It had been a very long time since any man had touched me. In fact, it had been such a long time that I was straining to remember the last time that I had been with a man. I remembered a one-night stand two years ago. It was a guy named Sean that my friend Sara from college had hooked me up with. She had been dating his friend, so it was a double date. He and I didn’t seem to really connect. It felt like we were on a date with them as awkward observers. He barely said more than a handful of words to me. Among those words was the question, “So, do you wanna have sex?” And I had been so bored and lonely at the time I agreed. The sex was okay. Definitely nothing to write home about. Certainly unmemorable.
Had it really been that long?
Despite the length of time that it had been since I had been with anyone, my imagination ran rampant with vivid ideas of what I wanted Elijah to do to me.
Sometime after we would get to the cabin, he would ask me to follow him to another room saying that he had something special that he wanted to show me. Not thinking, I would follow him into a secluded part of the cabin. He would slowly close the door with a look of mischief on his face.
“What did you want to show me?” I would ask innocently.
He would slowly take off his flannel button down shirt, never taking his gaze off of me. Once his solid chest and firm muscles were in full view, he would tell me, “I want to show you exactly how many ways that I can make you cum.”
His deep, brooding eyes would send a message loud and clear. I envisioned him taking me in his muscular arms, holding me easily around my waist. It was like I could feel his wiry beard tickling my cheeks as he kissed me passionately. I could almost hear his voice, thick with desire confessing how much he wanted me.
I imagined that he would lay me down gently on a thick carpeted floor. He would undress me slowly, looking over every inch of my curvy frame with an intense hunger. I imagined him caressing my breasts tenderly, carefully rolling my nipples in his calloused hands. He would take them into his mouth like sweet fruit. My nipples were getting hard at the thought of it.
I saw him picking me up and squeezing his hard dick into my wet pussy, slamming up against the wall with each thrust of his hips. I would bounce up and down on his dick, him sliding in and out of me easily.
“You feel so good,” he would repeat over and over, grabbing me around my neck to try holding me in place.
The thought of him striking a delicate balance between soft and rough turned me on even more.
My pussy started to get wet at the thought of him slowly slipping each of his thick fingers into my juicy pussy. I could almost feel each digit enter me, one by one, stretching my tight pussy open while I gripped on for dear life. I imagined him putting his bearded face between my legs and hungrily lapping up every drop of sweet nectar.
Watching the way that he walked ahead of us taking each step with firm confidence, it turned me on so much. Apparently, someone else noticed me watching him.
“Someone has a crush,” sang Monica, Ramsey’s wife, quietly so that only I could hear.
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” I said, trying to keep a straight face.
Monica slapped her knee and laughed hard.
“I have no idea who you are trying to fool, but you sure aren’t fooling me. It’s so obvious that you have a thing for him.”
I was so shocked and embarrassed that I couldn’t find the words to respond to her.
“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s obvious that he has the hots for you too. Do you notice how he keeps looking back at you?”
I did notice but I wasn’t about to clue her in on the fact that I had.
“No, I hadn’t,” I lied.
“Well, he is. This may be a really good thing for the both of you.”
Monica whistled loudly, getting everyone’s attention.
“Hey guys. Why don’t we go on down to Elijah’s cabin for a little while? I think that it would be a great change of pace, right?”
“I don’t see why not,” said Ramsey, following his wife’s lead.
“I can think of a whole lot of reasons why that’s not a good idea,” said Harlow, folding his arms.
“Now Harlow,” I said. “Don’t be like that. Besides, it might be good for you to get into a different atmosphere from time to time.”
“Maybe, but this definitely is not the type of environment that I want to be in that’s for sure.”
“No problem” I said, pushing ahead of Harlow. “You can just stay here and the rest of us will go on to Elijah’s cabin. Wait for us here. We should be back after a couple of hours.”
The look of fear that crossed Harlow’s face caught everyone off guard. He was always so macho and never showed real emotion. It was practically refreshing to see that he did have feelings.
His brothers jumped at the chance to tease him about it.
“Awwwww little brother! Are you still scared of the dark,” said Ramsey in a voice like he was talking to a baby.
Darren and Jensen laughed loudly, pushing Harlow back and forth between them as they made fun of him being afraid.
“Knock it off guys,” said Harlow, pushing them back.
