy and open to him like a rose in full bloom and his cock slid easily between her lips. He paused at the opening to her warm tunnel, looking right into her eyes. She nodded once and tilted her head back in pleasure as he gently slid home in one long push. He ran out of length just as he felt himself bottom out. Her warm, wet tunnel embraced his manhood, rippling lightly over him as she adjusted to the invasion.

"Oh," she whispered, "I've never felt so perfectly filled."

Chris leaned forward to kiss her as he slowly started to withdraw. Her walls squeezed and clutched at his cock like they didn't want to let it go. Pausing with the head at her opening, he kissed her lightly again as he smoothly and firmly slid all the way to the bottom again. They soon set up a leisurely tempo, pacing themselves to enjoy the wonderful sensations, neither one in a hurry to end the pleasant buzz of their joining.

Gradually, Chris felt the cum beginning to rise in his balls. Almost reluctantly, he picked up the pace and the strength of his thrusts. Megan was right there with him, matching his tempo and meeting his thrusts with thrusts of her own.

Chris felt a growing sense of urgency. He wanted Megan to cum with him but he knew he didn't have the luxury of waiting very long for her. Dropping his head down, he captured one of her taut nipples between his lips, pulling and sucking gently on it while stretching it lightly away from her breast. With his hips, he added a little stirring motion to his cock when he had just the head inside her, rubbing every spot around her opening and pulling the hood tight on her clit. Megan immediately felt the change and started rocking her hips too, angling her moist tunnel to push Chris' dick into her g-spot on the down stroke. They both felt a growing sense of necessity, their urgency feeding off each other. Chris switched nipples, bathing the other one, licking, sucking and nipping the sensitive nub. Leaning on one arm, with his other hand, he paid attention to the abandoned nipple, rolling and pinching it gently. Megan started to lose control and her hip movements became quite erratic. Her pussy walls lightly clenched and released on Chris' cock and he groaned from the extra stimulation. Their pace continued to pick up but Chris was controlling the action now as Megan's movements became more erratic. He started rubbing his pubic bone against her clit as he pushed all of his length deep into her wetness. With a final nip and tweak of Megan's sensitive nipples, he pushed her over the edge.

"Ooooohhhhhhhh, shiiiiiittttt don't stoooooppppp, I-I-I'mmmm cummmmmiinng," she wailed.

Chris was right behind her, the clenching and pulsing of her pussy was exquisite torture on his sensitive cock. He thrust hard one last time and held his cock deep in her pussy as his balls exploded, bathing her clutching tunnel in his hot seed and mixing their juices. Gently thrusting a couple more times, he drained the last of his load into her and rolled off to the side to collapse. She was already half asleep, sighing a big sigh and curling up against him. Ever the romantic, he tucked a towel gently between them to prevent wet spots and covered them both up against the quietly raging weather. Wrapping her in his arms, he listened to the soft rhythm of her breathing.

The next thing Chris knew it was daylight. He was alone in his bed, with just the smallest hint of her shampoo coming from the pillow next to him. He slid into a pair of sweatpants and went looking for her. He found her in the kitchen at the counter pouring coffee for them. Her hair was tousled and she was wearing his t-shirt from the night before, her panties forgotten somewhere in the bed. It barely reached past her cheeks and any upward motion of her arms would tantalizingly flash some of the smooth, round firm globes that were hiding under it. Chris slid quietly up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Good morning, beautiful. Making coffee I see?"

"Good morning yourself, handsome. I figured out how to work this stuff all by myself and I even remembered to let Encore out for a pee. If I knew what you fed her, I could have done that also."

After seeing to Encore's needs they carried their coffees out to the deck to revel in the warm sunshine that had replaced the storm clouds of yesterday. Putting their coffees on the table, Chris wrapped his arms around Megan pulling her into a passionate kiss.

"Mmmmmmmmm, the best kind of good morning", was her reply.

Chris reached down and filled each hand with a warm firm globe, caressing her butt and gently groping each cheek. Megan, not to be outdone, reached down and took two handfuls of Chris' tight butt, pulling his hips forward and grinding his awakening manhood against her mound.

Their kisses reached a fever pitch as the two lovers stoked the fires of passion once more.

Chris slid his hands up under Megan's arms, gently caressing the sides of her breasts on the way by. Lifting her to the railing, he set her down and gently pushed her knees apart as he slid down to stop with his face between her creamy, open thighs. Megan wrapped her fingers in his hair as his tongue made contact with her outer lips. Flattening his tongue out, Chris licked from her butt to her clit, sending warm tingles through her entire body. Over and over again, he traced the same route at a lazy pace putting minimal pressure on her pussy.

