The Cabin
Stepping outside into the fresh cold air I paused on the porch inhaling deeply I felt the freshness of the cold dense air as it invigorated me. Winter air is different has a cleaner sense to it and for a few moments even extremely cold air can be refreshing. It gave me surge of energy and an eager anticipation for the work ahead. I swear I could smell a hint of the salty ocean which was not that far off in the distance. That fresh smell was quickly being over powered by the earthy smell of hardwoods aglow in the fireplace and the aroma was getting stronger with every step I took towards the back of the property. The smokes essence had a romantic effect on me as images of snuggling all huddled in front of a fireplace went through my head. Visions of us sipping a glass of wine as the warm alter glow of a passionate love making session left our faces flushed in a hue that reflected the glowing embers of the crackling wood. While the idea of snuggling beside a roaring fire was enticing I was on my own for the moment and there would be no fire at all if I didn’t get some wood spilt and piled up by the hearth. I also felt the need for some physical activity and an even greater need to have a nice pile of wood inside for when the sun went down and it got really cold. The air was slightly damp which made it feel like snow was coming and I thought this might be my last chance to really do some serious chopping for a while without having to shovel my way to the pile.
I surveyed the pile of wood stacked neat against the side of the stone wall that ran across the back of the property and started my attack at one end. I set up a big stump as a base and got ready to make a big pile of logs into an even bigger pile of smaller ones. Before I started I began to warm up for the task first starting slow and then swinging the axe somewhat like a baseball bat chopping imaginary homeruns deep over the back yard fence. Feeling very strong and energetic I thought to my self that id be done in no time at all. Famous last words frequently uttered by the eternally hopeful and naive. An hour later I was getting tired and only halfway through the pile but I had a steady pace going still determined to finish it all. I was so warm I had to take off my outer shirt which gave my arms some freedom and the cold air refreshed my body quite a bit. Funny it was cold enough to wear one of those quilted flannel shirts just a little while ago. Still enjoying my task I kept at it until I could see the light at the end of the tunnel. I had a good groove working and was heated up like a locomotive. Since I was almost done I striped off my undershirt and went at the last of the pile like any self-respecting bare-chested lumberjack would. I could eat a stack of pancakes a foot high after a workout like this. The hardest part of the whole job was restacking all the nicely split logs and bringing a substantial stack inside the cabin. I used the tarp that covers the stack as a sling and like some demented paperboy I delivered copies of the daily wood inside.
As usual it seems that when most of the hard work is over she shows up and although eager to help the hard part was already done. At least that was the kind of comment I would make later about her sense of timing but at the moment I had more to deal with. I could see her through the windshield as she pulled up looking at me disapprovingly for my disregard for the elements. I hoped my sexy attire would soften any chiding she might be inclined to do. She came around the car as I was just bringing in the last load of wood and I could see in her eyes some anger for me being exposed to the elements but there was a look that showed arousal at seeing me half exposed. She followed me in and closed the door behind me. She tossed her bag aside and eyed me from across the room, still a bit annoyed but I could see her mood quickly turning from annoyance to a more sensual one. Sometimes I’m not sure you’re as smart as you look she said you know you’re no good to me sick. Wiping off sweat with a towel I had grabbed I started walking slowly towards her and we met in front of the couch. I gave my best little boy grin and said what use am I all hot and sweaty? She laughed in a mocking tone at me and said bad little boys shall never know, will they? Suppressing an urge to giggle I resorted to pouty lip for sympathy. I’m not sure if the pouting worked or if it was that she just cant stay upset with me for long but she moved right in and gave me a nice soft kiss on my pouty lips. As she put her arms around me she said just make wiser choices ok, you really are no good to me sick. Well I could use a little warming up I said How about some hot chocolate and a fire? Wise choice she said and with a knowing smile she headed off to the kitchen. With just a simple smile she conveyed so much more than words could possibly tell in so brief an instant. I saw love lust and adoration beaming from her face and it warmed me up inside better than any fire ever could.
