“What? You look like you have never seen a woman sunbathing.”
“Not on my porch, I haven’t.”
Marc walked around, leaning against the wooden railing, his back facing the lake. He smiled at her, a cautious smile, but Connie could tell that he wasn’t entirely put off by her being here.
It was such a nice place, overlooking nearly the entire lake, with a little boat tied up, and the sounds of birds playing nearby. Her own vacation rental was already beautiful, but this here was something else.
“Well, don’t mind me, I won’t bother you.”
He shifted slightly, now smiling a bit more widely.
“I am already bothered. Around these parts, we normally shoot strangers on our property.”
Connie laughed, and sunk deeper into the cushions of the sun lounger.
“Okay, try me.”
“What?”
“Shoot me a question, and I’ll answer it.”
His eyes were fixated on hers, it was literally the only safe place he could look at. Her bikini bottoms put her legs on full display, and the shirt she had used on her way over, now lay by her side. Only thin strips of fabric protected her from prying eyes, and Marc wasn’t one to pry.
But he wasn’t one to shy away from his responsibilities either, and she was now his to deal with.
Marc jumped up to sit down on the railing, tilting her head as he decided on his course of action. She liked how quick he was to adapt, it was obvious he had not expected today to be anything but another slow day in a slow town.
“Well, in that case, I would like to know when you last got a good massage.”
Connie scowled at him, then laughed.
“You sure don’t waste any time.”
“Tell me I misinterpreted the situation.”
But Connie only smiled, then turned around.
“To answer your question: It’s been months, and I paid for it back then. Impossible to find a guy who knows what he is doing.”
“Impossible, you say?”
“Utterly impossible.”
She heard him slide off the railing, and not a moment passed before she felt his weight on the lounger next to her.
His fingers brushed through her hair, and his thumb worked its way underneath them, where her neck met her head. He circled there for a moment, and then his other hand appeared on her butt.
He wasn’t one to shy away from touching her in places, and his hand rested between her cheeks as his thumb massaged the bottom of her spine.
A moment later, his fingers worked their way up to her middle, and Connie scoffed when he undid the clasp of her bikini top with an almost unconscious pinch. There was no struggle in that movement, nor any hesitation.
This massage was not a minute old, and he had already made sure she knew where this would end. It would end with her exhausted, sweaty, messy from his seed on her, and she wouldn’t even have to do anything to get it.
Nothing other than directing his fingers with her involuntary reactions, her sighs and shivers, and her brows that told him what she hated, and he interpreting it as things she liked.
And he was good at that. Scratch that, he was amazing. He worked his fingers down her sides, up again, slightly tickling her armpits. He worked knots out of her shoulders that hadn’t even been there before, and he carefully reached around to work his fingers between her breasts and the cushions.
That was when she started audibly complaining, and when he stopped caring what she thought. He took her nipples between his fingers, slowly rubbing them, pinching them, ignoring her desperate pleading.
She was never sure if she liked a guy to touch her breasts like that, and most guys weren’t sure either. They had no clue how to ask, or how to judge her reactions, and it always made things awkward.
But Marc? He faced no such problems, and the problem was now all hers. He noticed when she went from squirming to shivering, and he stopped just a moment shy of when she would have groaned in pain.
But then, there was nothing, where his fingers just had been. Her nipples were roughed up, irritated, and the softest cushion would have felt like an assault. These cushions weren’t soft at all, that was not their purpose. They were meant to handle the outdoors, not to caress her most sensitive skin.
But that was just a thought in passing, as Marc went on to take her hips into his hands, strong hands. Hands that could almost wrap around her, with thumbs and fingers that all had minds of their own. He dug into her sides, circled his thumbs over her spine, and his palms created friction where there was supposed to be none.
Her whole body was in motion, and she did not even move it. He pushed her forward, pulled her back, corrected her posture and pushed her down by her neck.
And then, he simply lost it, simply brushed away all notion of respect. Before, it had felt like she had some say in the matter, but as he worked his fingers underneath her bikini bottoms, she realized that her opinion no longer mattered.
Marc slowly worked his fingers through the meat of her butt, shoving her panties to the side without even having the decency to take them off. He slipped back out, patted her cheeks more than he slapped them, then went on past to massage her legs. His thumbs trailed the inside of her thighs, but it didn’t feel teasing to her, didn’t feel like he was leading her on. He simply had another goal in mind, and her whole body shivered as he reached the hollow of her knees.
