1 comments/ 30278 views/ 12 favorites A Quiet Weekend Alone By: DonPedro71 An Erotic fantasy * Written for the love of my life, without whom I am incomplete... my lover and my best friend, my wife. ************************* 1 - CHAPTER ONE - Friday ************************* The drive was interminable. They hadn't realized how long of a drive it was to the Berkshires. Ok...it wasn't so much that it was a long trip, but they had been waiting for a long time for this weekend. Scott and Heather needed to get away. It had been nearly ten months since they had taken a weekend just to themselves. Heather's mom would take their two year old toddler for the weekend while the parents take a vacation to relax. Heather didn't know much about what was planned. On the calendar hanging in the kitchen, it simply read "Vacation Alone." Scott had planned the whole thing and was deliberately keeping it a secret. He had told her that she only had to pack; however, she was given enough detail to know that she had to pack one outfit for a nice dinner, but the rest of the clothes she packed should be casual. Heather had picked up on the not so subtle hint, that perhaps not many events were planned and perhaps a lot of clothes would not be necessary. As she sat in the passenger seat, looking out the window, she daydreamed about Scott's words. "Honey, did I tell you this place has a fireplace? I'm so looking forward to cuddling up next the fire with you, a blanket, and some wine!" Scott drove with his left hand on the wheel and his right hand clasped on the top of Heather's thigh. He felt her warmth in his hand through her denim jeans. Heather took his hand into hers and they continued north, admiring the view of the turning leaves. October was a beautiful time in New England and Scott and Heather never took it for granted. Most of the country didn't have the variety of colors. Scott's relatives in Montana once remarked that in autumn the only color changes they see are the Aspens turning from green to gold. Every other tree is an evergreen! They pulled into the resort in the early afternoon. There was a slight breeze, but the sun was in a mostly cloudless sky. Heather took her windbreaker off and tied it around her waist. The dark plaid shirt absorbed the suns rays and the sun felt warm on her shoulders. She picked up her bag and headed for the office door. Scott followed carrying the luggage. "Phew! You knew we were only going to be gone for the weekend, right?" Scott teased her. "What, too heavy for you? You want me to take the bags?" Heather turned back to him and grinned and winked and him. "No, no. I got them." He hoisted the duffle over his shoulder and dragged the suitcase behind him. "I just wanted to make sure!" "I'm sure...trust me, you'll be glad you're carrying all that stuff." Heather turned away from him and smirked to herself. She had packed several surprises for the weekend. She knew he was only joking, but if he only knew what she had packed... All in good time, she thought. Scott checked them into the resort and they went to find their room. The resort was furnished like a modern hunting lodge. Lots of natural wood and stone covered the interior. Floor to ceiling windows in the lounge framed the rolling hills covered in reds, golds, auburns, and greens of the autumn palette. They passed the resort's restaurant on their way to their room. It was a small establishment that looked like it had more seating outside on the deck than inside in the dining room; probably to accommodate the busier summer crowds. Scott motioned for them to stop, "This is where we are eating tonight. I guess its sort of a steak house." "Ok, cool," Heather replied. "Let's go to the room to put this stuff down." When they got to the room, they were thrilled with their surroundings. They had a suite that consisted of a galley kitchen, a dining room/living room, and a bedroom. The centerpiece of the living room area was the stone fireplace. Above the fireplace was a deer hide stretched on the wall. They put the bags down in the bedroom where there was the typical king size bed. A dozen platinum roses were sitting in a vase next to the bed. "Wow..." Heather gasped. "I ordered the flowers special for you," Scott replied. "I wanted to make this a weekend of romance. It's kind of a gift for both of us." "It's beautiful!" she said. Heather wandered into the bathroom. It was tiled in white. The sink and counter were made of marble – also white with gray and silver veins. "Hey...there's no bath - only a shower." She was disappointed. She had brought bath oils and scented salts. She was so looking forward to soaking in a nice bath. "It's out here," Scott called from the living room. Heather followed his voice. "Out here?" Scott pointed out to the deck that was beyond the sliding glass doors. "Well...it's out there." Together, they went out to the deck. The way the deck and the resort were designed, they had total privacy out there. From beyond the railings, they looked over the autumn vista of New England forests and hills. The decks to each side had privacy walls to keep the intimate feeling of privacy. The privacy walls were covered with lattice and ivy. On the deck itself, was a bench, a small bistro table and two chairs, and a large hot tub. Scott spoke, "I hope this will do instead of a bath." "This is fine," Heather replied. "This is great! Ok...so what do we have planned for this afternoon? I assume dinner isn't until later?" "Right, our reservation is for 5:30." "Five thirty? That's nice and early." "Right. I didn't want to be in the restaurant 'till all hours of the night...if you know what I mean," Scott grinned at her. "Oh yeah...I know what you mean," she sighed and tried to sound disappointed. Then she turned towards him and embraced him and gave him a seductive smile. "I was hoping that's what you were thinking." She kissed him on the lips and inserted her tongue into his mouth. Scott returned the embrace and they shared a deep, loving kiss. "So again I ask you...what are we doing this afternoon?" Heather cooed. She reached down and played his belt buckle. Scott looked into his wife's eyes and considered her tone of voice. He did want to take her up on her unspoken offer, but he was really looking forward to a seductive evening by the fire. Besides, a little bit of anticipation never hut this kind of a situation, he thought. "Let's take a walk. We've been driving for a while and let's take a little nature hike while the weather is nice. It's supposed to be overcast tomorrow." "Ok..." Heather replied, exaggerating her disappointment. "I guess that's a good idea. We have the whole weekend in front of us." *************************************** 2 - FRI - Compass Bearings not required *************************************** The path that the lodge maintained went the other direction. Their vista view from their balcony deck faced south west and down into the valley. The trail headed north, up a slight incline towards the hill tops. Every hundred yards or so, there was a place to look out and survey the view of the valley and usually there was bench where someone could just sit and soak in the view. This trail was designed for strolls, not for hikes. It was the perfect place to walk along and view the foliage and enjoy the beauty GOD provides. "Do you think this goes all the way to the top?" Heather inquired. Scott shrugged his shoulders. "It might. I didn't check the map that closely." "Some kind of Boy Scout, you are!" she