As quick as a wink that tender moment was gone and we were off to the races trying to get back in front of the fireplace as fast as we could. With her making some hot chocolate in the kitchen and myself rushing to clean up a bit after throwing a few freshly split logs onto the embers barely glowing in the fire place. I started to feel a chill in the air and with all my lumber exertions being done with I put on a big soft flannel shirt for some warmth. Soon there was a roaring fire in front of me, a hot cup of love in my hand and my best girl in the world snuggling up to me as we leaned up against the big couch on the floor. I took a sip of the cocoa and with my eyes popped wide I said it seems this cocoa has been adulterated with some sort of liquor. She giggled and said I probably needed a medicinal shot after my exposure. Again I gave the mmm sound after a sip and guessed she had added some mint schnapps and that it was way better than any mocha mint Grande I’ve ever had. Smiling she said it looks like you might be finally thawing out a bit and she touched my body as if taking my temperature with her fingertips. Outside the winter sun was fading fast outside already behind the mountains sending less and less light inside the cabin and the light from the fire was taking over as the main source. We sat intimately close in the soft light of the fire leisurely sipping our warm drinks, enjoying the changing colors of sky and just talking about what we did earlier in the day.
Whatever it was that we were doing we always tried to be as physically close as possible at least touching in some way. Be it holding hands while walking, curled up together while sleeping or sitting on the couch hip to hip we loved the simple pleasure of our bodies being in contact. It added a layer of pleasure to our enjoyment of each others company especially in front of a fire. The wood was a blaze now and as it crackled away I felt layers of warmth surrounding me. Some from the heat of the fire some from the hot chocolate but best of all was the warmth from her body where it pressed against mine. Perhaps it was the romance of sitting in front of a fire or the liquor in the coco or a combination of both I found my libido growing as fast as the flames. Sitting as close as could be I had my hand caressing her nearest inner thigh and I felt her fingers playing with my hair. I felt her other hand running over my chest in between the two halves of my flannel shirt. As we watched the wood being slowly consume by the fire it was mirrored by the flames of our own passions and they were starting to rage like a forest fire in the wind. Finishing my drink I slide down and put my head into her lap and drifted off into sleep like state for a few minutes while she ran her fingers trough my hair and caressed my face. It’s my favorite form of meditation and after a short while I felt refreshed and energetic, eager to take us both to a higher place. When I opened my eyes I could see her smiling down at me and it was easily apparent much she loved me just by looking into her eyes. It warmed me inside more than any fire ever could and I hoped she could see the same from me.
Still playing with my hair I felt her long fingers running through the roots and toying with the ends and it tickled yet felt good at the same time. Her other hand had made its way into my shirt fingers speed wide palm down and was creating a nice warm spot on my chest where ever it happened to glide over. I reached up and had my arm around her back and ran my hand up to touch her hair and feel its silkiness sensually slip through my fingers. With long pulls I opened my hand somewhat and let my fingers feel the soft tresses tingle their insides. My other hand I snuck underneath her and I grabbed her thigh and gently and seductively squeezed it in my strong hand. She arched her head back and closed her eyes, listening to the crackling of the fire as she enjoyed me playing with her hair. She did her best to bend over to kiss me and even with an awkward position we managed to exchange brief but sweet kisses. We kissed and caressed liked for quite a while enjoying the fire and each other’s warmth but the hardness of the floor eventually forced me to move to more comfortable surroundings. I stood up and stretched pulled her up to me and then brought her down with me as I sat back on the couch. I guided her hips off to my side and she swung her legs over mine as we put an arm around each other and snuggled much closer and more comfortable than we could have been on the floor. She grabbed my hand and we interlocked fingers as she brought my hand in hers and to her chest, as our heads closed in for more of those soft sweet kisses.
We came to the cabin to escape the everyday pressures and to recharge ourselves with fresh air and to relax in the great outdoors. No work television, no distractions or interruptions of mundane life to hamper us from spending quality time together. We spent time walking through wooded trails exploring quaint towns and scenic drives. One of my favorite things to do is cooking together stealing kisses and slow dances in the kitchen as more than our dinner begins to simmer. Even the simple things like sitting next to each other while catching up on a good book or taking a nap in front of the fireplace as long as we were together was all that really mattered. A side effect of being that close all the time was how it affected us in out intimate endeavors. Our passions often ran free and wild and being so perfectly suited together it was easy to take our physical love to a higher place. I loved her more than I ever thought possible and tried to let her feel that every time I touched her and every time I kissed her. I felt us fuse together when kissing her the edges of my being mingling with hers until I could sense we were no longer two separate people but tow halves of something whole. It was never sex to us but love making in its finest form. Weather it was fast or deliberately as slow as possible we savor every amorous moment. Fast or slow it always had an intensity to it yet still loving and soulful to the point of spiritual. Never could I have dreamed it would be this way or this fulfilling. When we kissed it went way beyond the clinical version of the act. Totally more than just lips and tongues pressed and mingled together but it was more like a poem or painting come to life a momentary work of art that lasted only as long as each kiss. Every one unique like snowflakes falling from the sky often recreated but never two exactly alike each its own masterpiece.