Connie couldn’t take it anymore, she groaned. She whispered yellingly, her voice hoarse, and she melted into the cushions like the embarrassing mess she was.
And that was when Marc kissed her, straight in the middle of where her butt cheeks stopped, and her back started. Her body bent, his soft lips were doing rough things to her mind.
His fingers crept back up, paused shortly before touching her between her legs, and his lips now found her neck.
“Last chance”, he whispered, and Connie had no clue what he meant. Last chance to say No? To say Yes? Was she expected to do anything here?
“Fuck you”, she whispered, and Marc just laughed.
He kissed her again, and this time his fingers did not pause, they weaseled their way right past the fabric of her panties. He leaned over her, resting his weight on his right hand, covering her in kisses.
His left now shoved the fabric aside, then paused before he went back up to pull her panties down. He went slow, slower than she could handle, and she wiggled her feet free before he could do it for her.
He laughed again, now slapped her butt for real, then carefully probed her folds with two of his fingers.
She tried to turn around to give him better access, but his strong hand stopped that effort in its infancy. Instead, her only choice left was to arch her hips, and he made full use of her mistake.
His fingers pushed into her, rough and yet caring, and she wasn’t able to resist anyway. She was wet, she was melting, and she tried closing her eyes in vain. She didn’t want to see this, any of this, didn’t want to see the light of day in this darkest hour.
But she had no choice, her eyes just wouldn’t stay shut, because each of his slow moving thrusts forced the air out of her lungs, made her throw her eyes wide open.
She was silently begging, loudly complaining, and Marc was quickly running out of patience.
He dragged his pants down, kicked his feet free, never even losing sight or touch with her.
He turned her on her side, his right hand cupping her breast, his left hand pushing down on her hips. She lay there, one knee pulled up, offering him everything she had to offer, and he was about to take it all.
But right when she thought that he would enter her, he paused to look at her, judge her. He licked his thumb, then bent down slightly, finding her butthole at the same time she found the strength to complain.
But all complaint was moot, nor had it really been sincere, because he had fully judged her right. She wanted all of him, everywhere, and he didn’t want him to ask for anything, certainly not forgiveness.
His thumb probed her, teased her, and when she finally managed to relax, he shoved it into her butt to never leave her again.
And then, his penis finally went into her — effortlessly. He was large, he was curved, in a different way than her body curved right now. He was strong, but his strength was wavering, and neither of them had much time.
He started fucking her, skipping the step where he would have otherwise taken things slow, and he skipped the part where he cared about her.
His right hand still cupped her breast, but now he was really holding onto them. It made her groan, it made her afraid, this animalistic desire and strength, and unfiltered lust.
He started coming before she did, but she was right behind him, unwilling to drag this all out any further than it already had. She felt him spasm inside of her, felt him twitch, heard him groan, and grunt, and felt him continuing as if nothing had just happened.
He kept fucking her, and she was tired, tired of her own resistance. She tried to give in, tried so hard to take things easy, but her mind was revolting, rebelling, obstructing justice.
But ultimately, it was him pulling out that did it for her, and feeling how he exploded again, spilling his seed right between her thighs. He went back in, and that moment cost her her composure, this insanity of trying her a third time.
She whimpered, she smiled, she groaned as she grinned — and that was it. Her body was overcome with shivers, her mind was broken beyond repair, then repaired itself as she suddenly saw things clearly.
She saw herself, spread out on a near stranger’s porch, his penis sliding out of her, his thumb as well.
She saw herself being kissed on her hips, rolling around to lie on her back, saw the guy looking down on his penis as if to say that he still wasn’t done with her.
And surely, he wasn’t, not in the greater span of things. She wouldn’t make it back home today, she knew, and she would fall asleep in his arms.
And sure, the others would ridicule her, tease her for all eternity left. But really, did it matter? They had not been where Connie had gone, and they had not come half as far.
She pitied them, pitied their envious teasing, and she reached down to feel just how sensitive she was, and how painful it was to know that this all had been just the start.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10co44o/the_cabin_love_affair_fmvanillaf32