Megan grew impatient, anxious to build the sensations he was awakening in her body. Wrapping her fingers tighter in his hair, she pulled his head closer as his tongue passed over the hood of her clit. Getting the hint, Chris hardened his tongue and circled her clit with the pointed end of it. Megan groaned and pulled even tighter on his hair. Chris circled her clit a couple of times and felt the hood sliding back to expose the hard nub to his ministrations. Megan couldn't sit still on the railing any more, her hips were rocking and her hands were trying to pull Chris' face right inside her sex. Resisting her pull and gently wrapping his lips around her now exposed clit, he sucked gently on it. Megan's eyes rolled back in her head and she growled deep in her throat. Her body went perfectly still like the calm before the storm. After a brief moment, she exploded in a shattering orgasm, her hands pushing his face hard against her sex and the erratic jerking of her hips bashing her pubic bone against his nose. Chris slid down slightly and dove his tongue straight into her honey pot, licking up as much of the torrent of juices as he could. As the aftershocks waned, Megan weakly pushed his head away.

"Tender," was all she could gasp.

Chris stood up and wrapped her in his arms so she wouldn't topple off the railing. Megan took his face in her hands and drew him in for a passionate kiss.

Chris pulled back a bit, unsure of what she thought of kissing her own taste.

Sensing his reluctance and guessing at the cause, she said, "Any man that can do that to me, deserves to be kissed for his efforts."

Chris relented and they kissed passionately for a while.

Realizing their coffees were getting cold, Chris reluctantly broke the embrace and retrieved their cups. As they sipped, they were both lost in their thoughts.

Megan was the first to break the silence. "Wow. I believe that is your favorite word in this situation and it is becoming mine too. We are amazing together. It is like we have been lovers for years, not hours. I don't know about you, but I have never felt like that before. You've touched places and sensations in me I didn't know I had."

"I felt like I was eighteen all over again. I've never cum so hard or recovered so fast in my life. You are amazing, your body is beautiful and I can't stop loving it."

"I wish I didn't have to leave for my new job."

Chris touched a finger to her lips, "Shhhhhhh don't think about it now. Let's see where we get to in the next day or two and we'll know what we need to do about the future. Enjoy the moment and live for the present."

Megan replied by gently sucking on Chris' finger. After a moment of that, she slid off the railing and slid slowly to her knees in front of him. Reaching up she caressed the bulge in his sweats through the material and with her other hand gently pulled the waistband down. Inch by inch, she worked the waistband lower, exposing more of his hard cock as she moved her other hand down to gently caress his balls through the material. As she dropped the sweats in a puddle around his ankles, she wrapped her hand firmly around his manhood and stroked gently up and down. His hips twitched with an involuntary reaction and she sensed his urgency. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue up the sensitive ridge under the head of his cock and lightly wrapped her lips around the tip. With both hands, she stroked gently but firmly over the length of his shaft while running her tongue all over the head. Pushing her tongue gently into the slit at the end, she captured the drops of pre-cum that were forming. Chris lost himself in the warm, wet caresses of her tongue. Panting slightly, Chris fought the urge to stroke his cock in and out of her warm mouth.

Wrapping her lips around the head, Megan started to bob up and down on his shaft, gradually taking the head deeper into her mouth. Chris could feel himself hitting the back of the roof of her mouth and sensed her small gags as he went in as deep as she could manage. She kept her tongue going the whole time, working around the head of his cock, teasing the ridge below the crown while gently sucking. Stroking his shaft with both hands, Chris was feeling the effects of her efforts over his entire length. Very quickly, he felt the cum surging in his balls.

He gasped, "I-I'm gonna cum s-soon."

Instead of pulling away, Megan gripped his shaft tighter and picked up the speed of her strokes holding the head in her mouth and swirling her tongue everywhere at once. Applying a gentle suction just as she felt his balls tighten, she captured his full load, swallowing quickly as he filled her mouth with his warm seed.

Licking him clean, she gently pulled his sweats back up. She kissed the tip once more as it was disappearing under the waistband and slid up his body to wrap her arms around him in a hug. Chris put his finger under her chin and tipped her head up to lock his lips with hers in a passionate kiss. Megan pulled back slightly.

Sensing her reluctance and guessing at the cause, he said, "To paraphrase someone I know, any woman that can do that to me, deserves to be kissed for her efforts."

Megan relented and they kissed passionately for a while, exploring each other with their tongues.




Northern Closure



Chris reluctantly broke the kiss. "Let's get some breakfast and take Encore out in the canoe. The lake is very tranquil this time of year before the boats make an appearance."

"I need to grab some clean clothes from my place and I wouldn't mind a shower if your solar system is charged up."

"No problem. I added a thermal regulator that balances the solar heated water and the water from the boiler on the furnace to reach the temperature you dial up in the shower. So during the off season, the furnace helps and there's always plenty of hot water when you want it, sunny or cloudy day."

As soon as she was dressed and ready, Megan, Chris and Encore were gliding around the lake in the canoe. A few boats were on the lake but the full armada hadn't been launched yet with the water being too cold for water skiing and wake boarding. Paddling as quietly as possible, they were able to see a couple of beavers working on dragging branches into the water near their lodge to make repairs to the dome of the lodge. Further around the shore, in a swampy area they found a cow moose grazing on the early season green shoots. Lazily overhead an osprey circled them and moved on to dive into the water after a fish.