We started with soft tender kisses on our lips and our faces. Each kiss successively longer until our lips parted and soft probes from our tongues tickled and teased each other into a more passionate level kissing. We sat and held each other and kissed deeply like some school kids making out under the bleachers. We reveled in each other passion as our mouths performed an intricate improve ballet in the spotlight of firelight. The more we kissed the tighter I pulled her to me and the more my hands ran over her body as her hands did the same over mine. I felt a sexual energy gathering from her body through my hands and it heightened every sense I had. Necking on the couch may be one of our favorite pastimes but I could only keep at it for so long before more primitive urges take over. Soon my hands became restless from holding her and began to caress her entire body adding to that static charge of sexual energy. Energy which would have to be released in a tandem eruption so intense it would leave us thoroughly exhausted and very sated. With one hand I pulled her closer and the other slipped underneath her sweater gliding up the smooth warm skin until a perfectly sized breast filled my hand. Although covered by her bra I still enjoyed just touching them through the satin fabric and it made me crazy. I loved to feel their firmness and weight of their shape in my hands and how they responded to touch. I especially love when they’re beautifully wrapped in something soft and silky with a touch of lace. I kneaded and massaged them loving their texture and feel trapped inside the satin cups and yearned to free them.
I paid special attention to her changes in breathing or the soft moans she gave me as I continued my special fondling and tweaking of each breast. Undoing the front snap the two halves of the material fell to the side and those pointed orbs were ever softer and warmer and felt absolutely wonderful in my hand. At the same time she was performing a similar exploration of my body expertly dragging her fingernails across my back and around to my stomach which was one of her ways to send thrills throughout my body. She passed her hand teasingly over my crotch ever so gently caressing the bulges beneath sending a burst of tingles through my lap making it ache for more direct attention. With some effort I moved from her mouth and began a slow descent down her neck kissing my way along stopping to bite or to suckle softly every few inches as I lost myself in her scent and soft warmth. I kissed my way across her chest as I pulled up her sweater and revealed my luscious prizes. I cupped them in each hand alternating between squeezing and letting them hang free while I moved in closer to kiss them. Leaning back in an arc she took off her sweater and gave me easier access. Lying back against the couch she was enjoying the pleasure I was giving her and fueling her own sexual fire by running her hands over my arms and shoulders where she could feel the power and strength of my body as my muscles worked to hold my body slightly over hers. My arms still felt that feeling of being pumped up from their wood chopping workout and I’m sure she noticed. I on the other hand didn’t want her chest to get cold in their sweater free state so I dove right into them.
Holding them in my hands I kissed then on top on the sides and even underneath only coming teasingly close the nipples. Softly kissing and nibbling them I worked my way in an inward spiral. Eventually I made my way to the protruding target in the center which was practically begging for some attention. I licked my lips and kissed each nipple for a few seconds sucking its softness into my warm mouth and her whole body purred for me. After softly kissing them I clamped my mouth over the nipple and as much of the surrounding area and I could and gently suckled to my hearts content. Not to favor one or the other I made sure each got equal time and that when I had one in my mouth I used my free hand to play with the other. Held firmly in my hand I kneaded or tugged on the nipple or I just rubbed it stiff with the palm of my hand. I know she loved attention on those sweet peaks and I was more than happy to oblige. I loved them in my mouth and when I had them in my mouth I felt I talked directly to her sexual being which talked back to me in all the different noises she made for me. In between kneading and squeezing and applying different pressures with my fingers I would flick my tongue over their stiffness inside my mouth or suck them in every manner I could think of from hard to soft and numerous levels in between and her purrs and moans of pleasure further enhanced my enjoyment of giving her body intimate pleasures.
I could feel the fire waning in the fireplace but inside her the fire was beginning to rage. I was having fun playing with my pleasure chest and I’m sure she would let me go on for as long as I wished but I had one more goal in mind and I felt its magnetic pull upon me and thusly resumed my journey down her body. I kissed my way down her belly rubbing my warm face all over it closed my eyes and inhaled her sweet slightly perfume scented body. Light headed from the sensations I tried not to linger but her body was such a sensual plaything I wanted to savor every inch. Again I had to pull myself away from another part of her anatomy in my trip down her body. Standing up I pulled her up to me as I put my hand into the top of her pants and brought her close for another deep sensual kiss. As we kissed I undid the snap on her jeans and slowly dragged the zipper down allowing my hands access to even more erotic and sensual places. My fingers slide in around the sides of her pants and followed the contours of her ass as I pushed them off with her panties in one fluid motion never letting our active lips part. Her legs felt like silk as I glided over them using the back of my hands to push down her jeans still keeping the sensitive side of my hands against her skin. I squeezed her rear so tight while pulling her into me I almost lifted her off the ground. Instinctively my kisses were harder and more passionate as I pressed us together. While light on her toes she managed to kick aside her pants and when I finally released my hold on her I looked at her with the hunger I had for her showing in my eyes and surveyed her in all her glory before me. Naked impish and so beautiful she was to me I wanted to squeeze her so hard that she became a part of me.
