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THE GETAWAY CABIN part 3

THE GETAWAY CABIN part 3

Mary's been married for ten years, I think. I was trying hard to do calendar math. She has two kids. Brian, who's like eight, and Kim was six last month. It struck me that I didn't remember telling Jane I had a sister. Her husband Frank is a plumbing contractor and makes a pretty good living at it. I was trying to recall our previous small talk. It never led to any mention of my family.

Not that I mind you pulling me out of the snow, Jane said while waving her glass of water around again, but why aren't you spending Christmas with them. Mary had her own family, that's why. I didn't want my sorry ass ruining her happiness like I ruined my own. I didn't like where the conversation was going.

Not really any of your business, I grumbled and grabbed the bottle of Woodford. I regretted saying it as soon as it left my mouth, but I wasn't taking it back. I knew she was a bit drunk, and she wasn't to blame for my memories. It was the first time I regretted her being here.

No, no, no, Jane responded, looking hurt at my response I didn't mean to do that. She nodded her head. You're right it is none of my business. Now I felt badly. Jane giggled and said, Let me UN-ask that. She then made an obnoxious set of sounds that were obviously meant to simulate talking backward. I had to laugh at the sloppy attempt. I felt a bit better and poured myself some more bourbon anyway.

So, you're stuck on an island. Jane went all slumber party on me. Who would you choose to spend eternity with: Zoë Decanal or Scarlett Johansson, and why? Afternoon traveled into night with back and forth questions like that. It wasn't the choice, it was always the 'why' that made us laugh. We began choosing the obviously wrong answers and coming up with ghastly reasons why.

Jane never asked for more bourbon and I continued to drink. I wasn't falling down drunk, but I was feeling no pain when it was time to work on the sleeping arrangements.

You can take the bed, Jane. I sounded like a gentleman. I'll build a bed on the rug here.

I figured I could borrow some couch cushions and a blanket or two. I might wake up when the cabin cooled down, but I could always feed the fire again.

Nonsense, Jane said with dramatic flair, we'll just share the bed. It was just a single bed. Something you might put in a kid's room.

It's an awfully small bed, I said, trying to give her a way out.

Then we'll be warm and cozy all night, Jane smiled with a sparkle in her powder-blue eyes. She reached inside her t-shirt and pulled the bra straps off her shoulders one by one. Looking in my eyes, she reached inside her shirt and removed her bra and threw it on a chair.

Are you sure? I gulped like a teenager. I was replaying the scene in my head trying to make sure I didn't get any signals crossed. I had had a lot to drink.
Very sure, Jane verified and stood up from the couch. She held out her hand to me. Her lips seemed redder in the reflected firelight. Her smile was genuine and I was already feeling very manly between my legs. I stood, ignoring my obvious arousal, and took her hand. Her eyes lit up as she glanced at my crotch.

I turned you on that much? She questioned, that was easier than I thought. It was a truly odd statement. I briefly wondered if I was being teased. Her obvious delight allowed me to discount that theory immediately. She almost yanked me toward the bed. I grabbed the quilt on the way to use when the fire died down.

Jane removed her top and dropped her panties without a thought. I started unbuckling my pants as she stood in front of me with the biggest smile I had ever seen. Her breasts were small handfuls with nipples that were straining to the point of bursting.

She had a small tuft of hair barely hiding her pussy. She was bursting with energy.

This is so exciting, she breathed as I removed my shirt. Her statements were getting odder by the moment. I mean, they fit, but they were almost childish in tone. She helped me lower my boxers since I didn't seem to be moving fast enough. My erection stood up proudly and I made no attempt to conceal it. Her boldness was infectious.

It's bigger than I thought, Jane commented, can I? She made like she was going to touch me, but held back waiting for permission. This was the oddest sexual experience of my life. It's not like I have had many women to compare her with, but Jane's mixture of exuberance and lack of confidence was strange.

Of course, I answered. Did Jane think I would say no? She carefully wrapped her hand around my shaft. I caught a shiver running up my spine from the tenderness of her touch. She stroked it softly as she lifted it and examined the head.

It's so beautiful, Jane whispered. Normally I would chalk up a comment like that as pillow talk. From her, it was voiced with infatuation. She had obviously been with fewer men than I had been with women. I let my ego gobble that one up, I wasn't about to correct her. I raised my hand to her chin and lifted her eyes to mine. I could see the lust in her powder-blue pools. She had eyes like an angel.