Megan was propped in the bow of the canoe having slid off the seat to rest on the ribs with her paddle stowed and her arms draped over the gunwales. Encore was in front of her seat watching over the gracefully upswept stem as Chris paddled them around the lake. Chris was enjoying the view over Megan's shoulders as she reclined in the bottom of the canoe. Her breasts were gracefully rising and falling with her relaxed breathing. With a slight chill in the breeze, Chris realized she hadn't bothered to put on a bra. Her nipples were pushing hard at her t-shirt trying to escape their confines to seek his renewed attentions, or so he fantasized.

"In all the years we cottaged here, we never had a boat in the lake. I always wanted to go around the lake and see more of it. It really is big." She pointed off towards a channel, "how far does it go up that way?"

"Quite a ways, it opens into two more bays or sections about as big as this one. What you see here in this bay is a lot less than half the lake. This is the most open area, the other sections have more islands and side inlets. There's a marina at the far end where most of the big boats are stored for the winter and they can get through all of the passages as long as they are careful in a couple of spots. I don't know how many acres it covers but it takes me at least forty five minutes cruising to make my way through all the twists and turns from here to the far end in my fishing boat."

"Wow," Megan said and they both broke out laughing at their private joke. Chris even more so as her chest gently shook with her laughter and he watched appreciatively as her breasts bounced lightly under the t-shirt.

After they were back on shore, Megan pointed over towards her cottage. "I better go and finish the tidying up I was doing when the storm hit. If my folks do decide to come up, I want them to find the cottage in a somewhat upgraded condition compared to the last time they saw it."

"Okay but make sure you come back for dinner. I've got some juicy pork chops defrosting and we can whip up a nice salad to go with them. Come back about five or so and we'll get started on dinner."

Chris gently kissed Megan and she headed home to finish her work.

Around five, she was back carrying a plastic grocery bag. Chris was curious but didn't say anything as Megan disappeared into the bathroom. In the kitchen, they quickly worked out the division of labor on the dinner preparations. With Chris in charge of the manly art of cooking over an open flame, Megan concentrated on making the salad. They met back on the deck with the various meal items and enjoyed a couple of glasses of wine with their culinary efforts. Each commented on the prowess of the other and they both realized they had slipped into an easy arrangement of equal contribution.

Megan sighed. "We're pretty good at this after only a couple of days. I wish that I didn't have another life in another place waiting for me."

Chris silenced her with a "shhhhhhhhh."

"Let's not talk about that now. We both know you're leaving tomorrow and we'll have to deal with that then. We have tonight to explore. That is, if you'll stay with me again even though there isn't a storm to hold you hostage."

"Of course I'll stay the night. You do magic things to me and I want to get as much of that as I can. Speaking of which, it's getting late. Time to clear the dishes and go to bed."

Chris chuckled. "But it's only seven o'clock. Aren't you rushing things a bit?"

"Oh, okay if you're not tired yet we can sit around a while and chat."

"Just kidding, I like your plan better. Last one to put their dish in the sink is a rotten egg."

The two of them arrived laughing and panting at the sink. "Tie, no rotten eggs here. You go let Encore out and turn your bed down, I need to use the bathroom. If you have any candles, light them. I have a surprise for you but I would prefer softer lighting to preserve my modesty."

Chris hurried to comply with her instructions, lighting a few candles and stripping before jumping into bed. Flipping back her side --- there he was thinking his side, her side already --- he fluffed the pillows and waited anxiously for her to appear from the bathroom.

The bathroom door opened a crack and he could see her peering out. Apparently satisfied with what she saw, Megan slowly opened the door and slid quietly into the room. Chris' breath caught in his throat with a gasp.

Megan had on a sexy cream colored teddy. It was almost opaque, giving a generous hint about what lay beneath. With the outfit, she had on matching panties, garter belt and shear stockings. The overall effect was stunning and Chris just stared with his eyes roaming all over her, taking in every detail.

Megan saw the raw lust in his eyes and knew that the outfit was a hit. She slowly turned around and as she got past a quarter turn, Chris gasped again. The matching panties weren't panties but a thong! The strip at the back disappeared between those firm, toned globes and reappeared at the top in a small cream lace triangle. She paused briefly with her back to him and glanced shyly over her shoulder.

"You like?"

"I like. You're beautiful. Your body takes my breath away. Come over here and let me show you how much I like it."

Megan gracefully moved over to the bed, seemingly sliding over the floor without effort as Chris watched every inch of her. Reaching the bed, she swung her legs up and lay facing Chris. 

Chris reached slowly forward and pulled gently on the tie holding the flimsy garment closed over her chest. As the ties slid apart, he slid his hand inside and cupped first one then the other breast, gently squeezing and running his palms over the hard nipples. Spreading his fingers, he slid his hand over each breast capturing the nipple at the junction of his fingers and squeezing his fingers together while pulling slightly upwards. Her nipples got even harder with this attention and Megan gasped when he let each one snap back in turn.