I sat back down and now my face was perfectly level with her hips and I was like a kid in a candy shop getting exactly what he wanted. My hands caressed he legs and drew her closer to me so I could continue lavishing attention on her wonderful body. I kissed her gently on the hip bone first and working my way towards her center faster than I wanted to but probably not fast enough for the ache she had inside. Sweet tortures she had to endure while I grabbed her by the buns and pulled her harder to my face. Her aroma was amazing and I could smell her sweetness mingled with the perfume she used and it made me want to dive head first into her. She swung around and sat down next to me and as she laid back she pulled me with her and like a man dying if thirst I felt the kind of excitement one gets when seeing and oasis suddenly appear within reach. It took all my willpower to hold back and not just attack her and quench my intense thirst. As much as I desired to be immersed in her liquid I restrained my advance to keep the fires burning. I wanted so much to have her wonderful salty sweetness flow for me and to be covered in it as I eagerly lapped it up in a sloppily soaked pursuit of oral delights.
As I closed in I stoked her fire even more by letting my hot breath waft over her orchid sending tingles throughout her body. Her legs were draped wide over my shoulders and I could feel her react with every move and breath I made. She had both hands on my head with her fingers through my hair tenderly stroking and guiding my head. I could feel urgency from her to stop the teasing so I began to make serious contact. Licking my lips I started by placing soft kisses all over those sweet folds of skin. She was incredibly sensitive in the beginning and I slowly increased the pressure behind my lips and the duration of each kiss. Next I started soft little tapping licks at random intervals to keep her on her toes so to speak. I varied my touches of my tongue sometimes a few seconds in-between and sometimes a rapid bunch each in a different place. Her whole body reacted to everything I was doing and I could feel and hear the total effect I was having on her. Through her hands and her legs and from the soft moans of pleasure she made I knew she was appreciative of all my efforts. I made longer and longer contact with my mouth and soon I was giving sucking kisses and eventually just gently sucking her rapidly moistening folds of love. I had to fight the urge to go faster and just bury myself in her essence. Her aroma and flavor along with the sounds of her responses and the excitement of giving pleasure to my love was making me as hot as the embers in the fireplace inside. Despite my raging hormones I kept up my soft and slow pace. Indulging myself I gave her throbbing pearl a great big wet kiss causing her to gasp and I could feel her hands struggle between pushing me back and at the same time trying to pull me into her harder.
I held that kiss slowly backing off letting her slide free from my soft lips sucking on her as I pulled away only to return for more of those warm suckling kisses. By now the fire inside her was burning bright and I wanted to stoke the flames even more. I dragged my tongue in long lapping stroke up her entire length sometimes just holding it there and sometimes in long licks as if she were an ice cream cone. Breathing like a marathoner she kept pace with everything I was doing as I tried to work her into frenzy. The longer I played with her the more she could tolerate longer and harder touches and her nectar was flowing lubricating everything with her salty goodness. Now my touches were not like tickles but pure pleasure and with her all warmed up I could push the envelope further and I did by starting to probe with my tongue. I easily dipped into her wetness a little at a time until I couldn’t get my tongue in any further. Of course it wasn’t simply and unimaginative assault into her depths but if it was anything it was an exploration of her most private sensual erogenous zones. True I did use my tongue for selfish purposes to lap out even more of her syrup but I mostly used it to tickle her to new heights. When I licked deep inside I tried to reach that nexus of flesh up under the pubic bone that drove her insane when I played with it. When I would go that deep with my tongue inside and my face pressed firmly on the outside it was kind of like I was working her jewel from both sides. She bucked and pushed he hips to me trying to get me in deeper and make the bones of my face grind even harder. I knew she wouldn’t last too much longer if I kept up this pace and by the ache in my loins I felt it was time to head towards the finish line.
