The Great Outdoors (Part 2)

As Seen From the Bedroom Window

Photo by Olivier Guillard on Unsplash

The rest of the drive was a blur. I didn’t even raise the chair back up until we turned onto the winding, dirt driveway leading to the cabin, basking in the memory of the last few minutes.

When we finally arrived, it was clear that the owners of the property took great care of their little slice of heaven, but it had few amenities.

The log cabin was tucked back about a mile from the gravel road. The roof was a brown, metal that blended in with the dense woods.

Smoke sputtered from the chimney. Even though it was July, the shade cooled the air, so I was thankful knowing the inside would be warm.

“Let’s look around a little before bringing everything inside,” my partner suggested.

With a nod, I accepted his hand and followed him around the side of the house on a brick path. At the back I saw a small porch with a grill outside of a large sliding door and an outdoor shower lined on two sides with matching log privacy fencing and giggled.

Private is the only way I’d describe this place, the need for fencing seemed mute.

There wasn’t much else.

The path curled around briar patches and a copse of trees before revealing a beautiful, clear blue lake. A small row boat was tied to shore and a small box - holding fishing and boating supplies, I assumed - sat several feet from the water’s edge.

He moved to stand behind me, wrapping his arms around me, his front to my back. My head nestled into the crook of his neck and we stood there, listening to the sounds isolation.

Birds I couldn’t name called out to each other through leaves rustling in the slight breeze. The water lapped at the earth creating an echo on the rockface enclosing about two-thirds of the area.

Taking a quick scan of the neighboring land, I could see no other houses, cars, chimney smoke, or evidence of other people. We were completely cut off from the rest of the world.

“Great place for a horror movie,” I quipped jokingly, turning in his arms to give him a peck on the lips.

“Or porno,” he replied.

After unloading the car, we stepped through the front door to find a small but adequate living area with a couch, small recliner, and coffee table facing a floor-to-ceiling picture window. In the corner sat the fireplace, nearly out, as fading embers crackled. Freshly chopped wood sat in a bin off to the side.

The room had an open concept into the “kitchen” which was just a sink, two cabinets, and a mini fridge.

A curtain hung in the opposite corner where, I assumed, was a bed. Pulling it back proved me right, and I sat down, giving it a bounce.

“Firm yet comfy.”

The look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He smirked, took two steps toward me, and knelt at my feet.

The only sounds in the room were the crackling of the dying fire and my anticipatory sigh.

Slipping one sandal off, then the other, he massaged my feet then ran his hands up each of my legs until he was on his knees between my thighs.

I pulled him toward me and cradled him at my chest, setting my chin on the top of his head.

We stayed like that, holding each other, until we’d gotten what we needed from the embrace. The weight of daily life slipping away and leaving only the two of us.

I hadn’t realized how much I needed this getaway. I knew I was looking forward to it with work and everyday issues, but our relationship needed it, too. This was the perfect setting for us to reconnect and reset; no interruptions, internet, cell phones, or distractions. Just two people focusing only on each other.

When he pulled back from me, I missed him. My hands clung to his neck, not letting him go very far.

Standing, he pulled me up with him. His lips pressed softly against mine and lingered while we turned in a sort of slow dance until he was the one with the back of his knees to the bed.

Breaking the kiss, he sat. I straddled his lap without prompting, our bodies growing hot with passion. This time, when our mouths neared, he stopped just before they met.

The details of his eyes - the way they took me in and told me secrets, the color that rivaled the lake outside - all came into perfect view. They weren’t just seeing me, they were memorizing me. Storing every whisp of hair, freckle, and wrinkle for later.

“I love you,” he breathed.

Before I could say it back, his mouth was on mine again. I opened for him, tangling our tongues in a fevered kiss to be broken only as my shirt was lifted over my head.

The bra I’d taken off in the car was still on the center console so the cool cabin, mixed with the little heat from the dying embers pebbled my nipples immediately.

His shirt was next. Each button felt like an obstacle blocking my target. My fingers fumbled with each one while we kissed.

Finally, we fell to the bed. We were a blur of touches. Our hands sought each others hair, jaw, back, arms, ass. He squeezed my tits and bit my nipples. I palmed his cock through his jeans and that served as a kind of reminder that the rest of our clothes needed to come off.

There was no foreplay, no preamble. He pushed inside me, both of us needing to take what we wanted. Desperate to be closer. Starving for the connection.

Later we could play and tease.

My fingernails dug into his ass as he pumped and when he came, my name fell from his lips like a prayer.

We fell asleep with him still inside me, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my heart full.