I had had mixed emotions as I had watched everyone leave my cabin. On one hand, I was glad to finally be rid of them— everyone except for Michelle, that is.
The kids had found a bunch of my wooden figurines and had started playing with them. They left them strewn across the floor and had even broken off the beak from one of the eagles that I hadn’t quite finished carving yet. It was one of those projects that I would work on absentmindedly while listening to talk radio. It was calming.
After they left, however, I disgustedly threw the broken figurine away. They had ransacked my kitchen and left a huge mess, not even attempting to clean up after themselves. Michelle was the only one who attempted to clean up. I saw her picking up a pile of hunting gear that one of the kids had knocked over and left strewn over the floor.
“Don’t worry about that,” I had said, gently taking an arrow from her hand. “You don’t have to clean this up. I’ll get it.”
“Are you sure?” she asked skeptically, still clutching the gear.
Nodding so hard that I probably resembled a bobble head doll, I said, “Yes, I’m sure. You sit down and take a load off. You are a guest in my home.”
She reluctantly said, “Thank you,” and tried to make herself comfortable on one of the couches. She looked uneasy though, throwing worried glances at the pile still sitting on the floor. She obviously didn’t like a messy environment.
I kicked the pile into a closet and closed the door, hoping that she would forget about my pile of junk and go back to smiling and being happy… just like she had been for most of the day. She told everyone that she was fine after falling, but I still caught glimpses of her wincing when she shifted her weight the wrong way on her right knee.
I wished that I could take her into my bedroom and draw her a hot bath so that she could soak all the pain away. Having that thought right now made me start remembering what she looked like completely naked and getting excited to see her body again.
Her large, supple breasts were amazing, so soft to the touch and bouncy. I loved to kiss them, rub them, and suck on them. I could see her body writhing with pleasure as I carefully caressed her and inserted my fingers one by one into her beautiful, juicy pussy, and fucked her with my hand until her sweet juices soaked the bed beneath her.
It had been such a long time since I’d even thought of a woman this way. And now that I had met Michelle, I couldn’t imagine ever looking at another one that way again. What the fuck is she doing to my heart? I thought. It was something even stronger than what she was doing to my cock.
I kept staring at her ample breasts when she was at my cabin. The easy way that she laughed made them rise and fall in such an inviting way. I had loved seeing what they looked like underneath her clothes. I loved watching her undress, letting them free from their confinement of her bra. They looked perky and robust.
Now, I pulled out my cock and began rubbing on the head, becoming harder by the second. I thought about what it felt like when I entered her soft, moist pussy. I stroked my firm cock, lubing it up with my spit.
My hand glided up and down the shaft of my dick, exciting me so much that little drops of precum began to seep up, serving to further lubricate my throbbing pole. I pictured her riding me, her wide hips rotating on top of me as she moved faster and faster. My dick began to sputter, shooting cum into a stream upward like a geyser.
The explosion was so sudden that I almost jumped out of bed and I came long and hard. A calm washed over me, and I immediately felt drowsy. After a few minutes my eyelids became so heavy that I knew I couldn't hold them open any more. I fell into a restful sleep-- happy and satisfied.
I woke up the next morning with such a start. The sun shone through my bedroom window, the hues of orange and yellow streaking across the wall, casting a shadow through the vertical blinds which were partially opened. I could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, bolting out of bed.
I remembered that today was the day that I was spending with Michelle. Before she left we exchanged numbers and this had been our conversation:
Michelle: Hey, it's Michelle!
Me: Hey Michelle! Thanks for texting me. I’m saving your number in my phone.
Michelle: Okay. Great. I can't wait to hang out tomorrow.
Me: Me, too. What time do you wake up in the morning?
Michelle: Around 6 a.m.
Me: Okay. I want us to spend as much time together as possible. Is 7 a.m. enough time for you to be ready?
Michelle: Yes, that would be great. Plus, nobody will be up at that time, so it will be easier for me to leave the house without getting distracted by the kids.
Me: Okay great! Text me the address and I will be there to get you at 7 a.m. sharp.
Just thinking about those messages made me smile at the thought that she was looking forward to seeing me again. I looked at my clock. It was 6:40.
I quickly splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. I cursed myself for masturbating because I was sure it had been the reason I had slept so soundly that I hadn’t heard my alarm that I had set for 5:30 a.m.
I ran around the room looking for the cleanest pair of jeans I could find. It had been weeks since I had bothered to do any laundry, so I knew that I would be lucky to find a pair that was clean. I settled for a pair of jeans that were frayed at the cuff. They weren't exactly clean, but at least there weren’t any stains on them that I could physically see.
I pulled them on with a plaid button up shirt that I had never worn. I thought that it looked presentable. I didn't have very many nice clothes since I spent so much time out hunting and in the cabin.
