I was beginning to wonder if our plane would ever be ready. And I had to admit that a part of me didn’t want our plane to ever get fixed. I didn’t know what that really meant in terms of my parents and Scott, but I was enjoying my time away. It gave me the chance to breathe and tune in with myself. And being here with someone as sexy, interesting, and powerful as Kurt made it almost seem like a fantasy, like something that I would conjure up in my wildest of dreams.
My mind kept flashing back to all the incredible sex that we have been having. I really hoped that I would have the chance to have sex again before we had to leave.
We spent the morning laying around in bed, having more sex, talking, and enjoying each other’s company. Then, we decided that we would take our hostess up on her offer to join them for lunch. She had mentioned wanting to hang out a few times and figured that maybe this might give us the opportunity to broach the subject of her parading into our room randomly.
I got up and tried to find the least embarrassing clothes to put on. Even though we were at the mercy of the costume-like clothes lent to use from our hostess, being around Kurt made me want to look my best. It was something about the way that he looked at me, his hungry, roving eyes looking me over, like he was taking in a masterpiece.
I knew that I hardly looked the part, but that didn’t keep me from stopping by the mirror for a few moments longer, making sure that my hair looked good. I let my hair fall into my face, which was much more relaxed than the tight, neat bun that I usually wore it in. I looked so much younger, more fun, with my hair down. And Kurt loved running his fingers through my hair. I felt the moisture begin to pool into my pussy as I thought about the way that he lightly pulled my hair as he entered me from behind.
Emerging from the bathroom, I walked into our room to find Kurt sitting on the bed, facing the bathroom, as if he were waiting on me.
“I kind of don’t want to leave,” I told him. “I mean, if it weren’t for my son, I’d just want to stay here forever.”
“Me too,” he said. “Staying here with you sounds perfect.”
I could feel my face turn crimson red and I said something unintelligible in return. He had this simple way of making me come completely undone. I knew that if we’d stayed there, we would have started another session, for sure, but since it was the middle of the day and we could already smell the inviting aroma from the kitchen of lunch being prepared and happy laughter and chatter drifted past our door at intervals, we both knew that the chances of having some uninterrupted alone time might be slim to none.
We joined a group of other house guests in the living room area. Two other couples sat gazing into the blazing fire while light jazz music floated from the speakers that looked like rocks. The outdoor mountain theme of the room added so much whimsy into the afternoon.
“Hey, I’m Bill,” came one of the guys, hand extended, to greet us. “We just got in last night. Glad to meet ya.”
We introduced ourselves and greeted everyone else.
“Are you guys on your honeymoon, too?” asked Bob’s wife, Jenny. They sat on a large arm chair, Jenny on Bob’s lap, their arms and legs intertwined.
I hadn’t expected that question. In fact, I had spent so much time trying to enjoy the moment, wishing that our time wouldn’t end, I hadn’t given much thought at all to what we were to each other or what we might tell anyone if asked.
Kurt grinned sheepishly, and said, “We were on our way on a business trip and our plane engine went out. We landed at a nearby airport and now have the pleasure of spending this lovely afternoon with you fine people.” His smile was dazzling and charming. I could tell that everyone really liked him.
Turning to the other couple, Kurt continued, “What brings you guys to this area?”
“The festival,” they both said in unison. “We have been wanting to get out here for years and the festival seemed like the perfect time to do it.”
We chatted for a while, telling each other about where we lived, our jobs, the weather, and everything but Kurt and my relationship status. As I watched Kurt talk and laugh easily with these complete strangers like he’d known them his whole life, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about the question that had been posed to us about us being on our honeymoon. Had he been surprised? I doubted that he would have had the thought that I did, that it kind of felt like were on a honeymoon rather than stranded far from home.
“Lunch is served,” said our hostess, holding two trays full of sandwiches. Setting them down on the table, she instructed us to join her and her husband in the dining room. My stomach was beginning to growl with hunger, so I was more than happy to oblige.
We enjoyed a nice, quiet lunch of sandwiches and soup made fresh from their personal garden. As with the other meals that she’d provided, it was delicious and filling. I could feel a satisfied lull settle around the room.
“So, how long have you had your home here as an inn for guests?” asked Kurt.
“Oh, about twenty years now. Is that right, Donald?” Our hostess looked toward her husband sitting at the end of the table, still eating slowly and silently. He nodded and grunted, returning his attention to his bowl of lukewarm minestrone.
“Wow! That’s amazing,” gushed Kurt, looking around the room in amazement. “Is the ROI decent?”
Our host’s eyes lit up. The man who seemed to be lifelessly eating his soup came to life right before our eyes.
“Oh, yes!” he said. “It has been quite a lucrative venture thus far. It’s allowed us the means to expand our investment portfolio…”
The two went on like that for quite some time. I really didn’t know a whole lot about business and stocks and everything else that they chattered on like happy schoolgirls about.
“The best part about it all is the renovations that we’ve been able to make here. Our guests absolutely love the new hot tub and grotto that we installed last year.”
