The cabin

The cabin

Snow was falling gently outside, with the promise of more to come. The sun had retired, and a cheerful fire lit the room, cozily.

I had rented a little cottage for a fun weekend getaway, just a little treat for myself, as I wouldn't be seeing my family for the upcoming holiday. It was small, only one bedroom, but nicely secluded, and modern enough for my tastes.

I was decidedly nervous. The summer previous, I had met a beautiful woman. She was somewhat more experienced than me, in life, and in love, and she had treated me to a night of absolute ecstasy. I was a novice that night, but she made an attentive lover out of me. It was a night of many firsts, and I was eager to show her all that I had learned in the intervening months.

We had stayed in touch since then, exchanging sexy emails, and seeing her again was something I had been thinking about on a near daily basis. When she accepted my offer for a weekend together, I was over the moon, literally shivering with anticipation of the good times to come.

I heard her car crunching on the fresh snow in the driveway, headlights flashing briefly through the window. I jumped up to greet her, eager as a schoolboy. Opening the door, I watched her step out of her car. I couldn't help staring for a moment. She was incredibly good looking, definitely the hottest woman I had ever been with. Her shoulder length black hair was lightly dusted with snow as she made her way towards me, face smiling broadly in greeting.

"Why, hello there, Dean," she intoned warmly. I was unsure how to greet her. A hug? A peck on each cheek? She solved my dilemma by confidently planting a warm wet kiss directly on my lips, the faint suggestion of her silken tongue peeking through for the briefest of moments.

"Um, hello, Lisa," I stuttered, reduced to a pile of nerves, immediately, by her adorable hazel eyes and her gloved hand on my chest.

"Let me grab your bag," I said helpfully, trying to play off my nervousness. Her eyes twinkled, seeing right through me.

Taking her overnight bag (oddly heavy...what is in there?), I ushered her through the doorway. She removed her coat and thick heeled black boots, reducing her height to a petite five feet even, and revealing a seductive body that was made for sin. Black lace top hold ups seemed painted on to her lithe legs, and her low cut red sweater drew my eyes to her perky breasts (a 38c she told me later...I don't know these things, they just looked perfect to me).

She noticed me looking and laughed easily.

"Dean, the door is hardly closed behind me!" she exclaimed, in mock outrage. I stepped in closer, quelling my nerves, and placed my hands on her shoulders.

"Well, it is closed, though," I smiled, pulling her in for a deeper kiss, wanting to see if the sparks were all that I had remembered. Full disclosure...It was, that and more. She melted into my arms, kissing me back deeply. My hands found the small of her back, pulling her to me. I felt her full breasts against me, and I immediately suffered a stiffening in my pants, recalling that summer night long before, and remembering how skilled she was in all aspects of love making.

She felt my hard member poking her through my pants, and she laughed again, delighted to find that everything was still in working order.

"I've missed you," she breathed in my ear. "You, and that long cock of yours." She continued to caress me through my pants, our tongues dancing the ancient dance of discovery.

I slid a hand underneath of her sweater, remembering how sensitive her nipples were. Cupping her perfectly round breast in my hand, I gently squeezed her areola through her bra. Her tip reacted immediately, firming up behind the sheer fabric. She moaned, and pressed herself against me with more urgency, her hands moving around to my ass, pulling me towards her.

"When was the last time you had a nice, sloppy blowjob?" she crooned, kneeling before me, and unbuckling my pants. Staring down at her beautiful face, and with her perky tits on display beneath me, my cock felt ready to break concrete at this point.

"Mmm, too long." I moaned. It was no lie. I hadn't met a woman, before or since, who could deep throat my eight inch cock.

She was ever so gentle as she disentangled me from my undergarments, then, smiling wickedly, she gripped my hard shaft in her small hands. Her fingers couldn't quite wrap around all the way, but she gripped me tightly, all the same, with both hands, and nuzzled my warm head against her soft cheek. Starting at the very base, she licked her way up my veined shaft to the tip, in one long practiced swipe. She took just the tip in her mouth, eyes closed, savouring the taste of me after so long.

