The Cabin Pt. 02

A fly buzzes past my face and I lift my arm to swat it away. Even in the shade the heat is sweltering. How can it be this hot when only a few days ago we were shivering under a blanket in front of the fire? My face breaks into a grin at the memory, not just shivering...wow, what a night. What a weekend! At least, it was supposed to be just a weekend. A forest fire thirty miles to the south had closed off the only road out almost four days ago. We were in no danger as long as the wind didn't shift, but we were stuck here until the fire crews gave the all clear.

I hear your bike crest the last hill on the trail and I stand up and grab a water bottle. The heat makes my whole body feel heavier, I can't imagine how you must be feeling after riding to the highway entrance and back for news. I hand you the full bottle as you climb wearily off your bike and collapse into a lawn chair. You guzzle it and fresh sweat soaks through your tank-top. I wait as you finish drinking and unhook your bra, absently tossing it over your bike.

"Ohhh, that's better." You lean back into the shade.

"Anything new?"

"No. The sign's still up. I waited for about an hour but nobody came by." You wrinkle your nose and sniff briefly at your armpit. "Damn, I need to find a way to sit downwind of myself."

The fresh water tank fed the whole system in the cabin, and still had plenty in it, but we didn't know how long we'd have to wait here so we were rationing it for drinking and cooking only. We'd even stopped using the toilet after I dug a latrine in amongst the trees.

"Come on, I'll buy you dinner. Grilled cheese sound okay?"

You take another gulp of water. "Heavenly."

Later, as the sun drops behind the trees and the temperature falls to something livable, I pull out the deck of cards. We're conserving our cell phone charges, and we've finished all the books we'd brought as well as a couple we found propping up one corner of the old couch. The World Championship Rummy Tournament was becoming a regular past time.

You drag your chair over. "Who's winning so far?"

"We were keeping score?"

"Right. I'm pretty sure it was me then."

I shuffle and start to deal. "Want to make it a little more interesting?"

"The bar's already set pretty low."

"How about strip-rummy?" I grin wolfishly.

"I can see you naked any time I want, where's the challenge? Though I suppose any excuse to get a little cooler is a good one - I might even have to throw a few hands."

"'So sayeth she before the falleth of...' something something about pride, and hubris I think."

"Wow, we'd better plug you back in fast, you're not doing so hot without Google."

"Oho! I think we'll let the cards decide who's not doing so hot, my charming love. Same rules as for poker - shoes don't count and underwear is bra and panties."

"Not even an issue. Bring it."

Four hands later I'm in my boxers and you've lost your cargo shorts.

"Are you sure you don't want to just concede? I'd like to leave you with a little dignity after all."

"Don't get too attached to those clothes, I'm just lulling you into a false sense of security," I retort.

I win the next hand and you stick your tongue out at me before pulling your tank top over your head. Your tits bounce a little as you lean forward to deal the cards and I can feel my cock stirring.

"Don't you have these things memorized by now."

"Every time is like the first time - glorious."

"You poor man, the heat's gotten to you." You're teasing but I can see the colour in your cheeks as you try not to smile.

The hand goes badly for me from the start, and soon my fate is sealed. You cackle in triumph as I stand, solemn in defeat, and hook my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers. With one smooth motion I slide them down and my semi-hard cock springs free.

"Oh! Hello there," you laugh, and then eye me suspiciously. "Don't even think about it, I'm disgusting and you're probably much worse."

"It's natural! Just imagine if our prehistoric ancestors had that attitude, none of use would be here. In fact...I think I can feel those old animal instincts starting to come back to life..." I hunch a little and begin sniffing the air. "Snorf! Female close by. Smells ripe!"

You squeal and dart away as I lunge for you, my arms swinging like a cartoon gorilla. I lumber after you sniffing madly.

"Stop sniffing like that, I'm so gross!" you plead, then laugh as I squat down and paw at your leg.

"Mmm. Female smells yummy!"

I lean in close and sniff frantically over your skin, you're laughing so hard now you can barely talk and you turn away from me slightly. I seize the moment and bury my nose in your butt crack and you shriek in surprise and swat at me.

"Ah! Get out of there, I stink!"

I stand up and hug you. You bury your face in my shoulder and pound your fist lightly into my chest.

"You're a dirty, pervy, gross baboon and I don't like you any more!" Your voice is muffled. "Well, maybe I still like you a little, but you're still a dirty, pervy, gross baboon."

I stroke your back and kiss the top of your head.

"And you're a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman and I can't imagine a day in my life when I wouldn't want to hold you close to me."

"Well, okay maybe I still like you a lot," you sniff, your voice still muffled against me. "But don't I gross you out? I haven't showered in days."

I pull back from you a bit and lift your chin until you're looking at me, then I lean down and very deliberately kiss you. Your arms slip behind my shoulders and your body leans into me as your lips part. Our tongues meet and I squeeze you a little harder against me. My hand slides down your back and slips under your panties to cup your ass firmly and my cock starts to swell between us. We kiss a little longer and then I reach down and pick you up into my arms and move towards the bed.

"What a big, strong baboon you are," you purr, laughing softly.

