Upon arriving at the cabin, we toss our clothes onto a chair near the
fireplace. Our bodies are still damp and she is shivering slightly. She
decides to take a shower and heads for the bathroom. “How about a drink to
help warm you up?” I ask, heading for the kitchen.

“Sounds good” she replies, closing the door to the bath. I hear the water
running as I make us each a whiskey sour. The clock on the wall begins to
chime. Glancing at the clock, I notice the time – ten o’clock. We’ve been
here only two hours and already have begun acting like wild.
It feels good.

A slight chill passed through me and broke my into thoughts. I realized I was
still naked and beginning to feel cold from the lake water. Carrying our
drinks, I headed for the bathroom and a warm shower.

I push open the door and a wave of steam rolls into the cabin. She is still
in the shower and I can barely discern her outline through the frosted glass
door of the shower. As the steam clears, my view improves. I can see the
profile of her body now. The smooth lines of her legs, the softly-rounded
area of her stomach, and the gentle curves of her breasts. The sight of her
in the shower begins the arousal process in me. I set the glasses on the
corner of the sink.

I watch her through the glass as she showers. Her hands slide gracefully
along her curves, lathering her body in the warm water. She has an exquisite
body, and she is aware of it. She has always been comfortable with her
sexuality, willing to explore and find what excites her. It is this knowledge
of herself that has made me the lover I am. By knowing what pleases her, she
is able to direct me so I can please her.

Pausing as she reaches her breasts, she cups them and smoothes her hands over
them. Softly she caresses their fullness and gently teases her nipples. She
tosses her head back and lets the shower water splash across her body. I see
her shifting her legs and I know she is getting excited. As my erection
grows, I fight the urge to jump in the shower with her. I continue to watch.

Leaving one hand to fondle her breasts, the other hand follows the water as it
runs down her body. Slowly, the hand crosses her stomach and approaches the
junction of her thighs. As her hand disappears between her legs, I hear a
soft sigh from the shower. I know from the sound that her hand has found its
mark.

Although the shower glass does not provide a clear view, I watch as she
massages her body. Slippery hands, gliding over the rolling contours and into
the hidden valleys of her body. Gentle hands, teasing her breasts and
pleasing the inner reaches of her vagina. I wish they were my hands.

My erection has grown into a full-fledged hard-on and it twitches with each
beat of my now-racing heart. I cannot resist the urge to grab it and stroke
it in time with her movements. She is not yet aware of my presence. We
continue to masturbate, she on one side of the glass door of the shower and me
on the other. As her hand increases in speed, so does mine, and we begin
building toward our fantasy orgasms.

I watch as she continues to massage her breasts and dip into her treasure
chest. Based upon the sounds coming from the shower, she must be rolling her
fingers over her clit. I can almost feel the soft, warm, folds of her sexual
lips as they envelope her fingers. Knowing her body as I do, I know she is
wet and juicy now, and her fingers are sliding effortlessly into her deeper
reaches.

The sounds coming from the shower increase in volume and tempo. I know she is
approaching an orgasm without me, but I don’t care. I am in my own fantasy
world on the other side of the glass. I grip my prick and continue to
masturbate toward my own orgasm. Leaning back against the sink, I close my
eyes and remember our love-making in the lake. My hand continues its travels
up and down the length of my cock, stroking to the memory.

I don’t know if I made a noise or if she just sensed someone in the room, but
she slides open the shower door and is greeted by the sight of me leaning
against the bathroom sink, jacking off. The sound of the shower door opening
causes me to stop in mid-stroke. I am more than a little embarrassed and my
erection begins to fade.

“You naughty boy,” she teases, “you were watching me, weren’t you?”

“Yes.” There is little else I can say.

“Did it make you excited?” she asks. It seems to be a silly question in light
of my current state of erection.

“Well, what are we going to do about it?” Then, smiling, she says, “Why don’t
you come in here and we can ‘discuss it’.”

As I step into the shower, she immediately reaches for my cock and begins
where I had left off. In just a stroke or two, she has me back at full
erection. As I close the door to the shower, I reach for her love nest.
Dipping my fingers inside, I find her still wet and slippery and my fingers
slide into her easily.

We press our bodies close together and my hard-on pokes into her stomach. She
tilts my prick upwards, towards her breasts, catching it between our bodies,
and continues stroking. Our lips meet in passion. We stand in the spray of
the shower masturbating each other.