“Hot tub?” I asked, confused. I hadn’t seen any hot tub there. In fact, I was curious to see where they could fit a hot tub and grotto in this cabin. It was a decent size, but it didn’t quite seem possible.
“Yes,” sang out our hostess. “With all of the craziness of the last couple of days with your plane trouble and our festival, I plum forgot to tell you about the hot tub. It might be something that you two might enjoy.”
“Absolutely!” said Kurt, giving me a smile that told me that he was up to something.
Lunch was really nice and everyone seemed pleasant. Once we’d all finished eating, everyone started to go off to start the day filled with their own activities.
Kurt and I went straight to the hot tub. It was in a separate back entrance a few feet away from the cabin. A door led to the grotto of light brown rocks. The area was lit by soft track lighting. It looked like something out of magazine.
Kurt started taking off his clothes until he stood there stark naked.
“Oh my God! Kurt, what are you doing? Someone might come in and see you!”
“Let them look,” Kurt said, playfully. Getting into the water, he beckoned for me to join him. There was no way that I was going to strip down to nothing where someone could easily see me completely nude. I mean, it was bad enough that our chipper hostess had seen more of me than I cared for her to see because of her random intrusions. I wasn’t prepared to give her a full show voluntarily.
But, Kurt can be very persuasive. After a few minutes of his begging and bargaining, I gave in. I took off my clothes and folded them neatly, setting them on the hard rock. I quickly sunk into the hot water. All of my muscles seemed to melt like butter.
I leaned back and took deep, cleansing breaths. I was glad that we’d had the chance to get into the hot tub before we had to take off. It was like the cherry on top of what had already turned out to be an incredible couple of days. I told Kurt as much.
“And it’s about to get even better,” he said. He put a condom on. Then he leaned over and kissed me hard, pulling my naked body against his. I could feel his hard dick slippery on my submerged leg.
“Excited, are we?” I asked, teasingly.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
He took me into a tight hug, kissing down the side of my neck. He started to palm my breast and squeeze it. He lifted me up easily, my body floating near the surface of the water. He slid his hard dick into me, moaning with pleasure as the water waved back and forth slightly against our rhythm. He pumped harder and harder, slamming me down on his dick, gripping my hips firmly. The hunger in his eyes and the grit of his teeth made him look almost ravenous. It was so exciting and turned me on.
When I started to cum, I could hear a scream leave my throat. I tried to hold it back, but it took me over, matching the pulsation of my pussy as it squeezed and released his throbbing dick.
Then, he started to cum. I could feel his dick shake with the force of it, all the way in the depths of my pussy, hitting my g-spot, making my body sputter and shake all over again. We sat in the hot tub for a bit longer, softly kissing and holding each other in sweet silence. I still couldn’t believe all that was happening. And it just kept getting better.
After a while, Kurt asked, “Are you ready to head back to the room?” I told him that I was. We got out, put our clothes on, and headed back toward the cabin.
As soon as we opened the door, our hostess greeted us with a knowing smile.
“I take it the water was perfect?” she asked.
“Uh, yes, actually,” said Kurt, nervously.
I nodded dumbly, too embarrassed to even speak. I was sure that she’d heard me screaming. I was entirely too loud for her or anyone else who might have been nearby not to have heard.
“Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed it. I’m going to be doing some things up in the attic today, so if you need anything, give me a holler.” She quickly disappeared around the corner
When we got back to the room, I called home to check on my son. Everyone sounded happy, but I could hear the eager anticipation in my mother’s voice as she tried to ask, casually, “Are you going to be on your way soon?” I told her that I was still waiting on news and that as soon as I knew something, that I would let them know right away.
Hanging up the phone, I said, “I guess we have to start facing reality that we’ll head back to our normal lives soon.”
I heard myself saying the words and knew that they were right, but I was finding myself starting to feel like I was trying to convince myself of what I was saying. The truth was, I never wanted my time with Kurt to end. And staying here with him made me feel like it never would. I wanted to keep this feeling.
“Yes. You wanna watch a movie?” Kurt asked, turning on the TV. Up until that point, neither one of us had paid much attention to it. We had been so busy entertaining ourselves and exploring, that we hadn’t even bothered to turn it on.
Holding up two VHS tapes, he said, “We have a choice between A Cabin in the Woods and Little House on the Prairie.” I thought that he was joking and told him as much. I was amazed when he thrust the vintage tapes into my hand and I saw that those were exactly the choices that we had.
What a strange, wonderful place, I thought. We settled on A Cabin in the Woods. Kurt popped it into the VHS player built into the TV and burrowed under the warm blankets with me. We laid in the bed, our bodies intertwined until we both drifted off to sleep.
I found it cute that he wanted to watch an old movie with me. We were almost like two teenagers in love. This was like being transported back to a previous time and place. I was certain that I had a smile on my face when I fell asleep because this was the happiest that I’d been in a very long time.