Continuing to stroke me, directly into her warm mouth, she worked her full, sensual lips down my shaft, slowly building up pressure as she went. When I felt my head press against the back of her silken throat, she looked me directly in the eyes. Releasing her hands, she leaned into me, and we heard that distinct ‘pop' that I remembered so well. My pink cock disappeared down her throat, and her nose pressed up against my belly, while she maintained that seductive eye contact the whole while.

"My fucking God, Lisa!" I moaned in ecstasy. She pulled back, gasping slightly, with her saliva trailing from my engorged head, and stood up.

"Don't worry," she smiled, seeing my crestfallen face. "There's plenty more where that came from. But these clothes are a bit restrictive, don't you think?"

I nodded dumbly, and allowed myself to be led over to the couch, by the fire, my cock bobbing all the way. A gust of wind keened through the eaves, fading to a whisper, as ruby sparks flew from the burning logs in the hearth.

She pulled her red sweater off, revealing those amazing perky tits, straining against her lacy green bra. I scrambled to remove my clothing, post haste, unable to take my eyes off of her incredible body. She wriggled out of her remaining clothes, and stood before me, radiant in her full nakedness, the firelight teasing shadows on her soft curves.

Playfully, she pushed me back onto the couch. Kneeling on the cushions while straddling me, one hand brushed my still wet cock behind her back. The other, grasped the back of my head, and pulled me in, for another deep, wet kiss. My hands wandered down to explore her body, and I was pleasantly unsurprised to find her slit was already damp.

"Yessss," she hissed, her breath hot on my stubbled cheek. "Right there, Dean, just like that," she implored, gripping my hair tightly.

I knew what time it was. I was excited, eager to show her that I had taken her lessons to heart. I slid down the couch on my back, tilting my head to breathe deeply of her musky aroma. I exhaled softly, blowing air on her quivering sex. She shuddered as my tongue traced the outline of her soft folds, and her hands moved to knead her own breasts, nipples stiffening as she pinched them.

I placed my hands on her round buttocks and pulled her gently closer. The sharp intake of her breath thrilled me as I delved into her steaming pussy. I drew my tongue up to her hood, gently drawing out her little button. I twirled it in small circles, teasing her, before licking her cunt fully, now beautifully wet and covering me in her heady nectar.

I pushed myself as deeply as possible, straining my tongue, going as far as I could, and caressing her inner walls. She rocked with the motion, pulling my head against her, and letting out a low pleasurable groan.

"Stick it in, yes, deeper," she cried, her fingers tangled in my dark brown hair. Her sweet juices were dripping down my cheeks now, as she rode my face, impaling herself on my tongue. I had never seen a woman so wet before. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and I surrendered to her fully, in that moment.

Returning to her now swollen clit, I sucked on it. Softly, at first, then harder as my thumbs worked their way around to her dripping hole. I inserted them both simultaneously, eliciting a squeal from her surprised lips. Still sucking, I worked my thumbs in wide circles, gaping her wide open, and brushing her g-spot.

"Dammit, yes, I'm cumming! Now, Dean, yes, just like that! Fuck!" Her cries echoed off the walls, and she crushed my face into her steaming snatch. I was rewarded with her gushing orgasm, covering my face and hands, her body bucking above me. I pulled back slightly, and let her cum trickle into my open mouth as she sighed in satisfaction.

"Just as good as I remember," she panted, raising me up by my head. I leaned back against the dark grey fabric of the couch again, out of breath, but exhilarated. Thrusting her tongue into my mouth, we shared the delightful taste of her cum, my glazed cheeks reflecting the dancing flames.

Instructing me to lie down, she turned around fully, still straddling me, and looked coyly over her smooth skinned shoulder.

"Are you ready for one of my special blowjobs, Dean?" she asked rhetorically, a gleam in her eye. She raised her pert ass into the air in front of my face, and dipped her head into my thighs, her silky black hair brushing my inner legs, and sending tingles up my spine. Her mouth seemed to melt onto my cock, dissolving any coherent thoughts that remained in my head.

