The weather is perfect, late enough in the spring that my t-shirt and jeans are all I need for the days while the nights are going to be cool enough that Elise and I are going to have no problems snuggling up next to the fireplace in my cabin.

“It’s been too long since I’ve been up here,” I admit as we pull off the deserted dirt road onto the grassy shoulder at the trailhead, shifting my truck into park. “Guess I got too caught up with stuff this past winter. By the way, are you sure about those clothes?”

“What about them?” Elise asks, turning and sticking out her chest. “Don’t think I’m covered enough?”

I take a look at her tight blue tank top, the valley between her breasts deep and proudly displayed before clinging to her stomach and hips. Her legs are just as displayed, as Elise showed up wearing a pair of tights that show every curve of her body.

“You look amazing,” I tell her honestly, “but I’m just worried. It’s a five-mile hike to my cabin. Are you sure those tights are what you want to wear in the woods?”

Elise grins, shifting her knees and giving my eyes a little treat that sends a warning twinge down to my cock. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Country Music Star, that these are top of the line trail runner’s tights, and the person who sold them to me at the store told me they’re better for me than those old ass Levis you’re wearing. They support and compress my leg muscles, giving me just what I need.”

“And I thought I had what you needed,” I joke, making her blush. “Just one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Stay behind me on the trail because if I have to spend five miles looking at your ass in those tights for the whole walk . . . well, we won’t last five miles before we scare the local wildlife.”

Elise grins, biting her lip. “Maybe I’ll want to take a break from walking . . . we’ll see. Come on, let’s get the packs.”

I could have come up here yesterday and brought the ATVs down, or there is an old fire trail that I could take if Elise and I wanted to bounce and jolt our way for ten miles going around the backside of the mountain, but hiking up for a weekend just felt more real.

I help her with her pack before grabbing mine. “Come on, and if your pack gets too heavy, tell me.”

“I’ll have you know, I was a Girl Scout. I did go camping . . . once or twice,” Elise says, grinning. We start off, and as we take the trail, a comfortable silence drops around us. It’s not totally quiet, of course. There’s plenty of natural forest sounds, but there are no cars, no traffic. Just us.

“Wow, it feels like another world,” Elise says quietly as we hike. “It’s . . . it’s kinda like you.”

“How’s that?” I ask, thinking how she nailed it in one single sentence. She’s got a gift for it, that’s for sure.

“Well, on the surface, it’s a little intimidating, beautiful but imposing at the same time,” Elise replies, her eyes still in the trees as we walk. “Then you get this sense of nothing going on, like it’s just boring and calm . . . but if you really look, there’s a lot going on. You just have to be quiet and let it unveil itself to you. You’re a lot like this place, I guess.”

I smile, reaching over and taking her hand. “And they say I’m the songwriter. Come on, if you think this is nice, wait’ll you get a view of the cabin.”

It takes us about ninety minutes to make the hike, taking our time because there’s really no need to rush. Elise does tease me a little as we go up one hill, pushing past me to give me a very inspiring view of her ass flexing as she makes her way up the trail. I probably could’ve made the climb quicker on my own, but I’ll admit to being more than happy with my slow, distracted pace since it gives me more time to admire Elise’s assets as we reach the crest and start down the other side.

“Just up this side trail,” I tell Elise as I unlock my gate and hold it open for her. “Don’t worry about the signs. They’re mostly to scare off hunters.”

“Do you get hunters out here?” Elise asks as she eyes the Private Property, Trespassers Will Be Prosecuted signs. “Or at least, have you had to prosecute anyone?”

“Once I found the water tank a little low. Someone had obviously refilled their water bags, but I’ve never had a break in,” I tell her, taking her hand. “Don’t worry, we’re perfectly safe.” I lock the gate behind us as we resume the final stretch of our hike.

“Is that what you call it when we’re alone together? Doesn’t feel safe to me,” Elise jokes. “To be honest, it feels . . . thrillingly dangerous, like the world’s sexiest rollercoaster.”

