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My friends had a cabin only an hour’s drive from the city and had been bugging me forever to make use of it.

I hadn’t traveled alone since college, but I finally agreed to take them up on their generous offer. The holidays were over, and I had nothing going on. No girlfriend, no dating for the most part. I was doing that romantic comedy thing where you take time for yourself. Only I really wanted to take time for myself. I wasn’t interested in a relationship after the last one, but I sure as hell missed sex.

It was a pretty drive up to the mountains where their cabin was. They made sure to tell me it was off-season, and there probably wouldn’t be very many people around, which was fine with me.

Hiking in woods still dusted with snow sounded great. Reading by the fire sounded wonderful. Cooking elaborate meals and watching nature sounded amazing.

Time in nature was good for the soul, my grandfather had always told me, and I’d always believed it.

I was dragging two big bags toward the cabin: one was full of my personal items, the other full of books and DVDs I was hoping to enjoy. I’d been informed that data service in the area could be spotty. I had even welcomed the idea of that.

“You have a body in there?” I heard a female voice ask.

I looked up to see a woman standing there. She was long and lean with a curtain of long brown hair and smiling blue eyes. The longest legs I’d ever seen were sheathed in snug blue jeans, and she wore big hiking boots.

“You’re not answering me. That makes me nervous,” she quipped.

I shook off my startled surprise and introduced myself as being Danielle and Steve’s friend.

“Oh, cool. If you want a tour of the lake, let me know.”

“There’s a lake?”

“Yeah … I take it you’re not here to see the lake.”

“What’s it like?” I asked, like a doofus.

“Wet,” she said. Then she pointed. “I’m the next cabin down. “Name’s Brandi. Pop by if you want. Otherwise, I’ll leave you be. I know some people come out here to do the commune with nature thing. I get it.” Then she wandered off leaving me to stare after her like an idiot.

Have I mentioned I was truly missing sex?

I tried to finish the novel I was dying to finish reading, but I kept thinking of Brandi’s long legs wrapped around my waist. I was probably being an asshole. She probably had a boyfriend or a husband — or even a girlfriend. No way was she single.

“But what the fuck. She invited you, take her up on it,” I said out loud.

I drove ten minutes to the corner store I’d spotted on my way in. I bought an overpriced six-pack of pale ale and returned, giving myself a pep talk the whole way.

I pulled up outside her cabin and sat there. I saw her open the inner door and stand behind the screen door. She had on shorts and a huge sweatshirt and slouchy socks.

She waved me in.

I grabbed the six-pack and headed up. I was worried I’d gotten my hopes up for nothing, but I’d soon find out.

“Took you long enough,” she said wryly.

“I brought beer.”

“Excellent. Come on in by the fire.”

I followed her in, eyeballing her spectacular ass as she walked ahead of me.

“Getting a good look?” she asked over her shoulder.

I hemmed and hawed as I started to stammer an apology. But I didn’t manage to get out the words because she was pushing her shorts down and baring the most spectacular ass I’d ever encountered.

“How about now? This a better view?”

I swallowed hard.

“I watched you drive in,” she said.

“You did?” I stammered like a fool.

“I liked the way you looked. Dragging in your two big bags, like a city boy.”

“You did?” I was stuck on repeat.

“I did. And I’ve been very bored and very single for a while now.”

“Me, too.”

She sat back on the sofa and crossed her bare legs. I could see she had a mole on her upper left thigh.

I licked my lips, and she smiled at me.

“Come here,” she said.

I was no sooner on the sofa than she was kissing me. Her hand slid down to cover the bulge I was sporting. She stroked my erection through my jeans, and I groaned.

She wasn’t shy, that was for sure. She pushed down on my shoulders until I sank down and positioned myself between her thighs. I held them open and sampled her pussy with a tentative lick.

She was warm and spicy like fall. A soft exhalation fell from her lips, and she put her hand on the back of my head, holding me there and urging me on.

