A Smokey Mountain Kidnapping Part 1
written by:
Catwidow

A Smokey Mountain Kidnapping

It hadn't been an easy task, but he had accomplished it. Following the woman, who's father had ruined his life, into a bar, had been easy enough. Even slipping a sleeping pill into her drink hadn't been that hard: amazing how many people didn't pay attention to their drinks. Waiting for it to take effect, however, and timing it right, so that he was there to 'help' her, was the hard part.

Melissa Danbridge, dressed in a black leather mini skirt, which was held together by criss crossed leather laces on the sides and a matching leather corset, had been surrounded by a passel of friends, who had been constantly hovering around her, like mother hens.

As the sleeping pill seemed to start doing it's job, he saw her trying to clear her head by shaking it from side to side, sending her long brown hair flying along with it. When that didn't work, she got up, declining the offer from her friends to escort her, and made her way towards the restrooms in the back of the club, which was a difficult task, as her heels were too high for the state her body was in at the moment.

No one noticed him following her, and he was right behind her when her legs caved in underneath her, catching her around the waist, before she could fall to the floor. With his arm around her middle and her head sagging against his shoulder, they made their way towards the exit. To anyone watching them, it looked as if he was trying to get his drunk girlfriend home. No reason to pay any attention to them, as that was a common sight around here. He unlocked the car and arranged her in the front seat, buckling her in, because he did not want to get pulled over for any reason. As he got behind the wheel, he double checked on his passenger; she was sound asleep and did not stir, even when he turned the key in the ignition and the motor sprang to life.

Sweat was running over his forehead as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the city street. He continuously glanced into the rear view mirror, to see if anyone was following them, as they made their way out of town and headed into the mountains. He peeked at his unconscious passenger every once in a while, to make sure she was still sedated. He noticed the slow rise of her breasts,which were threatening to spill over the top of her corset, with every breath she took. Wondering if he should loosen the lacing that ran down the middle of the contraption, so she could breathe easier. Dismissing the thought as soon as it popped into his head, because he had no reason to accommodate her in any way, not after what her father had done to him.

An hour and a half later they pulled up in front of the little log cabin he had rented. The ground was covered in snow from the recent blizzard they had had and he had to clear a path to the front of the building. Melissa was still out and dead weight in his arms as he carried her inside and deposited her on a chair. He tied her ankles to the legs of it and her hands behind the backrest, making her breasts stick out even further; her head lulling onto her chest, but no other movement coming from her. Lighting a fire in the fireplace, since it was a bit chilly in the room, he took a seat across from her and waited for her to wake up.

Six months ago, his family had owned a lucrative business downtown, not making a huge amount of money, but enough to live comfortably; until William Danbridge came into their life. He offered to buy them out at an amount they could have only dreamed of. After calling in a family meeting, it was agreed to take him up on his offer; they could start new somewhere else, with plenty left over.

Papers were signed, keys were handed over...and then came the rude awakening. All their inventory, including all furniture and fixtures, had been sold at below market prices, new items had been ordered, but not paid for...and all in their name! The check that they had received, had bounced and the lawyer that had drawn up the contracts, had disappeared. They went to the Police, but they couldn't help them, there was nothing that implicated William Danbridge in the least. His parents ended up filing bankruptcy and two months later, died in a suspicious car accident. The bank took the business, the house and everything that had been in it, leaving him with nothing.

All he could think of, was to get even with the man that had caused all of this. After watching him for weeks, he figured out that the only weakness Mr. Danbridge had was his only daughter, Melissa.

As he sat there, contemplating all of this, he couldn't help but stare at her. He noticed the fine features of her face, her long slender neck, lowering to her breasts, that seemed too large, not only for her bustier, but for her entire body, as she was very delicate. Long legs that seemed to belong to a dancer ended up accentuating a very pretty tush. The shortness of her miniskirt may have covered her up nicely at the club, but sitting here in front of him, her legs apart, tied to the chair, hid nothing, not even close. He stared right at her closely shaven V, because apparently, she did not believe in wearing any underwear, and, as much as he tried not to, he couldn't help himself from wondering how she would feel.

