The Log Cabin Ch. 1

With a final flurry of thrusts he began to shoot his cum deep inside her. Five, six seven times she felt him come. He moaned with pleasure and the last bit dribbled into her.

"Oh, Baby!" he said over and over, trying to catch his breath. "Oh, Baby!"

He slipped his softening sticky cock out of her and moved off of her. She rolled over and nestled in beside on the blanket. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him, running his fingers through her hair.

"So much for waiting till later," he laughed.

"Yeah, but just wait till you see what I'm fixing for lunch," she replied, pressing her cheek down onto his chest.

*** To be continued ***

Holly sat for a few moments before logging off and reread the message a second time. There were other men who had written her poetry before, but it had never touched her like this. She had never been one to read or enjoy poetry much before, but his words reached out to her, reached deeply inside to those private inner parts of her that no one had previously touched. There were others who had wined her and dined her, taken her to romantic places and ordinary, yet no matter where she was with him, David could make her feel so special, so pretty, so loved.

Holly thought about Rick, the man of her dreams, her first, who had introduced her to the ways of love. She remembered Thomas and Gordon who had taken their turns expanding her understanding of men. The ravenously good-looking guy, the hot bodied jock, the men that her friends had only dreamed about but whom she had taken easily. She smiled at the thought of Edward, rich and attractive, the guy her mother practically drooled over, his smooth country club manner and his sleek Lexus convertible coupe. He did have a certain allure, a certain demeanor that she was taken with considerably. And there were some others who had come into her life, some hot guys, some wild guys, some other extremely good looking rich guys, all of whom had served a purpose.

But now, now she had met this man, years older than her, who was experienced and confident and sure about so many things. A man who always knew what to order at which restaurants, which wine to choose, how to schmooze no matter which crowd they were mixing with, and which witty quotes to recite at a dinner party to bring the greatest response and the most laughter; a man who was smart and funny and who had never failed to turn her on. Yet, despite his strengths, when she so much as smiled at him in a certain way, or when she laid her hand on his cheek, he would show her this look of vulnerability that would make her melt into him, and she knew she loved him desperately. When she had told her friends about him, they were understanding and absolutely awesome. Yet what was there about this man who was kind and loving, who could always make her laugh, and who, with just a look or a word or two, could turn her on so incredibly?

She remembered the first time they had met, at a sleek trendy jazz club near where she lived. They had planned to meet a couple of times but something always seemed to come up that postponed their plans. Then it just somehow all came together. He was in town for a couple of days, and they arranged to meet. She looked around for him as she entered and, not seeing him, took a seat at the bar, ordering a vodka martini. From where she sat, she could keep an eye on the door, yet remain sort of out of the way. She noticed that she was just a bit early, but that wasn't unusual since she was always very prompt and smiled when remembering how he was always complaining about running late.

She had taken some time to carefully pick out what she wanted to wear. Wanting to look sexy for him, but not too easy, she picked out a favorite light blue cashmere sweater with dark pleated skirt, not too short, and sheer black stockings. Remembering how he had told here that he loved lingerie, underneath she wore a sheer little black bra and matching thong with delicate lace edging. She felt so sexy and knew she looked hot from the glances she was drawing from the men in the club. A couple of them even offered to buy her a drink, but she politely turned them down, showing off her famous smile, her sparkling green eyes, and saying, "Sorry, but I'm meeting someone." They walked away amused and perhaps curious about who the lucky guy would be.

It didn't take long for him to arrive. She knew who he was the moment that he entered the place, looking cool and confident and reserved. Tall and slender, wearing a pinched-silk jacket and crisp slacks, with a dark blue shirt and vividly colored necktie, he paused for a moment and scanned the room. She thought he had looked past her, but then as he looked back, their eyes met and she waved at him. He took a few steps in her direction, but when she slipped off the bar stool and stood to greet him, he stopped dead in his tracks. She thought that maybe there was something wrong, but then he took the last few steps toward her and as he neared began to smile warmly. He held his hands out and took hers.