teased. "Well, I was prepared enough to bring my camera!" he replied. Heather rolled her eyes and laughed. She teased him about his camera quite often, but truthfully, she appreciated the fact that he wanted to record these precious moments into history. She watched as Scott set up the tripod and set the camera for timed delay. She patiently waited for him to push the trigger then rush over to her side so they could enjoy the picture together. As he arrived next to her, he took her hands into his and turned her to face him. He kissed her lovingly on the lips as the camera clicked. "Yep...I think that's a good one..." he murmured. He released her hands and turned his head back to the camera, but Heather protested. She reached her hands up to his face and turned his face to hers. "I love you, so much," she whispered to him. "I love you, too," Scott replied as he wrapped his arms around her waist. His hands felt the small of her back and he slipped his fingers under her denim shirt. He gently messaged her soft skin through her tee shirt with the tips of his fingers. "Ooo-hoo...you're giving me goose-bumps!" Heather whispered. Scott softened his embrace as Heather broke the lip lock. He turned and went to the camera. "Smile," he said. He took a picture of her. She was beautiful. Her honey blond hair, slightly messed in the breeze framed her cheeks and smile. Her green eyes sparkled in the afternoon sun. Her smile was perfectly cute and mysteriously seductive at the same time. "You look beautiful, Heather." Scott knew he didn't say that often enough, but he was truly captivated with his wife's natural beauty. She was a sight to behold. A smattering of dust in the wind caught the rays of sun streaming through the leaves. The beams surrounded her and created a fantastic aura of gold that enveloped her. Scott was mesmerized as he took a couple more pictures. He knew the pictures wouldn't do her justice. They continued their leisurely stroll. A couple of times they passed other couples enjoying the nature path, but for the most part, they were alone. Sometimes Scott and Heather would sit on a bench and just listen to the birds calling and the leaves rustling in the breeze. Heather eventually said, "I think we should head back to the room. I want to clean up before dinner." "Okie-dokie," Scott replied. They slowly walked back to the resort, holding hands. ************************************* 3 - FRI - On the rocks, no salt ************************************* As they entered the room, Scott went to sit on the couch. "You can have the shower first, Honey." "OK." Heather went into the bedroom. They still had several hours before dinner. She really wanted a bath. She opened her suitcase and saw the vanilla jasmine bubble bath that had had packed. I wonder how bubbly the hot tub would be if I used this? she thought. She stripped out of her clothes, grabbed a towel and the bubble bath, and tied her pink cotton robe on. "I'm going to take a soak in the tub," the told Scott. And then she boldly went out to the deck and ran the hot water. Scott had turned on ESPN but found that they were showing poker games. Since when did poker become a sport? he thought. But, when Heather crossed in front of him wearing a robe, he forgot all about the TV. "Um...ok." He watched her go out onto the deck; and through the sliding glass doors, he could see her sit on the edge of the hot tub, dangling her hand under the running water, feeling to get the temperature right. She stood and then she went into the kitchen. "I'm gonna let the tub fill up." Do you want something to drink? "Sure," Scott replied. "I'll have whatever you're pouring for yourself." "I'm making a margarita. I packed a bottle of tequila and some margarita mix in the suitcase." "Oh...so that's why there is so much stuff packed! Sure I'll have a margarita." Scott winked at his wife. "You got it!" Heather returned the wink then headed to the kitchen. She found trays of ice in the freezer and a blender already on the counter. She added the ice and booze to the blender and gave it some short, quick hits to break the ice, then added the lime mixture as she continued to blend. Scott watched her sashay towards him with the drink. He wondered if she was wearing a bathing suit under her robe or if she was nude. Her curves were enticing as she seemed to float towards him. "Here you go, Honey," she said as she set the plastic tumbler in his hands. She turned and slowly walked away, swaying her hips in an exaggerated manner. "Thanks!" He watched her glide out the door back to the tub where she sat and checked the temperature with her hand. He turned back to the TV and began to mindlessly surf through the channels. He looked back over his shoulder back through he glass doors just in time to see Heather stand and drop her robe. He could see her bare shoulders and back and bare bum as she climbed into the tub. He sipped at his drink and turned off the TV. Scott went into the bedroom, stripped, and wrapped a towel around his waist. He grabbed his drink on his way out to the tub. As he neared the tub, he could see that soapy bubbles had covered the surface. All he could see was Heathers head floating on the fluffy white surface. "Oh good," Heather piped up over the sound of the rumbling hot tub. "I wanted someone to wash my back." Scott dropped his towel and slid into the tub. There was plenty of room in the tub to move around and the water was plenty deep to comfortably cover their shoulders while they sat in the tub. However, the bubbles would have to be turned off. The hot tub bubbles were stirring up the soap bubbles so much that they were beginning to creep up their cheeks. They would have begun to spill out of the tub had Heather not turned them off. For a moment they sat silently in the hot, steamy water. Their eyes were locked onto each other. The scent of the jasmine soap was filling their nostrils. "Back...wash," murmured Heather. "What?" Scott could see her lips move but didn't comprehend what she was saying. "I mean, wash my back." Heather, herself, was starting become flush with inner heat. She felt like a diversion. She turned so Scott could access her back. Scott looked around the edge of the tub. All he saw was the bubble bath. "Did you bring a scrubbie?" "No...you'll have to use your hands," Heather growled slowly. Scott reached for her shoulders and gently kneaded her trapezious muscles. He rubbed his hands over her shoulder blades and then down under the water over her back. He rubbed a bit harder once her muscles began to loosen. Heather was in message heaven. The aromas were invigorating and the hot water and her lover's hands relaxed her into a totally tranquil state. She felt Scott's hands slip under her arms and around her waist. She felt his fingertips slide along her belly and up her torso. His fingertips lingered over her breasts and then he cupped them in his hands and held them firmly. Heather moaned in pleasure. Scott pulled her into his chest. "I wanted to make sure you wanted these washed, too," he whispered in her ear. "I want all of me washed," she panted in reply. Scott moved his hands to the underside of her arms and followed them down to her hands. He messaged the soapy water into her delicate skin. He washed all he could reach and then he pushed her away and turned her around to face her. He kneeled up and kissed her gently on the lips. He again started with her shoulders and moved down to her breasts. He again messaged the soft globes. As