He had to get up, the view distracted him too much. Going into the kitchen, he began making some coffee and rummaged through the cabinets to see what kind of food he had. Yet, he couldn't ban the picture from his mind. Back in the main room, he walked over to her and knelt in front of her, pushing her legs further apart. He used the rope around her ankles to tie her knees to the chair legs as well, opening her further and letting him see her pink flesh. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he returned to his seat, intently staring at the triangle across from him. Suddenly he jumped up, he had almost forgotten to blindfold and to gag her. He didn't want her to see his face or be able to call for help. Even though it was winter, there were still enough tourists around, who might hear her. After he finished, he sat back down, wondering how long it would take for her to wake up; had he given her too much?

Slowly Melissa began to move. It started with her head trying to jerk up; when she tried to move her hands, she found that she couldn't. Panic started to set in. What happened? Where was she? She felt cloth in her mouth and almost gagged, she couldn't breathe! Struggling against her restraints, trying to scream but only getting muffled noises to escape from her mouth, she started to cry. Most of her tears were soaked up by the blindfold around her eyes, but a few managed to roll down over her cheeks.

"So you finally decided to join us again, huh?" a deep, male voice asked " I was beginning to worry about you!"

She tilted her head in the direction of the voice, but everything seemed fuzzy to her; she thought it was coming from right in front, but the next words seemed to have been whispered in her right ear. She remembered leaving the table at the club to go put some water on her face; remembered a man catching her when her legs gave out, but the rest was in a haze. She thought she had felt strong arms holding her up and the wind hitting her in the face as they left the club, after that, everything went black. Trying to loosen whatever she was tied with again, tugging against it, proved to be a waste of her energy; nothing gave.

"Don't bother. You aren't going anywhere until I get what I want, Princess."

'Oh my God, I have been kidnapped,' she thought. Fear sending icy shivers through her body, wrapping around her spine in a tight grip. 'As long as I don't see their faces, I have a chance to live. Daddy will come for me, I know'

"If you promise not to scream, I will remove the gag. But I warn you, one tone and I will put it back in. There is no one around that could hear you, I am not willing to take that risk though"

She nodded and felt the gag being removed from her mouth. Taking big gulps of air, refilling her lungs, felt good and gave her the strength to ask "Why are you doing this? I haven't done anything to you!?"

"You didn't, but your precious father did and now he is going to pay for it. Now, don't talk anymore!"

She felt him moving around the room, then a bottle opening was held to her lips and she greedily drank the offered water. Her skirt was cutting into her thighs and she asked if he could help her and loosen the laces, so she could move a little.

He stepped close and she felt his fingers on her hips, messing with the leather bands. He cussed when they wouldn't cooperate with him and then she felt metal against her skin. With a sickening noise, the bands fell away and she felt the skirt flaps give. He did the same on the other side and now the skirt was in two parts; one that she was partly sitting on and the other one lying across her lap.

He stepped back and looked at his handiwork. The skirt wasn't really a skirt anymore and if he had wanted to give her relief, well, she should feel plenty of it now, as there was nothing constraining her anymore. He stepped closer and lifted the leather piece from her lap, leaving her fully exposed to him. When he had observed her neat trim earlier, he hadn't noticed just how neatly she trimmed. There was nothing but a little, tiny patch of hair, right above her clit, everything else was smooth, not even a trace of stubble. As if of it's own volition, his hand reached out and touched her small patch. He heard her sharp intake of breath, but didn't really care, he just wanted to touch her; feel her. As his fingers stroked over her tiny curls, he felt her shiver and could see goosebumps covering her body from her neck down to her ankles. His knife moved up to her bustier and with one swift cut, it dropped off of her and her breasts spilled out, her nipples pointing straight at him. She was a glorious sight, sitting there, naked, tied and blindfolded, offering herself up to him, so it seemed. But he wasn't a rapist; he just wanted to look, maybe touch her, that was all.