Conversation trickles off as we climb the last hill, the hardest one, actually, and we have to lean into the slope. It’s not that bad, but I am carrying three days’ worth of food and supplies for a weekend on my back.

I'm curious what she'll think of the cabin. It's definitely different from my house in the city, but as we crest the hill, I feel relieved. Her eyes widen and her hands pop up to cover her exclaimed, "Oh, my gosh!"

“You like it?”

She looks at me, a smile stretching over her beautiful flushed and glistening face. "It's perfect! It looks like something out of a painting."

I like that she can appreciate a rustic log cabin, even one as small as this. It's one of the things that sold me on the property too. I don’t need glitz and glam. I bought this place as a getaway because of the privacy and rustic charm.

“Well, come on then,” I reply with a grin. “Let’s get down there, get the fire going so we can have some hot water for later, and get things going!”

We go inside and drop our gear, and Elise seems enamored with the small space. The main room is a square with a bed to the left, a couch area to the right around the woodstove, and a working kitchen along the back wall. The bathroom is through a door off the kitchen. Bare-boned and simple, like I am at my core. The only concession to simplicity is the large hammock on the all-weather back porch, where Carsen and I have watched sunsets on numerous occasions.

“This is perfect,” Elise purrs, setting her bag down on the kitchen table-slash-food prep space. “And it’s ours all weekend?”

“Until we either have to go back or run out of food,” I joke, watching her. I like seeing her here. It feels right somehow. Watching her stretch out and wiggle on the couch, my cock thickens in my jeans and I know what I need.

“Come here,” I half-growl, feeling in touch with my inner wild nature. Elise’s lips are twisted in a little smirk that says she already knows what I want, and her hips are doing a tantalizingly sexy sashay as she comes closer.

“What for?” she asks, laughing happily when she's in arm’s reach and I grab her, kissing her deeply. Our bodies twist and tangle as I lift her up, walking her back to the couch and forcing her to clutch me tightly as I bend her backward.

There’s no worry, though. I’ve got her securely in my arms, and as she moans when she feels my cock press up against her thigh, I set her back upright, my heart hammering in my chest. “We need to get out of here,” I growl, “because I really want to show you some things . . . and if I don’t get you outside in the next ten seconds, I’m going to rip those tights off and devour your body until you can’t walk anymore.”

“Sounds good. I do want to see what you have to show me,” she purrs, running a hand over my chest. “I have some things I want to show you too.”

I groan, pressing into her touch for a moment before getting under control. "No, really. I have every plan to fuck you until we collapse of exhaustion tonight, but I want to show you the land out here first. And if we don't leave right now, there won’t be hot water, and I’d like to help you wash up after I get done burying myself inside that tight little pussy of yours."

She shudders in my arms, nodding. "God, I love how you talk to me. And I like that plan, but maybe I don’t need hot water when I’ve got you."

She’s pouting, but it's playful and I can see she's teasing me. She's been just as excited as I am about exploring the area. I pull her close one last time, grinding against her belly, and give her ass a good smack.

"Out, woman. Let's go."

She pulls away to walk toward the door, and I smack the other cheek for good measure. She looks back over her shoulder, sass and brattiness in her eyes, and I shrug. “I’m all about equal treatment, so the right had to get what the left got.”

“I’ll remember that later,” she says. “Your ass is mine, country boy.”

Outside, it’s still picture-perfect beautiful, and after showing Elise how to fire up the small generator I have and starting the water pumps, I lead her to the parking shed for my ATV. “Hop on.”

“And if I want to do the driving?”

I grin, mounting the ATV and firing it up. “After you know the local trails, I’ll be happy to let you. Safety first, though.”

Elise gets on behind me, pressing her breasts to my back and wrapping her arms around my waist, her hands dangerously close to my crotch. We ride, and I goof a bit, having fun and stopping to show her bits about the trail and property. Reaching the top of a ridge, I come to a stop at the beginning of a small trail. “Here’s a nice spot. Can’t take the ATV up though.”

Elise gives me an amused look but says nothing, which I appreciate. I’d hate to ruin the surprise. “So how’d you get into the outdoors?” Elise asks as we go. “You seem totally at home here.”