I lapped at her softly at first, and when I found the rhythm of her pleasure, I went for it. I slipped a finger between her wet folds and then thrust it into her pussy. Her slick walls gripped me tight, and she gasped as I nudged her clit with my tongue. When she came, there was a rush of sticky moisture. A moment later, she was pushing me back farther and farther until she could unbuckle my belt and free my cock.

And then she was on me. All hot tongue and long licks. Her slick fist working me quickly. I thrust my hips upward with every stroke, wanting so badly to come but also not to.

She read my mind.

“Don’t you dare. We’re not done here.”

I nodded, agreeing that I would not come. But fuck it was going to be hard.

She moved to straddle me, her hot pussy pressing against my belly. She shucked her sweatshirt and tossed it on the back of the sofa, on top of the four or five afghans already draped there.

She was braless, her small breasts tempting. I reached up to cup them, then I pinched her little pink nipples. They went from hard to incredibly hard. I trailed a finger down her belly and watched goose bumps spring up on her body and saw her muscles gallop. Emboldened, I ran my thumb over her pert clitoris.

“Do you want to be inside me?”

I nodded crazily.

She took ahold of me and ran the tip of my cock along her wetness. I felt myself just barely slip into her pussy, but she moved me quickly to drag my dampened dick over her clit.

She hummed softly, staring down at me as she worked. Then when she was finally ready, she sank down onto my cock. She took her time, going inch by torturous inch.

“Does that feel good?”

I nodded, a little breathless.

“Want more?”

“I do. Fuck. I want it all.”

She slid down me then in one swift, slick glide, her pussy encompassing me and massaging me. Her pussy lips were hot against my groin.

She placed her hands on my chest and began to ride me, her hips moving like languid waves. She curled her fingers to my chest, her fingernails scraping me.

I thrust up eagerly. I held the curves of her ass in my hands as I continued to move in time with her.

The vixen playfully pushed a finger into my mouth. I sucked it, and she smiled.

“Slow and steady wins the race. At least at first,” she muttered.

Her speed slowed even more then, and I thought I might actually cry. I hovered there, on the very edge of fucking coming, and it was a gorgeous agony.

She rocked from side to side atop me; she chewed her lower lip and kept her finger in my mouth.

I drew on it, and she came, her pussy working around my cock.

I grunted, wanting so badly to climax with her, but she kept me right there on the edge.

She stopped moving, leaned down to cover my upper body with her own, and kissed me.

“It’s been so boring around here. I’m glad you showed up. I haven’t had a visitor or any excitement in a long time,” she said.

Brandi slowly slid off me, and I tried to catch her in order to keep her there. Instead, she turned her back to me and leaned her upper body over the opposite arm of the sofa.

The motion displayed her lovely ass in the most spectacular way. She parted her legs so I could see the ruby red of her pussy lips. She was plump and wet.

I groaned.

“Come and get me,” she said.

I moved in fast, getting close to her and using my fingers to part her a bit more. I played my cock along that wet slit and watched with eager fascination as I slowly entered her. When my patience ran out, I put my hand on her lower back and slid into her swiftly.

At the end of that thrust was heaven.

I sighed as I buried myself in her warm heat. I withdrew slowly, dragging out the moment and torturing myself before plunging back in again.

Heaven.

She groaned and started to move with me. She thrust her curvy body back to take my cock. Then we were moving together, our bodies colliding and slapping in time. She was drenched, her pussy hot and lush.

I groaned as I edged closer to climax.

Outside, sleet slapped the windowpanes. Apparently, we were having a bit of a storm, and I couldn’t have cared less.

“Fuck me. Harder. Harder!”

I was lust in motion. A blur. A frenzy.

I grabbed ahold of her waist for better purchase, holding her tight.

She squeezed her internal muscles around me, and I felt a surge of arousal spike through me. The pleasure nearly did me in.

“Christ!” I said. “Again. Shit. Do that again.”

She did it again, and then again still. She found a rhythm and kept squeezing me and then suddenly, she told me, “I’m going to come.”

She did. She came with a cry, and I followed suit. I banged into her, holding her tightly, and climaxed with an enormous roar.

Some time away from the city was exactly what I’d needed.