“Yeah, knock it off,” continued Ramsey. “We would hate for the wittle baby to go potty on himself all the way out here in the woods without a change of clothes.”
This got a chuckle from everyone in the group.
Harlow turned away trying to hide his face which was becoming more red by the minute.
“I’m not afraid at all. I was just thinking about the fact that we have been having a great time so far and we wouldn’t want to ruin that by being in the wrong company,” said Harlow, sending daggers with his eyes at Elijah. I grimaced at how uncomfortable Harlow was making things.
“Well good thing we are all on the same page and want this awesome day to continue being awesome. I guess it’s a good thing that we ran into Elijah out here and he was kind enough to open his home up to us.”
I smiled at Elijah. He smiled back. He looked at me like he was grateful for me speaking up. And while I was fine with my role as peacemaker, I couldn’t help but wonder why Harlow seemed so bitter when it came to Elijah. He seemed like a pretty stand-up guy. He definitely was hot that’s for sure.
I wondered what it would have been like to fall behind the rest of the group a little bit and have a little sexy fun in the woods. With him living out in the woods and favoring outdoor activities like hunting, I’d bet that he was adventurous in other areas too. I could imagine him pushing me up against a tree, making the bark scrape against my cheek while he fumbled to get my pants down. Fishing out his throbbing, hard dick, he would enter me forcefully, keeping his balance by holding onto my waist. I could almost feel him pulling me back onto him, slamming me against his solid frame so hard that we would have to work hard to keep from falling. He would lean his body into me until his mouth was on my ear. Gray clouds of smoke would billow around my face and he would growl with ecstasy as he would slip in and out of my eager pussy, filling me to the brim, going deeper and deeper as his fat dick opened me, caressing my pussy. His large strong hands would cup my ass as he would ram his dick into me faster and faster.
I gulped hard and had to cross my legs because my secret fantasy was turning me on so much. I wanted to take Elijah behind the nearest tree and make my fantasy a reality.
The next thing I knew my toe hit a rock or a stick and I was face planting into the snow.
“Oh my God! Michelle! Are you okay?” asked Monica, running to where I lay rolling around in the snow. I landed hard on my right side and now it was screaming with pain. But more than that, I was completely embarrassed that I had been so lost in my thoughts about Elijah that I hadn’t been paying attention to where I had been walking.
I stood to my feet telling everyone that I was okay.
I was okay for the most part. I still felt a sharp pain in my knee when I put weight on it. But, maybe this was my punishment for having too much fun out here in the woods when I should have been focused on the reason I was out here anyway: my job. I was out having adventures in the woods like I didn’t have a care in the world.
“Why the long face?” asked Monica, pouting and nudging me with her elbow at the same time. We were all walking at a decent pace, but Michelle’s question made everyone slow down to catch a glimpse of me.
“Oh no I’m okay. Really. To be completely honest, I am feeling guilty about being out here frolicking in the woods while Whitney stayed behind to look after the little ones. I’m starting to think that maybe I should have stayed behind with her.”
“Aw, honey! Don’t feel that way! Whitney really wanted you to come out here. She said it so many times. If she had needed you to stay behind with her I’m sure that she would have said so,” said Monica reassuringly.
“Oh, believe me,” said Harlow. “If my wife wanted anything right now and felt like she wasn’t getting it, she would be a complete dragon lady to all of us until she got it. And besides, there was no way that her pregnant self could have made it a yard let alone as far as we have come. Michelle, you have been a ray of positivity in this experience and I’m certainly glad that you decided to come along. My lovely wife on the other hand, may not have made it such a pleasant experience.”
“Well, maybe if you’d stop knocking her up every year she wouldn’t always have a reason to be miserable,” said Jensen.
“She hasn’t been pregnant every year,” Harlow says defensively.
“Awe don’t get butt hurt,” said Darren, clapping Harlow on the back hard. “We’re only teasing you. And besides, it’s good to know that you guys have found a way to entertain yourselves in case your TV ever breaks. But Harlow, how about giving poor Whitney a break next year will ya?”
The whole group roared with laughter including Harlow. Elijah smiled a little. I could tell that he was enjoying watching Harlow be the butt of everyone’s jokes.
“In all seriousness, congratulations on baby number three,” said Monica. “You really have a beautiful family.”
“Thank you,” said Harlow, sincerely appreciative.