Sliding his hand down, Chris ran his fingers lightly over her mound as he worked his way to the garters and popped the catch on each one in turn. Moving down by her knees, he grasped an ankle and gently rolled the stocking down before sliding it gently over her toes. When he had the stockings off, he reached up and slid the garter belt off too. Then he turned his attention to her thong.

Tracing his finger lightly over the outline of the thong, he watched her skin quiver in goose bumps behind the route of his touch. Hooking his fingers in the waist band, he gently ran them back and forth while slowly pulling down, gradually exposing her trimmed bush to his eager gaze. Megan lifted her hips slightly when he had the thong far enough down and he slid it right off her feet and added it to the growing pile of lingerie on the floor.

With her sex uncovered, Chris grabbed an ankle again and gently rotated it so Megan had no choice but to open her legs. He slid between her legs and ran his tongue over her slit. Megan groaned and bent her legs, knees up and spread to give Chris access to her pleasure center. Chris had another idea and putting his hands under her butt, he gently squeezed the firm flesh and rotated her hips to expose her rosebud. Flattening his tongue, he ran it from her tight ring up to her clit, slowly and teasingly. Megan couldn't believe the feeling of his tongue back there. No one had ever done that before and it felt wonderfully strange. Chris continued his ministrations, tracing the same route but gently pointing his tongue, probing her openings gently and finishing with a circle around her throbbing clit. Each time he started with her rosebud, he pushed his tongue a little harder against the strong muscle, letting her feel his probing inside the opening. With each pass, he pushed farther between her inner lips as well. Her pussy was very wet and the juices began to run down the crack of her ass.

Before she knew it, she found herself panting with an approaching orgasm. The sensations from her ass mixed with the teasing of her inner lips and the circling of her clit were assaulting her senses. Sensing she was very close, Chris finished his last circuit at her clit and gently sucked the now exposed firm bud between his lips. Nibbling gently on it, he lashed his tongue back and forth several times and her world exploded.

Megan came so hard, her pussy gushed sweet nectar all over Chris' chin and neck. Megan grabbed his head and held him still with her clit in his mouth as the tremors shook her body over and over. Chris worked his mouth lower and lapped up all of the juice that was still leaking from her charged pussy. Megan shook again and gasped as another mini orgasm rolled over her just from the probing of Chris' tongue at her wet opening. Sensing it might work again, Chris slid further down and tongued her anal ring, thrusting slightly into the tight opening. Megan gasped again as another wave rolled through her core, her flat stomach fluttering and the tight ring of muscle squeezing hard on Chris' probing tongue.

Gently applying pressure to her legs, Megan understood Chris wanted her to roll over. Rolling onto her stomach, she wasn't surprised when he pulled gently upwards on her hips. She raised herself to her hands and knees and Chris slid in behind her, gently pushing the head of his very eager cock into her very wet and sensitive pussy. He slid in to the hilt with a long, slow stroke and Megan groaned as the new position put Chris further inside her than before. After a few strokes, Megan's still sensitive pussy trembled with another mini orgasmic aftershock. With her ass still covered in her slick juices, Chris pushed his thumb gently against her anal opening. With a groan from Megan, his thumb slid into the opening and the muscle tensed in time with the fluttering of the walls of her wet tunnel around his cock.

Her pussy was very tight and Chris was very worked up. On her hands and knees like this, he found her incredibly sexy; it took his breath away. Stroking his cock in and out of her pussy, he watched as her lips grasped at his length as he slid in and out. Gently stroking his thumb in her anal opening, Megan started to pant and grunt.

Thrusting her hips back, Megan was slamming her ass against his thighs with an urgency she had never felt before. The sensations accumulating from his hard cock and his thumb in both her openings were building another fantastic orgasm. She wanted his hard cock as deep as she could get it. Chris watched the firm globes of her ass quiver every time they met his thighs with Megan's exuberant thrusts and he felt the cum boil in his balls. Her firm heart-shaped ass was fantastic and drilling it like this was visual overload.

His groans and Megan's pants and grunts grew louder and louder. Megan was losing control of her thrusts and Chris used his free hand to grab her hip and help control the action. Chris balls felt impossibly tight, he was so close to cumming that it hurt. Leaning over, he whispered in her ear, "you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Cum for me, Megan, cum hard for me NOW."

Shouting the word NOW, Chris drove his cock hard into her pussy and held it there while simultaneously driving his thumb as far as it would go in her ass. His balls squeezed hard, Megan's pussy clamped down on his throbbing dick and he shot load after load into her sweet, tight pussy. His vision narrowed to a small tunnel as he came harder and longer than he ever had before. Megan was right there with him. Her orgasm exploded, the sensations of pleasure crashed over her and she passed right out cold from the overload.

Chris' spent cock slid from her pussy and he collapsed on the bed pulling the quivering Megan into his arms

When she came to, she said, "Wow. I've never come that hard before. Your thumb felt so good back there it drove where I've never gone before."