he sat back down, he slid his hands over her hips and down to her feet. Heather loved foot messages and this was no different. The soothing warm water loosened the muscles and joints in her ankles and feet until they actually felt normal again. She felt Scott move up her calves and eventually to her thighs. Heather unconsciously spread her legs a bit to allow him easier access to clean her pubic mound. As Scott kneeled forward, he slid one hand up her side to her neck and cradled her head in his palm. He pulled her face towards his. He slid his other hand to her inner thighs and caringly washed the fuzzy skin between her legs. He gently inserted just a fingertip to clean the tender folds of flesh. Scott thought he heard purring. Wait a sec... Heather thought. My surprise! Heather scooted herself back away from his hand. She had underestimated how hot she had become. She needed to stop what was happening here in the tub before things got too hot and heavy. And she knew just what to do. Scott watched as a mischievous smile crossed his lover's face. She kneeled up and leaned towards him. Scott stared at her chest which was now out from under the waterline, but her bosom was still slightly covered in patches of rich soapy foam. "Ok...time to wash you." She messaged his shoulders then ran her hands over his arms and chest to wash off the soil. She messaged his hands and then stuck one of his fingers in her mouth. She looked into his eyes seductively as she caressed the digit with her lips and tongue. She resumed washing as her hands traveled back up his arms to his chest. She held his left arm out and crawled up into his chest. She put her head on his left shoulder. Her right arm she curled around his back, and with her left hand she caressed his chest. She began by teasing his nipples and gently tugging on a tiny amount of chest hair that spouted from Scott's chest. Then she moved her hand down to his belly. She could feel Scott start to tense. She moved her hand down to his thigh, and then whispered in his ear as she slowly walked her fingers to Scott's pubic region. "Are you a dirty boy?" She heard him moan as she slipped her hand around his fully erect shaft. She gripped him firmly and began to stroke him. "Yeah?" she teased. "You're dirty..." she continued, whispering seductively. Scott grabbed the edges of the tub and jerked his head back. His eyes rolled in to the back of his head and he moaned heavily. This is fucking incredible! he heard his mind scream. His wife was flat-out jerking him off. He'd never experienced anything like it...and I've masturbated plenty! "Oh...fuck..." Then, she abruptly stopped. She left the cradle of his arms, kneeled up and began to roughly scrub his legs with her hands. "Hey..." Scott protested. "That's not nice!" he said jokingly. "I know, and you left me hanging earlier, so all's fair," she giggled. She sat at the other end of the tub and grinned at him. She messaged his feet and scrubbed between his toes. "OK. I'm going to get dressed," she said. "You're just leaving me like this?" Scott said, this time in not such a joking voice. Scott reached down and began to stroke himself. "You said we've got dinner reservations for tonight! I need to go get ready." With that, she rose out of the water and dried herself with the towel. She wrapped herself up in her robe and handed Scott something. "Here...finish your margarita." She winked at him and smirked. Then she furrowed her brow and pointed down to the water. "And make sure you save that for later!" With that, Heather left for the bedroom to ready herself for dinner. She stifled a giggle as she walked away. Meanwhile, Scott sat in the tub with blood pounding in his temples. He so badly wanted to relieve himself, but Scott thought again about the value of anticipation. He reluctantly let go of his throbbing organ. "Uh...ok. I'm just going to sit and soak here for a while," he said to no one in particular. He slugged a large gulp from his margarita and forced himself to concentrate on the icy drink. "Hoooo...brain freeze!" ************************************* 4 - FRI - Think: Clapton Lyrics ************************************* When he finally composed himself, Scott got up and went into the bedroom to change for dinner. When he got there, he noticed that Heather was in the bathroom getting ready. The door was cracked and he could see that she was dressed and was working on fixing her make-up. Scott pulled on his khaki pants. He chose a cologne and applied a generous amount to his neck and chest. He put on a light blue plaid collarless shirt and buttoned it up to his neck. He pulled his new light brown linen sport coat on. He had bought it last week because he wanted a new jacket. It was lightweight and comfortable. Plus, since it was brown, he could wear it with his khakis, which was his preference, so that made it practical. He looked in the mirror and cocked his head. He unbuttoned the top two buttons on the shirt. Ahh, that's better, he thought to himself. Scott ran his fingertips over his head. He didn't have much hair to fix. His wife like him to keep it short, so he generally tired to keep it short. Just as he was fixing the sleeves of his jacket, Heather emerged from the bathroom, and he turned his head. A Quiet Weekend Alone "Wow, you look beautiful," Scott told her. Heather was wearing a black and silver dress and over her shoulders she was wearing a white angora cardigan. She was wearing the three-stone diamond pendant that he gave her for Mother's Day and diamond studs in her ears the thought he remembered he might have given her several years ago. He embraced her and kissed her gently on the lips. He inhaled her intoxicating scent. "I love you," he said. "I have something for you." He released his embrace and turned to his duffle bag. "For moi?" Heather twanged in an exaggerated French accent. Scott pulled out a small box and handed it to his wife. "Happy 'Vacation Alone' Day, my love." Heather took the box from his hands and opened it. "Wow!" she gasped. "They're beautiful!" She took the sparkling silver dangling earrings from the box. Four strands of silver hung underneath the tiny silver ball stud. The stands were varying lengths and each had facets cut into the metal. She sparkled in her hands. "I'm putting these on now." She went into the bathroom for a minute to switch earrings. Scott waited anxiously for her to come out. When she did, his breath caught in his chest. The new earrings hung and shimmered like strands of tiny stars. "You were beautiful before...now...I'm speechless. They look awesome on you." He noticed her eyes began to swell and glisten. "Are you ok?" Heather blinked. "I know...they're perfect. I'm fine; you're just making me cry." She dabbed at her eyes carefully. She teasingly punched Scott in the chest. "I don't want to have to redo my make up!" Scott held her hands in his and admired the view. Truthfully, she didn't wear much make up, but when she did it was only minimal. His wife exhibited natural beauty. Her soft skin glowed and a slight shade of crimson smoldered on her blushing cheeks. She wasn't wearing any lipstick because they were going out to dinner, but they were a beautiful shade of pink all on their own. "I have something for you, too." Heather said. "But...I still have to wrap it. You'll get it later." "Honey, just being here with you is enough for me," Scott told her. He pulled her in for another embrace. "Ready for dinner?" ******************************************** 