"Hello, Holly," he said, his voice deep and mellow.

"Hi, ya, David," she said brightly.

He looked at her, his eyes smiling as wide and his mouth. He raised a hand up to her cheek and his fingertips slipped around to the back of her neck. For a moment he stood there with his hand on her, the warmth of his touch spreading deeply into her.

"You are so beautiful," he said finally, his head tilting a bit to the side, looking so appealing. And then he smiled, his cheeks creasing, his eyes twinkling.

He took a step toward her and leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. From the moment that their breath commingled and their noses rubbed together and their lips touched for the first time, she felt herself pull toward him and melded into his embrace. She remembered all of the things they had chatted about, the sweet and the hot emails, the rambling and sexual late night phone calls, and knew that they were all worthwhile because they were now together and it felt so good and warm and wonderful.

"It is so nice to meet you at last," he remarked.

They got a table and went to order dinner, but after spending a few highly animated minutes talking and holding hands they decided to settle on just a salad and left quickly. She would never forget that night, spent looking in his eyes, listening to his wonderful voice, walking with her arm tucked inside his, and then later, dancing in his arms, his kisses smothering her lips and worshipping her body; and the hours they had laid naked together, talking and touching, making love and simply being together.

Smiling as she remembered that first meeting with her lover, she sat by the dark computer and suddenly thought of how she had wanted to shower before he arrived. So she got up from the desk, slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the spacious stall. As the hot water splashed out onto her body and she began to wash up, she started to think of her hand as his, of the water as his love, and she wondered where he was at this moment and just what he was thinking.

* * *

Several miles away yet, David drove through the lush fields of early summer. His sleek silver Cadillac sedan clung to the supple curving blacktop as he conquered small town after town. The lazy little hamlets, quaint and sleepy in the mid-morning sun, each had a character unto their own, and passing each one brought him closer to her. He had this image in his mind of her, long and lean, lovely as a rose. It had been nearly a month since they had last met down in the Bahamas. He remembered the long working days spent apart, the hours spent online, the minutes spent on the phone, and the thousands of words they had tossed back and forth. And it all would be worth it, for this young woman, this girl had captured him, and he was hers.

He chuckled when thinking about how their relationship had grown, from a strictly business, professional relationship, to one of friendship and interest, to one of love and passion. There was no mistaking where he had come from, the son of decidedly middle-class parents, the first from his family to attend college, and the last to marry. That marriage had been a mistake to be debated for years. Yet, he had remained resilient and had grown through every experience and prided himself on the job he had done with his children.

He laughed when remembering how things hadn't always been so perfect. His high school classmates had remembered him as a band geek, yet, when they were ten years removed from school, who had brought the prettiest girl to the reunion dinner dance? Who had the best stories to tell about touring in a rock 'n' roll band, and who was able to lay down the hottest licks when jamming with the band? Sure he wasn't the handsomest guy in the room, but when Rita Meredith came up to him--the hottest girl in their graduating class, who had kept her looks and added to them--and asked him to join her during the lady's choice dance, he knew the eyes of the others were on them. He glanced around for a second or two and smiled, not conceited, not too full of himself, but with a humble modesty that belied the new reputation he earned that night.

But all of that paled when his mind wandered back to the night that he had first met Holly, face to face. He had scheduled a training class and some sales calls with a new sales rep organization and wouldn't have to go far out of the way to stop near where she lived. He had taken a room in a nice hotel and quickly showered and shaved to make ready. Armed with the precise directions she had provided, he made it to their meeting place just a minute or two late. Feeling just a bit nervous, he walked inside the place and looked for her. Scanning the room he didn't see her right away, but then he saw her slip off a stool by the bar and when she waved at him, he knew exactly who she was. And when he saw her, for the next moment or two, his heart stood still. They had talked many times and had emailed photos back and forth, but he wasn't prepared for meeting her in person. She was tall and slim, a beautiful, long legged redhead with a tremendous smile and terrific green eyes. He smiled realizing that he was staring and took the last strides quickly to join her.