"I've never done that with anyone before either, but you seemed to enjoy me touching you back there."

Megan wiggled back against Chris and they spooned gently in the warm afterglow of their mutual, mind-blowing orgasms. Both heaved contented sighs and were asleep in minutes.

The next thing Chris knew, the sun was streaming in to his bedroom. He was alone in bed again. Other than the lingering smell of her shampoo and a pleasantly raw feeling to his cock, there was no sign that Megan had even been there.

Not sure how she would handle the departure, Chris leapt from bed with some urgency. Racing to the bathroom to relieve the morning need and find some clothes, he hurried out into the kitchen with his sweats on. Megan was nowhere to be found. Encore was eagerly waiting for him and he let her out to deal with her morning needs to. It was then that he spotted Megan putting what must have been her last suitcase in the trunk and closing the lid.

Getting Encore, Chris raced over to her cottage.

"Were you just going to leave without saying goodbye?"

"Not really but I wanted your last memory to be the ecstasy of last night not the sorrow of my departure. I enjoyed this weekend so much, I loved being in your arms and feeling loved again. We clearly have something together but we can't be together. I have a new job far away and you've built your life here."

Chris started to interrupt but Megan shushed him with a finger to his lips. "I would like nothing more than to stay here but I can't. I accepted a job on the west coast and we won't be able to see each other very easily. I wish it could be, last night was especially magic. I've done things this weekend I've never done before and it was beautiful but we're like the proverbial two ships passing in the night. Next week, we'll be thousands of miles apart."

At this point, she was crying gentle tears. Chris reached up and wiped them softly away with his thumbs.

Sensing she was resolved to continue with her career plans, he softly replied, "you're right, we had a beautiful friendship when we were young, we're magic together in bed and I've fallen hopelessly in love with you but we've got to let each other follow their chosen path. Let's stay in touch on e-mail and if our paths can cross again, we'll see where we're at when that happens. You were my first love and we found each other again after all those years. It is magical but can't be right now. We're still young, let's keep in touch and see if things change in the future. I love you Megan Farnsworth. After this weekend I know I always have and always will love you."

"I'm so glad you understand. I love you too Chris Martin, always have and always will. You're very special to me but I've got to go, there's a plane to catch in a couple of days and a lot of packing to do in the meantime."

Chris wiped away the fresh tears and kissed her gently. Megan crouched and hugged Encore before casting one last look at her cottage.

Seeing the direction of her glance Chris said, "Don't worry, I'll keep looking after it. If you or any of your family are planning to come up, just call or e-mail and I'll get everything up and running. I can close it up again after you're gone."

Megan hugged him again. "Thanks."

With that, she got in her car and drove off with a small, shy wave.

Chris headed home. He felt really empty. More empty than when Clare walked out of his life, more empty than when he left his job. Encore felt it too, and walked quietly beside Chris to flop down by the fireplace. They spent the rest of the day moping and almost forgot to eat until it was very late.

The days slid by, slowly at first and then the pace seemed to gradually return to normal. Chris closed up the cottage next door and returned to his consulting. Soon summer was in full swing and the lake was busy with boats. Chris enjoyed Monday through Thursday for the relative quiet, listening to the loons and the gentle lapping of the waves on the shore in the still evenings. Megan and Chris exchanged regular e-mails but something had changed. It was like a shield had come down around Megan, blocking the spontaneity and bounce in her previous e-mails. Chris kept his e-mails light and airy, relating the changes of the season on the lake, sending pictures of the loons with their chicks, pictures of Encore out fishing with him and the fish he caught.

By the time fall rolled around, Chris noticed he was sending more e-mails than he was getting back. Megan was drifting away. She provided little information on her new job but the omissions were almost as telling as information would have been. Chris sensed it wasn't going well and she wasn't happy with the promotion to regional project manager. Still, he kept his e-mails the same --- upbeat, light and positive.

Then a bonanza.

Chris' consulting work had led him to develop a piece of software to automate web-based data management. His client was ecstatic with the potential and told everyone about Chris' simple and elegant software. His old company was really struggling in this area. It seemed his former boss and the remaining staff from his team lacked vision and had no notion of how to brain storm and build new product concepts. Negotiations began with an offer for an even million. Chris was in a "fuck it" mood and the final, desperate counter offer reached five million when he accepted. Chris was over the moon. Financial independence was secure now. With his client, he helped groom a full-time employee to let them phase out his consulting role and they parted on great terms with a promise of a role in the future if Chris ever wanted in again.

Free to pursue his interests, he cast about for new ideas. An offhand comment in the local general store started his new career path in a matter of minutes. The store was a real country gem, with a hardware, dry goods, produce, perishables, building materials and penny candy business model that worked well on a small local scale. They had dabbled in supplying energy system components but there wasn't enough local market to make it pay. The day Chris dropped in to pick up a part for his system, it didn't take long for the owner to convince Chris to design the systems the store would sell over the internet. They set up a simple sliding scale profit sharing agreement and they parted as new friends.