Her hand is firmly gripping and stroking my cock, from the hairy base to the
soft crown and back again. With her free hand she reachess for my balls to
softly squeeze them and feel them roll in her hand. Despite our recent
activity at the lake, I have recharged and reloaded and am ready to shoot.

The feel of her hand around my cock, sliding up and down the shaft, is giving
me immense pleasure. As I begin building to a climax, I search for her clit
to return the favor. Because she had been masturbating in the shower longer
than I had been masturbating in the room, her clit is swollen with desire and
I easily tease her toward her peak.

We continue our rubbing and stroking motions on each other. As her hips begin
answering my probing fingers, my hips begin thrusting my prick through her
fingers. As I pick up the pace with my cock, she responds with her body. Up
and down her hand slides on my cock, in and out my fingers probe in her
sheath. Faster and faster our motions become, each trying to coax the cum from
the other.

Just as we are about to bring each other to a climax, she releases her grip on
me. She breaks our kiss and pushes my hand away. “No,” she says, and turns
around, putting her back toward me.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, and then realize what she is doing.

Placing her feet as wide apart as she can, she bends at the waist and grabs
the faucet handles in the shower. A very pleasant sight comes into view
between her legs and her action needs no further explanation.

Holding my cock in my hand, I move up behind her. I rub the full length of it
along her slit several times, mixing her lubrication with the juices that have
escaped from the tip of my cock. We are both so aroused that even this
simple action causes us to moan. I continue teasing her for a few strokes
before slipping the head of my prick inside her folds.

Slowly, I push forward and slide easily into her warm, wet, confines. Ever
onward travels my miniature miner, searching for the deepest regions of this
cavern he has discovered. The miner crawls along this tight-fitting path;
probing the sides, top, and bottom of the cave; until he reaches the end of
his shaft. I pause, allowing her body to adjust to the size of the intruder,
before retreating. Holding her hips steady, I begin the rhythm we both enjoy
so much.

As I pull my cock out, her sex lips grip me tightly and provide new
stimulation for her clit. I withdraw until only the head remains inside, then
reverse direction and plunge back into her warmth. In this position I can
watch my cock travel in and out of her body. I see her sex lips holding onto
my thickness and responding to our motion. The sight of my hard penis and her
soft lips drives me crazy and I begin moving faster.

I need to feel her body close to me, so I lean over and reach for her breasts.
I find them and tease her nipples into erection. As I roll the nipples
between my fingers I continue to probe her pussy with my prick. Cupping her
breasts in my hands, I feel their soft fullness and gently squeeze and caress
them with my palms. As I do so, I can feel her close herself around my cock
and realize her orgasm cannot be far behind.

My hands leave her breasts and travel across her stomach to her love box. My
fingers explore her junction, searching for her clit. I find it and begin
massaging her toward orgasm. I match the actions of my fingers to the
thrusting of our loins, pushing her closer and closer to a climax. I feel her
close around me even tighter and know she will come very soon.

Her climax is approaching rapidly now, and she pushes herself harder and
faster onto my cock. Plunging faster and faster into her body, I rub her clit
and press it against my pulsing prick. I feel my balls tighten as they get
ready to release their contents into her container. Faster and faster and
faster we move, until we reach our ultimate velocity. We simply cannot
possibly fuck any faster.

Suddenly, there is no turning back. My prick extends as far as it can into
her, my balls tighten and spray the first jet of cum into her box. Her orgasm
hits as she feels my cum paint her interior walls. The timing is incredible.
With each pulse of my prick I can feel the grip of her walls as we attain a
simultaneous orgasm.

As I deposit the last of my cum into her depths, my legs weaken. It is only
because of our position that I do not fall flat on my face in the shower.
Holding her closely, I continue to press her loins against mine as our orgasm
fades into memory.

Reluctantly, I remove my prick from her and allow her to stand. She turns to
face me and we embrace. The once-warm water begins to cool, but it does
nothing to quell our passion. Her hand reaches for my dwindling cock and she
gently squeezes and strokes it. For the time being, I have nothing left to
give her, but that does not diminish the pleasure I feel as she rubs my rod.

Realizing the water will not be getting any warmer, we wash each other
somewhat quickly, pausing to pay special attention to the “good parts”. We
turn off the shower and step into the room. She grabs a couple of towels and
heads for the bedroom. I take the drinks and follow closely behind.

We dry ourselves as we sip our whiskey sours. Once dry, we wrap the towels
around our bodies and lie down on the bed. I move close to her and cradle her
head on my shoulder. As we lie there, finishing our drinks, we talk.

