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She can’t believe she let him talk her into another crazy vacation. Who ever heard of a cabin in the woods in December? When he had suggested a get-a-way for Christmas, she was anticipating warm, tropical and most importantly together.
Instead, they were here, wherever here was, somewhere in northern Michigan on a frozen lake surrounded by nothing but trees, snow and ice. He had painted her a romantic picture of snowy evenings, romantic fires, and endless hours of sharing each others thoughts and dreams.
The reality turned out to be him getting up early to go ice fishing with a bunch of locals who seem to have an endless supply of jokes and cold beer. The romantic fires are lonesome with one, and the spending time together consists of him passed out on the floor. There is nowhere to go, nowhere to get a shower and nothing to do. The cabin is full of smoke and she feels like a mountain woman living in the wilderness.
Knock Knock Knock, now who could that be at the door, there isn’t supposed to be anyone for miles, at least that is what he told her when she questioned him about the safety of her staying at the cabin alone while he went to the middle of the five mile wide lake.
‘Excuse me ma’am, but I saw the smoke and wondered who was usin’ this old cabin.’ These were the first words spoken by a true to life lumber jack looking guy at the door.
‘Well,’ she responded ‘this is supposed to be our winter vacation, but it isn’t much of a vacation…no shower and no fun’ she pouted.
As he stared at the floor looking embarrassed she realized she was standing there in a half buttoned flannel shirt and nothing else.
As he continued to act shy he offered, ‘Well I’m not sure if I can help with the fun, but I do have a shower you can use.’
She was thrilled, an honest to goodness shower with hot water, a chance to shave, and a change of scenery.
He spoke quietly as he stepped down off the porch, ‘You’ll probably want to but on some warm clothes, it isn’t real warm out here. I hope you don’t mind riding double on my horse, it would be a long walk.’
As she went back in to change, she saw him out the window nose to nose with his horse. She could have sworn they were carrying on a conversation. Minutes later, she was at his side, bundled from head to toe and excited to be doing something different.
As he helped her up onto the horse, his hands on her waist, she felt a chill go though her. Sitting behind her, he had to wrap his arms around her to reach the reins. She was glad he couldn’t see her face, she knew she must be blushing at the sudden impulses that went through her body. The safe and secure feeling of being in his arms gave way to a desire she hadn’t felt in years.
They headed through the woods to his cabin and she was amazed that someone lived out here. Upon arriving, he pointed out a heated green house with a beautiful view of the lake.
‘The shower is over there, let me show you.’
As she approached the green house, she noticed his powerful hands lift the latch. It had to be 20 degrees and yet he didn’t wear gloves, the roughness of his hands made her loose her breath for a second. She imagined these hands holding her close. She lost track of time and space when she realized he was holding out his hand to help her up the two steps into the green house.
She was amazed at the strength and warmth she felt when their hands met and could have melted when he looked into her eyes. She couldn’t help but be curious about a man living in the middle of nowhere.
He showed her to the shower and she couldn’t believe her eyes. It was on a platform facing the lake…on a deck…outside…
‘Are you serious? You expect me to shower outside in this temperature in view of everyone’ she exclaimed.
‘Trust me…no one will see you…and you won’t be cold,’ he offered.
As he turned on the water a gentle cloud of steam began at the ground and slowly rose to engulf them both. She was amazed at the desire building in her and the look in her eye betrayed her inner need to this powerful stranger.
With water falling and steam rising, she held his gaze while beginning to unbutton her shirt, there were voices screaming in her head…she couldn’t believe what was in her mind…yet she continued to undress. Her clothes fell to the ground but their eyes remained locked.
As she reached to unbutton his shirt he took her in his arms…his powerful hands against her skin, chills of pleasure ran through her…pressure building…she thought she might explode.
His lips were surprisingly soft on her skin, his touch so gentle, like butterflies on flowers. She was light headed and felt as if she was falling through time and space as she stood there naked in the mist.
He slowly kissed his way down her body stopping here and there to linger on a spot, his rough hands caressing her as he went.
She found her hands in his hair as he went down to his knees, his facial hair rough against her thighs…his breath so warm… his hands upon her waist… he teased her with circles of his tongue…her thighs…her hips…her stomach she couldn’t hold back… she pulled him to her…his tongue found that place…that place that made her shudder from within, his endless circles were sending her to warm and wonderful places in her mind. She thought she would go insane as he added his fingers to the sensations coursing through her body. She tightened with the first convulsion…her breath had stopped, no sound escaped her though she screamed inside.
He sensed her losing control and quickened his pace…she jerked and shuddered, his touch so perfect as if they had known each other many times before. As the first waves washed over her she realized she didn’t even know his name, but it didn’t matter, he knew how to make her feel complete.
He knew the secrets to unlock her body. Secrets she herself had forgotten existed. The pleasure was exquisite, the seduction complete, they belonged to one another but who had seduced whom?
She slowly joined him on the floor and pushed him to his back. Her passion continuing to burn as she was over top of him, his desire was evident, she lowed herself onto him. Her hands on his chest, his hands on her hips, she looked into his eyes and could read his thoughts, they both wanted this to last forever.