5 - FRI - Um, the "no kids" section, please ******************************************** They entered the restaurant at their appointed time and noticed that the place was still fairly empty. There were five guys at the bar carrying on about something or other. In the dining room were two other couples and a family of four. "Please follow me," the hostess said. She led Scott and Heather to corner a table dominated by a brass table-top chandelier with six glowing candles on it. The other tables in the dining room had only a single candle on them. "Enjoy your meal. Your waiter will be with you shortly." "This is nice," Heather remarked. "Is this something special you arranged, too?" "Yeah, I guess...I just asked for a table near a window and candles. They went a little overboard, I think." "Well, I think it's nice." Scott had to admit that the extra candle light bathed Heather's face in a warm glow that even made her appear more beautiful. Her diamond necklace and the new earrings sparkled brilliantly. There were windows on either side of them. But, because the sun hadn't started to set yet, the shades were pulled to soften the bright light which would have been uncomfortable. It was quiet in the corner, too. There was classical music being piped into the dining room. From where they sat, they could neither see nor hear the bar. "You really look beautiful tonight, Heather," Scott said. "Thank-you. You look pretty handsome yourself." Heather looked at Scott's face. His five o'clock shadow was coming in. The shadows created by whiskers and by the candle light cast his face in an especially masculine frame. His hazel eyes glimmered. "Thanks," Scott replied. The waitress came with drinks and menus. Scott and Heather ordered their meal and just sat mostly in silence. They simply enjoyed being in each other's quiet presence. The appetizer of shrimp cocktail arrived with a bottle of pinot gregio. The waitress performed the perfunctory function of pulling the cork and offering it to Scott for his inspection. Scott deferred to Heather and the waitress poured a small amount into a glass for her to taste and smell. Heather took the glass and swirled pale bronze wine. She brought it to her nose and inhaled the sweet smoky scent. She tasted it and it was wonderful. "Very good," she told the waitress who nodded and smiled and then filled the glasses. Scott and Heather ate the succulent shrimp in silence. The cocktail sauce was good and spicy, just the way Scott liked it. Heather preferred the lemon wedge. Still, it seemed to both of them that the shrimp was just to whet their tongues for the wine. They picked at the salad when it arrived. "Nice dressing," Heather remarked. She noticed the plate was full of onions. Not only did she not want the onions, but she didn't think Scott would appreciate onions on her breath. She considered reaching over and picking the onions out of Scott's salad, but he was doing the same. Scott was picking through the end of the season summer veggies and wasn't particularly impressed. "Yeah...but the tomatoes are pink," Scott noted. He didn't feel like eating the salad. He took a couple bites of the carrots (which were still crisp) and some of the lettuce. He pushed the salad away. Heather put her fork down and reached across the table to take Scott's hands into hers. She messaged the tops of his hands with her thumbs. "Are you ok?" she asked. "Yes," Scott replied. "This is great...just being out here with you. How about you?" "I'm having a great time. I'm starting to miss the baby, but eating dinner like a normal person is a nice change!" Scott nodded in agreement and squeezed her hand. "Yeah, I miss her, too. But I also missed time like this. I wouldn't trade our child for anything, don't get me wrong, but I miss our personal time." "I know. Me too. That's why this is so nice." Heather paused and smiled. "I have you all to myself. And it feels special." Their dinner arrived at the table. Scott had ordered baked stuffed flounder with dill sauce and Heather had ordered grilled teriyaki chicken and rice pilaf. The waitress asked, "Would you mind if I opened the shades, now? I think the sun is low enough that it won't be directly in your eyes." Heather nodded and Scott said, "Sure, that's fine." The waitress pulled the blinds up and revealed a breathtaking sunset in the valley. Purple sky and orange clouds hung above the valley of peaking foliage. The hues of the forest intensified in the golden setting sun. "Wow!" exhaled Heather. "Beautiful. You didn't bring your camera, did you?" "No. I didn't think I'd need it. I'll remember for tomorrow. Gorgeous." "Enjoy your meal. Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you," the waitress said "Thank-you." Scott replied. Heather looked at her husband sitting in the warm soft glow of the sunset. It reminded her of a sunset dinner on Saint Maarten that they had shared several years ago. Scott and Heather ate their meals slowly, savoring the mild but complex flavors. Occasionally they paused to gaze at the setting sun or to smile at each other. They both enjoyed their meals and the quiet atmosphere. When Scott finished, he patiently waited for his wife to finish her meal. He looked intently at her and admired the golden strands of hair that framed her warm face. The white sweater appeared as a golden shawl on her shoulders. The diamond pendants and earrings shimmered golden rainbows in the glowing light. As she finished, he reached out to hold her hands on the table top. Heather pushed her plate towards the edge of the table and clasped her husband's hands. Under the table, she slipped out of her shoes and ran her foot up over Scott's feet and ticked his shin. She slipped her foot up under the cuff of his pant leg and rubbed his calf with the top of her foot. The waitress took the plates away and dropped off the dessert menu. "Take some time to look at the desserts and I'll be back to take your order." As the waitress left, Heather reached out with her foot and ran it down Scott's calf. She looked into his eyes and said, "You know, I think I'm interested in having dessert in the room." Scott grinned and nodded in agreement. He raised his finger and motioned to their waitress, "Uh...check, please!" ************************************** 6 - FRI - Giftwrapped ************************************** Scott took his wife's hand and led her into their room. "I'm glad the fireplace is a gas one. I don't feel like chopping wood right now!" Scott found the right button on the living room wall and lit the fire and then turned the flame up. Heather went to the wall and turned down the lights. "Honey, did you say something about wine?" "Oh yes, didn't I?" he said replied. "Why don't you go pour some? And take your time, because I want to wrap your gift." Scott went back into the kitchenette to get the wine. A nice Pinot Noir: something dark and red to sip by the newly lit fire. He was pleased with himself as he found the bottle in the fridge. Neither Scott nor Heather subscribed to the notion that red wine is to be drunk warm. No, it should be drunk cool. He pulled the cork and smelled it. "Mmm, spicy and sweet. There is nothing like a wonderful wine," he said to himself. Along with the wine, Scott got out some sharp cheddar. Cabot's was Heather's favorite and Scott wanted to please her. As Scott sliced the sharp cheese, his mouth began to water. The scent of the cured cheddar and the spicy wine filled his nostrils as he poured two