He ran his fingers down over her clit and let them dip between her folds, trailing the crease as far as he could, before the seat of the chair stopped him. He couldn't help but notice how wet she was getting, with every stroke of his fingers. Her nipples looked pert, being raised toward him, like they were begging to be touched. Taking one nipple between his thumb and forefinger he gently rolled it, squeezed it and tugged on it.

At first feeling violated and scared that she was being raped, Melissa tried to block everything out, telling herself that this wasn't happening; but she couldn't block out the feelings that his touch caused. Her whole body seemed to betray her, her nipples relishing what his fingers were doing to them; her pussy flooding with juices wanting to be released by the touch of him. She moaned involuntarily with every stroke of his fingers.

Shaking his head to clear the temporary fog that had settled over him, he stepped back, removing his hands from her and looking at them as if this was the first time in his life that he had seen them. He shouldn't have done this; shouldn't have touched her, but damn, she felt good. She stirred something inside him that started clawing it's way out, and there was nothing he could do about it. Maybe this whole thing hadn't been such a good idea after all. He should just let her go. She hadn't seen his face and he doubted she would tell anyone about what had happened. But her moans echoed in his mind.

"Uhm, are you hungry?"

Yes she was hungry, but not for food, but she couldn't tell him that. It was bad enough that she had melted in his hands like a street whore, no need to let him know that she wished he would have kept going.

"Uh, sure. I haven't eaten anything in forever."

Again she heard him move out of the room and figured he was in the kitchen, because she could hear drawers being opened and closed, the clicking noise of a gas range as it was turned on and the scraping of metal against metal. A short while later she smelled tomato sauce, and heard him returning; a chair scraped across the floor, then felt his hand on her shoulder.

"I am going to feed you, so open your mouth."

She had been right, it was tomato sauce, with Ravioli's in it. She didn't think that she had eaten Chef Boyardee since she was in Kindergarten, but she could still recognize the taste of it. He had pulled the chair close to her and sat there, feeding her by the spoonful; his arm brushed against her left breast every time he lifted the spoon to her mouth. As he watched her nipple pucker up, he accidentally dripped some sauce onto it; intuitively licking it up with his tongue. He felt the shudder that ran through her body, as another moan escaped from her lips.

"Oh, please do it again"

Needing no further encouragement, he lowered his head over her breast and pursued her nipple with his tongue, before closing his lips around it and suckling on it. Her upper body pressed further into him, implying that she wanted more of her in his mouth. He obeyed her silent command and opened his mouth further, to let the flesh from her breast fill him. Using his lips, tongue and teeth, he treated her boob as if it was the last lollipop on the face of the earth. Her moans turned into groans and got louder with every move he made. He reached for her right breast and embarked on massaging it, before he gave it too a workout with his mouth.

Forgotten was the food; all he could think about was the soft, warm and pliable flesh under his lips, with the hard center, straining against the roof of his mouth. Melissa too didn't think about the Ravioli anymore, but the exquisite feelings that her captor caused her. Her body felt as if it were on fire, tiny electrical pulses cursing through it, centering all in the the pit of her stomach and the little bud between her legs.

Having her in front of him, totally helpless and very willing, responding to his touch the way she did, turned him on to no end. His cock was hard and painfully pressing against his jeans, demanding attention. He unzipped with his free hand and as soon as he did, his member jumped out, as if to see where the action was. He leaned closer in to Melissa, pressing his bulging cock against the side of her breast, causing her to gasp again, licking her lips in the process.

When his head touched her, she could feel the rigidity and the softness of it at the same time. She leaned into it a little, so she could feel the whole length pressing against her. He was at least 7 inches, because he ran the length of her breast; hot and hard, yet soft and smooth. He removed his hand and mouth from her and came to stand between her legs, pressing his throbbing member into her cleavage; moving it up and down. His hands reached for the sides of her breasts and pushed them towards each other, covering his cock with them entirely. It was as if a cave had just closed around him; a soft, warm cave, that gave nothing but pleasure. His hands were kneading the flesh underneath them as his member was stroking between the two nice mounds, until he felt himself tense up and ready to explode. To his surprise, Melissa lowered her head and opened her mouth trying to reach him with it.

"Let me taste it, please! I want to feel it in my mouth!"

