0 comments/ 12109 views/ 0 favorites A Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 1 By: db_01 The snow began falling an hour ago and it looks like there are at least 3 inches on the ground as we drive up to the side of the cabin. A single lamp on a side table lights our way as we enter. You stand there, in the doorway, looking around at what can be seen. It is just as I described it last night when you just couldn't wait to know where we were going this weekend. A large fireplace sits on one side of the room with an old bearskin rug on the floor in front of it. Just ahead are leather chairs to relax in while reading or drinking coffee in the morning. The walls hold old mounts from hunting days long ago. A big picture window fills the one wall where you can see the snow falling gently outside while sitting on the windowsill wide enough for two people to cuddle on. The kitchen is open style with only a half wall to divide it from the dining area. You walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. It is fully stocked and a bottle of champagne chilling sits in front and catches your eye first. You hear the fire starting to pop as you round the corner, seeing me crouched in front, the glow of the fire casting a soft glow around me. I turn to you, reaching out my hand as I stand, asking you to come join me. I watch you walking towards me and my arms circle your waist as I feel your own arms moving around my neck. Your warm breath touches my ear as you whisper, "I love this, it's perfect." "There are more surprises waiting for you upstairs in the loft" I say and I feel your tongue dart out to flicker over my earlobe. A small sigh escapes me. Our bodies move closer together as your tongue travels over my neck till you find my pulse, racing from your touch. My hands reach up to cup your face as I bring my lips to yours, touching them as soft as a feather. Your arms tighten around me pulling me closer to you as your tongue teases me to open my lips to you. The kiss is passionate and filled with yearning and love touching both of us deep inside. The fire behind me isn't the only thing roaring right now. As the kiss ends I gently turn you away, patting the wonderful curves and tell you "go look in the loft my love, take what ever time you need." As you turn to go, yours eyes linger on mine for a last moment. I can feel the reluctance in your fingers to let go of my hand as you slowly walk towards the stairs. You don't have to turn around to see me following your movements as you begin the climb up the steep stairway to the loft. Are your hips swaying a little more than usual as you walk up? Does it matter really because I am completely enthralled by the light from the fire and the shadows that you cast on the wall as you walk up the stairs. When you reach the top of the stairs you look out over the rail and see me once again at work on the fire. As you look to your left, through the large circular window over the door of the cabin, you see the snow continuing to fall, large incredibly delicate flakes floating down from the sky. There is an oil lamp lit, the wick barely showing, on the table beside the bed. Your mind jumps to last night in our own bed, the hours we spent tasting, touching, nibbling, caressing until we could no longer wait and the explosion that was our reward for being so patient. You smile wondering how it could be any better, knowing that with any luck there are still new heights to be reached even after all these years. Looking around the room you discover that it is sparsely furnished, a single dresser, one nightstand, the bed has four posts about 3 feet taller than the top of the quilts on it and is just big enough for 2 people. There is also something large and upright in the corner of the loft almost hidden by the shadows. You feel drawn to it and as you get closer your breath catches in your throat, your hand going to your mouth. How did he know you think as you turn the full-length mirror around, moving it out from the corner closer to the side of the bed? The mirror catches the light from the oil lamp and some of the glow from the fire downstairs. I wish I could see the smile on your face and read your thoughts because I know how long you have wanted to see ourselves as we make love, as we caress. I know that even though your imagination sees so much you are excited by the thought of making love up here, the mirror beside the bed, watching as we touch and so much more. You look closer at the mirror. What is that hanging on the side of it? The first sense you have of it is the scent that floats up as you remove it from the mirror. You smile again, it is White Diamonds, your favorite, already sprayed lightly over the material. The color is a deep burgundy. It shimmers in the light and as you hold it to your cheek you feel it's softness knowing that it is silk. You laugh softly, and call out to below " oh darling, it is lovely," sure that I will know that it is not just the negligee but everything about the loft. I can hear your feet shuffling above me as you twirl around, my own feet stretched out and bare in front of the fire. I close my eyes and relax, imagining what is happening upstairs. I see that you are in no hurry as your clothes slowly find there way to the floor. First your socks, then slacks, your sweater and turtle neck, each being removed with a smooth grace, your movements fluid. I hear the movement stop above me, the fire is too loud for me to hear any other sound. It takes me a moment, then I smile a little knowing what it is. Standing as you are in your bra and panties, your eyes are again drawn to the image in the mirror. The lighting is soft yet you can see every detail of this body you know so well. It looks different as you touch yourself, running your hands from the top of your legs, over your stomach, lifting your breasts, moving your hair up and off your neck in one long, slow sweeping motion. You reach to unclasp the bra and as it falls forward and off of your shoulders your nipples, already