The smell of pancakes wafting through the air woke me up the next morning. I stretched and opened my eyes. It took me a minute to remember where I was. Once I did, I began smiling at the thought of the night before. I wished that I had been able to stay in bed with Michelle. She was so beautiful, all of her… inside and out! She had such a sweetness about her that I wanted to be around her all of the time. The way that her smile went all the way to her eyes when she looked at me… this made me want to make her smile every day.
"Send a plate of pancakes to my office, honey," said Darren, a few paces outside the door of the guest room that I was in. I could tell that it was a room that they hardly used, except for possibly for storage. The plastic for the mattress was still on covering it. There was a sheet set and comforter folded on the bed.
"I would have made the bed," said Hope when she led me to the room at the end of the hallway. "I just didn't think that anyone was going to be using this room. If you want, I can make the bed for you."
She moved toward the bed and started to put the fitted sheet on a corner of the mattress.
I grabbed her hand and looked in her eyes.
"It's okay," I said, smiling. "I can handle it. I'm a big boy."
She smiled at me gratefully. She had been such a gracious hostess. Darren was very lucky to have found Hope. I felt like Michelle was my shot at having an amazing woman in my life… just like Hope was. But I knew that the chances of us being able to be together were slim… we simply lived too far apart. I resigned myself to enjoy the fleeting moments that we were having here. I only hoped that I would have another chance to have sex with her. My dick began to rise at the mere thought.
I could still smell her on me. I basked in her intoxicating aroma that covered me. She smelled and tasted unlike any woman that I had ever experienced. I wondered if it had anything to do with her being a virgin.
I got up and splashed some water on my face before making my way into the kitchen. There were already people sitting around the table, shoveling heaping spoons full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs into their eager mouths. The clanking of plates and the scraping of forks against plates accented the kitchen. Hope's mother carried large platters of food from the counter to the tables. She was an older woman and the trays were so big that I thought that she was going to tip over trying to carry them.
"Here, let me help you," I said, walking over to help. Had I not, I was sure the tray of eggs were going to hit the floor.
"Always the gentlemen," said Monica, smiling at me over a glass of mimosa.
"I didn't want to see a perfectly good plate of eggs to hit this beautiful marble floor. It would be such a shame and a waste of food. I'm a growing boy and I need my energy."
There was a smattering of chuckles as a few looked up and acknowledged my attempt at humor. I sat down at the table and began serving myself. The food was delicious, and I had worked up quite an appetite last night with Michelle. I looked around the kitchen for her but saw that she hadn't joined us yet.
"Anyone seen Michelle yet this morning?" asked Monica, eyeing me. "I think someone might be looking for her."
"Who?" asked Harlow, coming up for air from his plate, with a bit of eggs and bacon falling out his mouth onto the table. Once he realized that Monica had been referring to me, he simply said, "Oh," and went back to demolishing the plate of food that sat in front of him.
"Well, she had better wake up soon," said Whitney, putting a spoon of food into her baby's mouth that was balancing on one leg. The baby made a face as if he didn't like the food and attempted to spit it out. Whitney plugged the baby’s nose and waited, encouraging him to swallow the food. After a few seconds, the toddler decided that it just wasn't worth the fight and swallowed, only to be greeted with yet another spoonful of the green goo that Whitney was feeding him.
"Yeah, we've got to start packing soon so that we can be ready to head back early tomorrow. I have clients that have been sending me emails and leaving voicemails that I've been ignoring. I really need to get back home so that I can handle my business."
My heart sank as I thought about the fact that Michelle would be leaving the next day. That meant I only had the day to spend with her.
"Speak of the devil..."said Monica, turning her attention toward the hallway. Michelle sauntered toward us. It was like she was walking in slow motion. Her kind eyes and sweet smile melted my heart. I knew that I was staring at her, but I didn't care. She was so beautiful, I wanted to take in every last moment that I could with her.
"Good morning, all," said Michelle. Even though she had made the greeting to everyone, the way that her eyes were locked on mine told me that she was really talking to me.
"Good morning," I replied. She sat down at the table across from where I sat.
"How did you sleep?" I asked her.
"Good," was all she said, putting her head down and trying to hide the smile that was creeping up to the corner of her mouth. Her face was turning bright red. She looked sexy even when she was embarrassed.
She made a small plate of food and ate it meticulously. She wiped her mouth with a linen napkin between each bite and delicately dabbed the corners of her mouth. She looked like a work of art, like a masterpiece meant to hang in some of the world's best galleries. I wanted to gush right there at the breakfast table and tell her how sexy she was and tell her that I wanted to lay her across the table and ravish her body. But I knew that would not have been appropriate at all, so I settled on a wink and a smile.
"I don't know about you all," said Monica. "But I only get one vacation a year and it's not over yet. So I'm going to make sure that I enjoy every bit of it. Anyone care to join me?"
Monica held up a pack of playing cards and waved them around the room. Everyone looked at each other hesitantly.