Usually, I figured that there was no one for me to talk to let alone get all dressed up for. But today was different. I wanted to look my best to impress Michelle.
I jumped in my truck and texted Michelle, letting her know that I was on my way. I didn't wait to get her response back and barely waited for the truck to warm up before barreling out of my driveway in the direction I programmed on the GPS.
Darren's place… I was curious to see where I would end up. Even though we technically were neighbors, the nearest cabin was miles away. One of the reasons that I wanted to have my cabin built in the mountains was because the houses were so far apart. When I came to look for a place to build, I remember struggling hard to see if I could spot another house.
I knew that it was going to be somewhat of a drive to get to Darren's house. I turned on the radio, trying to listen for a weather report. We had been having unseasonably warm weather and today was no different. The forecast was in the high 40s with plenty of sunshine.
I smiled at the thought of how the beautiful weather would be the perfect backdrop for a hike in the mountains. I wanted everything to be perfect.
"GPS signal lost," came the computerized woman's voice from the dashboard. My heart sank a little as I drove on, hoping that the signal would reconnect and let me arrive to Darren's cabin sooner rather than later.
After a few minutes of driving and still no GPS, I pulled over on the side of the road so that I could look at the address that Michelle had texted me. I pulled a map out of the glove compartment and found the street on it. I ran my finger along the path on the map that I needed to take, tossed the map on the passenger's seat, put the car in drive, and pulled off.
I followed the winding road through the trees, taking in the beautiful mountainside scenery. There was a quiet calm that settled over this place that gave it a mystical feel. It was so quiet and secluded that you could almost imagine that you were in a completely different world.
The pine trees lining the road were massive with branches that reached up to the heavens. The light dusting of snow that covered each tree gave it a nostalgic feeling that I often associated with wintertime.
I was so caught up in the scenery that I almost missed the cabin that was neatly nestled among a cluster of pine and fir trees. The single wisp of smoke escaping from the chimney made the cabin look very warm and homey. It was a beautiful, massive cabin resembling something that you might see in Architectural Digest.
The gravel of the driveway crunched as my tires drove towards the cabin. There were several cars parked off to the side of the driveway. I had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself. I could feel my heart beginning to palpitate as anxiety set in.
Get yourself together, I told myself, shaking my head as if that would help me to shake off the nervous feeling that was climbing up from my belly and threatening to choke me. I felt like a kid going to pick his date up for Prom instead of a grown man here to spend the day with a mature, beautiful woman.
I pulled up to the front door and threw the truck into park. I was just on time— luckily, as I wouldn’t have wanted to be late for our first official “date.” I took a few more deep breaths before hopping out of the car and walking up to the front door. I got ready to knock but stopped.
I breathed into the palm of my hand and smelled it, making sure that I didn't have bad breath before talking to Michelle. That would really fucking suck. I had been able to quickly brush my teeth before rushing out of the cabin, and although I was afraid I had done too quick of a job, it appeared that all was fine.
Before I could knock, the door swung open and Michelle was standing there.
"Whoa!" I said, taking a couple of steps backward, tripping down the steps and almost landing on my back.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" said Michelle, rushing down the steps toward me. "Are you okay?"
Her face crinkled into a frown. I could see that she was genuinely worried.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, embarrassed. I hoped that this wasn't an indication of how our day was going to go.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. It's just that I've been kind of hiding out in the foyer so that none of the kids would spot me. It would be a lot harder to leave if they had seen me once they woke up. So I decided to come out onto the porch and wait for you, not knowing that you were here yet."
"It's okay," I answered. "I rushed over here. I overslept and didn't hear my alarm. Then my GPS wasn’t working but, you know, that’s what good old fashioned maps are for."
I wasn't about to tell her that the reason that I overslept was because I had masturbated myself into a blissful hibernation.
"Well, I’m glad you found the place," she said, smiling sweetly. "Shall we get going?"
"Absolutely," I said, extending the crook of my arm to her.
She graciously took my arm and walked the few paces to the truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her step up into the truck.
Michelle had a huge smile on her face and was blushing. I followed her gaze to the window on the second floor of the cabin and saw Monica standing there, sporting one of the cheesiest grins that I'd ever seen, and giving the thumbs up sign.
"So much for leaving undetected," said Michelle, covering her face with embarrassment.
I laughed. She uncovered her face and looked over at me, smiling. Her smile made her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
"You're so incredibly beautiful," I said.
"Thank you. You are so sweet," she said, leaning over to land a peck on my cheek.
It sent a surge of electricity through my body. She leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile smeared on her face. I started the car and backed out of the driveway.
We rode in silence the rest of the way, but it was a comfortable silence, full of us locking eyes from time to time and smiling. She looked as happy to see me as I was to see her. That alone gave me all the reassurance that I needed.
I had a feeling that I was in for a real adventure.