Listening to them talk about Whitney being pregnant made me wonder if I would ever have a family of my own. I loved being around new babies, children, and the families that I worked for, but it just wasn’t the same as having my own family…children who looked and acted like me and whomever their father would be. I tried not to think about it too much and just convinced myself that it would happen when the time was right. Moments like those made me wish that the time was right now.
“I can vouch for the fact that they are truly beautiful and amazing children inside and out. I was just telling Whitney the other day how grateful that I was that we found each other. It’s not always that easy.”
“I bet,” said Monica. “I remember when our kids first started school. I looked around at all the other kids and my heart went out to their poor teacher. She was the sweetest lady. She had to be fresh out of college. She came in to work every day looking like a Barbie doll and by the end of the day, she looked like Raggedy Ann.”
“Yeah, it can be challenging at times that’s for sure,” I said, nodding. “That’s why I feel really lucky that I found Harlow and Whitney when I did. I had just finished working for a family that I’d known and worked at for years. But once the kids grow up, and it happens so fast, there’s nothing for me to do anymore.”
“Well it seems that ole Harlow here is going to make sure that you’ve got job security for a good while the way that he and his wife seem to be popping them out. And they are truly lucky to have someone as kind and beautiful as you are in their lives.”
Everyone fell silent at Elijah’s obvious flirt. They smiled secretly among themselves, but nobody said a word. I could feel my cheeks turning a deep crimson red and felt like I was on fire, even in the bone-chilling cold out in the winter woods. I didn’t want to reach too much into it. Besides, between my fantasies and rampant thoughts entertaining a crush for this handsome stranger was making me feel guiltier with each passing minute.
Monica pulled me off to the side so that we were out of earshot of the rest of the group. She stopped and searched my face worriedly.
“Are you sure you’re okay? You took a pretty good tumble there,” she asked sweetly.
“Oh yeah. I’m having a great time out here. Probably too much of a good time,” I admitted, forcing laughter up out of me. I shuddered at how fake it felt and sounded.
“Honey, you know it’s okay if you relax and enjoy yourself a bit, right?”
That got a real laugh out of me.
“Yeah I know, but this is what I do for a living. And beyond that I don’t consider myself a glorified babysitter. I really care about their family and want to do my part in helping to raise happy and healthy children.”
“That is truly noble of you. But do you see that whole hunk of a man who clearly has the hots for you? If I weren’t married and here with my husband I would be all over him myself. He is what we call a real panty dropper.” She leaned over to get a better glimpse of him, bit her lip, and ended up fanning herself like she was on fire.
He was so tall and solid. And with all of the layers of clothes that he had on, he kind of resembled the Incredible Hulk in winter gear. Well, the Incredible Hulk without the green skin. Just add a beard and a delectable, tight butt. He was built like every he-man super hero or action figure I could think of.
We jogged a little to catch up with the rest of the group.
Snap out of it, I thought to myself. I knew what Monica said had some truth to it. He was definitely incredibly sexy. There was no doubt about that. I just had been hesitant to be Vacation Michelle since I was here with my employer and their family. I had been Professional Michelle up until now. I had passed on the wine at dinner and had spent a large part of my evening in the guest room that I had been staying in at Darren and Hope’s lovely home. I really wanted to focus on making sure that the kids’ routine didn’t get too off course and have us right back at square one. There was no telling how military man Harlow would take another ripple in the routine at home. I could run the risk of things getting so far off track that I didn’t even have a job to go back to after this.
It would be horrible if I was pulled into their office and told, “Based on your performance on this trip we have decided that we will no longer be needing your services.” Then I would be right back in the land of uncertainty, hoping that my father wouldn’t drink all of his pension away and float us while I got new and stable employment. Besides, a good family was hard to come by so that was why I had been so hyper focused on staying professional.
But Monica must have noticed the tension in me because she looked really worried. And the fact that she felt the need to say something spoke volumes. Maybe it would be okay to relax a little. Whitney had already told me several times that she didn’t expect that I would be working the whole time. It was a family holiday after all and she was grateful that I accepted, giving up time with my own family. Little did she know that she was saving me from a sad takeout dinner with my dad, who would yell at the TV at whatever football team he was rooting for, but always seemed to disappoint him. He would end up crying, talking about how holidays and our lives would never be the same again now that my mother was gone. He was right, but I could go without yet another sad reminder of that. Being around the Bradfords made me remember just how happy the holidays could really be when you spend time with people you loved and who love you back. Their joy was contagious. It made me wish that I could freeze time so that I could always feel this vibrant and excited for life.
