So we find ourselves here again… The week after the peak season has ended; in the same 4-bedroom cabin, with the 3 same high school friends… plus their spouses.
We’ve been taking these 5 day / 4 night trips for over a decade now. Neither of us are part of the assemblage of longtime associates… both of us being hangers-on, dragged here by our significant others. Admittedly, it’s been easier and easier to get us to come with each year, but we both can think of a few places we would rather be.
I’ve known you going all the way back to when you first started dating your (now) husband. I’ve always like you, in a friendly way. You were always fun, seemingly happy, witty, and smarter than I’ve always felt you should be, considering how beautiful I found you. Sure, we are Facebook friends, and we wish each other the best on annual milestones, but considering that our last 6 FB chats consisted of identical, “Happy Birthday!!!” messages, repeated back on a 12-month cycle, I would consider us acquaintances, more than friends.
But, this year seems different… Tonight seems different.
We were up early today to take advantage of the unseasonably warm late summer day. We spent hours on the beach and in the pontoon boat that came with the cabin rental. We walked the meandering trails, grilled up and ate foods we would likely not consume again until next summer. We killed 4 bottles of wine, and too many longneck bottles of beer to count. It was fun, but exhausting. We started a fire in the backyard fire pit, and each of us thought that it was a shame that the overgrown white pines were obstructing our view of the full moon.
We are all a lot older than we used to be, and our original 3am bedtimes have been creeping earlier and earlier with each passing year. And as I finish pouring the last of our 5th bottle of Yellowtail chardonnay (the only white wine the local convenience store carried) into our cups, one of our group announced that they were going to head in, and go to bed. Like a cascade of collapsing dominoes, the other three followed suit; leaving us to finish the generous amount of wine remaining in our superficially-glass (…but really plastic), cups, as we tended to the dying fire.
We made small talk. We caught up on our kids, and wondered if our parents were being more generous with dessert with them, than they were with us. We talked about our careers. How rewarding we found them, but how they annoyed us and how they were slowly sending us to an early grave. But then we talked about our feelings. How things weren’t what we expected them to be. How we couldn’t provide our families with the comforts we wanted, and also watch them grow up into productive members of society. How we felt we were abandoning them for the better part of every single workday, and how we didn’t know what was worse; depriving them of opportunity… or of a parent.
…And as I found myself basically repeating your story right back to you, with only a few minor character changes, I could see you start to cry, and I’m sure you could tell I was also welling up, though I was trying to hide it more than you were. You placed your hand on top of mine, and said simply, “let’s go find that moon”.
As we stood and composed ourselves, we both started for the small pathway through the trees, to get down to the lake’s beaches. Almost out of instinct, or maybe we both wanted it to happen, we placed our makeshift wine glasses to the outside of our bodies, and almost instantly began to hold hands; like two children would (and I could swear that I could feel you skip with every 5th step).
As the dirt of the path turned more and more to sand, and as the trees thinned out, we found the elusive moon. It was really a shame we couldn’t see it from our cabin. Then you unexpectedly turned and threw your arms around my neck, and whispered, “thank you”. I returned your embrace, maybe a little tighter than I should have, but it felt really good to do it. We both realized that we should let go, and that the moment was over, but neither of us did.
The night turned cold, and we could see the steam rising off of the warmer water. You released me, walked over and told me to do the same. The water was really warm, and at least 10 or 15 degrees warmer than the night’s air. You ask me, “would you want to go for a swim?”.
I say that I would, and as I turned to head back to change into my swimsuit, I can see the shadow cast by your body in the moonlight, hastily remove your shirt, then your bra, and then shimmy off your shorts. I was hypnotized by the dancing lights, and terrified at the same time. Watching you shake your hips back and forth to remove your pants may have been the most seductive thing I’ve ever seen. You toss your panties just in front of my feet, and ask, “You coming?”. I slowly rotate as I see your shadow turn, and walk into the water, quickly catching a glimpse of your shoulders, and your spectacular backside.
I am obviously more bashful than you, and my strip show is more timid and awkward. You are wading a few feet off shore, watching me, crouching so that only your head is above water. I can see you smile and snicker at how goofy I must look. But I finally get there and walk in to meet you.
As I get closer, you reach for me with an outstretched arm. I crouch, as you did, to take advantage of the warmer temperature of the water and place my hands on your waist, at the same time you place your hands on my shoulder. I inch ever closer to you, not knowing what the result of my next action will be, and as our lips begin to enter the same space, I feel you help to close the gap, until we kiss.
The endorphins in my brain explode, as I think back to every first kiss I’ve ever had. This one destroyed all of them. I felt 18 again… doing something that I really shouldn’t be doing, even though every ounce of my being wants to. And with our lips still connected, we move to deeper and deeper water, until we are basically standing. We feel the coolness of the deeper waters, but right now the cooler temperature is absolutely welcomed.