glasses and set them on the tray with the cheese. He turned to go back into the living room. Scott noticed that Heather had dimmed the lights considerably. He could hear that she turned on some music. The seductive sound of Annie Lennox's voice filled the room, and the melody complemented the soft lights and warm glow of the fireplace. But what caught Scott's eyes next took his breath away. Heather had...changed into something more comfortable. She stood in the glow of the fire and the effect was spellbinding. Scott was enraptured by her lingerie. His eyes wandered slowly over her body. She was wearing a pink lace bra and panties, and a white lace bustier enveloped her midsection. She was well endowed and her breasts seemed to hover, suspended in semi-firm cups of lace and silk. Tiny suspenders ran from the bustier and ended in tiny clasps that held the white stockings Scott had spied earlier. There was a ring of lace at the top of the stocking which was about midway between her knees and thigh. His eyes followed her curves back up to her face, which was perfectly framed in the new sparkling earrings. Heather's eyes were fixed on Scott's as he stared up and down at her body. "Happy 'Vacation Alone' Day," she whispered. She slowly turned around and showed off her back. She stretched her hands up over her head and brought them back down over her body as she turned back towards him. Scott stood motionlessly, and his jaw opened slightly, but no words came out. "Well...is that all you have to say?" she growled at him. Her gift seemed to surprise him. Her lover was obviously entranced by the silk and lace that she had wrapped her body in. She could see him blush and his knees begin to buckle. "Whoa...," is all he could muster. He felt the blood rush into his cheeks. She took the tray from him. "I don't want you to drop this." Heather set the tray down on the hearth in front of the fire. She pushed him gently into the sofa and Scott's knees buckled without protest. Scott reached up to her. "Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?" She pushed his hands away. "Yes, a couple times. Tell me again," she giggled. "I love you so much..." Scott whispered. "You look so sexy. Come down here." "Aren't you a little eager beaver! You'll have to wait." She stepped back and dropped her hands to her sides, and she began to sway with the music. "I want to thank you for planning this wonderful weekend." Her hands slowly crept up her sides, along her shoulders, up her neck until her fingers reached into her hair. She closed her eyes and then turned slowly around, swaying her hips. With her back to Scott, she lowered her hands to her knees and squatted ever so slightly...in such a suggestive manner that Scott groaned with pleasure. She stood and turned to face him again, still swaying slightly. Heather stepped forward and she put a leg up on the edge of the couch and slowly unclasped one of the stocking suspenders. She switched legs and did the same to the other stocking. Now she stood and began to dance in front of Scott. She dropped her hands to her side, but this time brought the fingers ever so slowly up over the bustier and up to her breasts. She winked and smiled at Scott. She rolled the tip of her tongue over her upper lip and closed her eyes as she clasped her breasts. "Yeah..." she whispered. She reached behind her shoulder to a conveniently placed ribbon. When she pulled the ribbon the bustier fell revealing the skin of her midsection. Her fingers curled around the curves of her body. She lingered over her thighs and breasts and she began to groove to the music. She pouted her lips and threw her hair back. She reached down and slipped her fingers into her panties. She shuddered as she began to touch herself. Scott was never more turned on. He watched in awe as his beautiful wife danced in front of him. "You are amazing," he said. Scott had long ago noticed the bulge in his trousers and it was beginning to be uncomfortable. He unbuttoned his shirt and began to pull it off. Heather noticed. "Hey...I wanted to do that!" Scott stopped...but the shirt was already unbuttoned. Heather kneeled on the couch, straddling him. He reached out to her, but she pushed his hands down again. "Just lay back," she said. She cupped her breasts in her hands and pulled the ribbon between her breasts to untie them. She let the bra fall off her shoulders but she kept her breasts in her hands. "Do you want to touch me?" she asked Scott. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes..." he replied. She kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples in her fingertips. She gently brushed her breasts with her fingertips as she removed her hands. She leaned forward so that her hands were on the back of the sofa. She lowered herself so that her nipples hovered above Scott's face. "Kiss me," she told him. Scott pursed his lips and gently kissed a breast. He brought his hands up and reached around to her back to caress her. He took one of the nipples into his lips and sucked it into his mouth, opening wide to envelope the most area he could. The other breast was not neglected. He used his hand to touch and cup the other breast. Heather sunk into his lap and curled her arms around his neck. Their lips touched and their tongues lapped at each other. Scott ran the tips of his finger nails over her back beginning at her shoulders and then down to her hips. She buried her face in Scott's neck. He smelled wonderful. The mix of his natural musk and his cologne worked perfectly together and she found herself drunk in his scent. "God...I'm so horny," she whispered in his ear. Heather sat up a bit and helped Scott push the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. "You're wearing far too much," she said. She reached down for his belt, unbuckled it and said, "This needs to come off!" She slid off the couch so her knees were on the floor. She reached for Scott's pants and pulled them towards her and Scott lifted his hips to help. As she slowly pulled his pants off, she revealed what she wanted to find. Scott's erect penis was there in front of her, bobbing just a bit with his beating heart. Scott reached to pull her up, but she resisted. "No, Honey, I said I wanted to thank you," she said as she looked up at him. She stared into his eyes and moved her lips closer to his shaft. She looked down to reach her hand around him to hold him still. She stuck out her tongue and gently ran it up the length following the raised vein on the underside of the shaft and then twirled her tongue up around the circumference of the glans, then lingered on the tip. Locking onto his eyes, she enclosed her lips over the head, and slowly took his manhood into her mouth. "Oh! – yeah..." Scott moaned. He stared lovingly into his wife's eyes as she pleasured him with her mouth. She returned the loving look, and they stared at each other as she twirled her tongue around his dick. She began to stroke him with her hand and matched her rhythm with her head as she bobbed up and down on him. Scott couldn't tell if the stars he saw floating in his eyes were from the sparkling earrings or from the pure ecstasy he as experiencing. Scott reached down and cradled her face in his hands. "I love you," he whispered. She nodded and then closed her eyes and sucked him into her mouth, enthusiastically working her lips and tongue on his tender organ. She gripped his shaft firmly and held her hand close to her mouth. Her fingers and palm became an