From the moment that they had said hello and he lifted his hand to her cheek and kissed her, there was no doubt in his mind that this evening was special, and that she was special, and even more beautiful in person than in his imagination. He couldn't take his eyes off of her; he listened to and held onto her every word. They held hands as they discussed what to order. It wasn't a mere physical beauty that she possessed; it showed in the way her eyes became so animated when she talked, and the way her smile glowed, and in the joy of her girlish laugh, and the warmth of her touch as her hand rested in his.

Although they had planned to have dinner and share a couple of drinks, there was no question on either one's mind as to where the evening would lead. They decided to leave after the salad and went back to his room. He paused under a streetlight as they were walking up to the hotel. Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her as tenderly and lovingly as he knew how. He could have sworn that there were violins playing somewhere, maybe some skyrockets shooting off in the night sky.

Once inside the hotel, there was no nervousness, no second thoughts, and no quick rationalizations. They embraced just inside the door and kissed, warmly, deeply, wetly for several minutes. The touch of her breath washing upon him exhilarated and rejuvenated him. When the champagne cart arrived, he carefully poured them each a glass, but when he brought them over to her, he was captivated by the look of her, leaning over the dresser, primping her hair in the mirror. David sat the glasses down on the dresser and brought his hand up to touch her. Only smiling, she continued to straighten her hair as he let his hand slip down from her waist to her ass, down to the hem of her skirt, then up underneath, his fingers searching out the curves of her ass. She turned away from the mirror and into his arms and their hands were all over each other.

The way she looked and was dressed excited him so much. Slipping her out of her clothes, he felt like a kid at Christmas unwrapping a long-awaited present. The look of her body in the sheer delicate lacy lingerie turned him on incredibly. The look in her eye when she was naked and stretched out on the bed, took him to new heights of arousal. David knelt between her legs and paused to drink in the sight of her, ready and willing and waiting for him. It was a view that he wanted to keep forever, if only in his mind. Their lovemaking was long and loving and sensational. And saying goodbye in the light of morning was no easy task, for he dearly wanted to take her home with him, even as unreasonable as that would have been. But the memories kept their passion alive and they had met several times thereafter.

He was much older than Holly was but that never seemed to matter, at least to them. When they were together, however they were together, it was magic. The look in their eyes, the touch of their hands, the echo of their laugh, transported each of them to a special place neither had known before. And as the next turn of the wheel took him onto the freeway, he knew they would soon be together. He thought as the wheel straightened of how far he had come and about how blessed he was to be driving to this place at this time. What was there about this beautiful young woman-this girl, as she preferred-that made him want to go places he had never been, to experience things he had never known, to climb the heights that only his dreams had taken him previously?

From the freeway, a short drive along the highway brought him to a serpentine blacktopped road. Every bend and turn was anticipated as if he had been here before. He wheeled the silver sedan up the sandy drive and pulled to a stop beside a cute little black Jetta. Climbing from behind the wheel, he stepped to the back and opened the trunk. Looking around he took in the view of the cabin, rustic but modern, the setting, remote and scenic, and the scent of the woods, pine tree fresh and verdant. Pulling out his bag from the trunk, David looked about as he walked up the stone path toward the cabin. He could see parts of some of the neighboring cottages through the trees. He headed up the path, knocked on the door and waited for a few moments listening for the sounds that would tell him she was coming to answer the door. He tried the handle and found it unlocked and pushed the door open.

"Hello," he called out as he stepped inside tentatively. "Holly? You here?"

The bathroom door opened and Holly came out, tying up a pale blue silk robe she had slipped around her shoulders. David dropped his bag to the floor as she entered his arms. Wrapping their arms around each other, they kissed long and wet and hard, a lasting passionate kiss that had been weeks in the making.

"Oh, David, I'm so glad that you're here," she said when they finally paused for a breath.

"Baby," was all he could reply as his hands slipped down from her shoulders feeling her warm body under the robe. He leaned forward to kiss her again. "I am so glad to be here."

"Have any trouble finding the place?" she asked, her green eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Not a bit. It felt like I had a homing device on board." He kissed her again. "You don't know how much I've missed you, Holly."