erect, look large in the mirror. Is this what he sees you think? Is this what he feels you wonder as you run your hands over your breasts, flicking at the nipples. Why is it so different tonight you wonder? You have touched and stroked all of your body so many times, why is it? The panties come off quickly, your fingers so close to touching your lips and beyond but you resist, wanting my touch to be the first this evening. There is a small bottle of perfume next to the bed, not noticed at first, but you see the glass twinkling in the light now. You take your time dabbing it behind your ears, inside your elbows, between and under your breasts, dabbing more behind your knees and finally between your legs so close to your lips that once again it is a battle not to touch there, not to stroke even just once. Your eyes return to the mirror seeing yourself bare like this, hand near your lips, eyes wide open. You smile knowing what fun you will have tonight with this mirror that I so cleverly made sure was in the room. Oh yes, returning the favor will be sweet ... for both of us. The gown slips on easily, the silk so soft against your skin. It fits like you were almost poured into it, molding itself to your particular curves and contours. It has a warmth that you cannot explain but are happy to feel as it moves with your steps, gently moving across your thighs, buttocks, breasts. The slit in the front is up past your knees, almost mid thigh. You steal one last look in the mirror, legs spread, shaking out your hair, smelling once again the perfume spread out into the room before beginning down the stairs. I hear your steps when you are halfway down from the loft, hear you humming something soft to your self, some tune I do not recognize. There are two large pillows on the floor, I am leaning back against one, feet towards the fire, my heavy shirt open and out of my pants, the fire very warm now. I have brought the champagne and glasses in with me and they sit to the side, the flames from the fire reflecting and glinting off the glasses and silver bucket. I smile at you as you reach the bottom of the stairs and ask you to slowly turn for me. Your movement is slow and sensual as you do this, your hands moving up your sides and lifting your hair as you complete the turn. Is it fire or the reflection from the fireplace in your eyes? There is no mistaking the smile I see. I am glad that the gifts and preparations are to your liking. Our eyes meet and I am in love all over again, you can see it as you move slowly towards me. It's as if time is slowing down as I watch you, able to see every subtle movement you make, your perfume just now reaching me. I know I am not dreaming because you lean close to me and whisper..... What is it you whisper lover?? A Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 2 How can I ever thank you but to continue the story in part 3? **kiss** my darling Amanda "May I have this dance?" I ask. Your eyes smile as you reach up and take my hand. The electricity of our fingers touching causes jolts to run up my arm. Oh how much I love this man. I hear the music you've picked, a salsa, and my hips begin to sway seductively. I see your expression change to one of surprise and pleasure. "Dance for me, darling," you tell me. With a smile in my eyes and my heart pounding, I begin to move, hips gyrating, hearing the beat of the music all the way to my soul. I move forward, dancing directly over your head, tantalizing you with the movement of my hips and thighs. Your eyes widen as you see hints of what lies beneath the negligee. My body sways and moves and I begin to lift the edge of the gown. I see your hand begin to reach for me, but shaking my head, I move back, out of your reach. Clutching at the rug underneath you I see you lean back and regain control. I smile, and move closer once again. The music has me in its power, and I respond as a woman who knows what she wants and plans to have it. This time I move lower. Hips twisting and grinding round and round as I move lower to your face. Knowing that I am causing the blood in you to boil. I continue to lift the edge of my gown giving your imagination hints of the pleasure that is to come. The heat in me is transferring itself to parts of my body, which respond in kind. My face reddens, and I begin to feel my juices flow. Heat is coming off my body in waves and you respond to me by running your hands up my thighs. I look down and see your face. There is a look of intense concentration on your face and I realize it won't be long before you rise up and take me up those stairs to the loft and that wonderful mirror. I spread my legs a bit wider and feel your fingers moving up towards my center. Stopping the hands that travel my body is hard because I want more. Our eyes meet, communicating without words. I see you begin to rise and I know this is our moment. Leaning over, I grab the two champagne flutes and the bottle of champagne and head for the stairs. You are right behind me, one hand on my backside. Are you guiding me or pushing me forward? Either way we are both eager to reach the bedroom. As we enter the bedroom, I feel you turn me around to face you. It is at this moment that you kiss me with all the pent up frustrations I've created with my passionate dancing. Your hands move down past my waist, and I feel you squeezing my buttocks. With love overflowing, my arms wrap themselves around your neck, kissing all over your sexy face, eyes, ears, nose, and your lips. Feeling your powerful erection at my belly, I move sensuously against you, the friction causing you to pull me even closer and kiss me harder. I feel you lift me in your arms, still kissing me and move towards the bed. Gently you lay me down, taking the glasses and bottle from my hands. Your hands move to the sides of my thighs and slide under the edges of my gown. The scent of my body is powerful and I feel you open my legs, and bury your face in my wetness. I arch up to meet your tongue. All is forgotten except