A nameless temptress gives Tim all the inspiration he’s been missing.

I threw my coffee cup into the garbage can. Too bad the cup was only Styrofoam. I would have felt a lot better if it was ceramic and it would have broken with a satisfying crash.

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my computer screen, and I’d had enough of that for one day. I highlighted the entire document — a meager two pages — and deleted it with one keystroke. A part of me longed for the old days when you could rip the page out of the typewriter, wad it into a ball, and throw it into the trash, or better yet onto the floor.

It was much more satisfying when you had an article to write and the words wouldn’t come.

I flipped the desk calendar. Six days. That’s all I had. The magazine was counting on me for the lead story. I’d done all the research. But I couldn’t put it together. So I booked a week at the lakeside cabin I used as my retreat. This time the change of locale wasn’t helping.

I decided to go for a run. Maybe that would break the block.

I shuffled out the front door into the warm midday sun. I stretched, wrestling with mixed feelings about setting out on the four-mile circuit that skirted the lake. That’s when she jogged past his driveway.

The girl from across the lake.

Well, not really across the lake. The backs of our cabins faced each other across an inlet. They were perhaps 20 yards apart, but that might as well be the Pacific Ocean for all the interaction we’d had. I’d seen her for the first time two days ago, leaning over the deck railing, looking wistfully out toward the water. The luxury cabin, like many of them here, was a rental and she was its latest occupant. Even from a distance, she was a beauty.

That day only thin racing shorts and a skimpy tank top covered her sleek runner’s body. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swished back and forth. Maybe a run wasn’t such a bad idea.

I bounded down the driveway and turned onto the path. She was about 30 yards ahead of me, running easily. Though I usually started slowly, I broke right into a full run, not wanting to lose sight of her.

I watched the fluid movement of her body, the powerful movement of her trim legs, the hypnotic churning of her ass. I imagined what she would be like in bed. Bet you’re a wild one.

My breathing quickly became labored. I closed the gap, but she was moving too fast for me. And now she was pulling away. I am an even six feet and in good shape, but I have classic sprinter’s muscles. I don’t like long distances. Still, I picked it up a notch.

My heart banged in my chest as I pushed myself, losing her for a while, then coming close enough to see the glistening sweat on her legs and arms. But I never could catch up to her. Toward the end, she left me in the dust.

“Shit,” I said out loud as she disappeared over a rise.

Back at the cabin, I stood in the study, wearing only a bath towel, wet hair plastered to my head. I sucked down a bottle of water while staring at the computer.

I gave up.

I threw on sweats, marched over to the couch, and found a baseball game on TV. After the game, I returned again to the computer. I was contemplating ripping out the keyboard or perhaps kicking in the monitor when the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Is this Tim? Tim?” The caller’s voice was female, friendly, personal, but hardly more than a whisper.

“Yes,” I replied cautiously. The voice was unidentifiable. “Who’s this?”

“Did you enjoy the scenery today?”

“What?” My hand clenched around the phone. I jumped out of my chair and stepped back until I was pressed into the corner of the bookshelves.

The voice was calm, reassuring, sensual.

“Don’t worry, Tim. I don’t mind that you were watching me.”

I leaned forward, daring to peek out my back window. Our cabins faced each other so we could see each other’s main rooms through full-length picture windows. But we were sheltered from the view of other cabins.

“Actually, I rather like it.” She was standing in the window wearing a short robe and holding what looked to be a cell phone. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders, partially hiding her face behind a blonde curtain.

“You’re pretty fast,” I said, grimacing and cursing myself for not coming up with something better. I remained in the shadows.

“I slowed down a couple of times to let you catch up.” She was twirling a strand of hair with her free hand. My eyes were drawn to the subtle, sensual movement. “Did you like what you saw?”

I was speechless. Her gray eyes stared right at me, though I was certain she couldn’t see me. “Yes,” I finally replied softly. “You’re a very pretty girl. What’s your name?”

“You’re a pretty foxy guy yourself,” she said, ignoring my question.

“You looked very sexy in that towel today.” I was a little shocked, but also intrigued and… aroused.

“I have a confession.” Her free hand went down to the lapel of her robe. “It kind of turned me on. Knowing you were watching me.” Her hand spread the lapels of the robe apart. “Would you like to see more?” She maintained the sexy whisper.

“Yes,” I said as he watched her pull the robe open.

“I thought you would.” The robe fell open exposing ample, round breasts. Her fingers caressed one, then the other. My thighs flexed involuntarily and my hand went down to the massive bulge that had appeared in my pants. I rubbed my steeled cock as she played with her breasts.

“Do you like watching?” she asked.

Silly question. “Yes.”

“Mmm, good.” Her hand moved down under the robe to her crotch, which was still hidden under the robe. I could hear her breathing over the phone.

She seemed to be lost somewhere for a moment, then she was back again.