“Guess being country’s always been in my blood,” I explain, smiling. “My dad would take me out, sometimes into the mountains. We’d go fishing, camping . . . Dad wasn’t a hunter, but we had fun. There was this lake up at Lucky Peak that I loved to go swimming in. We had some good times there.” I fall quiet, not really wanting to talk about my parents and their reaction to my ‘damn-fool’ career, so I decide to turn the questions back on her. “What about you?”

“Other than those six months with the Girl Scouts, I’ve never really spent a lot of time outdoors,” she admits, grinning. “I did a few nature walks when I was in college, but those were more parks than real nature. I mean, you could hear the cars if you listened hard enough. Not at all like this.”

“Well, check this out then,” I tell her as the path ends in the clearing. I found this place on my first trip up here, and as Elise takes it in, I can tell she’s just as enchanted as I was. “It’s the biggest reason I bought the cabin.”

“It’s . . . you’ve got a fairy forest,” Elise says, looking around. The trees here are all pines, shooting high into the sky and shadowing a lot of the clearing, and for just a moment, I can imagine sparkly little creatures fluttering between the branches, intent on making magic.

“I never thought of fairies before, but it is magical,” I agree. Taking her hand, I lead her on. “And up here is the best part.”

I don’t know how a creek this high up in the hills is able to form a pool, but it does, with a soft grass bank and half of the pool in the shade, the other half in the sun. “Have a seat. I’d say swim, but it’s a bit cold except in July and August.”

Elise sits down, letting me gather her in my arms as we lean back, my leg cocked to the side to let her press her body against me. “And you don’t live here all the time why?”

I laugh softly, brushing a lock of her hair away from her cheek and inhaling the soft aroma that is naturally Elise. “If I thought I could, I might. But Carsen needs good schools, and besides, if I were up here all the time, I’d have to have visitors, all that shit. Ruin the scene. So I save it . . . for special people and for special occasions.”

Elise turns, looking up at me and taking my hand. “Thank you. I know this is a crazy way to meet someone, but . . . I really am glad I followed you that day.”

“So that was you,” I confirm, chuckling. “Took me a while. Those sunglasses and wig are a hell of a disguise. So, how’s the story coming?”

Elise sighs, leaning back and I can hear the worry in her voice. “Good and bad. Part three is done, but Donnie insists on dirt for part four. I don’t think posing some archery shots is going to be enough.” She spits out in disgust. “Hell, I wouldn’t put it past Donnie to make up some random shit and publish it, and that’s exactly what you don’t want to happen, so we’ve got to come up with something. Got any ideas on a scandal I can give you that is juicy but won’t be too embarrassing?”

I look up to the blue sky, trying to think and hoping to find an answer in the clouds. Partying on tour? Too hard to keep up appearances this summer. Drinking and drugs? I don’t need that sort of attention. ”Hey, what if I had a girlfriend? I just keep her locked up in my love dungeon and never let her out.” I wrap Elise up tight in my arms, growling into the soft skin of her neck.

Elise giggles, wiggling away from the tickles of my nibbles. “I don’t think that’s the kind of thing you want getting out. Women would be lined up around the block for the Yes, Mr. Perkins experience.”

“Well shit, I don’t know, but we have all weekend to figure something out. For now, I have an idea.” I hold her tight again, nuzzling in her hair and taking in her sweet girl-sweat and sunshine scent.

But she twists in my arms, surprising me with a smack of a kiss before scurrying towards the pool. I know the first few feet are shallow and mostly sandy bank, and likely freezing, so when she drops down and dips her hands in with a glint in her eyes, I can fully read her intentions.

“You’d better not, Elise. That water’s fucking ice cold. You wouldn’t dare.” I warn her.

“Hell yes, I dare.” and with a whoop of delight, she throws handfuls of water to splash at me.

I hop up, charging at her like she waved a red flag in front of a bull, and she retreats into the knee-deep water, where I follow her, splashing her with my stomping steps. “You’ve done it now…” And I grab her, splashing her with the frigid water as we both laugh and shiver.