for our need to quench this thirst within each other. I feel you move your tongue deeply inside of me, and I begin to whimper. Your tongue slides from inside me to reach my clitoris. Gently you suck it into your mouth, squeezing it between your lips. Causing me to lift off the bed in ecstasy. Your fingers move towards my breasts and you take my nipple between your thumb and index finger and pinch me gently. My juices are flowing freely now and I feel you sucking me thoroughly, not wanting to miss a single drop. My hands in your hair are holding you in place as you continue to suck me. I am almost delirious with delight at your sexual ministrations. I am climbing this mountain and am almost at the precipice. I feel you take my legs and place them over your shoulders. Lifting my hips off the bed to reach your mouth you begin sucking me in earnest and I shatter into a thousand electrical sparks. I am shaking with the passions you have brought forth and you continue to drink the nectar my body has created. Slowly you let me down. As I try to catch my breath, I see that you have yet to begin your own journey. I rise up and help you to remove your trousers. I see you standing before me, a fully aroused male in all his glory. I think of what a lucky woman I am to have the love of such a powerful, yet caring man and I ache to show him how much I love him. I pull you onto the bed with me, turning you onto your back, straddling you. It is my turn to be in control and I revel in the thought. Holding you down with my hips, I scoot down a little lower in order to see you in glorious detail. I glance over to the side of the bed and look at our reflection in the mirror. What an erotic picture we make! My hands reach for you and I slowly trail my fingertips up your shaft. I feel you arch up into my hands and I smile knowingly. Looking at your face, I wink at you. Be patient lover. The twinkle in your eye is back and you chuckle at me. I bend forward and kiss you and then return to your waiting manhood. Its head is almost purple and the veins, engorged with blood are visible all around it. I lean over, kiss the head and gently suck it into my mouth. I hear you groaning. Oh what a joy this is, making love to this man. Looking over at the mirror I am able to watch as I take you deeply into my mouth. Listening to you groan I take you in deeper. You lift your hips to penetrate deeper and knowing how this makes you feel I take all of you into my mouth. Oh how good you feel to me! Your hands have moved to my hair and you hold me in place as you slowly thrust in and out of my mouth. Sensations such as I have never felt course through me. I feel a sense of power in knowing that I am able to cause you to tremble at my touch. It's a heady feeling. You are loving my mouth thoroughly and I open up completely and feel you shudder as your head touches the back of my throat. Sitting up, you pull me up to you and kiss me deeply, your tongue filling my mouth just as your cock was a moment ago.. I feel you turning me over and in one fluid moment I feel you entering me. It is heavenly, that first thrust inside of me! Deeply you stroke into my being. Looking into my eyes and then smiling, you lean over and pull one nipple into your mouth. I reach down to hold your head there. Your tongue lavishes attention on first one breast and then the other. I feel you sliding in and out of me with long smooth strokes. My hips are almost off the bed, rising to meet you. Almost simultaneously, we both look over at the mirror and what a sight there is to see, your arms supporting you, my legs around the back of your thighs as you kneel in between them. I feel you start pounding me harder with each stroke and I am rising to meet your demands. The emotions that are flowing through me know no bounds and I feel like I am floating free. Your touch has created a wanton creature whose only desire is to please you. Pushing you over, I straddle you and begin the ride of my life. I feel your hands on my ass, and you rise up, pushing into me deeper, much deeper than I have ever felt you before. We are like two animals in heat, our passions completely out of control. I raise my hips and rush back down again and again, and then it happens, so quickly. I feel you thrust up, hear you cry out and you erupt inside of me. I am filled with the sensation of warmth as you cum deep inside of me. I feel my own juices begin to overflow and a feeling of incredible release, my mind's eye seeing flashes of brilliant lights and then contentment slowly washing over me as I fall forward to lay on you. I look over at the mirror and look at us and I sigh, softly as I feel your arms wrap themselves once more around me. What an evening this has been and so much more to look forward to this weekend. A Weekend at the Cabin Ch. 3 This is for you my dear... *kiss* From Part 2 I look over at the mirror, and see us, I sigh, softly, as I feel your arms wrap around me once more. What an evening this has been and so much more to look forward to this weekend. Part 3: I don't remember falling asleep but when I woke, you had moved to my side, curled up with your back towards me. I watched you sleep for a time, the steady and rhythmic movement of your breathing, the little smile I could see reflected in the mirror. You looked content and satisfied, peaceful in your state of rest. The fire downstairs was hot enough that, as the warm air moved up to the loft, neither one of us had moved to take a cover and pull it over us. The oil lamp on the side table was still burning so as my eyes adjusted I can see you in the mirror, the slight curve of your stomach, those wonderfully large, dark nipples and of course your beautiful face. What were you dreaming about that was causing you to smile? I know just how I want to wake you this morning. I roll slowly onto my back, not wanting to disturb you, reach into the drawer of the other table next to the bed and take out one of the scarves that I had put there. It's silk and smells faintly of you as I pass