“Are we there yet?” called out Jensen in his best imitation of his daughter Bridget, the high maintenance 16-year-old who was irritating everyone on the trip.
“Ew, stop!” said his younger daughter in a high-pitched voice that matched her 13-year-old frail frame. The father and daughter laughed, locking arms and marched on like best buddies. They made more jokes about Bridget, mocking her annoying whiny voice.
I for one was glad that she hadn’t joined the group for a walk. I welcomed a break from her constant complaining. From the moment that we arrived she found something wrong with everything. The cabin was too cold. There weren’t enough plant-based food options. The list went on and on. The sound of her whiny voice was starting to grate on my nerves. And that was quite a feat because I am a very patient person.
But I was starting to get antsy myself to finally get out of the cold and warm up for a bit.
“My cabin is just over that hill,” said Elijah.
“I guess your cabin isn’t as close as you thought, huh?” said Harlow mockingly.
“No matter how you try to spin it, my cabin is a lot closer than the other one,” said Elijah, very sure of himself. There was something about his assured confidence that made him even sexier. He didn’t stop and wait for anyone to cosign what he was thinking or feeling. He just kept right on walking. There was so much that I wanted to know about him. I was trying my hardest to put to rest all of the questions that were swirling around my head about him.
Where did he come from? And better yet, where was he going? And did he want company? He was the kind of guy that I could follow to the ends of the earth. Well, I guess however far my nanny jobs would let me roam anyway.
“How long did you say that you’ve been living out here Elijah?” I asked, trying to be as nonchalant as possible, but wanting to have my curiosity satisfied on what was becoming a longer walk than any of us had imagined.
“A few years now,” was his short answer. His face softened as he turned to look at me, smiling. His smile was so warm and inviting.
“Who knew? I guess this area is one that people who don’t like people would choose to live in huh, Darren and Elijah?” said Harlow.
“I guess so,” said Darren rubbing the back of his neck, deep in thought.
We walked in silence for a few more minutes.
“Look!” called out one of the kids, pointing in the distance at a mahogany cabin tucked away neatly behind a row of trees. A single wisp of smoke rose from the brick chimney perched on the roof.
“Home sweet home,” said Elijah softly, almost like he was talking to himself.
“Race you to the porch!” yelled one of the boys to the rest of the group. The kids took off like a stampede in the direction of the cabin.
“Be careful! Not so fast! You don’t want to hurt yourself.” The words tumbled out of my mouth before I could give them much thought. I really do sound like a mom.
No sooner than the words had left my lips, the guys took off toward the cabin, pushing each other to get an advantage over the other. Even though they were grown men, they didn’t really look any different from the gang of children that had taken off before them.
“It’s okay, Michelle,” said Monica, resting her hand on my arm. “Let them have their fun. They are on vacation, after all.”
“That’s true,” I said, trying to will my heart from beating so fast. It didn’t take very much to launch me into protective nanny mode. I just kept thinking about horrible it would be if someone fell and broke a bone or cracked their skull and we were a million miles away from any type of medical professionals. I knew very minimal first aid procedures and could do CPR if someone were to be gasping for breath, but I could hardly do anything if someone were to seriously injure themselves out here in the mountains.
Then, all I heard was, “Look out!” and everything went black.
The next thing that I knew I was looking up at the sky and trees. I was moving but I knew that I wasn’t walking.
“Well good morning, sunshine,” a voice said. I looked up and saw that I was being carried. Elijah was carrying me. He still led the group, walking at a steady pace despite holding me in his arms. His muscles felt as good as they looked. It felt like I was floating through the trees.
“You don’t have to carry me,” I told him, uneasily. “I’m pretty sure that I can walk.”
“I don’t know. You got hit pretty hard by those branches. I would hate for you to lose your balance and fall again. And besides, I get the chance to have an incredibly sexy lady in my arms. I am really the one winning here.”
I nodded in silent agreement, but the guilt was starting to creep back up. I felt bad about being in the woods with all of them. Now here I was, laying in the arms of a man whose body rivalled that of a bodybuilder. That definitely was not in my job description. But when I attempted to lift my head even a little bit, I felt like someone had hit me in the head with a hammer, so I had no choice but to lay there and take my free ride in the arms of this hospitable lady-killerr.