He didn't need to be told twice, so with his last upward push, he released his hands from her and slid right into her waiting mouth. She groaned on his dick, the pulses reverberating through him, making it hard to hold back any longer. He did the best he could and pumped into her mouth until he felt his semen pour into her throat. Three more spurts followed and she barely had time to swallow them, that's how fast they came.

Melissa relinquished feeling him pumping into her mouth; her tongue tried to keep up with his pushes, aiming for the sensitive skin right underneath his head. She was surprised by the enormity of his release and almost choked, but somehow managed not to and swallow every last salty drop of him.

Now that it was over, he felt awkward again. Something inside him told him he should release her, especially after what he had just done, but at the same time, he still wanted his revenge. Tucking his cock into his pants again, he went to the bedroom and got a blanket to cover her up with. When he moved to drape it over her, he noticed the puddle between her legs. How could he have forgotten!? She hadn't been to the bathroom in a long time.

"Uhm, do you have to go to the bathroom or is it too late for it already?"

How embarrassing! He had noticed, but thought that she had peed herself! Despite her situation, she had to laugh. She laughed so hard that her sides hurt and she couldn't get any air. When the attack finally subsided, she inhaled deeply and steadied herself.

"Yes, it would be nice to be able to go to the bathroom. Thank you. But I have to tell you that, no, I haven't peed myself. I just came real hard and tend to squirt when I do."

He stared at her disbelievingly. He had heard of it, but never been with a woman that actually did. No wonder she was laughing! She must really think he was a moron!

"OK, just don't do anything funny, you wouldn't get far in this weather, wearing no clothes."

He untied her hands, but bound them again in front of her, before releasing her legs and knees. Pulling her up to stand, he again had to support her, as her legs were not used to the increased weight yet, after being tied for so long. He guided her to the bathroom, turned her around in front of the toilet and watched her sit down. He tried to look away as she relieved herself, but couldn't; as if mesmerized, he stood and watched. He handed her some toilet paper and watched her wipe.

"Could I have a warm, wet washcloth? I would like to clean myself."

He ran the water, checking the temperature, until it was warm enough, then wetting a washcloth and placed it in her bound hands. Again he watched as she first wiped her face with it, then ran it down over her breasts and finally between her legs. The cool air hitting the wet flesh, had her nipples react immediately and he wondered if that ever bothered her. He sure would hate to have to run around with his dick sticking out every five minutes. Wrapping the blanket around her, the one he had brought with him from the other room, he led her back to her chair and fastened her back up the way she had been.

"Is that really necessary?"

"Sorry, but I need you to stay put. I can't risk getting caught, so yes, it is necessary."

"Why are you doing this?"

"It's a long story"

"Well, we seem to have plenty of time. You might as well let me know why I am being held against my will."

He proceeded to tell her what had happened, how they lost everything, how his parents had died, and how no one was going to do anything about her beloved father. She listened intently. There had been times when she had thought that some of the dealings her father had, weren't exactly legal, but she never thought twice about it. Some of his business partners seemed to come straight from jail and looked like gangsters; but when asked, her Dad had always laughed it off and told her not to worry about it; and she hadn't. As much as she hated to admit it, but she did believe this man's story. But kidnapping her wouldn't help him; it would make things even worse.

" You may not believe me, but I believe you. I have been too ignorant to pay attention to my fathers dealings, but have suspected that he was doing illegal things for a long time now." "I am sorry about your family and everything, but this way, you aren't making things better. If he does have the connections we both think he has, he is going to find you and kill you. Where does that leave your revenge then?"

She had a point, he had to admit. But her taking his side was just too easy, it was probably a trap and he wouldn't be so gullible as to just walk into it.

"Do you have a name? I feel weird not knowing what to call you, especially after what we have done."

" Just call me Bob, that is good enough"

"OK, Bob. Now what?"

"Now I am going to call your Dad and will tell him that he can have you, if he pays me 1 Million Dollars" "Ha ha ha, you actually believe he would pay that much for me? And also, apparently you don't know that he is on a business trip in South America right now. There is no way to call him."

