The Cabin Retreat

Realizing that she was being rude, Melissa finally slowed down to thank the man for his help.

"Say nothing of it, mon cherie." With that he took a deep dish apple pie out of the fridge and cut two large slices, serving them up before them. "Here, this is a good ending to the meal you have eaten. Then we can talk."

Melissa didn't think she had room for anymore, yet the first taste of the pie sold her. She would make room for this.

Smiling at her obvious pleasure, "it is nice for a chef to know that his creations are appreciated." Rumbling with laughter the man took his pie and cider over to the large couch before the fire.

Grabbing her mug, Melissa settled into the chair closest to the fire.

"Tell me then, Missy, How come you to be lost in my woods during a storm, eh?" The merriment in his eyes clicked something in Melissa's heart. Here was someone she could trust. Over the next two hours she told her whole tale of tracking down the congressman's errors, to her collapse in the office, to her assignment to find Paul Nielson. The only thing she didn't relate about her journey through the woods was her newfound sexual pleasure. While she felt she could trust this man, she wasn't going to tell him everything.

When she mentioned the name Paul Nielson, she noticed a cloud pace over her host's face. Her reporter instincts pricked at that. Obviously that name meant something to this big man, but now was not the time to persue such things.

Yawning hugely, Melissa asked where she was to sleep. The big man's eye's twinkled as he grinned, "Vell, Missy there is only one bed in this cabin..." As she started to worry, he laughed, "Ah, but I am too much the gentleman, up those stairs is the loft. I have laid out a night shirt for you. I will sleep down here. Artos, the dog, will sleep at the top of the stairs and protect you from any wandering giants." At the mention of his name, Artos bounded over to Melissa and put his huge head on her lap. Wagging his tail furiously, she petted his black head.

"Don't you worry, mon cherie. You get a good nights sleep, all will be well."

Climbing the stairs, Melissa realized she still didn't know her benefactor's name. Yet he had disappeared outside, so she made her way upstairs. The stair case was lined with bookshelves. The books were on a wide range of topics and genres. Most of the classics were there, as well as many modern masters. As would be expected there was a whole shelf of field guides and wood lore. One section seemed to be dedicated to the biographies of the presidents. Whoever he was, he was well read.

The entire loft was the bedroom. One wall had a smaller fireplace in it. To help the heating during the winter, Melissa assumed. There was a large armoire, bureau, and a stand mirror. An old steamer trunk stood at the foot of the bed. A large rocking chair stood near the balcony with an afghan thrown over the back. Charles Dicken's Great Expectations lay on the seat.

Slipping under the covers, Melissa drifted off into the best sleep she had had in weeks.

The following morning Melissa woke early. Climbing out of bed she didn't sense anyone else in the house. Artos was gone too. Descending the stairs she saw the storm had blown off, leaving the mountain in a misty fog. On the counter she found a mug and a note. "Gone for a walk with Artos. Help yourself to breakfast." Coffee stood on the stove, and a pot of oatmeal was warming on the back burner. Filling her mug, spooning a bowl full of oatmeal, Melissa took her breakfast out to the porch.

Looking down towards the lake she saw Artos running up and down the beach. The lake was only a hundred feet from the cabin. Lots of trees cast shade around the house. Eating her oatmeal, Melissa saw her host wander down to the water's edge. He slowly removed his shirt, boots, and when he started on his jeans, her heart began to flutter. That nice ace she had seen last night was bare before her. His strong back rippled with the movement of his muscles. Dropping his pants and underwear on the shore, the man strode out into the lake finally diving beneath the surface.

Melissa gasped for air. She had forgotten to breathe. Blushing furiously she dashed back into the kitchen to finish her breakfast. Quickly she showered, and got dressed in her own clothes.

When her host returned, she notice his hair was still damp from his swim. "Well," she asked, " What are our plans for today? Can you tell me how to find this Mr. Paul Nielson?" "No, that I can not do. I will not do." For once his very expressive face was closed. The glint in his eye was definitely anger. "Well, then, can you at least tell me your name?" inquired Melissa.

"Pardon, mon cherie," with a curt bow, "I am Captain Peter Woodward, at your service, and you?" The merry twinkle was back in his exquisite gray eyes.