“Got to go now, Tim.” Her hand still worked under the robe.

“No. Wait.”

“Tomorrow. After dinner. I’ll call you.”

I stepped forward. “Call? For what? Hey, at least tell me your name.”

“Got to go now.” She turned and disappeared into the cabin. “Tomorrow.”

She disconnected.

“I have a confession.” Her free hand went down to the lapel of her robe. “It kind of turned me on.”

I stood there, stunned, holding the phone to my ear.

The next day, I tried repeatedly to get back to work, but my mind was consumed by images of the girl standing in the window. My cock stirred every time I thought about what she might have in mind for tonight. Who was this mystery lady? Why was she presenting herself to me like this?

Was it for her pleasure or mine?

Too many questions. I decided to call her Salome after the biblical seductress. I thought of trying to phone the cabin, but I was afraid that might be against the rules. I’d have to wait. My expectation made the hours drag mercilessly.

By the time evening approached, I was as excited as I could ever remember being in anticipation of seeing her again. What was she going to do? I kept looking for her, but her drapes were closed. I stayed home all evening and cooked a frozen dinner.

When the phone rang, I dove for it.

“Hello?” I saw that her lights were on and the drapes were open. There was a well-dressed man standing at the window holding a glass of white wine. He looked vaguely sinister. Definitely not a local. He also looked vaguely familiar. I couldn’t see Salome.

“You alone? she asked in a low voice.

“Yes.” I suddenly felt like a conspirator.

I heard a sudden scratching sound on the phone. Salome had put her hand over the microphone. I heard her muffled voice say, “I’ll be right there.”

There was another scratching sound, then Salome’s normal voice. “Are you excited?”

“Yes. I can hardly wait.”

“Me, too.” The line disconnected.

As I turned out the lights, Salome appeared from somewhere in the cabin.

She was wearing a short, sexy dress that flowed over her curves. I retreated into the darkness.

I watched as Salome came up to the man. She took his wine glass and put it on a table as he put his arms around her. Their mouths met in a wild frenzy of passionate kisses. The man’s hands ran through her hair, then slowly worked their way down. Her back was angled to me and I watched, transfixed, as the man pulled her dress up, exposing the length of her legs and the smooth flesh of that firm ass. She was wearing only skimpy panties, and the man played his hands over her porcelain skin.

Salome unbuttoned the man’s shirt. She kissed his chest before dropping to her knees, her hands deftly undoing his belt and fly. When his cock sprang free in front of her, the man went to reach for the drawstring for the drapes. But Salome grabbed his hand and brought it back to her head. He took the cue and held her head as she began kissing his engorged cock head. When she took him into her mouth, the man threw his head back. I licked my dry lips and could almost feel her soft lips around my own hardened cock.

Salome devoured him, making sure that I could see all the action. When she deep-throated him, her nose nestling in his pubic hair, I groaned and started massaging my cock. I thought about taking it out and pleasuring myself right there, but for now I just stroked it through the fabric.

Salome sucked the man hungrily, her mouth riding up and down his length.

It must have been too much for him, because he pulled her up and pushed the dress down over her shoulders. He hooked the panties on the way down and she stood naked before him. I marveled again at those beautiful breasts, imagining that it was my hands caressing them. The man said something and Salome smiled and tossed her head back. He took her in his arms and kissed her neck and shoulders. Salome closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on her skin. When he reached her breasts, he licked and sucked them with tender devotion. Salome’s arms wrapped around him, clutching him to her. I was breathing hard and my cock throbbed. I felt with them in a way.

Salome motioned for the man to lie on the floor. His cock stood up like the Leaning Tower of Pisa as she straddled him. I could swear that she was looking directly at me as she grabbed the man’s rod and brought herself to it. She was apparently juiced and ready, because with two quick motions she impaled herself on it.

After that there was no holding back. He played with her tits and rubbed her nubs as she rode him, their hips smacking into each other’s. I was mesmerized. My cock was straining against my pants. When their fucking became even more furious and Salome threw her head back in ecstasy, I had to let my member out. I wrapped my hand around it as Salome put her head down, thrashing her hair back and forth across the man’s chest.

We may have all climaxed together. The man certainly did because he suddenly drove into Salome with enough force to lift her off the floor.

Salome threw her head back and opened her mouth in a squealing scream that I could just hear. I grabbed a wad of tissues and spurted my load into it, grunting fiercely as if it was I who had fucked her.

It was over. Salome and the man disappeared into the cabin. I regained my composure and just sat there in the dark room, savoring the exhilaration of this voyeuristic threesome.

In the morning, I tried to contact Salome. I had to know more about her.

“I rubbed my steeled cock as she played with her breasts.”

I called the property manager handling the cabin but was told that there was no regular phone service. So I walked over to it. Though I could easily toss a stone from my balcony to hers, it was a quarter-mile walk out the front and down the road.