“Holy shitballs!” Elise yells. “It’s fucking cold!” But even as she complains about the water, she’s reaching down, tossing more my way.

I laugh, and for the next few minutes, it’s a water war of freezing proportions, both of us getting soaked but not caring in the least. Our calves and toes quickly numb, but the warm sun on our bodies helps. When we’re both breathless, dripping, and smiling, I help her back on the bank, laughing as I stroke her wet hair. “Truce, I won’t splash you anymore.”

“How about you let me drive back as a peace offering?” she asks. “Do that, and maybe I’ll let you join me for the warm-up shower.”

“Deal,” I reply, kissing her softly. This kiss feels different, like we’re not getting ready to fuck but just . . . foreplay. Her lips are tender and soft, and when her tongue touches my lip, I caress her tenderly, holding her close before pulling back. “Thank you for letting me share this with you.”

Elise takes it nice and slow, controlling the ATV on the ride back down, listening as I give her clues and point out where to turn. By the time we get back, the sun is getting low, which is great because we’ll have plenty of hot water for our showers.

Elise brakes and turns off the ATV, pulling off her helmet as she looks out at the golden valley below the cabin. “I keep getting my breath taken away. It’s beautiful,” she whispers.

“Not as beautiful as you,” I murmur, hugging her from behind. We watch the sun disappear behind the mountain, then push the ATV into the shed. I turn back to Elise in the fading light. “It’ll get chilly up here quickly now. I’ll grab some firewood, get that started for some heat while you wash up.”

“And what if I don’t want to wash up?” she asks, sassy again. In response, I come over and pull her close, growling lightly.

“I might just have to spank you,” I threaten. “Hard.”

Elise hums, pressing her breasts against my chest and squeezing me close. “I don’t know if you understand what punishment means . . . because that sounds exactly like what I wanted anyway.”

I hum, reaching down and cupping her ass, squeezing it as I whisper in her ear. "So you like it when I spank you? Hold you down and make your ass pink up so pretty for me?"

She bites back a moan, but I hear it even as she nods, grinding her hips forward to brush against my cock. Turning her around, I wrap a fistful of her hair around my hand, splaying my other on her belly as I lean down, nipping and sucking on her neck. Elise cups my head, holding me still. "Harder. Please . . . God, you make dirty feel so fucking good."

I nip her again, licking her skin and making her jump, pressing her ass against my now raging cock. "You want me to mark this pretty neck, leave bruises to show how well you've been fucked?"

She nods, and I have to give my lady what she wants, sucking harder and licking lines to find the next treasure spot to mark with my kiss. As I do, I grind my cock against her ass harder, finding a rhythm as I ride her through our clothes. Needing more . . . more skin, more contact, more of Elise surrounding me, I use my hold on her to walk toward the cabin, leading her inside.

“Sit,” I order as soon as we’re inside. “I wasn’t joking about how cold it’ll get. Once I'm in your pussy, I'm not going anywhere."

She sits, breathless and blushing, and I love that she looks like she's ready for me to take her, claim her any way I want. I quickly start a fire before turning to face her.

"Forget the shower. Show me your tits, Elise."

I expect her to pull her tank off, but instead, she stretches the neckline low, letting her tits pop up, the tank pushing them up like they’re being cradled on a serving platter for me to feast on. I pull my shirt off in response, showing her that while I might be in charge, we’re still equals. “Now touch your nipples, pinch them for me."

She looks at me from under her lashes, mouth already parted as she pants, wanting more. She reaches up and pinches her right nipple, rolling it between her finger and thumb and whimpering in desire.

I reach down, unbuttoning my jeans and sliding them down my hips a bit, my already hard cock tenting my boxer briefs. I slip my hand down, cupping myself through the thin fabric to show her the outline of my thickness. “Is this what you want?”

Elise whimpers again, the firelight starting to dance in her eyes as she nods. “Yes.”

“Then say it. I want to hear it from those sweet lips of yours.”

Elise’s knees spread on their own, and I can see the contours of her pussy lips against the wet fabric, her eyes dark with desire. “Please . . . I need to see your cock.”