it under my nose and breathe in your scent. Taking it gently in one hand, I move to my knees beside you and slowly begin to slide the tip of up from your ankle, past your knee, across the side of your thigh, barely touching you as it drops down to the bed only to continue over your stomach just missing the underside of your breasts. I begin again at your feet and by the third trip of the scarf over your body you finally begin to stir. The only way I know is because of the sigh that escapes your lips. I know that sound well lover. Are you awake yet? I start back up your leg and this time I let more of the scarf drape over your skin while following the same slow path. I watch as you roll over, onto your back, the leg closest to me remaining bent, your arms move up over your head. The silk is so soft that I imagine it feels something like a feather as it passes over your skin, not quite between your legs but not missing the valley in between your breasts, under your chin and across your shoulders before I start from your feet again. I open the scarf fully this time and watch the little shudders as the scarf covers and moves slowly up your legs, coming together between your legs and then covering your stomach and breasts before moving over your face. There is nothing quiet about the moan that I hear and I know that I have succeeded in waking you. "Leave your hands where they are, lover, and don't open your eyes" I say and I watch your mouth move into a smile. You know that you can trust me but, at the same time, you have no idea what I have in mind for you. I know you can feel the bed moving as I change my position to move in between your legs. The tip of the scarf returns to your stomach, tracing slow circles over your skin. Every so often it finds its way across your breasts and I smile as I watch your nipples begin to harden. I bend my head to your breasts and suck the right nipple into my mouth, kneading it with my lips just like you have shown me you prefer, not too hard but enough that it causes you to squirm beneath me. I feel your hips rub against my leg and I move quickly back a few inches, foiling you for the moment. Instead, I drape the scarf across your right leg and slowly move it up so that almost the whole length of it slides in between your lips and over your clit. A split second after the tip has left contact with you, my tongue takes its place The tip of my tongue traces the length of your lips, circling around your clit. Each time I lick you, more of my tongue makes contact with you. God, lover, you are already so wet. I taste you, and I taste me from earlier tonight. I can't help but become more aggressive in my licking, my head moving faster from bottom to top. "Yes, yes, that's it lover, faster, I'm so close" you cry out. Your hands are suddenly holding my head tightly to you and I finally suck your clit in between my lips. "Oh Gooooodddddddddddddddd" you cry out, "yesssssssssssssssssss, don't stop". "Suck it lover," you moan as I feel your legs tighten around me. I hear you cry out again as the next climax falls quickly on top of the first one. I'm holding my head still, letting you finish. Your next one is going to come with me buried deep inside of you. You sense my desire and pull my head to yours, your tongue moving all over my lips and chin, tasting and drinking in your cum from my face. I feel your tongue forcing its way into my mouth, reaching deep inside. At the same time, your hand reaches down to guide me inside you. It's hard to enter you at first, because your contractions have made you so tight inside. I feel you relax for just a second and you seem to suck me inside of you, taking in my whole length in one stroke. Your hips slam up against me and I barely have to move as you rock up and down on the bed. I can feel you pulsing around me and when you explode this time there are no words to describe how it feels or what you sounded like. You simply let go and came all around me, screaming as you did. "Hold still for just a minute" you moan. I do, but just for a minute before I move my hips back until just the head of my shaft is left inside of you. I stroke back in very slowly and continue this for a few minutes. Your hands have moved back up over your head again and you let me lead this dance, for a while at least. My strokes become shorter but not any faster and as I slide in I start rolling my hips. I can feel you pick up on this subtle change in motion and move your hips in time with mine to maximize the contact with your clit each time I stroke in. Inside I can feel you tightening up again and when your hands move to my ass and start pulling me tight to you I have no desire to tease you any longer. Your hands are directing the pace and intensity of my movements. "I want to feel you cum, lover, and I don't want to wait" you say. Your hands are more insistent and your mouth is kissing and nibbling on my chest as I continue to stroke faster into you. "I'm close," I moan. "Let it out lover, now, I want it now" you reply. A few more strokes and I feel that wonderful tingle starting from my balls, moving up. The head of my shaft expands and that first pulse from deep inside of me sends me over the edge. I cry out as I drive in deeper, 3, 4 quick thrusts before I push in completely and let the climax wash over me. I love how you roll your hips when I'm cumming lover. Each time you do drives me crazy with the sensation as you slide around the head, your muscles squeezing and milking me, drawing every last drop from inside of me. I come down off my hands to rest on my elbows, my head moving beside yours and I feel your lips on the side of my face. I smile and kiss your eyes, then the tip of your nose before laying my head down once more. It takes a few minutes for me to catch my breath and I hear you whisper "rest lover, it will be my turn to wake you later this morning." I don't remember but I think I smiled before drifting off, your arms still around me, my head beside yours, still deep, very deep inside of you.