"You are bluffing!"

"I wish I was. He won't be back for another week. So what are you going to with me for that long?"

A couple of things went through his mind, but he had to think first. He needed to find out if she was telling the truth; that would be easy enough, all he had to do is call his house and ask for the man. In preparation, he had gotten a few prepaid cellphones, so they couldn't trace them back to him, by always calling from the same number. He got one of the phones out and punched in Danbridge's home phone number. It was answered on the second ring, by a spanish speaking woman. Bob asked if he could talk to Mr. Danbridge and was told that he was away. He would have to call back next week or leave a message. So, she had been telling the truth. Now he really had to think. He hadn't anticipated this and had only bought groceries for two days, figuring everything would be over by then. He went back onto the couch and sat; debating his dilemma.

"You know, Bob, this is getting really uncomfortable."

As she wiggled from side to side, the blanket slipped off her and onto the floor, again exposing her to his view; distracting him immensely. He went to cover her back up, but just couldn't keep himself from touching her. He knelt between her spread legs and took his time examining the pink flesh that was close enough, that if he stuck his tongue out, he would have touched it. He ran one finger through her folds, separating them, following his finger's path with his eyes; taking in every inch of her, inhaling her musky scent. Not only could he feel her get wet, but he also saw it. With his first touch, she had automatically started to moan again and he watched as her pussy started to swell, going from being only a small slit, to expanding and letting him see her clit pop up, begging to be touched. He ran his thumb over it in circles, watching the pliable flesh with amazement, as it grew even more. She was squirming in the seat now and he watched her breasts sway from side to side, bouncing with her jerky movements.

He pushed one finger into her, at the same time latching his lips onto her clit. She let out a little scream and then began gulping in air, expelling it in little huffs. He sucked on her clit while flicking it with his tongue, moving his finger in and out of her. Her lower body jerked and he added another finger, earning a deep moan. Leaving her clit, he licked between it and his fingers, slow strokes, up and down, then from side to side. He could feel her build up, but wanted to prolong it; he slowed down even more and then retracted, where he barely touched her at all.

Melissa felt as if she was on fire; it was torture and pleasure, all in one. She wanted him to stop, but didn't want him to stop. Nothing made sense anymore. She hated not being able to see him, touch him, feel him; at the same time, she enjoyed her bindings and the feeling of complete helplessness. His fingers were tormenting her in the best way possible and his tongue was pure magic. She wanted to be tortured by him; for hours, if not days.

Bob continued playing with her, bringing her from one orgasm to the next, never stopping until finally her whole body contracted, her face turned red and in one gigantic release, she screamed out his name and squirted her juices all over his face. They ran down his neck and even soaked the top of his shirt. Yet still he wouldn't stop. He removed his fingers and licked them off, then proceeded to lick her folds, thighs and all the way down to her calves, catching every drop of her. Melissa hung in her restraints, depleted; she had nothing left to give. Everything had flooded out of her, not just physically, but emotionally as well.

Remembering her earlier words, he unbound her and carried her over to the couch, laying her down and getting comfortable next to her. Her hands were still bound together and her blindfold was still in place, but he didn't think he'd need it anymore. His plan had gone to hell and he could only hope he could talk her into forgetting the whole thing had ever happened;well, maybe not all of it.

When he removed the blindfold from her eyes, the first thing she did was to squint into the light. It took a moment for her pupils to adjust and be able to see. Being able to focus, she turned to look at her captor. He was staring at her, trying to gauge her reaction. Whatever he was hoping for, she didn't know. She took in his dark, unruly hair, that seemed to be a bit too long for it to be fashionable; his strong jaw; the very intense gray eyes and broad shoulders. There was a bit of a five o'clock shadow, which she had felt rubbing against her thighs. Letting her gaze trail down further, she decided that he was wearing way too many clothes in comparison with her. He still had on a t-shirt and jeans, as well as a pair of work boots. He looked very handsome and rugged; and if he would have asked, she probably would have went with him willingly. Right now was not the time to think about "what-if's"; she was too tired to form any straight thought, so she smiled at him and let herself drift off to sleep.