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My friends had a cabin only an hour’s drive from the city and had been bugging me forever to make use of it.

I hadn’t traveled alone since college, but I finally agreed to take them up on their generous offer. The holidays were over, and I had nothing going on. No girlfriend, no dating for the most part. I was doing that romantic comedy thing where you take time for yourself. Only I really wanted to take time for myself. I wasn’t interested in a relationship after the last one, but I sure as hell missed sex.

It was a pretty drive up to the mountains where their cabin was. They made sure to tell me it was off-season, and there probably wouldn’t be very many people around, which was fine with me.

Hiking in woods still dusted with snow sounded great. Reading by the fire sounded wonderful. Cooking elaborate meals and watching nature sounded amazing.

Time in nature was good for the soul, my grandfather had always told me, and I’d always believed it.

I was dragging two big bags toward the cabin: one was full of my personal items, the other full of books and DVDs I was hoping to enjoy. I’d been informed that data service in the area could be spotty. I had even welcomed the idea of that.

“You have a body in there?” I heard a female voice ask.

I looked up to see a woman standing there. She was long and lean with a curtain of long brown hair and smiling blue eyes. The longest legs I’d ever seen were sheathed in snug blue jeans, and she wore big hiking boots.

“You’re not answering me. That makes me nervous,” she quipped.

I shook off my startled surprise and introduced myself as being Danielle and Steve’s friend.

“Oh, cool. If you want a tour of the lake, let me know.”

“There’s a lake?”

“Yeah … I take it you’re not here to see the lake.”

“What’s it like?” I asked, like a doofus.

“Wet,” she said. Then she pointed. “I’m the next cabin down. “Name’s Brandi. Pop by if you want. Otherwise, I’ll leave you be. I know some people come out here to do the commune with nature thing. I get it.” Then she wandered off leaving me to stare after her like an idiot.

Have I mentioned I was truly missing sex?

I tried to finish the novel I was dying to finish reading, but I kept thinking of Brandi’s long legs wrapped around my waist. I was probably being an asshole. She probably had a boyfriend or a husband — or even a girlfriend. No way was she single.

“But what the fuck. She invited you, take her up on it,” I said out loud.

I drove ten minutes to the corner store I’d spotted on my way in. I bought an overpriced six-pack of pale ale and returned, giving myself a pep talk the whole way.

I pulled up outside her cabin and sat there. I saw her open the inner door and stand behind the screen door. She had on shorts and a huge sweatshirt and slouchy socks.

She waved me in.

I grabbed the six-pack and headed up. I was worried I’d gotten my hopes up for nothing, but I’d soon find out.

“Took you long enough,” she said wryly.

“I brought beer.”

“Excellent. Come on in by the fire.”

I followed her in, eyeballing her spectacular ass as she walked ahead of me.

“Getting a good look?” she asked over her shoulder.

I hemmed and hawed as I started to stammer an apology. But I didn’t manage to get out the words because she was pushing her shorts down and baring the most spectacular ass I’d ever encountered.

“How about now? This a better view?”

I swallowed hard.

“I watched you drive in,” she said.

“You did?” I stammered like a fool.

“I liked the way you looked. Dragging in your two big bags, like a city boy.”

“You did?” I was stuck on repeat.

“I did. And I’ve been very bored and very single for a while now.”

“Me, too.”

She sat back on the sofa and crossed her bare legs. I could see she had a mole on her upper left thigh.

I licked my lips, and she smiled at me.

“Come here,” she said.

I was no sooner on the sofa than she was kissing me. Her hand slid down to cover the bulge I was sporting. She stroked my erection through my jeans, and I groaned.

She wasn’t shy, that was for sure. She pushed down on my shoulders until I sank down and positioned myself between her thighs. I held them open and sampled her pussy with a tentative lick.

She was warm and spicy like fall. A soft exhalation fell from her lips, and she put her hand on the back of my head, holding me there and urging me on.