When I reached her cabin, I was stopped by a locked wrought-iron gate. I called out, but no one answered. Maybe she didn’t want to see me. I preferred to think that she wasn’t there.

Back at my cabin, I fell into a chair and tried to figure out how to reach her. I sat there for a long time until the phone rang.

It was Salome. “Did you enjoy it?” she asked.

“Immensely,” I replied. “Listen, I’ve got to see you. Talk to you. Not over the phone.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

Common sense told me to forget her and move on. But I couldn’t. After last night I felt a curious bond with her, and I desperately wanted to see her, perhaps hold her in my arms.

“I’ll come by at seven,” I proposed. “Just to talk.”

“No,” she replied sharply. Then she added softly. “I’ll come to your place at eight.”

I tried to work again, but my mind kept drifting to images of last night and the anticipation of tonight. What did I expect? I wasn’t sure. I hoped to be able to reach Salome, to break down the brick wall she had around her. Part of me just wanted to know her better. Part of me wanted to carry her off to my bed.

Salome arrived right on time. She wore a sleeveless top and shorts that showed off her lovely legs. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and her breasts poked at the thin fabric.

I poured two glasses of Cabernet. She sipped her wine and wandered around the room, running her hand lightly over the furniture. It was an awkward moment.

I took the offensive. “So who was that guy?”

Salome remained evasive. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“He your husband?”

“No,” she replied with a laugh.

“Does he know about last night?”

“In general, yes. You specifically, no.” She looked at me out of the corner of her eyes. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“Occupational hazard. I’m a writer.”

She moved toward me. “You’re not going to write about me, are you?”

“Not my territory. I write for technology magazines. After last night I just wanted to know you better.” She took another step closer. I noticed that her breathing had deepened. “You’re not going to tell me your name, are you?”

Salome smiled. “No.” Her eyes burned into mine.

She was within arm’s reach. I grabbed her into my arms. My hips pushed into hers as our lips met in wild, wet kisses that I felt down to my toes. She responded fervently, crushing her body against mine. Our hands roamed and caressed. Her fingers felt like a feather on the back of my neck.

“So we gave in to it, gradually building to a fevered pitch.”

She felt the hard bulge in my crotch, then took my hand. “It’s a beautiful night,” she said. “Let’s do it on the deck. Under the stars.”

I glanced toward her cabin. It was dark, but the drapes were partially open. Were there unseen eyes watching us, eager to share in our lovemaking? Salome looked into my eyes. “Does it matter?” she asked softly.

I gave her hand a squeeze. “No.”

I followed her out to the deck. Was it coincidental that she led me to a reclining deck chair that was in full view of her cabin?

I didn’t care.

Salome lay back and pulled me to her. Our hands flew over each other’s bodies, removing clothes until we were naked in each other’s arms. I relished the feeling of her cool, smooth skin against mine, the crush of her breasts against my chest. I kissed her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. This beautiful and mysterious woman was rocketing my excitement to new levels.

I lavished oral attention on Salome’s full, firm breasts, licking her aroused nipples. Then I worked my way down her flat stomach to her vagina, already wet and swollen with desire. Here, too, I spent loving time, driving her wild until her hips were pushing into me and she was gasping for air.

“You’ve got me so hot,” she managed to say. “I want you inside me.”

I rose up and let her guide my manhood to her entrance. I probed her tunnel, my cock head pushing easily past her slick labia. Then I thrust my dick home, burying it into her pulsing depths. Salome moaned. Her cunt muscles yielded and closed around me. I began pumping into her but regained my composure and settled down to a slow, sensual rhythm.

“Mm, yes, baby,” Salome cooed. “There’s no hurry.” Her cunt grabbed at my cock as it stroked her, urging me deeper. I was entranced in the moment. I forgot all about the cabin and its dark questions.

Eventually, the pressure became too much for us to contain. So we gave in to it, gradually building to a fevered pitch. After the long road to the pinnacle, our bodies were shiny with sweat. We came together in an undulating frenzy.

Later, we lay on the couch snuggled under a fluffy comforter. I tried a few more questions, but Salome silenced me by bringing her mouth to mine and rolling on top of me. She sucked me to full hardness and we made love again.

Deep in the night, with her head resting on my chest, I was content to bathe in the warmth of her body. Thoroughly exhausted, I let my eyes close.

The morning sun tugged me from sound sleep. Even before I opened his eyes, I knew she was gone. I jumped up, dressed, and rushed over to Salome’s cabin. The gate was locked, but I saw a gardener tending to some bushes.

“Do you know where the lady staying here is?”

“She’s gone back to the city,” the gardener replied. “Left early this morning.”

I shrugged. How appropriate.

Back at my cabin, I sat in front of the computer. I closed my eyes and thought about Salome for a moment. Then I began typing and the words flew onto the screen.