Not about to let this golden opportunity pass me by, I pulled her ass closer to my waiting mouth, using my tongue to pull her juices into her puckered anus.

"Ooohhhh, Dean," she moaned, letting a wet stream of drool fall onto my waiting cock. She rubbed her spit along the length of my shaft, using both hands to massage and lubricate it.

I pulled her hips into me, pushing my firm tongue deep into her tight asshole, and she returned the favor with vigor, noisily sucking my stiff cock with a shared urgency.

I reached one hand around to guide her bobbing head, pushing her down on me until I was all the way down her throat again. She cradled my balls against her nose, leaving no part of me untouched. Pulling up, I saw her breathing hard, trails of saliva connecting her chin to my swollen head. Looking at me with half-lidded eyes, I thought I knew what was next. I was wrong.

"Don't move a muscle," she warned, jumping up, and running to her overnight bag. She returned with a huge black dildo, smiling that wicked smile of hers, and bent over in front of me, to show me her wet pussy and asshole. Using the tip of her toy, she lubricated her ass from her steaming mound, and then plunged the silicone dick deep into her waiting cunt.

"Fuck my ass, Dean, don't make me wait," she begged. "I've already waited long enough!"

Without waiting for a response, she lowered her round bottom onto my slick cock, nestling the head between her cheeks as she guided it in.

"Mmmmm, yes, right there, like that," she crooned, settling on my lap slowly, taking my thickness deep inside her cavern. I could feel her working the dildo in her pussy, and the firm toy caressing the underside of my cock, was perhaps the most perfect feeling on earth. I rose up from the couch, still deep inside her ass, and we stood there, the dying embers of the fire framing her naked body, thrusting in and out for all we were worth.

I had been waiting for this moment for what seemed like forever, and here it was. I closed my eyes, etching the scene into my memory, the sound of our flesh slapping together, the soft glow of the dying fire, the mounting urgency in her cries.

My eyes flew open, once again in the here and now. Lisa reached forward, grasping the mantle above the fireplace, and used it to push back on me, harder and harder.

"Yes, erm, there" she exhorted, her considerable chest heaving breathlessly. "Fuck my ass, Dean! Rail me, ungh, harder!" she ordered, nearly screaming it.

I put my back into it, giving her what she wanted, my left hand pulling back on her dark hair. Her back arched, exposing her pointed nipples to the hearth, her full bosom swaying in time to our rhythm.

"Right there?" I asked, sending my message home with a well-timed thrust from my cock. "Like this, deep inside your asshole?"

"Yes! I want your cum, there, yes, in my ass, please!" she begged, her hazel eyes closed to the world.

That was all I needed to send me over the edge. I was practically lifting her off the ground with each thrust, my cock harder than I had ever thought possible. I could still feel her dildo, through the membrane in her ass, a hardness where it was usually soft. With a loud shout, I erupted my creamy load into her tight ass, riding wave after wave of pleasure, my toes curling, my head thrown back, my back arching until it crackled. She was cumming too, now, bearing down and grinding against my rod, wet juices dripping down our legs to spatter on the wooden floorboards beneath our bare feet.

Our rocking came to a slow stop. I pulled out of her, as gracefully as possible, as she dislodged her toy from deep inside, and let it fall, rolling away as it hit the floor. We both sank into the soft couch, leaning back in our warm afterglow side by side. I closed my eyes again, taking in the silence of the night, the crackle of the dying fire.

It was the perfect antipode to our summer experience, the warm embers reminding me of the June sun that "shone like a demon", many months before.

At some point we crawled into bed, and slept the sleep of innocents. It was beautifully warm beneath the thick down comforter, where we buried ourselves until sunrise.

End

A note on the above story. This was written after exchanging emails with the lovely lisa1212, in response to her story "on the prowl", at the end of which, she posted her desire for erotic replies to her story.

If you enjoyed this, please feel free to let me know via private message! If you would also like to exchange sexy emails, please feel free also! I love using my interactions here for my story inspirations.

Be well, gentle readers

Leandean