Bob got up, after she had passed out, and put more logs in the fire, keeping it nice and cozy in the room. He had some thinking to do and realized that he had created a mess. None of this was supposed to happen. He wasn't supposed to be attracted to Melissa; her father should not have been gone, and, worst of all, she shouldn't have seen his face. Now there was no way out of this mess. On top of everything that he had lost so far, he was going to lose his freedom as well, because kidnapping was a Federal Offense, and he would be going to jail for it. He went over to the the couch and covered Melissa's naked form up with a blanket; not only to keep her from being cold, but also so he could keep his mind on the matter at hand and not be distracted.

After getting some coffee from the kitchen, he got comfortable in one of the chairs in front of the fireplace and sat there, staring into the flames. Some time later, his captive woke up and noticed him across the room. She padded over on her bare feet, the blanket wrapped around her; the shoes had been discarded a while ago, and put her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them.

Without looking at her, he shook his head and said:

"I might as well let you go and turn myself in. It's over. I am sorry." "What are you going to turn yourself in for? Taking a drunk girl out of a bar? Making her come for you? I have no idea what you are talking about! We have been having so much fun with this bondage game and you think they are going to arrest you for it?"

She smiled at him.

"Bob, I understand the why and how, and I can only imagine what you must have felt. I know I was pretty scared finding myself tied up. But if there is one thing I have come to realize over the short time that we have been together, it's that you aren't a bad guy. You did what you thought you had to do." "Now, let's figure out how we are going to get things straightened out. I will help you."

"I can't believe you look at me kidnapping you so non-nonchalantly. And you want to help me? How?"

"No, there is nothing non-nonchalant about it, but I am a realist. You could have killed me, raped me, beaten me to a pulp; but you didn't. Nothing you did, after you had me, was done against my will. And yes, I am willing to help you. I want you to walk me through everything that happened. What was the lawyers name? When did my father approach you and how? I need to know every detail!"

Reiterating his story again, leaving nothing out, he walked her through everything that happened. It turned out that the so-called lawyer, was actually one of her father's bodyguards, who left his employment shortly after, to buy a house in Florida. It would explain how he came up with the money to do so, because she had been wondering about that all along. The more she listened, the more she was convinced that her father had done and planned everything from the start. But what could they do to get Bob's money back? And there was no way to restore his reputation, that was destroyed beyond repair, at least in this town.

He couldn't help but stare at her. This woman was amazing. She went from hostage to co-conspirator; not throwing tantrums or screaming from the top of her lungs and looked sexy to boot. He liked the crease between her eyebrows when she thought, her lips slightly open in concentration, and he could feel himself grow hard again. Raising his hand to her cheek, she leaned into it as he caressed her. Their eyes met and shortly after, their lips did as well. She sunk to the bearskin covered floor in front of the fireplace, tugging him along with her, pulling his shirt over his head, while he tried to kick off his boots and wiggle out of his jeans at the same time. Her blanket ended up on the pile of clothes on the floor next to them, as they embraced in a passionate kiss in front of the fire. The sparks flying off the logs weren't the only things ignited, as their touches became more intimate. Tracing the outline of her body with his left hand, following his movements with his eyes, he reveled in the warm glow that was cast on her skin by the flames. Her hand was playing with the dark mat of hair, covering his chest, savoring the feel of it against her palms. Her fingers played with the curls and followed the narrowing trail of hair down his abdomen, to where it widened again between his hips. Watching his eyes, she noticed that they had turned darker, from a washed out jeans blue to an almost azure. Moving further down, she finally reached his waiting cock, which was resting against his right thigh, due to him lying on his right side, facing the fire and her. Tenderly brushing her fingers along the side of it, until she attained the base of his shaft, she slid them under his scrotum, to caress the sensitive skin that lay underneath it. The air escaped him in ragged breaths now, and his hands had all but forgotten about her, instead, digging into the bearskin underneath him. Not able to tease herself any longer, her head moved down, and as her hand lifted his balls to her mouth, her tongue lovingly stroked over them; first one, then the other. Careful not to let her teeth touch the delicate skin, she pulled them between her lips and away from his body, then let them slip back back. She did this to the skin all around them, to where his thighs met his groin and finally up along his erection, to the the very tip of it. Stroking the opening with the apex of her tongue, until she felt the first drops of pre cum on it, she let her lips close around him.