“And what do you want to do with it?” I tease, toeing my boots off. “Do you want to suck it into that sassy mouth of yours?”

She nods, licking her lips. “I want to suck it, to choke on it . . . I want to feel it in my pussy . . . I want to feel you in my ass. I want you . . . everywhere.”

“Do you, now?” I ask, letting my jeans drop the rest of the way to the ground before stepping out of them. “Has anyone ever fucked your ass, Elise?” She shakes her head, but her eyes never leave my cock, her desire for me to claim her in every way written across her face. “And do you think your tight little virgin ass is ready for my thick, pulsing cock?”

Elise pinches her other nipple, gasping and replying breathlessly, “No . . . but I want it anyway.”

“I promise you . . . when you’re ready, I’m going to fill your ass and make you scream my name,” I rasp, hooking my thumbs in the waistband of my shorts. “But first, you need to get down to your panties. Fair’s fair.”

Elise scrambles to comply, nearly ripping her boots off to yank her tights down her long, sexy legs. My cock throbs watching her breasts bounce as she tumbles off the couch, kneeling in front of me before sitting back on her heels, looking up. “I can be very good,” she winks.

“I know,” I reply, teasing my underwear down some before stopping. “You do it. Suck my cock, baby.”

Elise’s eager hands pull my underpants down, my cock springing out to almost slap her in the tip of the nose. She’s so hungry for me. Grabbing a handful of her hair, I take control. “Open.”

As soon as her lips part, I feed my cock to her, deeper and deeper into her warm mouth. Elise moans, looking up at me as I start pumping my cock in and out of her lips, grinning. “I can see it in your eyes, Elise. Don’t try and fool me . . . you want to show me you’re the real boss here, don’t you? That you can make me lose control and come down your throat.”

“Mmm-hmm.” Elise vibrates around my shaft, reaching up and fondling my balls.

I growl, shoving my cock down her throat. Elise swallows, taking it all but gagging as I hold my cock buried in her throat. “Is this what you want? Want me to fuck your pretty lips, let your throat work me every time you swallow?”

She nods slightly, her movement inhibited by my hold on her hair. I pull back, pausing to let her breathe for a moment, but she’s already going back for more, so I fuck her mouth harder, pumping in and out as she tries her best to take me balls-deep with every stroke.

Still, I hold back, not hurting her but watching as she moans around me, her hands slipping down between her legs to start rubbing her panty-covered pussy.

“That’s it, baby . . . rub that sweet pussy for me and get it nice and wet, because I’m gonna fuck you all weekend long.” She cries out around my cock, and I see her hand move even faster, matching my punishing pace as I fuck her mouth. I’m already so damn close. “Elise . . .”

She looks up at me, and I hold her in place, tracing her pink lips with my head. “Do you want my cum inside you?”

Her tongue darts out to lick up the drop of precum already beading, her eyes answering my question. “Fuck, I want that too.” Pulling my cock away, I tug her to her feet, half dragging her to the couch before I bend her over the arm, letting go of her hair.

“Grab that cushion, and if you let go, I’m not going to spank your ass, and I know how much you want me to spank you, baby,” I tell her, getting behind her perfect, peach-shaped upturned ass. “God, you look fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Before Elise can reply, I smack her right ass cheek, watching it pink up as I kneel behind her. She gasps, her legs spreading, and I get a great view of her panty-covered pussy. Reaching up with both hands, I pull them down and toss them across the room, already forgotten as I bury my stiff tongue in her pussy.

“Fuck!” Elise screams as I lick her wet folds, sucking and slurping hungrily. She’s sweet and delicious, just what I need to quench the thirst inside me. “Keith, oh, fuck . . .”

I find the glistening jewel of her clit and lap at it with rapid little licks that leave her wiggling her hips as she chases me, desperate for release. Growling, I reach up and smack her ass, harder this time. “Don’t move or I stop.”