My face was soaked in her moisture and I was drunk from its affect on my senses. The more she flooded me the hotter it made me and the more I wanted to make her explode for me. I moved up for a better angle and completely put my mouth over the top of her flower and softly sucked it all up into my mouth. I had her folds and pearl in my mouth and it was well lubed as I bobbed up and down its length as if I were giving it a blow job. While I sucked her up softly in my mouth I pressed down firmly with my lips grinding the area surrounding her pleasure apex at the same time. Like a beautiful slow dance she was matching my rhythm with little pumps from her hips and moaning songs of pleasure for my ears. We did that tango for a little while and I simply enjoyed giving such intimate pleasures to her. I felt I had to escalate the stakes to another level and brought a hand up and slowly applied pressure until my finger sank inside her. Curled upwards I probed and massaged that special sensitive spot inside where I had been massaging with my tongue before. I’m not sure how she lasted this long without climaxing but somehow she wasn’t there just yet but I was enjoying the flowing sweet salty liquid all over me.
With so much lubrication I used two fingers to tease her inside and my fingers are big enough that it stretched enough to excite all those concentric muscles of her vagina giving her a feeling of being filled while I continued giving her a thorough sucking. I could fell she was close to breaking and I couldn’t resist pushing her over the edge with one more technique I had in mind. Along with everything else I was doing to bring her to a peak I thought I would become a human vibrator so I began to hum. Softly at first then becoming louder and stronger until the vibrations were so strong I could feel them with the fingers I had inside. This was the final straw and in no time at all she went totally rigid and I felt her whole body shake and quiver as it released a torrent of energy on me. I held on for the ride and kept up everything until every last wave of ecstasy had run its course and the grip she hand on my head relaxed allowing me to move. I was covered in her wetness still savoring the taste and coolness as it dried on my skin while she tried to catch her breath.
All too soon it was past and she lay before me flushed and beautiful in her post orgasmic state sated yet ready for more. I stood up long enough to pull off my pants and release my already fully engorged piece of wood that had been held prisoner by all that material. All that pleasure giving had made me crazy and now she could visible see just how much. I was firm and free and ready to satisfy my own passionate needs. I half climbed on top of her and she started guiding me in still breathing heavy from her recent explosion. Reaching down she guided me with her soft hand and in one fluid motion I was on top and sinking deep inside her. Still sopping wet I sunk in till our hips met with a thump. We fit like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle perfectly matched and I felt like I was melting right into her whole body. My hips were driven by a primitive urge from deep within and the more pleasure I felt the faster they wanted to thrust. I sensed her holding onto my shoulders and changing the angle of her hips to let me in as far as I possibly could go. I lowered myself onto her kissing her neck as I slid my hand down her body and followed its contours until I reached the spot where we were connected. I slid my hand between us and applied pressure to her clit with my fingers as I thrust away in an ever increasing pace. By the sound of her sighs and breathing I new she would peak again for me especially if she felt my release inside her.
Feeling the building pressure inside myself I couldn’t hold it back and felt that warm intense feeling build deep in my loins. I think I gave her some idea my release was imminent through my groans or maybe she sensed the rigidity of my body as it prepared for its powerful climax. She grabbed my face drew me in for a kiss and passionately entangled out tongues just as I was reaching the point of no return. She gave soft cry into my mouth as I burst deep inside her and my body convulsed in its contractions as it tried to eject my hot liquid deep into her warm accepting body. She held me tight as I gave her every drop I had to give and for sometime after as the spasms tried to keep at it even though I was already milked dry. She herself began to have her second climax triggered by feeling my body give its all from those last few powerful yet erratic strokes and the gush of warm fluid as I went over the edge.
We had to break that sweet kiss to catch our breaths and kissed each other’s faces until our hearts no longer raced. I was able I kept moving slowly inside her and even spent it was still a wonderful feeling. I brushed a lock of hair that was stuck to the side of her face and she moved in closer and put her head on my chest and we cooled off on the couch and snuggled into each other softly kissing. The logs in the fire were mostly glowing embers now and I kind of felt like them myself still giving off heat yet spent of the greater bulk of my energy. Sometimes we were very vocal often talking to each other about anything and everything and other times we were like this intimate and quiet in the afterglow of our passion. Without words we spoke volumes between us during and after our lovemaking. It wasn’t until much later when I realized just how much I had wanted to be connected like this physically as rich as we were on mental and emotional levels. It is a spiritual completeness when two souls connect so intensely and it made my entire body smile. Finally after a long while she broke the silence looked at me with her loving eyes and spoke softly to me; “isn’t it your turn to put another log on the fire?”
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