extension of her soft, pouting lips. Scott gazed down at the honey-golden head of hair slowing bobbing up and down in his lap to the seductive rhythm of the music. He ran his fingers through the soft locks and closed his own eyes, savoring the sensation he was feeling. This was an incredible treat and he wanted to enjoy every second of this. She peered up again and saw that Scott had leaned back and closed his eyes. She figured that she needed to slow down a bit, but she so eagerly wanted to pleasure her husband. She watched his face go through different expressions of pleasure as she tried different techniques. She flicked her tongue at the very tip...nipping and licking the super sensitive opening. She cupped his head in her mouth and ran her tongue slowly around the rim. She gently nibbled her way down his shaft to where it met his thigh. She reached up and slowly stroked him with her hand as she worked her lips around his balls and took them into her mouth and gently swirled them around. She continued to watch her lover's face as his lips quivered, his shoulders shuddered, his cheeks flushed, and he bean to moan. She watched him smile again. She licked his thigh and then worked her way back up his shaft. She could see that he was now dribbling. Silky pre-come stood like a clear glistening bubble, balancing on the head of his cock. She usually stopped when he began to dribble, but tonight, she was lost in the moment. She eagerly took him into her mouth and began to pleasure her man with abandon. The sweet, salty flavor of her husband caught her off guard in the heat of the moment and her mouth began to water with hunger. The build-up of saliva created a slick lubricant that ran from a corner of her lips down the shaft. She shaped her mouth, tongue, and lips to the shape of his phallus. She clasped her hand around the shaft and stroked him into her mouth. "Hmmmm," she hummed, her lips still hugging Scott's engorged member. She could feel his organ throbbing in her mouth. Heather wondered if she was enjoying this too much. Scott was certainly enjoying this far too much. "Ohhh – Thank-you...uh...Honey?" His eyes began to roll into his eyelids. "Hmmmgg?" she hummed. She raised her head up, but continued gently stroking him with her hand. She looked at him and whispered "I know you like this," as she kissed the swollen purple head again, "but I think you need to take it easy for a bit." Scott sat up on the edge of the couch and took his wife into his arms. He looked into her eyes. "God, that was wonderful. I love you so much." Scott was glad to give his cock a rest. He was nearing the brink. Yes, he would have loved to explode into her mouth, but he didn't want it to end yet. And besides, he knew that she wasn't ready for that. Perhaps someday... A Quiet Weekend Alone He bent down to kiss her, and cradled her into his arms and laid her on her back on the sheepskin rug in front of the fire. This time, he was straddling her. He kissed her gently on the neck and then sucked her earlobe into her mouth. He gently nibbled on her neck. "Hmmm..." Heather exhaled. She squirmed in pleasure as Scott's lips and hands explored her body. The soft sheepskin under her enhanced the feeling of floating. Scott moved down her chest and around to the other side of her neck. He nibbled on her other ear and Heather let out a gentle giggle, "Oh...tickles!" He moved down to her breasts and continued where he had left off during Heather's incredible strip tease. He took her nipples into his lips and gently mouthed her breasts. He licked the nipples until they stood like hard marbles on her soft breasts. He continued and ran his tongue down to her belly button. He kissed her belly button and teasingly stuck his tongue in. "Hey!" He moved to kneel down between her knees. He slowly ran his fingers from her knees down to her thighs and then up over her hips. She was still wearing the lacy pink panties. He bent forward and kissed her mound through the soft fabric. He moved his lips to her inner thigh as he slipped her panties down. Kneeling up again, he carefully removed the lingerie off her legs, cautious not to disturb the stockings. Scott felt Heather curl her legs around his back and the silky stockings sent chills down his spine. Scott curled forward and said, "Now it's my turn to thank you." He pursed his lips and gently kissed the inside of her thigh again and flicked his tongue out at the delicate skin. In the soft glow of the fire he didn't notice, but up close to her crotch, he could see that she had used his beard trimmer to trim her bush neat and very short. He lapped at the fuzz with his tongue. She smelled like a woman, and the scent of her womanhood intoxicated Scott. He kissed her gradually swelling labia with abandon. He flicked his tongue into the mouth of her vagina and took her flavor into his mouth. It was overwhelming. Scott buried his face into her pussy and stuck his tongue in as far as he could reach. He swirled his tongue inside her. Heather moaned in pleasure. She ran her fingers through the soft sheepskin and then up over her hips to Scott's head. She clasped the sides of his head in her hands and ran her fingers over his ears. She put one arm behind her head to raise it and continued to stroke Scott's short cropped hair with the other. She pushed his face into her crotch. He pulled up and took the outer button of her clitoris gently in his lips and rolled the button between his lips and his tongue. He peered over her belly to her face to see her looking up at him. "I love you," he mouthed and blew her a kiss. Then, slowly, he inserted a finger into her and he returned to work the nub of her clit with his pouting lips. Scott licked at the swelling love muscle and gently stroked the finger he had inserted in her. Heather was in ecstasy. She arched her back and lifted her pubic bones to meet Scott's loving lips. She reached to her own breasts and cupped them in her hands. She rolled and pinched her nipples to stimulate herself, as if I really needed more help, she smiled. She loved when Scott when down on her. She knew that Scott loved to please her this way, too. "Hooo – yeah," she whimpered. Scott continued to flick and nip at the clit above her swollen lips. He extracted his finger and inserted two fingers and gently stroked, pushing and putting pressure towards her bottom. He could feel her natural lubrication begin to flow and slick his fingers. He pulled his fingers out and licked them off. Damn, he thought. That's good. He inserted his fingers again so that they curled up towards her belly. Gently he let his fingers do the walking on the inside of her chamber. Somewhere in here is that spot. Scott slowly began to increase his movements and his finger flicking. Heather was moaning in time with Scott's motions. Her breathing steepened. She felt an uncontrollable urge, and she reached down to her clit and began fingering herself. "Yes," said Scott. Scott loved it when Heather helped. Besides it being an erotic experience to watch his lover pleasure herself, he often felt a little guilty that Heather didn't always climax. Tonight was not going to be one of these nights where she had to "fake it." He watched as she eagerly massaged her own clit until Heather's motions began to quicken and so did Scott's. He jammed his two fingers in and out of her, keeping time to her own rhythm. He looked into her eyes to gauge her reaction. "Ooooo...Ohhhhh...YEAH ----!" Heather moaned as the first wave of orgasm