Chapter 11
She had been laying on her side. Her body was warm under the downy blanket, facing away from the warm fire. She opened her eyes. She could still see the amber glow from the fireplace casting shadows on the wall in front of her. She saw his shadow appear against the wall—large and hulking, almost imposing. The shadow lowered.
She could feel him slip under the covers with her. She remained motionless. She thought of this moment; wanted it to occur, yet she thought she would be afraid if it happened. She wasn’t. She yearned for him. Vandy felt a large hand lightly touching her stomach. He allowed it to rest on her belly, making no move to caress her skin. She placed her hand on top of his and moved it to her lower belly, gently pushing his hand to stroke her skin—it was a sensation she had not felt in a long time.
With her hand on top of his, she moved it down her belly, slipping underneath her thermal bottoms. She pushed his hand further down. She remained still as his fingers roamed freely until they found the right spot between her legs. She resisted the urge to moan with pleasure as his thick fingers began to gently rub the folds of her flesh, causing them to swell and moisten. She remained motionless.
She felt his lips touch her just below her ear. His breath was hot. He began to kiss her neck ever-so-gently as his fingers began to move more rapidly. His kisses only hastened how quickly she was becoming wet. She tried to suppress her movement but she couldn’t. She let out a breath and a tiny moan of pleasure escaped her lips. The tiny sound only served to excite him. She could now feel his body spooning her. She moved her hips to the match the motion of his fingers. Her buttocks touched him and she could feel that he was hard. He continued to kiss her neck, more passionately than before.
She moaned again, this time more audibly. He responded by quickening the pace with his finger movement. She was literally dripping now and moving her hips more and more.
She used her right hand to reach around and touch his manhood, discovering it was fully erect and now out of his pants. She stroked its length with her hand as he continued to rub her. She heard him breathing and moaning with delight at her touch. Unable to stand it any longer she took her hand off him and used it to pull her pants down in the back.
She instantly felt his warm hardness against her naked buttocks. He rubbed himself all over her bare bottom. She moaned again, this time louder as he continued to rub his swollen member on the soft white flesh of her behind. She wanted him. She touched his manhood again wrapping her fingers around it; squeezing it; stroking it; and then gently guiding it inside her. She gasped with pleasure and then drew a breath, holding it as the full length of it slid easily into her. He moved his hand away and slid it up her shirt onto the soft flesh of her right breast. Her nipples were erect. He nibbled at her ear and took the lobe of it into his mouth as he continued to move slowly in and out of her from behind.
The motion of her hips and his alternated as he slid deeply in and out of her; slowly at first; then more quickly. His enormous hand was now gently caressing her breasts, first the left, then moving to her right. He rolled his fingers over her nipples. The motion was bringing her close to orgasm.
Her breathing became heaving and steadier.
He moaned; her breathing matched his.
She ached for him; he for her.
She was closer to orgasm.
Closer; closer; almost there.
She was ready to explode. She gasped loudly just before her climax, and then…
She heard thunder crashing outside and the wind beating against the roof again.
The thunder startled her.
She sat up suddenly, reaching behind her.
Sam was not there.
After a few seconds, her disorientation turned into reality—disappointment.
It had all been a dream.
She was still breathing heavily.
Holy shit, she thought. She had not had a dream like that for many years. She reached down and touched herself. One thing that was not a dream was how wet she was.
She wondered if she had cried out in her sleep. She looked up and saw that Sam was nowhere to be seen. In fact, he didn’t appear to be in the cabin at all. She saw the fire had diminished. He must have gone out for more firewood, she thought.
She looked at her watch. She had been asleep for about 35 minutes and there was no sign the storm was slowing.
She had to pee again.
“Sam,” she called out. “Cowboy!”
There was no answer.
She pulled off the covers and tried to stand. She had almost forgotten about her leg; the discomfort had subsided as she slept. She felt a spasm of pain rifling up her leg but it was not as bad as before. The bathroom was only about fifteen feet away. The pain meds were working pretty well.
She stood and limped forward, putting as little pressure on the injured leg as possible. She reached the door and opened it. That’s when she heard the shower running.
She saw Sam through the clear glass of the shower stall, made only modestly translucent by the steam of the shower. This was no dream, His back was to her and he showed no sign that he was aware of her presence. She looked away and began to close the door, but couldn’t resist looking again. He looked incredible naked. There were some burn marks on his back but they were lighter and minimal. What was more obvious were the healed over surgical scars on his back, his hip, the back of one knee and his ankle. This man had been under the knife many times, she thought. He must have been through hell and back. None of it, however, detracted from his physical attributes which were toned to perfection. His shoulders were magnificent. Her eyes roamed down the length of his back, down to his firm buttocks and over his enormous rock hard perfectly shaped thighs and calves.
He had been soaping his hair but she saw that he was beginning to turn toward her. She could see that soap covered his face; his eyes were closed. He had not seen her. She doubted he heard her. She knew she was violating his privacy and knew she should close the door and move away, but she felt frozen in place, unable to move, unable to take her eyes off him.
She saw that the burn marks extended down the left side of his left leg. He paused suddenly, making her wonder if he was somehow aware that she was there.
Suddenly embarrassed, she closed the door as gently as possible and hobbled back to her bed.
She checked her watch again. Would this storm ever end? Time seemed to be suspended in the small cabin. She had been there just a few hours, but it had felt like an eternity.