"Melissa Grange. Miss Melissa Grange." Now why had she emphasized the Miss? What obscure fantasies were percolating in her brain?

"Ah, then I was correct. The outfitters had informed me a Ms. Grange was hiking inbound, but not why. When you didn't show up as expected, I saw the storm coming and went out to find you." "I didn't know they had forewarned you about my arrival." Melissa understood now how he had had every thing ready for her the night of the storm. "Well, I am on a mission to find Mr. Nielson, but if you can't help me out, I suppose I should just head back to the city." Melissa started to turn on the charm. She had gotten many a clothes mouthed policeman to tell her details that way, yet the Captain seemed impervious. He just nodded.

"If you wish. I do have a small cabin about a half mile from here. Your editor radioed yesterday to check on you. He mentioned something about you being on vacation? Not a mission?" While still reserved, the Captain had a slight smile on his face. "You are welcome to use it for as long as you like. The door locks, and Artos would be glad to go with you for company." Again that subtle hint at something nefarious, yet gentle, not ominous. "I was really hoping to find this man, but I could use a few days of rest too. This is such beautiful country. I'd be glad to take your offer, how much do you rent it out for?" Not wanting to take advantage of her host, Melissa got up to get her pack. "Non, mon cherie, it is not for rent. For my guests use only. I will help you over. It is stocked with a few days of canned food, so I will bring you some of the perishables myself, eh?"

So off they set. Once again, the Captain kept up a cherry account of stories of the hills, though he was quite willing to answer Melissa's questions.

After setting her up in the single room cabin, and charging Artos with her safety, the Captain left Melissa to her own devices. She had packed a few paperback books to read, and some writing tablets. But Melissa was in the mood to explore, so with Artos she set out to familiarize her self with her new surroundings.

That evening, after dark she set the bar and locked the door, and laughed to herself. Would the Captain try the door? Would he be disappointed it was locked? Would she?

When she crawled into the bed that night, she went without clothes. Soon she had lost herself in an intense sexual fantasy about herself and the Captain.

She rose early the next morning, and daring to go without clothes, ran down to the lake without a stitch of clothing and jumped in for a swim. Artos ran along with her. When she heard splashing from the shore did she remember that the Captain also went for an early morning swim. Quickly she swam under some low branches and hid as the Captain swam out from the shore. He must have been almost done for he climbed ashore. He too, was quite gloriously naked. Melissa hungrily watched as he whipped the water from his body and lay down on the grass to dry.

Melissa's eyes were glued to his manhood. It lay in a nest of curly hair there at the crest of his legs. As she watched, she was thrilled and mortified to see it stiffen. Had he seen her? Carefully she tried to exit the water without the Captain noticing, but she soon became mesmerized by the action going on between his legs.

As his penis began to harden the Captain and leisurely reached down and began to stroke his member. This quickly caused it to harden. He set up a gentle rhythm and Melissa couldn't help but rub her own essence in time with his strokes.

His other hand drifted over to a nipple and began rubbing it and pinching. His eyes were closed and soon the pumping of his hand was very rapid. Melissa could see drops of fluid on top of his rigid cock. Suddenly, he stopped, arched his back, and bursts of semen shot up from his cock. Melissa had three fingers worked deep into her pussy when he started cumming and she gasped with joy.

Quickly she work for her own release. After muffling her own rapturous pleasure, she watched as he walked back into the water to clean up, dress, and return to his cabin.

Melissa dashed back to her own cabin. What was she doing? She had never lusted after anyone like this in her life. Yet her she was in the middle of a sexual awaking and there was this glorious male cock so close, yet so far away. She was sure the Captain would be too much a gentleman to accede to a simple lustful coupling. Even Melissa couldn't see herself giving in to passion for just the sex. Her fantasies aside. This was an agonizing experience.

Over the next few days a pattern emerged. Either the Captain or Melissa would make it to the lake first. Whoever was late would hide in the shadows and watch. Melissa was usually the late comer and each morning the Captain would masturbate while she secretly watched. Then she made sure she was early one morning. As she swam she saw the Captain arrive, see her in the water, and step into the shadows. When he almost left, Melissa quickly stepped on shore. She lay down on her towel to dry and very carefully watched to see if he was still looking.