Bob watched, incapable to move. The way she made him feel was something he hadn't experienced in a long time. Her head hovering, with his cock in her mouth, just looked and felt right, for some reason. The way she had positioned herself in order to get to him, had her butt angled to his torso, just within reach of his hand. A she gradually sucked his head, his hand wandered over her ass and vanished between her legs, to slide between her now swollen pussy lips. She lurched a little when his fingers entered her, making her boobs jiggle, but soon relaxed, even pressed into his hand. He could feel how wet she was, her muscles contracting against his fingers, squeezing them, a few seconds later, relaxing and allowing him to excess her further.

Her mouth had moved farther down over his shaft and his fingers matched her rhythm on his cock. Her whole body writhed with pleasure from his fingers, but also from what she was doing to him. Melissa brought her body closer to his, her breasts touching his stomach, rubbing over it, her nipples brushing against the hair ; groans escaping her mouth as well as slurping noises, that she just couldn't suppress. They both felt the tension build up in each other and Bob moved her so that she was on top of him, straddling his cock. He closed his eyes as he slowly glided into her hot, wet depths, savoring the tightness surrounding him. When Melissa had lowered herself to the point where all of him was in her, she languidly induced to ride him. His hands came up the her chest, encircling both of her breasts and squeezing them methodically; he moved his upper body up until he could catch her nipple with his mouth and suck on it. She leaned back, allowing him deeper into her and fastened her pace. Their breaths had become pants and were getting more labored with every move. His hips rose up to meet hers and ultimately took over, plunging so hard and fast into her, that he could feel her uterus. After a few strokes like that, both of their bodies went rigid, convulsing with tiny ripples, that led each of them into an unmitigated orgasm. Clinging to each other, they remained in front of the fireplace, snuggling close, trying to catch their breaths. Their stomachs rumbled together and both started laughing; it had been a while since either of them had had anything to eat. Bob got up and went to the bedroom, coming back out with one of his shirts for her to put on.

"Sorry about your clothes."

"That's OK, I kinda liked how you got them off me."

Making their way to the kitchen together, they checked to see what they could have for dinner, as breakfast and lunch had already passed hours ago, without them noticing it. After they ate and both had some coffee, they resumed their places in front of the hearth.

The next two days were spent in the same fashion as their first one had been. A lot of sex, very little rest and some breaks for food in between. They became to know each others body's really well, and not only that, but discovered a lot of other things that they liked about the other one.

On day four, Bob had to go into the next small town and get some groceries; he also wanted to pick up some clothes for Melissa; even though his shirt was fine with him, she couldn't run around in it for ever. She also needed other shoes, her high heels were not made for walking in the snow. He didn't worry about her taking off on him, they were beyond that. He did feel guilty about leaving her behind by herself; he would have loved to take her along with him, especially in order to pick out some clothes. Inquiring at the local market where he could find a clothing store,he picked up a pair of jeans, sweater, underwear, socks and shoes for her; thankfully he had written down her sizes, it was bad enough trying to figure out what she might like, without having to add the guessing what size she would need, to it. Back at the cabin, she took inventory of what he had brought her and, while he fixed their dinner, she went ahead and got dressed.

" I have thought of a way to get you your money back, while you were gone."

"Really? It took me weeks to come up with this plan and you thought of a better one in two hours? Let's hear it!"

As she proceeded to tell him, a smile crossed his face.

"I like it. I think it may work. But how do we get the others to go along?"

"Don't worry about that, I will work that out. The important thing is that we have to stick to the plan. I can be quiet convincing, you know. Especially when it comes to my Dad."

They decided to leave the next morning, he would drop her off at her apartment and then go home and wait to hear from her. He still wasn't sure if he trusted her 100%, but he would soon find out. For now, they wanted to spend the rest of the night together, making love in front of the fireplace again.