When Chris got back to the cottage, he immediately got busy setting up a website for "Encore Energy Systems" with photos of components of his system with the corporate mascot and descriptions of how to make the components work together, what pieces were a must and which ones were options and how to troubleshoot the setup. The store owner set up franchise or dealership agreements with the companies that had supplied Chris' system components and they were off and running.




Northern Closure



Sales slowed in the winter months and Chris enjoyed a more relaxed pace. He worked on refining his designs and building a web-based decision support system to automate the design. When he got it done, the easy to use web page provided customers with a list of parts, a completed order form that would automatically go to the general store once the user approved and diagrams on building the system based on components that their input had indicated they needed. If it got too complicated, they were automatically referred by e-mail to Chris with all of their input provided as an attachment to save them specifying it all over again.

His e-mails to Megan went largely unanswered but he somehow felt that she read every one. He kept sending them, keeping things light and upbeat with pictures of the lake, Encore and animated descriptions of his work. On April 1st he sent Megan a picture of Encore wearing a birthday hat that had a big "2" on it.

After a month of silence, he got a huge surprise. Megan's message just said, "I've got an idea on how to make the charge controller twice as efficient." 

You could have pushed Chris off his chair with a feather when he read that. Megan had replied from her home e-mail as usual but had added an FYI with her work e-mail signature; she worked for the company that manufactured the charge controller.

A week later, the store owner e-mailed him. "There's a package here, hand addressed to you." Chris told him he would be in town tomorrow and would stop by then to pick it up.

When Chris entered the store, he noticed right away that the place had been recently updated with antique fixtures adding to the general store look and feel. The whole place had an air of prosperous new oldness. Chris was reminded firsthand that the partnership was profitable for everyone and the web-based decision support system was really driving up orders.

After discussing developments and a couple of big custom design orders, Chris took his package and headed home. Back at the cottage, he opened it and found a charge controller that looked just like his. Over the logo was a small sticker that read "Encore Energy Systems" and a handwritten note from Megan.

"Dear Chris," he read. "I don't think I ever told you that I worked for the company that makes your charge controller. I found your system design website and was amazed by what you had done in such a short time. That must have stirred my entrepreneurial spirit because I started thinking about efficiency of energy management. Our products work fine but no one has ever been interested in making them more efficient. My VP has been pushing us hard to produce the same products cheaper and I'm sick of it. We should be making our products better and increase the energy efficiency to reduce the operating overhead. I'm sure people who are motivated and enlightened enough to buy a renewable energy system will be easy to convince that quality and efficiency will pay for themselves quickly. The end result of that is the prototype I sent you. Although I used an enclosure and some of the standard parts from our products, the rest is my design. In testing, it reduced the charge controller draw by 48% but I want you to try it in your system and see what you think. Love Megan XOXO"

Well that was refreshing. Megan had burst back on the scene, showing a spark that had been missing for a long while.

Chris immediately went to his control center and off-lined all the inputs after reading the meters on the system. Disconnecting his charge controller, he replaced it with the one from Megan. Bringing everything back on line, he noticed immediately the readings were far better. Pretty soon, he also realized the lack of an electrical hum and the lower heat output of the new device.

He sprinted to his computer and fired off an e-mail about the amazing differences.

He paced about absent-mindedly eating leftover pizza as he waited for her reply. Because of the time difference, it was well past midnight Chris' time that the reply came. It was very cryptic.

"Would the device sell? Could it be part of a standard Encore Energy Systems setup? What would the volumes be? What was the turnaround time on the rest of the order for a system?"

Chris answered all of her questions with his best estimates based on their current sales. "Wait a week and I'll get back to you" was all the reply he got.

"What the . . ." thought Chris. What was the significance of a week, what was he waiting for, why all the questions? Chris mulled all this over in his mind and came up with nothing. It sounded like questions you would ask while building a business model but Megan's note had suggested she hadn't been happy with her company's approach for quite a while. At least Megan was sort of talking to him again, he thought.

Without anymore ideas about Megan's message meant, Chris slipped back into his routine and before long a week had almost gone by. This was a bad spring for bugs so he was barricaded indoors watching TV one night when he heard a frantic rapping on the kitchen door. He quickly got up to see a flustered Megan swatting everywhere and banging on the door as she danced around futilely trying to avoid the biting insects. He stood there in shock as she quickly got very frustrated with the delay. Finally, he lunged forward and opened the door to let her in. Megan burst into the kitchen cursing and swearing, swatting at the last of the bugs. Encore ran to the kitchen growling and barking but slid to a stop as soon as she realized it was Megan. The slide was switched to a leap and Megan was almost bowled over by the exuberant mutt. As she patted the happy dog, she realized the bugs had abandoned their hunt for her blood in favor of freedom. They were all crawling on the inside of the door and the windows looking for a way out.

"Blackflies don't like to be inside," Chris said by way of explanation.

"Thank goodness, I can't imagine what a cottage would be like if they did. Bloodsucking parasites," said Megan as she dabbed a tissue at the trickle of blood oozing behind each ear.