swept over her. Scott continued to stroke and Heather's arms fell to the floor looking for something to grasp. "FUCK! ---- OH! ... Honey, I need you inside me. RIGHT NOW!" Scott kneeled up again and aligned himself. Slowly, he penetrated her. His engorged member slid into her tight sheath. Scott and Heather embraced on the floor and shared a long kiss. Again their tongues danced with each other and they melted into one person. They breathed together. "I love you," they both said together. It was as if they could read each other's minds. Scott kissed her tenderly on the cheek and then slowly began to move his hips. Heather rose and fell to meet him. Her breasts rocked back and forth as Scott increased his movements. Scott felt the silky stockings rub against his legs to the rhythm of lovemaking. He suddenly felt the urge to caress Heather's silky legs. Scott kneeled up and he turned Heather over partway so she was lying on her side. She put her raised leg up on his shoulder. He embraced the silky smooth leg as he straddled her other leg. He again entered her moist love nest. As he thrust into her, he ran his fingers over her calves and thigh and kissed her heel and ankles. The silk charged the nerves on his cheeks with electric ecstasy. Scott moaned with pleasure. "Let's move to the couch." "Whatever you want..." Heather replied. Really, she didn't care. She just loved every moment of this. She could feel his engorged, slick cock slowly extract from her. As if changing his mind, Scott inserted himself into again, ever...so...slowly. Then, just as slow, he pulled out just so that the tip still kissed her lower lips, teasing her opening with his swollen head. Then he slowly plunged in again. He pulled out and kneeled back. Then he motioned for her to kneel on the seat of the couch and get on all fours. Heather did as she was asked. She put her knees on the cushion of the seat and then leaned forward so that she could cross her arms and put her weight on the back of the couch. She looked over her shoulder and looked at Scott with those..."fuck me" eyes and waggled her hips. She slightly squatted, allowing her sex to fully flower open and reveal silky soft pink tissue. She pouted her lips. "I want you," she whispered. She was through being teased. She reached between her legs and spread her blooming organ with her fingers. Scott grinned. He stood and moved in behind her. He put one leg up on the couch and stood with one leg on the floor. He bent his knees slightly so that he could enter her distended pussy from behind and then he began to slowly thrust. Scott increased his rhythm as the sexual energy swept through his body. Heather bucked her hips with Scott's thrusts. Every nerve on their bodies exclaimed in pleasure. They soaked in every moment of this rapture. Scott reached under and pawed at Heather's breasts swaying with the rhythm. He reached around and took her hips in his hands and rocked his pelvis into her. Heather felt every inch of Scott stroking and messaging her insides. If felt like Scott was crawling up into her womb. It was incredible. "Oh...oh...yes." Her skin tingled as Scott's hands caressed her back and hips. She heard a slight "smack!" before she registered the slightly sharp feeling on her exposed butt cheek. "OH Yeah!" Heather yipped in surprise as Scott lightly slapped her with his palm. "God, yes!" She rocked into him as she felt Scott continue to spank her. Heather leaned into the couch and reached back with a hand to finger her outer clit. Chills began to gather at the base of her spine. The chills turned to a web, encasing her body and every nerve tingled with energy. As her fingers worked her clit, she felt like she was strumming the entire web, and she felt the waves spread over the entire web until the web began to overload. Scott could see beads of sweat on her back, glistening in the firelight. He didn't want this to end, yet. "Honey...ooh...I want to...oooh... to be in your arms..." Scott pulled out and his dick bobbed on its own, throbbing for stimulation. Heather turned around and sat on the edge of the couch. She was filled with adrenaline. She looked up her husband and gave him a wink. She gave his cock a brief kiss then flicked her tongue out to lick the underside of his shaft. "Damn...you're like a dirty girl, tonight...huh?" Scott looked into the twinkling eyes that stared seductively up at him. "I could stop," she said as a mocked guilty look crossed her face. She licked the base of his cock once more and ran her tongue up to the head of his dick. "No...please...don't stop," Scott breathed. Heather smiled then took him fully in her mouth and swirled her tongue and bobbed her head back and forth caressing his manhood...but she only continued for just a few strokes. She could taste her own juices mixed with Scott's and the new scent thrilled her. Perhaps the taste wasn't so bad, she thought. She nibbled and kissed the tip of her lover's organ while she considered her next move. She grinned and licked her lips seductively, then she lay down on the couch and spread her legs wide apart, inviting him to enter. She played with her swollen clit as she waited impatiently for her husband to enter her. "I love you so much," Scott told his wife. He kneeled and easily slipped his tool into her slick love canal once again. He kissed her deeply on the lips and he tasted all of their scents on her mouth. He took deep breaths as he stroked into her again. They wrapped their arms around each other and they rocked in ecstasy. Scott could feel the wave begin at the base of his scull. He could feel the orgasm coming, and it was intense. "I'm gonna come!" "Come on, baby!" Heather exhaled. Heather could feel the waves of euphoria engulf her. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and exhaled loudly, "OHHH! Come on baby! Yes!" The orgasm sent waves of electricity and waves of numbness through her body at the same time. She could feel her toes curl. She dug her fingers into Scott's back. "Aahhh.....!" They both exclaimed together. Scott felt his cock explode as he deposited rope after rope of come into his loving wife's body. They shuddered in each other's arms as the waves of biological passion surged through them. As the waves subsided, they opened their eyes and looked intensely at each other. They kissed each other lovingly on the lips and embraced. "I love you," they said to each other again. The moments turned into minutes and they lay in each others arms gently stroking each other's hair and cheeks. Time ceased to exist. They existed only in a universe of two loving souls. "Honey," Scott finally said. "I poured you some wine." "I'd love some." *************************************** 7 - CHAPTER TWO - Saturday *************************************** Heather awoke to find the bed empty. She stretched her arms and legs out under the covers and gave herself a good morning stretch. She heard the TV on in the living room and she smelled coffee. "Scott?" she called out. "Good morning, Honey." She heard from the living room. "I have coffee for you. Breakfast should be here soon." Heather stood up and pulled on a robe and then walked out to where Scott was sitting. He was still wearing his boxers and he had pulled on a tee shirt. "What breakfast?" "Come sit. I've already placed the order. I just need to tell them we're ready for it." Scott got up and went to the phone. "Hi, room service? ... Yes this is room 723 and I am ready for my breakfast order. ... Fifteen