He carried me to the front door almost ignoring the fact that there was a whole group of other people with us. He yelled for them to come inside and make themselves more comfortable and walked past the living room to what I assumed was his bedroom.
“I have been waiting for this since the moment that I laid eyes on you,” he said, laying me gently on the bed. He began taking off my clothes starting with my coat, removing each layer like he was neatly unwrapping a Christmas present. He climbed into the bed on top of me and pressed his lips against mine. His soft, moist lips danced from my lips, down my neck and kept moving further south. His wiry beard tickled as it scratched my naked skin. His kisses felt like magic. He quickly undressed himself, shaking as he hurriedly pressed his hard dick against my pussy. He rubbed the head of his dick back and forth slowly across my throbbing clit. My back arched as I anticipated each stroke back and forth. I moaned with pleasure. I inhaled sharply as he slid his dick into the wet warmness of my pussy. I could feel his dick jumping inside of me as he held himself inside of me. I could tell that he was trying to contain himself so that he didn’t explode everywhere.
“You feel absolutely amazing,” he said, panting while he spoke.
“So do you,” I admitted.
What did you say?” I head a woman’s voice say.
I was in a daze. I blinked several times. My eyes came into focus.
I was still in the woods, laying on the cold snow.
“Wha-what happened?” I asked, confused.
“You ran right behind Harlow as he went through a tree and one of the branches smacked you in the face and you fainted. Are you okay?” asked Monica who was kneeling beside me, extending her hand to help lift me up.
I stood up, hoping that my legs wouldn’t give out beneath me.
“Take your time,” said Monica, giving me her arm to lean on. I held onto her graciously, staring at the group to make sure that there was nothing that could make me fall and hurt myself for yet a third time. I was starting to feel clumsy, like maybe I had been brought along to offer the group some comedic relief at my own expense.
We walked on joining the rest of the group that had gathered on Elijah’s porch.
“Is she okay?” asked Jensen.
“Yeah, she’s good,” yelled Monica. “She was probably more shocked than anything.”
There were soft yellow lights built into the awning of the porch, giving it an inviting feeling.
We were all amazed once inside. It was a quaint cabin with large picture windows along the far wall where the kitchen was. There were hand carved wooden figurines tastefully placed along the walls. A crystal chandelier accented the living room. There were two red couches pushed against the walls. The thick, cream colored carpet covered most of the room. The fireplace was filled with the biggest fire that I had seen in quite some time. It almost looked like the inside of a furnace. The warmth was very welcoming. A few of the kids began to gather around the fireplace, warming their hands and red noses.
“It’s not a huge house, but it works just fine for me,” said Elijah.
“It’s lovely,” I said. I really liked the cabin. It was perfectly tucked away, a great place for just one person to have solitude. In fact, it seemed like the perfect size for even more than that. A small family, perhaps.
“Now, let’s see about getting everyone warmed up with a hot cup of coffee,” said Elijah, smiling.
Everyone started shedding their boots and heavy coats. The way that everyone was strewn all over the couches and floors let me know that they had been worn out from the walk. I for one was grateful to be inside and out of the cold.
I winced as I tried to move and felt sore all over. I thought that my falling all over the woods had more of an effect on me than I’d first thought.
“Honey, you look like you are in terrible pain. Are you sure that you’re going to be okay?” asked Monica, a look of real worry starting to play on her face again. “You don’t have to try to be so brave. If there’s something really wrong I really hope that you’d say something.”
“I appreciate your concern, but really I’m okay. I just took a little tumble and my old body is feeling it. It’s just like when I go to the gym and haven’t been in a while.”
I hadn’t been to the gym in a while, so I could feel my muscles screaming from the walk and the fall. I couldn’t wait to get a chance to soak my body in a hot bath once we made it back to Darren and Hope’s cabin. In the meantime, I was going to do my best to enjoy being in Elijah’s house. I looked along the wall at the row of animal heads decorating the wall. Their eyes frozen forever it time.
I wished that I could freeze time and stay here for a while, but I knew that I couldn’t.
I comforted myself with the thought that at the very least, meeting him on this trip has given me fantasies that would be lasting memories.