"They take a chunk out of you and it takes a while to stop bleeding," said Chris as he got out the bite ointment.

"So is this the end result of your cryptic wait a week message?"

"Yup. I quit my job, turned my condo over to a realtor, packed a few things in the car and left. Say hello to your new charge controller supplier. That is, if you'll buy my obviously superior product in sufficient quantity."

"How, what, where . . ." spluttered Chris.

"I'm going into business making charge controllers. The sales numbers you quoted me can be met by one person in a small workshop. I'll contract out the enclosure stamping so they don't look like the one I sent and I'll assemble the components myself in a small shop. Since that small shop can be anywhere, I chose to locate my new business by a quiet lake. The overhead will be low enough that I can make a small profit with one exclusive distributor. With my investments and a little luck, I'll have enough money to live on."

"Wow," Chris replied.

"Ouch," came Megan's response as Chris slipped and dabbed on a little too much bite ointment.

The pair burst out laughing. "The last time we carried on a single syllable conversation the circumstances were quite different," Chris said.

"About that" Megan said, "I need a shower in the worst way. I drove the last eight hundred or so miles today and I need to freshen up."

"Wait here," said Chris and he went off to fill the bathtub. Rooting around under the sink he found some bath salts and grabbing some candles from the cupboard made his best attempt at a soothing, romantic spa. When it was ready, he fetched a fluffy towel and led Megan to her private spa.

"Wow," was her response when she saw the bath.

Quickly and without ceremony, she stripped and slid into the tub. Chris stood there dumbfounded as her beautiful curves appeared and then slipped into the murky water.

"Earth to Chris, earth to Chris," he finally heard coming from the general vicinity of the tub.

"Huh?"

"Chris, do you have a nice wine on hand? Would you mind getting me a glass? I would like some company while I soak and drink."

"Uh huh," was the brilliant reply and he stumbled off on his mission.

Returning composed and with a bottle and two glasses, Chris poured the nice dry chardonnay and proposed a toast, "to my new business partner, may our partnership extend beyond business."

Megan's eyes sparkled in the candlelight as their glasses touched. Her eyes had a clarity and depth that Chris had never seen before, they almost burned into his skull, her gaze was so intense. There was something deep and powerful in the way she was looking into his soul and he was powerless to look away. After what seemed like ages but was probably only a few seconds, her gaze softened and his eyes were unlocked to roam over her murky form.

Chris picked up a washcloth and soap and began to gently rub down her arms and shoulders. Megan stretched her arms along the tub sides and languished in the pampered feeling. Chris carefully and gently wiped everywhere he could reach, softly touching but not stimulating her nipples and working his way down over her flat stomach. Using a circular motion he rubbed the cloth over her mound and gently between her slowly parting legs. A soft sigh was her reply.

He finished washing her legs and feet and gently tugged on her shoulder to encourage her to sit up. As she did, he rubbed the cloth over her back and neck and pushed gently on her shoulder to tell her she could lay back down under the warm water.

When the water had cooled to almost uncomfortable, Chris went and got his fluffiest, biggest towel and held it out beside the tub. Megan delicately stepped from the tub and wrapped the towel around her in one fluid motion. Chris gently rubbed the towel against her skin and renewed his acquaintance with her smooth, soft curves. Megan's eyes were heavy and her head drooped as she walked with Chris' arm around her into his bedroom. Pulling back the covers and taking the towel from her, Chris tucked her in; warm, relaxed and dry in his bed. The instant her head hit the pillow, she was gone.

Chris went back out to the kitchen, let Encore out for one last necessity and closed up. Padding quietly into the bedroom shucking his clothes as he went, he crawled in naked with Megan and curled up spooned to her soft, warm, naked skin.

In the morning, he awoke in exactly the same spot he fell asleep --- spooned behind her in a now familiar position. Made even more familiar by his morning wood snuggled gently between Megan's bare cheeks. Slowly surfacing, Megan stretched luxuriantly and giggled softly.

"What?" Chris whispered.

Megan wiggled her butt, "you seem to have a habit of poking me."

"Sorry. I can't help it around you, and besides I need to take care of morning necessities," said Chris not sounding terribly apologetic.

"We both do, me first" came the reply as Megan threw back the covers and hurried through the cool room to the bathroom.

When she returned, Chris took his turn and was pleased to see her lying on her side waiting for his return.

"Brrrr, you're cold," she said when he slid in against her.

"I need a warm place to curl up."

"I think I have just the place," she replied as she wiggled her bare cheeks against his rapidly rising member.

Gently, Megan rocked her hips back and forth as Chris responded quickly to the exquisite sensations emanating from the sensitive underside of his cock. He quietly groaned into her hair as he gently slid back and forth in short strokes in time with her cheeks. Not wanting a repeat of the teenage explosion of the previous encounter, Chris pulled back a bit to lessen the pleasurable pressure and reached around to caress Megan's taut nipples. Running his hands gently over her breasts, he captured and released her nipples by spreading and closing his fingers. Megan was literally humming like she was connected to her own invention.