minutes? ... Ok, thank-you." "What's for breakfast?" Heather asked again as she sat down on the sofa. "A surprise! I told you I would take care of every thing, right? You trust my judgment on breakfast, I hope." Scott went into the kitchenette to pour a cup of coffee for his wife. "Yes, Honey," Heather resigned, "I trust your breakfast knowledge." She reached out as Scott brought the piping hot mug to her. "Oooo...Thank-you," she said. "Coffee smells good." "You're welcome," Scott said as he gave her the drink. "Yes it's pretty good." He sat back down on the sofa. Heather cupped the mug in her hands and took a deep inhale of the aroma. "Mmmm..." she hummed as she took a small sip. "Good morning, Sweety." "Yes, good morning to you." Scott sat back and relaxed. "Did you sleep well?" Back at home, the baby was sleeping through the night, but not consistently. For the first time in a long time, he -- both of them were able to sleep the entire night through with having to wake up to change and feed the baby. Even when the baby slept through the night, they only half slept. They had gotten into a routine. This weekend was supposed to be a break from the routine. Sleep was a valuable commodity. "Yes, I slept great!" Heather replied. "How about you? Did you sleep ok?" Scott nodded. "Yeah, I slept fine. I feel rested." "Well, that's good." Heather sipped her coffee and looked out the sliding glass door. "It looks nice outside. I thought you said it was supposed to be overcast today." "Supposed to be...I don't know. You know New England weather. Until it gets here, the weathermen are just guessing at tomorrow's weather." Scott turned to his wife. "We don't have anything planned today. We can go into town to some of the antique shops and I think there is an Indian museum there, too." "Sounds good to me. You're the one planning the weekend." "Yes, Dear, I was just throwing out some ideas. I planned the weekend, but that doesn't mean I don't appreciate your input." "I know..." Heather grinned, "You love my 'in put.' Or should I say to 'put it in?'" Scott shook his head and smiled. "Yes, I love putting it in you." He put his mug down on the coffee table and leaded over to give his wife a brief kiss. He took her coffee and set it down, as well. "I love you." He embraced his wife on the sofa. "Have I thanked you for last night?" Heather took her husband's face into her palms. "Not yet this morning. I love you and thank-you for everything." "Everything?" asked Scott. "Yes, everything. Thank-you for this weekend. Thank-you for last night. Thank-you for being there. Thank-you for being a good husband and father. Thank-you for everything." Heather pulled her husband in close and held him. Then she pushed herself away. "Whew!" she said. "What?" queried Scott. "You need a shower." Heather said as she mocked a wrinkled nose. "Well...we did work up a sweat last night. We both probably need a shower." Heather nodded her head in agreement. "You're probably right," she replied as she reached for her coffee. There was a knock at the door. Scott stood and moved towards the door. "Sounds like breakfast is here!" He grabbed his wallet as he opened the door. "Good morning." "Good morning, Sir!" said the waiter. "Breakfast is served!" The waiter rolled the cart into the room and removed the silver lid covering the tray. He took the tray off the cart and put it on the counter of the kitchenette. Heather stood in curiosity. As soon as the waiter had removed the cover, she could smell fresh bacon. She moved closer for a better look. As she neared the tray of breakfast, she saw a huge stack of pancakes with whipped cream and strawberries. Two glasses of fresh squeezed OJ and a small pitcher of steaming syrup were also on the tray. On the cart was also a vase with a dozen fresh red roses. "Well, what do you think?" Scott asked as he looked at his approaching wife. "Did I order a good breakfast?" Scott took the roses from the cart and handed them to Heather. "Mmmm...You did great...thanks," she said as she inhaled the scent from the flowers. "Good! You're welcome." He turned to the waiter. "Thank-you, Sir," said Scott as he was handed the bill. "Charge this to the room, and then here something for you." Scott handed the waiter a tip. "Thank-you, Sir! Have a good morning." The waiter left with the cart and the silver cover. Scott turned to his wife and took the tray of food to the sofa and set it down on the coffee table. "Come. Let's eat!" ********************************* 8 - SAT - The Steamy Side ********************************* Scott stood in the shower, facing the hot stream of water. He ran his fingers through his hair to rinse the shampoo. Scott heard the shower door slide open and then slide shut. He smiled as he felt a body lean unto his back and a hand reach around his chest. "Hello," Heather said as Scott turned to face her. She slid her hands down his chest. "Did you wash yet?" Scott exhaled deeply. "Only my hair." Scott reached down and pulled her arms up around his waist. He embraced her and kissed her face and lips. "And how are you, this morning now that you've had coffee and breakfast?" "I feel good, maybe a little sore from last night, but definitely worth it." Heather wrapped her arms up around Scott's back and pulled him close. "I love you, Honey," she said playfully. "I love you too." Scott hugged her tight, then he reached for the scrubbie and her bath soap. "Want me to scrub you?" "Sure," she replied. He squeezed a generous amount onto the sponge and began to gently scrub Heather's body. The soapy lather allowed his fingers to easily glide over her skin as he washed and massaged her. He worked his fingers around her neck. He massaged her shoulders and her arms and her hands. He took special care and lingered over her breasts...allowing his soapy hands to cup and curl around the flesh. He motioned for her to lift her leg on the edge of the tub and he gently slid his hand between her legs. Scott washed the outer folds of her mound, taking care not to get soap inside her. He bent over and kissed her as he gently caressed her most sensitive patch of skin with a soapy finger. He felt Heather's mouth tremble as he released his lips from hers. He then turned his attention to her thighs. His fingers worked stronger now to message the muscles in her leg and down to her calf. He allowed Heather to switch legs. And he repeated the process on her other thigh. He turned her around and lathered up her back and worked his fingers into her back muscles under the hot water. He was rubbing much harder now, really trying to loosen the tension in her lower back. Heather needed to put her palms on the far wall of the shower to steady herself. She enjoyed this part of the shower the best. She felt Scott's fingers glide easily over her skin and at the same time, apply soothing pressure to muscles deep under layers of tissue. "Ok, Honey, you can rinse now." Scott moved out of the way so Heather could rinse the soap off her skin. Heather returned the favor by scrubbing Scott. She didn't have the finger strength to give Scott a good back message but she made up for it with grace. Her fingertips literally danced over his back and she watched him shudder with excitement as she ran her fingers gently and teasingly over his skin. She turned him around to face her and she gently messaged his shoulders and then slowly ran her fingers down one arm. After she scrubbed his hand, she laid his palm on her breast and encouraged him to squeeze.