“It’s really nice here the woods”, she says. “Quiet, peaceful, romantic”.

“Yes, it is,” I reply. “It’s just what we needed – some time alone – to
rediscover ourselves.”

“And what have you discovered?” she asks.

“I’ve discovered what I knew all along”, I answer, “I’ve discovered that I
love you, that I love making love to you.”

“Must be something in the water”, she teases, and we both laugh at the double
meaning of the statement.

As we laugh, the towel loosens around her. Her breasts peek out from the
edges of the towel. They are beautiful breasts; soft yet firm, nicely rounded
and full. Centered upon each mound is a circular brown aureole with a raised
nipple at the hub. I have always loved her breasts. I love to caress them,
to tease them, to suck on her nipples and feel them grow in my mouth.

Her nipples are slightly erect as they pop out from beneath the towel, and I
cannot resist the urge to fondle and kiss her breasts. Her chest heaves as
first contact is made. She pushes her breasts up into my face.

I kiss the perimeter of each breast, working from one to the other, climbing
each mountain toward its peak. As my kisses reach the summit, her body begins
shifting on the bed, and I know I am arousing her once again. My lips climb
down the mountains and begin a trip south.

Traveling down from her breasts, I kiss a large circle across her chest and
stomach, pushing the towel out of the way with my face. Reaching the crest of
her forest, I move around the edges to her thighs. Slowly, I work my way
along the top of her thigh to the knee. At the knee I move two inches inward
and begin a return route toward the junction of her thighs. Skirting the area
once again, I move along the other thigh in a similar manner. Twice more I
take the trip along her thighs, each time approaching closer and closer to the
center of her body.

With each passing journey her body responds, pressing her loins up into my
face as I pass by. The towel lay completely open now, as though I have just
unwrapped a gift. And I have. Peering into the center of her thighs, I see
the glistening of her sex lips, moist with anticipation. They are an open
invitation to explore the nether region of her body.

I continue kissing and licking around the edges of her, slowly working my way
toward the central target. Her hips rise and fall, pushing up in search of my
teasing tongue. I dance away from her each time, only to return and tease
again. Finally, to satisfy her longing and my taste buds, I allow her hips to
place the target at my disposal.

She lets out a controlled moan at the first contact of lips on lips and pushes
herself into my face. Extending my tongue, I lap at her now dripping bowl and
begin probing her slit. Her response is to press her loins onto my tongue.

Using my tongue as a spoon, I drag it along the length of her opening and lick
her juices. I love the taste of her. I could spend hours at her deli,
sampling the delights of her fruit. If only my tongue were longer. Then I
could delve deeply into her and taste the source of her sweetness.

Long, luscious licks of her love box only serve to improve the quality of her
offering. The taste of her is driving me crazy. I begin an assault on her
clit in an attempt to make her release more of her honey. I jab at her clit,
rolling it on the flat of my tongue, dragging it along the full length of my
tongue. Probing the edges of her lips, pulling the hood of her clit with my
lips, again and again I attack.

Concentrating first on the deeper reaches of her vagina, I dip my tongue far
inside her. Then I withdraw to circle her clit and lick her sex lips. Lapping
and tonguing at her cleft, I continue to coax her toward a climax. Around and
around I drive my tongue, licking, sucking, teasing, rolling, tasting her
free-flowing juices. I want her to come on my tongue. I want to taste the
juice from deep within her. I want to feel her clit grow and her walls close
around my tongue.

Her breathing is rapid and I can feel her orgasm approaching. I tongue her
faster and faster, concentrating more on her clit, and she thrusts her body up
into my face. Her hips are tossing on the bed and I struggle to maintain
contact. Her hands go to my head to direct me for the final assault as her
orgasm hits.

Her body heaves as she climaxes in wave upon wave of satisfaction. Her hips
press upward onto my probing tongue and she releases the flood gates from deep
within her well. I continue lapping and licking at her, attempting to gather
as much of her juice as possible. I press my lips over her sex lips and suck
at her cup as her orgasm subsides. Finally assured her climax is complete, I
lick her inner thighs and her outer lips for any remaining sweetness. Her
sexual lips are swollen in a combination of desire and satisfaction. I gently
kiss them in thanks for their contribution to my taste buds and slowly begin
the trip back up her body.

Reaching her breasts, I softly suckle them and caress the fully-extended
nipples with my tongue. The hard tips poke at my tongue and I know I have
pleased her. Her breathing begins to return to normal and she softly sighs in
satisfaction. Her legs twitch in the afterglow of her orgasm and she presses
her thighs together as several aftershocks strike.