Elise freezes. I don’t think she even breathes as I tease her opening with first one finger, then two. I slowly slide the length of my fingers in and out, feeling her pussy squeeze around them as I go as deep as I can. “Hands. Elise, hold yourself open for me. Fuck, I need to see you taking my fingers in your tight little pussy.”

She does as I ask, pressing her cheek to the cushion and grabbing her ass to spread herself wide for my feasting. “Fuck, so pretty and wet for me . . . taking my fingers like you’re gonna take my cock.”

Slowly but powerfully, I finger fuck her pussy, letting the tip of my tongue skate across her clit, her lips, and up to her asshole. She whimpers, and I bite the fullness of her cheek before soothing it with my tongue. “It’s mine, Elise. And I’m going to lick and suck and fuck you anyway I want.”

I can’t see her face pressed down to the cushion, but I see her body relax as she presses herself to my tongue, ready for whatever I give her.

I curl my fingers inside her, pressing along the front wall and sucking hard on her clit. I feel vibrations start to course through her body, and its only seconds before she comes. “Keith!” she squeals, trying to stay still for me but overwhelmed. “Oh, fuck!”

She’s still convulsing around my fingers when I stand up, my cock pulsing with my racing heartbeat. Precum is oozing out, and I can’t wait to slam inside her, but I stroke myself a few times, coating my cock with the juices from my fingers as I memorize the sight before me. She’s so fucking gorgeous, waiting for me to fill her up. I can feel her soft lips pulsing, trying to suck me inside. “This is what you need, isn’t it? Take it, take my hard fucking cock balls-deep.”

I bury myself all the way in, our hips slapping together, and I grind inside her, feeling her pussy clench and relax as she adjusts to the fullness. “Fuck, Keith . . . I feel so full.”

I reach back and smack her ass again, seeing the pink handprint I leave behind. “Mmm . . . your ass looks so good when it’s red like this.”

Elise moans, her pussy squeezing even tighter around my cock in response to the smack. I pull back, slamming into her again and making her back arch up. Reaching around, I cup her breasts with one hand while grabbing her neck with the other. She freezes, looking back over her shoulder but not resisting as my fingers close around her throat.

“Trust me,” I whisper as I start pumping in and out of her. Elise shudders, her eyes never leaving mine as I stroke my cock faster and faster, our hips smacking together. Elise’s eyes sparkle, and I can feel her pulse all around me . . . in her pussy, under my thumb along her neck, and under my palm at her breast. With every beat, it urges me to go harder and give her more.

“Your pussy is fucking choking my cock,” I grit through clenched teeth. “This tight little pussy that’s mine now, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Elise cries out. “It’s yours. I’m yours. Give it to me, fuck me and give me everything you’ve got,” she says as her pussy gets impossibly tighter with every filthy word.

She reaches up to grab my wrist. For a moment, I think she’s going to try and pull away, but she instead pulls me tighter, urging me on.

I speed up, feeling her body start to quiver again, and I look in her eyes. “I can feel you’re close, Elise. Tell me.”

She shudders, her voice and body both begging “Please, Keith . . . I need to come. Can I?”

I growl. “Come for me, baby. All over my fat cock. Cover me with your sweet cream.”

My words are all Elise needs, and her fingernails tighten on my wrist, breaking the skin as she marks me too. Her eyes flutter as she pushes back, her pussy spasming around me as she starts to come again. I can’t hold out, and I barely pull out in time to spurt all over her beautiful ass, covering her in thick streams that gleam in the firelight. I collapse, rolling us to the floor with Elise in my arms.

We lie on the floor, the soft light from the stove illuminating the cabin, until a strange sound breaks the silence. “What was that?”

Elise giggles, blushing a bit. “Uhm . . . my tummy. I’m hungry.”

I laugh and sit up, helping her to sit with me. “Well then, I have plenty to feed you with. To start, how about some Dinty Moore beef stew?”

“Dinty Moore?” Elise asks, smirking. “And here I was thinking I was going to get three-star quality meals.”

“Hey, it reminds me of the better times with my dad,” I explain, helping her up. “And besides, it’s quick and filling because you’re gonna need your energy later. I’m just getting started.”