Seeing the Captain still standing in the dark trees, Melissa began to play with her breasts. She pulled on one nipple, then the other. The Captain seemed to be rather still. She then reached between her legs, and began playing with her clitoris. She had discovered the last few nights that she would come very quickly if she concentrated on her nub only. Quickly building to an orgasm, Melissa returned the show for the Captain, that she had enjoyed each morning.

Melissa heard a grunt from the trees. It was hard to tell, be she thought the Captain was enjoying himself too. Delving her fingers deep into her pussy she brought about her climax and heard the obvious sounds of a man cumming in the forest not far away.

After drying herself off, Melissa walked back to her cabin in the nude, enjoying the gray eyes that followed her each step of the way.

Later that day, Melissa decided to stop up at the Captain's cabin to visit. She had admired his book collection the one night she had stayed there, and was bored with paperback trash she had brought with her.

Knocking on the door, her heart fluttered. What would she do if he mentioned their early morning tryst? She had watched, and wondered if he knew she was peeking. Well time to brave the tiger she thought.

He opened the door in an apron covered with flour. "Ah, mon cherie, you have caught me on baking day all covered with flour. What a mess." "I, uh, was wondering if I could borrow a book to read?" stammered Melissa. This close to his male virility had stunned her senseless. She had forgotten how much better he looked close up. "Baking day? You bake?"

"Now who made that good food you ate up the night of the storm? Eh? I don't think even I could get a cook or maid to make the trek out to this location do you?" Again that twinkle in his eye told her he knew she had watched him after his morning swims.

"Come in dear, and help yourself," he continued, "I like the silence my mountain gives me, but I enjoy good conversation as well.

They spent the afternoon discussing books, chatting about the qualities of a good author and book. Melissa stayed for supper, a thoroughly delicious meal, that while it appeared simple, would have rivaled that of any five star restaurant back in the city.

Worried that she may have overstayed her welcome, even though she hoped for more from this wonderfully talented man, Melissa made her goodnights.

"Here is a book I think you might enjoy, mon cherie." The Captain handed Melissa a soft leather bound book that had no title on the spine or cover. "Wait till your back in the cabin to look at it dear. But I'm sure you'll enjoy it." Again that mischievous twinkle in his gray eyes that seemed to hint at something, yet Melissa wasn't quite ready to go that far.

The Captain escorted her to the door and bid her goodnight. Artos helped her find her way back to the small cabin. Once inside, she lit the lantern, slipped off her clothes and under the covers.

Opening the book, she found it to be a diary. A diary of a women's exploration of her own sexuality. It was quite explicit. Melissa was shocked. How would the Captain have gotten possession of such a book? Was it real, or a work of fiction? The Captain had obviously read the book for him to suggest it to her.

Melissa became fascinated with the development of the main character. Especially as some of her experience closely matched what Melissa herself was experiencing. Late, she finally put the book down, and went to sleep.

The following morning she was late to the lake, yet the Captain was not there yet. Swimming across the lake, Melissa worked out as hard as she could. When she was done, she noticed that the Captain still hadn't come down for his morning swim either. Had she missed him? Had he been too embarrassed by their morning trysts? Had she scared him off?

Returning to her cabin, she found a handwritten note posted on her door.

"Come to the main lodge tonight for dinner.

I have something special for you inside.

Please wear it this evening.

You are in my heart, Mon cherie."

Capt. Peter Woodward.

Inside the cabin she found a wrapped box. Inside was a simple summer dress in a light cream patterned silk. A demi-cup bra, size 38C, a white garter belt, white lace thong, and white stockings. All was of good quality and very tasteful. How had he known her size? Oh, he had dried her clothing after the storm. But still, this seemed a bit presumptuous. Until she remembered the last chapter she had read in the diary last night. There the woman had received the same gifts prior to a very sordid affair with a lusty man.

Melissa took extra special care when she dressed that evening. She carried her sandals with her as she made her way back to the main lodge. The Captain was waiting for her on the porch. He smiled, offered her a glass of white wine and invited her to sit on the swing.

"I am sure you are wondering how I got possession of such a diary as the one I lent you last night. It is my great aunt's diary. She gave it to my mother. I am an only child, so when my mother died, it came to me. I didn't know what it was when I first started to read it. I quickly realized it was intended for a young woman to read as she became aware of what she really was. I haven't shared it with anyone till you came.