"Yes, I do," she replied. "Cuz, I've missed you too."

They kissed and embraced again and she pressed her cheek against his shoulder for a few moments.

"Oh, Baby," she heard him say, his voice resonating through his chest.

"So do you want a tour?" she asked when she had held him close long enough.

"Sure," he replied.

David picked up his bag and she took his hand, showing him around the cabin. He smiled as she acted like the tour guide, but though he tried hard to concentrate on what she told him, he couldn't help but be distracted by the look of her in the pale blue robe, her rosy tanned body shifting beneath the silk.

"This is my folks' room, but we'll be staying in here this weekend," she said, pointing out where he could put his bag. "A bigger bed," she said with just a bit of blushing in her cheeks.

He stepped over to her and took her into his arms again, spinning her around almost as if dancing out into the main room of the cabin, out toward the sofa. He then held her as close as possible to his body, his lips sought out her neck and shoulder. He nosed the collar of the robe down along her shoulder so his lips could taste her soft shoulder. She felt him pressing up against her. His hands moved around to open her robe a bit, exposing the sheer pale blue lace bra underneath.

"You know how I love to see you in lace, don't you?" he said, his eyes drinking in the sight of her body. "And you know how much I want you."

"Yes, I do," she answered, feeling him press against her, and his hand slipped under the robe to touch her breasts through the sheer lace of the bra. Her nipples were already stiff from anticipation as his eager fingers grazed across them. Tweaking them just a bit, she felt his kisses move down her chest toward the firm curves of her breasts. He pulled at the bra just enough so that his fingers and lips could touch her taut pink nipples. "Oh, David!" she cried out as she felt him suck a nipple up into his mouth.

He glanced up at her face with a lookthat told of such passion, such that she had never seen in him. "I want you, Holly," he said firmly, kissing her again on the lips.

They had moved into the main room of the cabin and, as he had stepped closer to her, she had backed up to the sofa. She perched her butt on the back cushions and David pulled the robe open a bit more, slipping his hands onto her body, touching every part of her that they could reach. His lips devoured her breasts, sucking on her nipples and nibbling on the stiff pink tips. His hands slipped around to the small of her back and pulled her close to him. He pressed his lips against her supple body.

"Mmm," she moaned.

His hands felt along the folds of her robe, then tenderly caressed her body, feeling the warmth and the softness. His fingertips traced the contour of her bare breasts, the texture of her nipples, stiff beneath his touch. They explored the curves and valleys of her stomach and belly, then followed the path around the elastic of her g-string, feeling the supple curves of her hips and ass.

"You are turning me on so much," she cried out.

"Is that a bad thing?" he asked.

"Not at all," she cooed.

"Good because there is more," he replied, bringing his hands her back over the robe.

"Please, David," she whispered. "Don't stop."

The warmth of her body passed through the smooth silk of the robe as he ran his hands over her back. His fingers lightly traced a path along the valley of her spine, up toward her shoulders. When she brought her arms up around his shoulders, he slipped his hands around to cup her breasts again and his thumbs toyed with her nipples again.

"Mmm, David, I may need to ask you to stop," she called out. "Remember? I thought we were going to try and wait till later."

"Just say the word, Holly," he replied, pulling away. "And I'll step away and leave you alone."

"Come back here, you," she said grabbing him by the shoulders. With a tone of surrender shading her voice, she took his hand and placed it back on her breast. "Actually I want you to touch me."

"My overwhelming urge right now is to kiss you," he said, running his hands over her body. "I want to touch every part of your body, to kiss your body and your pussy."

"Oh, David," she moaned.

He spent the next precious minutes tasting her, pleasing her, letting his lips and tongue tell her about all the feelings that he had for her. He kissed her neck and shoulders; he let his tongue glide along her shoulder back up to her ear; he nibbled on her ear lobe; he kissed his way across her cheek to her mouth, open and wet and waiting for him. Their tongues couldn't wait to touch and made them both tingle with passion.