Arriving at her lips, I kiss her passionately and hold her closely. There
seems to be a glow over her entire body and a look of ultimate pleasure upon
her face. I am satisfied that I have done well.

I turn onto my back and lie next to her. Her mind clears and she raises up
onto an elbow and peers into my eyes.

“That was great!”, she says, “But what about you?” Looking down, she sees my
cock poking up under the towel. Reaching down, she gropes my tool through the
terry teepee. As she kisses my lips she pushes aside the towel, freeing my
pole.

Gripping my prick in her hand, she begins kissing my body. She elects to take
a direct route and works her way down my body in a straight line, crossing my
chest and stomach and arriving quickly at her goal. She tilts my prick up
away from my body and slips the head into her mouth. We groan in unison as
her lips close around the satiny crown of my prick.

She looks up at me with her soft brown eyes and begins feeding the shaft into
her mouth. More and more of me disappears, until her mouth is stuffed with my
hardness. Holding her lips tight around the shaft, she raises her head and
withdraws my cock. She strokes my throbbing cock and licks her lips as she
stares into my eyes.

“How’s that?”, she asks. “Do you like that?” (What a question!!)

“You bet!”, I reply, as my hard-on increases by two sizes.

She continues to stare into my face to see the pleasure as she opens her mouth
and devours my cock again. Once more she stuffs her mouth full of my cock and
then withdraws it. Her tongue lashes out and she laps at the head, swirling
her tongue around and around the crown. She strokes my length and squeezes
the shaft. As she licks and kisses the head, her lips and tongue become
coated with my grease. Her eyes close as she licks my slippery cockhead and
her lips.

The sight of her enjoying my cock excites me even more and I begin pumping
through her hand. Her hand tightens around my cock to hold me still. Her
grip makes it clear this is to be her blow job, and I am not going to do
anything but enjoy it. Suits me just fine!

She holds my cock and licks along the shaft to my balls. Reaching the sac,
she tickles them with her tongue and strokes my shaft. She lifts my balls
with her hand and gently sucks them. In spite of our earlier encounters, they
seem to be full of cum again. Returning her attention to my cock, she again
licks her way along the shaft to the head.

Once again slipping my erect organ into her mouth, she begins a sliding motion
up and down my length. As her mouth engulfs my prick, her tongue wraps around
the shaft, working me into a frenzy. The combination of her saliva and my
juice allows my cock to slide back and forth between her lips with virtually
no resistance. She is no longer looking into my eyes, electing instead to
concentrate on the hard cock in her mouth.

My prick continues pistoning up and down between the oval of her lips and she
cups my balls, coaxing the cum from them. As I watch her head bob on my
prick, I feel the pressure building as I near eruption. I am just itching to
shoot in her mouth.

I always love it when she sucks me off, and I think she enjoys it as well. The
feeling of a hard cock gliding in and out of her mouth, back and forth over
her tongue; the knowledge that she is giving tremendous pleasure to the one
she loves; the same basic reasons (with a change of equipment) that I love
giving her head. She speeds up her actions on my member, releasing my balls
to devote full attention to my pending orgasm.

Faster and faster she plunges my cock in and out of her mouth, relying solely
on her lips and tongue to bring me off. She grabs my cock at the base to
keep it pointed straight at her mouth for the final attack. Her head becomes
a blur at my loins as she goes after my climax.

“I’m gonna cum,” I warn. I can no longer hold back the urge to assist in my
orgasm, and I begin thrusting into her warm mouth.

She feels my cock swell as it loads up to shoot. Having come twice tonight,
the first release is a gentle spurt, landing softly on her tongue. She holds
my prick lightly in her hand, almost as if she were taking my pulse. And, in
a way, she is – her fingertips can detect every convulsion of my erupting
cock; and each convulsion is followed by a squirt of juice that spreads across
her tongue. She milks the cum from my cock; sucking and squeezing the shaft
to pull it all from my balls.

In a matter of moments my orgasm is over. My prick begins to go limp in her
mouth and the cum stops flowing. She licks my cock clean and eventually
release my softening prick from her lips. Climbing back up my body, her lips
meet mine in another passionate embrace.

“Any chance of getting it up again tonight?” she asks, hopefully.

“I’d love to, but you have completely drained me.”

“That’s okay” she says. “We have all weekend. Let’s get some sleep.” She
lays her head on my chest and presses her warm body close to mine.

“All weekend” I think, “I don’t know if I can take it!”