“I like you”, you say.
“I like you, too” I say before the “…you” fully leaves your mouth.
You Smile and we embrace again.
We swim, and touch, and kiss, and laugh and kiss some more. It feels so natural, but as the night progresses, the water loses its warmth, and we begin to long for dry land.
You swim over to the dock where the boat is hitched and you pull yourself up. I once again get a look at your bottom, but this time I am much more bold about glaring… and I totally get caught in the act. You give me a playful “you pervert” look, and quickly walk over to the boat, lift up the padded seat cover to reveal a stash of towels and beach toys. You drape yourself in a checkered one, and toss a smaller, child sized towel with cartoon dinosaurs emblazoned on its front to me. We both know you did this on purpose, and I return the cheeky, disapproving look you gave me when you caught me looking at your ass, as you emerged from the water, just a few moments before.
I see you rummage around back in the cavity of the pontoon’s bench, until you remove the cheap, velour blanket you saw earlier this morning, and you lower the seat again, sit, cross your legs and beckon for me to join you.
I sit next to you and kiss you again, and instantly the shivering we are experiencing subsides. As we explore each other’s bodies, the velour sheet (*that reminds me of my freshmen year bed coverings) falls to the deck.
I pull away from you, and spread it out. From my bended knee I reach out for your hand, and then pull you on top of me, wrapping us up in the spare length. The feel of the material on our skin is surprisingly pleasant, as it protects us from the chill and breeze that surrounds us.
The feel of your warm, wet skin against mine could not be more perfect. Our kisses become slower and longer, not the lustful groping that teenagers do in the back of a car, but more like the embrace of seasoned lovers. There is no rush in the moment. No care of being caught. No fear at all… Just joy. Joy neither of us has really felt in a very long time.
It is obvious that I am aroused. You can feel me pressing against your body. You can’t remember the last time you felt a cock that hard… hard as steel… a hard that represented absolute attention and desire, with no distraction or reservations. You look longingly into my eyes, almost asking permission for what you were going to do, regardless of my response…
You inelegantly shift, and reach down, placing the head of my penis against your pussy, and rubbing it back and forth to build up the natural lubrication that was washed off during our swim. We both love this necessary teasing, and after a few test insertions, you lean forward a little, and then slowly slide me deep inside of you.
You are sitting upright on my lap now. I am on my back, reaching up to your hips. You are very still, and almost in shock, your knees on either side of my body, with your hands on my chest and the blanket falling off your shoulders. You make a few subtle movements, and then you start to rise up on your legs, and then slide back down. Over and over. Taking full advantage of my size. I feel like you have a master’s level of control as you ride the full length of my shaft, without letting me fall out… not even once.
You get faster and faster. The look on your face goes blank and I don’t know if you even realize where you are. Each descent brings more kinetic force down on my hips.
…and then you whisper it.
I can tell you are coming to climax and I am feeling it to, but I am not sure what I am going to do.
… you whisper, “I want you to cum inside me.”
No words have ever turned me on more than those words. I was so close now, and before this moment, I was so nervous of what I was going to do.
I became hyper-vigilant of you. I wanted to cum the moment you hit your climax; but I didn’t have to wait long.
Up to this point, your pace was constant and predictable, but everything started to change. More shallow gyrations…. Longer pauses at the bottom of your pulsations… A change in your body’s temperature… and an almost inaudible change to your breathing… it was obvious.
Without preamble I say, “I’m cuming”.
This is the last bit of stimulation that you needed. You take me in as deep as you can and gawkily and spasmodically pulse on my exploding cock. You feel me fill you with warmth and this connection satisfies you to no end.
I cannot remember what the next 30 seconds held, as my brain was a wash of hormones and desire, but I remember you falling on top of me… pulling the blankets back over us, and resting your head on my chest.
…And in this moment I felt happy.
As I looked at you; exhausted, and destined for a mild hangover in the morning… but still ravishing in every way.
I began to be jealous of your husband. You were the woman I’ve been fantasizing about for years, though I didn’t realize it was you. But then I realized our reality…
If I had asked you to marry me 10 years ago, you would be here, now, with someone else. The lives we take on are too demanding to allow for real happiness, and happiness has to be where you find it. I don’t know what’s going to happen in the morning… but right now, there is no place on this planet that I would rather be than right here, right now, with you.
This moment is as close to perfection as I know I will ever realize… and you are a perfection that I wish I could have every time I needed it…
I pledge to you that I will be as much or as little as you want, as long as you want me. You have made me happier than anything else, and right now, I want to give you the same happiness that you gave me.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/4k9u8g/our_cabin_in_the_woods