"Okay," said Harlow. "I don't see the harm in a couple of hands of cards. It's not like you can win against me anyway."
"I can win against you if you aren't cheating!" yelled Monica, pointing an accusatory finger in his direction. Harlow made a face like he was an innocent angel and didn't know what Monica was talking about.
"We all know that Harlow is a sore loser," said Whitney, laughing lightly. "But I'm down for a few hands of cards."
"Good," said Monica. "Michelle, Elijah, care to join us?"
"I really should be getting back." I began, shifting uncomfortably in my chair.
"Oh, stop it," said Monica, coming over to the table and grabbing my hand. "You only live once and we are leaving tomorrow anyway. You might as well enjoy the day. The way that you guys describe life out here it seems like it might be a long time before you saw another person."
Little did she know, I hoped that I didn't have to see any other people for a long time. Except Michelle. I wished that I could see her every day.
Michelle was so cute the way that she sat up straight at the table, sorting her hand. She had the most serious face as she stared at her cards and everyone else at the table. She guarded her hand close to her chest, looking like the cat who swallowed the canary as she sat back, chuckling. She looked much like a villain in a movie, like she had some evil secret. I was immensely amused by her and didn't hide my amusement.
"I don't know what I should be more afraid of," I said, playfully. "Losing this card game or the maniacal plot that Michelle must be unraveling over there. I'm shaking in my boots."
"You should be," said Michelle, glaring at me playfully over her hand of cards.
"Drew, you need to share your toys," said Whitney, keeping a careful eye on the children playing with a toy train on the kitchen floor. Bryant tried to push one of the cars of the train behind Drew. But Drew would sigh exasperatedly and tell Bryant that he couldn't play with his toys. Bryant crossed his arms, stuck out his bottom lip, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"But, I don't wanna share my toys! They're mine and I want to keep them all to myself."
Drew's little arms flailed at his side as he punched out each word. He was visibly upset by his mother's words and the thought of having to share his toys with this new stranger.
"Drew, I understand that you don't want to share your toys. But, don't you think that Bryant wants to play with toys, too? It would be very nice of you if you would let him play with you."
"I DON'T WANNA! I DON'T WANNA! I DON'T WANNA!" Drew threw himself to the ground and started kicking and screaming.
"That's it!" said Whitney, getting up from the table and walking over to where Drew lay on the ground convulsing. "If you don't stop acting so rude, I'm going to take your toys away and you won't get them back until after we get back home. Is that what you want?"
Drew slowed the kicks and then finally stopped. His screams came to a halt as well, and were replaced by whimpering and sniffles.
"No," he said quietly.
"Well then, I suggest that you get up, stop throwing a fit and learn to share your toys. What do you say?"
Drew stood up, wiping his tears and snot away on his sleeve. He faced her, looking like he was thinking about her offer.
"Okay," he finally said after a few minutes. Drew walked over to where Bryant sat on the floor, looking dejected. He handed Bryant a toy car that was a part of the train.
"Thank you," said Bryant loudly, snatching the car from Drew. Drew smiled and walked back to the car that he had been playing with. In no more than few minutes the boys were making up a story about a runaway train and were sliding all over the kitchen floor. When they went under the table, we lifted out legs to give them room to go underneath like it was some sort of tunnel.
Everyone seemed relaxed and happy.
"Let's start getting things packed up so that we can get back on the road," said Harlow, hoping to attention and heading down the hall to the bedrooms.
"Well, wait a minute," said Monica, a look on her face like she was up to something. "Why don't we all go for one more walk before we head back. This is the first time in a good while that everyone has been able to get out here for a visit. We are all reconnecting and it has been a great trip. The fresh air is good for all of us. Who's down for one last walk?"
Monica scanned the faces of everyone excitedly. We all agreed that it would be good to go outside for another walk. Everyone except Jensen's 16-year-old daughter, Bridget.
"Ugh!" she cried out, stomping out of the kitchen down the hallway. "I never get to do what I want! I'm ready to go home and be around actual people!" An uncomfortable silence permeated the room. No one wanted to tell Jensen that his daughter was insufferable. Just in my short stay in the house, I could tell by her constant whining and complaining that she had been a huge source of frustration. Jensen made a comment the night before about her.
"Where's Bridget?" asked Hope, coming to join us in the living room where we sat laughing, talking, and enjoying each other's company.
"Oh, she's somewhere holed up in a room."
"Awe. She should come join us."
Jensen shook his head so hard.
"Just let her do what she's doing. She's not bugging me, her sister, or anyone else. At times I find that it's better to leave her alone than to include her in things."
I felt sorry for the guy. The poor sap didn't seem to know the first thing about raising girls, let alone a teenager. The bags under his eyes and the way that his shoulders slouched over spoke of many sleepless nights worried about his daughters. I didn't envy that at all. I wondered if he was going to force her to join us, but didn't have too much time to give it thought.