"Come inside, dinner is ready and waiting. That's why I wasn't at the lake this morning. I had to hike into the outfitters for the mail, and some special items for tonight. I am sorry I missed you."

Melissa blushed furiously. So he had been aware of her presence at the lake each morning. He had masturbated for her to see, intentionally.

Dinner was as exquisite as any other meal he had prepared. There was a light salad, followed by a cold soup, then a pasta dish, complemented with a fruit plate. The main course was duck and an herb stuffing. During the entire meal, the Captain kept up a light and roving conversation that completely avoided all mention of sex, yet was intellectually stimulating. Melissa found that she was completely captivated by this man she was becoming to know.

Melissa cleared the table and began the dishes. The Captain worked along side her. Melissa turned to him, placed her hand on his chest, put a finger to his lips, "Please tell me about yourself. Over the last days I have told you most of my life, you have given me much to think about, but what I most want to know, is you. Tell me about yourself." "That, mon cherie, is a most difficult story. I may need some time to tell you, eh? But that is yet to come, don't worry, mon cherie, all will be clear in time."

He lead her out to the porch. The sounds of the birds and insects filled the night with a strange music. He lead her over to the double rocker in the corner. Sitting together, she felt as this is where she had always belonged. He lifted a hand to her chin, tilted her face towards his and lightly kissed her on the lips. She leaned yearningly into him. She parted her lips and invited his tongue into her mouth. He gently ran his tongue over her lips and teeth.

His hands rose and puller her shoulders closer to him. She slipped her arms around his neck. She pressed her lips against his, reveling in the moment, the pure sensuality of the feelings coursing through her body. Every where his fingers touched sent sparks of electric energy through her. She pulled herself closer to the Captain and pressed her bosom against his chest.

The Captain stopped and looked her deep in the eyes for a long moment. "This can wait mon cherie. There is no need for us to rush. I -"

He never finished for she thrust her mouth over his, and pulled his hands over her breasts. She was inflamed and needed to have his touch burn the flames of sexual heat from her loins.

Keeping the passionate kiss going, he began to gently knead her breasts, feeling her nipples respond and extend. He loosened the ties of the dress and let it slip off her shoulders. Breaking their kiss, she nibbled on his neck and reached for the buttons of his shirt. She kissed each portion of skin revealed as she slowly removed his shirt from his torso.

Bare chest-ed he lifted her mouth back to his. She stroked her hands over his chest and rubbed her palm over his nipples as they too became hard and excited.

He reached up and undid her hair, letting it fall down over her shoulders. Grasping the hem of her dress he lifted it up over her head. He then lent his head down to nuzzle her breasts, lightly nipping at her skin as she blushed clear down to her navel.

His hands slid down to her thighs and easily unfastened her stockings. He then got up and knelt in front of her and rolled the stockings from her perfect legs. He kneaded his hands gently into her thighs and ran his tongue over her exposed cleavage. Melissa couldn't keep her hands out of his hair, pulling him into her.

He reached up and pulled at her panties, and slid them forward. As her pussy was exposed, Melissa felt the first pulse of her quivering pussy shudder with his anticipated touch. Her panties were soaked. He lifted them up to his nose, and inhaled deeply. This time she understood the twinkle in his eyes as she lifted her legs onto his shoulders and pulled his mouth down to her core.

His tongue began to trace lazy circles around her labia. Never touching the inside, but setting up a warmth and tenderness that filled her with longing. Finally he began to nuzzle at the entrance of her vagina. Delving into her pussy with his tongue, he pushed in as deeply as he could. The warmth and wetness of his tongue buried deep in her sex drove Melissa to the edge. As she was about to cum he pulled back, and slowed down her heart.

Giving her a moment to restore her self, the Captain turned his attention to her clitoris. Again, using only his tongue he brought Melissa to the edge of a climax and then backed off, making her wait once again. The way his tongue worked at her pussy, Melissa was in ecstasy. He would spend time licking his way up and down her labia, and then dart his tongue inside her, then move up to her swollen clitoris, gently taking it into his mouth and sucking it. Then back to the labia, a dart inside, the clit, and a dart inside.