Their movements were slow and measured him meeting every thrust. Like music from the beginning of time, a rhythm known by all. A sound began in her throat, his eyes were fixed on hers, as she arched her back he reached up to hold her breasts. Her breath in ragged gasps, her body quivering with pleasure, she allowed her mind to float free. As she tightened her thighs against him she felt him increase his speed, loosing track of everything she let herself go, consumed by desire.
Her passion burning to be released, the look on his face was of pure enjoyment, the feeling in her body was the same. As she bent over his body his lips brushed her nipples and sent shocks through her body. As he took a nipple in his mouth her sense of control was gone, the waves began to overtake her again.
He couldn’t hold back…he abandoned himself to the pleasure he longed to feel. She felt his final thrust and the warm sensation deep inside her. As they collapsed on the floor their hearts racing, their minds reeling, their bodies shaking, she placed her head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
She wasn’t sure how long she slept, but she woke in a huge bed, snuggled warm beneath a down comforter. The aroma of coffee mingled with bacon and smoke made her realize she hadn’t eaten yet today. The smells attacking her senses insured that this would be a much better meal than the pop tarts or canned soup she had been living on for the last few days.
As she stretched and groaned she heard a light knock on the door. She couldn’t help but smile, after what they had s
hared, a knock on the door seemed a little humorous.
‘Come in,’ she offered in a quiet voice.
He entered the room and set a tray filed with steaming food on the edge of the bed. Coffee, eggs, bacon, pancakes (with real maple syrup), toast and fruit formed a beautiful display of breakfast art. It was amazing.
‘You really don’t think I can eat that entire breakfast do you?’ was her first question.
‘Who says it’s all for you,’ he replied with a grin.
She liked his grin. It was warm and childlike while showing a hint of trouble. When she moved to sit up and enjoy the wonderful meal, she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
As if he read her mind, he asked, ‘Would you like to borrow a shirt?’
He handed her a soft flannel work shirt and then said with a wink, ‘I forgot the forks, be right back.’
She held his shirt to her face and breathed in his aroma…a mixture of smells, something like tree bark with a hint of motor oil. She thought it was wonderful. She quickly put it on and sat at the table.
She picked up her fork and…fork, ‘but he…’ He walked back in the room, empty handed…that shy smile still on his lips,
‘Thought you might like some privacy.’ He joined her at the table and they began to eat in silence. Suddenly she was hit with panic. What should she say? What should she do? How to start? She didn’t even know his name.
Just then he stuck his hand across the table, ‘I’m Josh, it truly is a pleasure to meet you.’
She took the offered hand and struggled to remember her own name, ‘Sue…my name is Sue.’
‘Are you feeling better?’ he asked with a serious tone in his voice.
‘Feeling better, I feel fine…what are you talking about,’ she asked.
‘You don’t remember falling off my horse as we crossed the creek and hitting your head?’
If he was making this up he was doing a great job.
‘No, I remember taking a shower outside on the deck,’ was her response.
‘Shower, on the deck,’ he asked. ‘I don’t have a shower on the deck, but that’s not a bad idea.’
The wheels of his mind began to turn with thoughts of an outdoor shower. Now she was confused. Had their entire encounter been a dream? Was she losing her mind, or was he?
The silence was broken when he spoke, ‘I brought you in and got you out of those wet clothes and went to make some coffee. I wasn’t sure if you were unconscious or just sleeping, but when you started talking in your sleep I knew you would be ok, and assumed you would be hungry when you woke up.’
He was serious and she was losing her mind. As they finished breakfast silently she began to wonder where the dream had come from.
He began to clear the table and motioned with his head, ‘the bathroom is through that door, there are clean towels on the shelf. Feel free to make yourself at home, I’ve laid out what I thought you might need.’
She entered the bathroom and saw a huge old fashioned claw foot tub, a table with a tooth brush, tooth paste, a razor, a variety of soaps, shampoos and lotions. There was also a blueberry scented candle and a vase with a single red rose. This was nothing short of perfect.
She lit the candle and began to run a bath. The thought of soaking in a tub of hot water seemed like the perfect way to clear her mind. As the tub filled, she thought back to the memory of the outdoor shower.
Is it possible that it was just a dream? She shook her head and decided not to think about it, but as she lowered herself into the water, his hands on her body was all she could think about. Those thoughts combined with the hot water caused a warm sensation to build between her legs. As she began to wash her body her excitement continued to grow.
The warmth turned into a tingle, the tingle turned into need, and the need turned into desire. She found her hands going beneath the water to gently touch herself. Her eyes closed, her head reclined against the edge of the tub, and she delicately teased her lips apart to explore her favorite play ground.
She held her breath and tensed her legs, her ankles hooked on the edge of the tub. With thoughts of him flashing in her mind she quickly felt the sensation for which she longed.
She was amazed, she had done that in the bathtub many times in her life, but never so quickly and never with such intensity. She continued with her bath and took the few extra minutes to shave her legs. It might be days before she got the chance.
As she opened the door to the bedroom she found her clothes clean, dry and folded on the end of the bed. She began to dress and had a terrible thought. What if this was it? What if he expected her to leave? What if she never saw him again? She wanted to be touched by this man. She wanted to feel him hold her tight. She wanted more…
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