"I'll stay back with Bridget," said Michelle. "It can be hard being a teenager and trying to adjust to things. I'll stay back with her and that way Hope and Darren can join everyone on the walk. I'll take care of things around here."
Everyone looked at each other with secret smiles.
"And Elijah, why don't you stay here with Michelle. You know, just to protect her from all dangers… and… help her in any way possible," Monica said while winking at me. I looked at her confused. Did she know about Michelle and I? I couldn't be sure.
I glanced over at Michelle to see how she felt about me staying behind with her. She looked at me with dreamy eyes, moving around the kitchen to clear away the dishes from breakfast. I loved the way that she just pitched right in and made herself comfortable wherever she was at. I couldn't wait to spend some more time with her. Alone.
The families shuffled around the house looking for articles of clothing needed to get outside for their walk. It was practically comical to see the way that they called out for forgotten items, flinging loose socks and shoes back and forth. They loaded up on layers of clothes until they looked puffy. I had to stifle laughter as I watched them waddle out the door looking like they had put on every article of clothing that they owned. The ones too little to walk were carried in the carriers on the chests of their fathers, their cute little feet dangling in front of them. It was such an adorable sight, it almost made me wish that I had my own. I looked over at Michelle and saw that she had a longing look on her face. Could she be thinking the same thing that I was?
Michelle helped the kids to get on their coats, hats, gloves and scarves. They really loved her and it showed in the way that they clung to her. It practically seemed like the children responded better to Michelle than they did to their own parents. I guessed that the years of her working as a nanny had helped her to know exactly how to work with children and connect with them. It was something I loved to watch.
"Ms. Michelle, are you coming with us?" asked one of the children with a pasty white face, his nose already red and runny.
"No, I'm going to stay here. I'll be here when you get back," she said, ruffling his hair.
Everyone filed out the door. Michelle waved goodbye and shut the door. She turned around and looked at me with a naughty smile. I licked my lips and smiled. I walked over to where she stood in front of the door and put my hands around her waist. I looked into her deep blue eyes and felt a warmness within me.
"Let me go check on Bridget," said Michelle, the smile disappearing from her face and being replaced with a look of worry. She brushed past me down the hallway in the direction of the room that Bridget had been staying in. She emerged after a few minutes, closing the door behind her.
"She's fine," she said, a look of relief on her face. Her nurturing, caring nature added to her natural beauty.. Watching how gentle and kind she was a huge turn on. I wanted to take her right there on the floor and fuck her silly. I tried to think of a way for us to be alone in the house. I remembered that there was a balcony upstairs and had a great idea. I was excited just thinking of the idea… to be alone together and deep inside of her. I had to act on it. My dick was pressing up against my trousers.
"Hey, come with me," I told her, grabbing her hand.
"Where are we going?" she asked, confused.
"You'll see," I said, hurrying to the stairs. The stair case winded up to another floor with peaked ceilings. Our footsteps echoed as we walked hurriedly up the stairs. Once we reached the second floor, I walked up to a pair of doors and flung them open, letting in a cold, stiff breeze. Michelle bristled, wrapping her arms around herself to protect from the cold. I stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. The cold was jarring, but the sun was bright and high, shining down on the shimmering snow, glistening like diamonds over the mountain terrain.
"It's really beautiful out her, isn't it?" asked Michelle.
"Yeah," I said, leaning down to nuzzle her neck. She smelled heavenly, like a bed of flowers. Standing there holding her made my heart speed up. Now I was getting really horny.
"I want to fuck you out here," I told her, starting to grind my hardened dick on her ass. I reached around and squeezed her breast. Her nipples were hard.
"I don't know," she said, grinding right back on me. "They probably won't be gone for very long."
I started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned. Then smiling a bit devilishly she says.
"Well… maybe we can do something really fast"
I was so ready and didn't waste another second. I pulled her pants down, exposing her soft, voluptuous ass. I leaned her over. I pulled out a condom, opened a corner of it with my teeth, and slipped it over my dick. I spit on my palm and rubbed it on my dick and forced my dick into her pussy. She yelled, gripping the railing of the balcony to hold herself up. I held onto her hips and pumped hard and fast. She pushed back, letting moans escape her throat. The wind circled us, prickling our skin. Her pussy swallowed every inch of my pole and I could already feel that this was going to be a quicky. I was already so horny before we started I knew this fuck would be fast and furious. The way that she was thrusting her wet pussy back and forth on my dick while bouncing vigorously, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I began fucking her faster and felt the explosion coming before it happened. I squeezed her hips and ass as I came, bracing myself as my semen poured out of me.
Michelle pulled up her pants, spun around, and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"That was fun," she said, her hot breath warming my freezing lips and cheeks.
"It really was," I said, gasping to catch my own breath. We heard voices in the distance and looked out and saw the homeowners heading back toward the house.
"Oh shit!" said Michelle, struggling to fix her clothes and hair. "Let's go downstairs and try to act natural."
I fixed my clothes and quickly followed.