I lapped at her softly at first, and when I found the rhythm of her pleasure, I went for it. I slipped a finger between her wet folds and then thrust it into her pussy. Her slick walls gripped me tight, and she gasped as I nudged her clit with my tongue. When she came, there was a rush of sticky moisture. A moment later, she was pushing me back farther and farther until she could unbuckle my belt and free my cock.

And then she was on me. All hot tongue and long licks. Her slick fist working me quickly. I thrust my hips upward with every stroke, wanting so badly to come but also not to.

She read my mind.

“Don’t you dare. We’re not done here.”

I nodded, agreeing that I would not come. But fuck it was going to be hard.

She moved to straddle me, her hot pussy pressing against my belly. She shucked her sweatshirt and tossed it on the back of the sofa, on top of the four or five afghans already draped there.

She was braless, her small breasts tempting. I reached up to cup them, then I pinched her little pink nipples. They went from hard to incredibly hard. I trailed a finger down her belly and watched goose bumps spring up on her body and saw her muscles gallop. Emboldened, I ran my thumb over her pert clitoris.

“Do you want to be inside me?”

I nodded crazily.

She took ahold of me and ran the tip of my cock along her wetness. I felt myself just barely slip into her pussy, but she moved me quickly to drag my dampened dick over her clit.

She hummed softly, staring down at me as she worked. Then when she was finally ready, she sank down onto my cock. She took her time, going inch by torturous inch.

“Does that feel good?”

I nodded, a little breathless.

“Want more?”

“I do. Fuck. I want it all.”

She slid down me then in one swift, slick glide, her pussy encompassing me and massaging me. Her pussy lips were hot against my groin.

She placed her hands on my chest and began to ride me, her hips moving like languid waves. She curled her fingers to my chest, her fingernails scraping me.

I thrust up eagerly. I held the curves of her ass in my hands as I continued to move in time with her.

The vixen playfully pushed a finger into my mouth. I sucked it, and she smiled.

“Slow and steady wins the race. At least at first,” she muttered.

Her speed slowed even more then, and I thought I might actually cry. I hovered there, on the very edge of fucking coming, and it was a gorgeous agony.

She rocked from side to side atop me; she chewed her lower lip and kept her finger in my mouth.

I drew on it, and she came, her pussy working around my cock.

I grunted, wanting so badly to climax with her, but she kept me right there on the edge.

She stopped moving, leaned down to cover my upper body with her own, and kissed me.

“It’s been so boring around here. I’m glad you showed up. I haven’t had a visitor or any excitement in a long time,” she said.

Brandi slowly slid off me, and I tried to catch her in order to keep her there. Instead, she turned her back to me and leaned her upper body over the opposite arm of the sofa.

The motion displayed her lovely ass in the most spectacular way. She parted her legs so I could see the ruby red of her pussy lips. She was plump and wet.

I groaned.

“Come and get me,” she said.

I moved in fast, getting close to her and using my fingers to part her a bit more. I played my cock along that wet slit and watched with eager fascination as I slowly entered her. When my patience ran out, I put my hand on her lower back and slid into her swiftly.

At the end of that thrust was heaven.

I sighed as I buried myself in her warm heat. I withdrew slowly, dragging out the moment and torturing myself before plunging back in again.

Heaven.

She groaned and started to move with me. She thrust her curvy body back to take my cock. Then we were moving together, our bodies colliding and slapping in time. She was drenched, her pussy hot and lush.

I groaned as I edged closer to climax.

Outside, sleet slapped the windowpanes. Apparently, we were having a bit of a storm, and I couldn’t have cared less.

“Fuck me. Harder. Harder!”

I was lust in motion. A blur. A frenzy.

I grabbed ahold of her waist for better purchase, holding her tight.

She squeezed her internal muscles around me, and I felt a surge of arousal spike through me. The pleasure nearly did me in.

“Christ!” I said. “Again. Shit. Do that again.”

She did it again, and then again still. She found a rhythm and kept squeezing me and then suddenly, she told me, “I’m going to come.”

She did. She came with a cry, and I followed suit. I banged into her, holding her tightly, and climaxed with an enormous roar.

Some time away from the city was exactly what I’d needed.

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