Still lying on their sides spooning, every touch of Chris' hands left a trail of electricity on her skin. Goosebumps rose under his hands as he explored her smooth, soft terrain. As her pleasure built, his hand began to stray in lazy circles over her flat tummy, teasingly making its way down to the soft, natural blond down of her mound. Fluffing the light curls, the tips of his fingers lazily brushed over the top of her hooded pleasure bud. Each contact brought a small gasp from Megan and she squirmed slightly against the hard invader stretched out along the valley between her smooth cheeks. Chris' arched his back reducing the contact with Megan so he could focus on what he was doing with his hand. Each time his finger roamed over her hardening nub, he lightly pressed down on it to build her pleasure slowly but steadily.

Chris kept up his unhurried but focused assault on Megan's pleasure center. Megan could feel the excruciating pleasure of the slow burning build of a massive orgasm. She gave herself over to feeling the sensations Chris was creating in her. With her eyes closed, each passing circuit of his hand ignited small fireworks in her head. When he tilted his head and softly kissed the sensitive skin in the crook of her neck, white flashes exploded behind her eyelids. Her orgasm burst over her like a white hot flash of super-heated pleasure and played out as a series of small aftershock explosions that kept her convulsing and tensing muscles trying to prolong the ecstasy. Chris went back to circular strokes on her smooth tummy while her body tensed and contorted with the shocks of pleasure. He could smell the musky aroma of her juices as her flooded pussy flowed freely. At the peak of her pleasure, she had soaked his balls with a gush of nectar and now as she rocked against him, the warm liquid flowed over his dick making it slick enough to slide gently and ever deeper into the valley of her rosebud.

With one particularly strong aftershock, Megan rocked her hips back and Chris' cock slid directly against her rosebud. Before either of them realized exactly what had happened, on the return down stroke, the head of his cock popped inside her very relaxed and pulsing ring.

"Oooooh." "Ahhhhh."

Surprise registered with Megan while the tight, warm grip around the head of his cock registered pure pleasure with Chris.

"Go slow," she gasped, "it feels good right now but you're the first one who's ever been back there."

Chris groaned. The pleasure was incredible. Fighting the urge to thrust, he gently slid a bit further inside the warm, tight ring. Gradually, she relaxed and his forward progress continued until he realized his balls were resting against her drenched pussy. Holding himself still for a few moments, Chris basked in the erotic feeling of smooth warmth surrounding his dick. The urge to thrust grew to the point he couldn't ignore it any more. He drew his cock slowly back part way and pushed equally slowly back in . After a couple of repeats, Megan was pushing gently towards his thrusts.

"That feels wonderful. Go slow, I want to feel every bit of you moving back there."

Chris set up a slow, steady, and gradually deeper thrusting tempo. Eventually, he was pushing all the way in and pulling back until the tight ring of muscle was grasping the sensitive skin just below the head of his cock.

As his pleasure grew, Chris realized to his chagrin that he was very likely to repeat his previous teenage performance. The sensations transmitted back to his brain from the nerve endings in his cock were incredible. He reached around and resumed strumming her pleasure button like a fine string instrument, teasing a symphony of pleasure from her sensitive nerve endings. Megan began pushing back harder and farther against Chris' rear invasion, building the pleasure for both of them as they worked to match their pleasurable ministrations to their partner's needs. Chris remembered the sensitive spot on her neck and gently nibbled there as he stroked more firmly and farther in and out of her stretched rosebud. She was rapidly heading for the top and her hip motion became uncoordinated. Making up for the lack of stroke depth was the strong pulsing grip of her tight ring as she reached a crescendo. Each time the smooth ring of muscle squeezed on the sensitive skin under the head of his cock, Chris panted slightly into her neck. His soft warm breath teased the sensitive spot and Megan reached the summit as his hand conducted her ultimate pleasure. Fireworks again exploded behind her eyelids and the instantaneous clamping of her smooth tunnel on his cock was so exquisitely tight his balls exploded bathing the inside of her ass with a huge load of hot cum.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, oooohhhh shiiiiiiittttttt" moaned Megan as her orgasm peaked again with the warm filling sensations in her anal cavity.

Chris just panted, lost in the after glow of a huge orgasm.

As they came back down, Chris' soft cock slipped gently from Megan's still pulsing back door. Chris wrapped his arms around her and they both slipped off into a blissful, exhausted nap.

Megan was the first to wake up from the strange feeling of Chris' cum seeping from her relaxed ass. The urge to run to the bathroom was too great and she hurried as best she could while attempting to stem the flow with a handful of tissues.

Her mild discomfort remedied, she slipped back in to bed with the gently snoring Chris. She realized they had come full circle from a childhood friendship to a business and personal partnership, closing the loop on the paths of their lives in these beautiful northern surroundings.

"Sweet dreams, partner."

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Edited by Dinsmore and Crazysoundguy

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