I lay you onto the bed and climb over you, leaning down to kiss you again. One of your hands starts to slowly stroke my cock as I kiss my way down from your lips over your chin to your neck. You lean your head back and close your eyes as I gently nibble and kiss my way down your neck, over your collar bone and onto the soft mound of your breast. Your nipple is taught as I roll it between my lips, flicking my tongue wetly over it. Your hands stroke the back of my head and you drag your fingers through my hair. I drag my tongue lower to the moist underside of your breast, tasting the acrid sweat pooling there. You make a concerned noise and then stop me as I start to kiss lower.

"It's pretty nasty down there. I know you're being a very brave gentleman, but...it's a lot worse than old boob sweat. You don't have to do that for me, I'm fine with just this..."

"I know. I'm doing it for me." I smile wickedly at you.

I move lower again and your hand tenses on my arm for a moment before relaxing again. I kiss down your belly to the top of your panties. I can smell your pussy from here, a thick, sultry aroma. I hook my fingers into your panties and start to pull them down. The stubble of your pubic hair rubs my lips as I kiss over your mound. Your panties snag under your bum and, after a moment's pause, you lift your hips to free them. I lean up and slide them off you and try to part your legs but you resist.

"Promise me, if it's too bad you'll stop. You won't force yourself. Okay?"

"I never do."

My cock feels as hard as steel, I can almost see it twitching with my heartbeat. The raw, unwashed scents of your body are driving me wild with lust. The musky, moist smell of your crotch is like a voice in my head softly begging my hips to thrust. I slide my hand up the inside of your thigh and you hesitantly open your legs for me. I breathe deeply, inhaling the rich scent, and gaze up at your pussy. The oozing wetness of your growing excitement mixes with oily sweat and dried secretions. A whiff of stale urine blends with the earthier musk. As your legs open I hear the faint, sticky sound of your lips parting and see shiny strands of lubrication stretch thin between them. I lift your knees and reach forward to spread your lips wide with my fingers before scooping my tongue deeply into your opening. You gasp and thrust your pelvis up towards my mouth as my tongue slides up, past the soft inward bump of your urethra and over your shiny firm clit.

You moan softly, sliding your fingers through my hair. I take another long, languid lick of your whole pussy with my wide, flat tongue, scooping through your ripe juices until my lips are dripping with them. You grind your crotch into my face and press down against my head and I begin to lick you faster, swirling my tongue around your clit with each upward stroke. Finally, I focus just on your hard little nub, sucking it into my mouth and gently running my tongue around it. You're panting, gripping my hair, and I slide two fingers into you up to the knuckles. Curling my fingers inside you I start rub the soft, spongy roof of your vagina. Your stomach is clenching hard now as you thrust your pelvis against me, feeling the pressure of my rough face and hand against your soft folds. I flatten my tongue against your clit and slide over it in short little circles and you let out a sharp sound almost like a bark as your knees life high and your whole body clenches forward in spasm. I feel your pussy contract around my fingers over and over, your breath shuddering above my head. A trickle of juice runs out past my fingers and down the crack of your ass and your body starts to relax, twitching, back down onto the bed.

I lift my face and slowly pull my sopping fingers out of you, causing you to shiver and gasp. You plant your hands on either side of my face and drag me up to kiss me deeply, oblivious to the slippery, pungent girl-cum coating my face. I feel the head of my cock brush your pussy lips and you whimper and spread your legs wider, lifting your hips searchingly. I pull back and grin before grabbing your leg and rolling you over. The crack of your ass is slick with a mix of my saliva and your juices as I lift you up onto your knees. You arch your back and tilt your ass up to me, presenting yourself to be fucked. I place a hand on each cheek and spread them wide and my cock twitches. I grab my shaft and swirl the head around over your drenched cunt, coating it with a slippery sheen before planting it at your opening and pushing it slowly all the way into you. You feel my hips press hard against your ass as my cock spreads you open, and the flared head rubs past your cervix.

"God you're tight..." I'm so horny I can barely speak.

You wiggle your bum in appreciation, stirring my cock around inside you. I grab your hips, my fingers pressing deeply into your soft skin, and begin to fuck you. I pull my cock almost all the way out of you before sliding back in all the way, over and over, each time pressing my hips hard against you. You drop to your elbows and lower your head, absorbed by the pressure and motion of my cock moving back and forth inside you. I quicken my strokes, pulling almost out before thrusting hard. I'm slamming into you now, my cock pistoning back and forth as sweat drips off my face onto your ass. I feel myself getting close and I reach forward to grab a handful of your hair, yanking your head back as I plow into you. I'm grunting deep in my throat, lost in the sensation of fucking you. My balls tighten and my body spasms as I pump spurt after spurt of my cum deep into you.

My knees are shaking and I feel my whole body go weak. I collapse beside you and you snuggle in close, kissing my face and hands with soft little pecks. I reach for you and pull you tight. Your eyes glitter at me and you smile shyly.

"In Brontosaurus Clan, this makes me your man now," I gasp, trying to keep a straight face.

"Forever," you say, smiling, "but...I *am* going to have a shower now." Your nose wrinkles. "And, my filthy cave man, so are you."