You're beautiful I whispered back and slowly pulled her lips to mine. There was hesitancy when our lips merged. I could swear it was her first kiss. It was tender and dry and she almost pulled back before the passion set in. I parted hers with mine and teased her upper lip lightly with my tongue. She moaned at the tickle and drove her tongue after mine. The kiss became deeper as I sensed her experimenting, trying everything. It was teen love all over again. I moved my hand to the side of her neck.

She leaned into my caress and kissed me harder.

I think I'm ready, Jane stated when she broke the kiss. Again another odd statement I was, of course, quite ready. I would never have thought to blurt that out, much less pass up on some sexy foreplay and exploration. She sat on the bed and pulled me with her. I pushed her back and lay next to her.

Are you in a hurry? I asked with big smile. It came out a bit differently than I intended. I was just trying to express how much I was enjoying this, but I think I may have sounded a bit correcting. She surprised me.

Kind of, is that bad? Jane looked at me like she valued my opinion on the subject. I thought about it. There was nothing bad about it. We had all night and if she wanted a quickie first, then who was I to slow her passion.

Absolutely not, I affirmed. I moved between her legs and placed my hand on her pussy.

I expected to have to coax her lubrication a bit. I was wrong. She wasn't wet; she was soaking. Jane moaned when my finger found her opening and her head strained back.

I have never seen a woman get so aroused by simply undressing and having a single kiss. It was an incredible turn on. I went from balsa to hickory as I slowly massaged her swollen lips.

I shifted to make my entrance. Jane's hands grabbed me and guided me. Her need was intense which helped build mine. She raised her knees to ease the entry. She moaned as she guided the head past her opening. Jane's passage was tight. Her body was fighting the intrusion, but her hands were pulling me deeper. I found resistance a short way in. Something I didn't expect.

Are...you yes you're a virgin? I stammered, not wanting to go any deeper. Her odd statements began to make sense. A sexy, thirty-something virgin was such an odd thing in this day and age. I looked at her pleading eyes. Why had she waited? I wasn't sure I was worthy of her wait. Why now, in a cabin in the woods with a stranger?

Please, Phil, she pleaded, I want to feel what it's like. My bourbon-filled thoughts allowed my misgivings to fade. I pushed against her resistance and Jane scrunched her eyes. I hadn't pushed hard enough and the look of pain on her face affected me.

I'm sorry, I whispered as I pulled back a bit. Every woman I had ever slept with was experienced. I was never anyone else's first.

I didn't like being the source of pain.

Harder, Jane begged. Her hands grabbed the sides of my waist and pulled. She had no leverage to affect my movements, but her encouragement was the permission I needed. I pushed harder and broke through, deeper than I expected or thought prudent. Jane yelped and her eyes scrunched up into tight little sinkholes. I stopped moving at once and cradled her head in my hands.

I'm sorry, I apologized softly, I'm so sorry. I felt a tear well up as I watched her face slowly relax. Dealing out pain wasn't in my genes.

Just be still a moment, Jane said as a smile formed on her face, let me get used to you.

She reached up and caressed the side of my head. I took it as forgiveness. Her eyes opened and I got lost in the powder-blue sea. She pulled my head closer and again our lips merged. We shared each other's mouths, her with more confidence and me with more longing. I was her first.

After a moment, her hand traveled down to my butt and pulled me slowly. I pulled back from the kiss and pushed carefully deeper. She had a sharp intake of breath, but kept pulling me in. I watched her eyes for signs of pain and saw only desire. I stopped when I had to - pelvis to pelvis. She held me there with a serene look on her face. You feel wonderful in me, Jane cooed as she caressed behind my ear.

I don't like hurting you, I responded. I was afraid of moving in her now. I wasn't sure how much pain I could watch.

Love and pain are the same, Jane insisted, you can't have one without the other. Having you in me is worth twice what it took to get there. Jane was the definition of odd.

Suddenly she was an experienced philosopher who spoke from inexperience. I was just happy she was smiling. It certainly felt wonderful to me. I could have stayed there all night.

I felt Jane's hips shift a little, testing her movement. Oh, that feels nice, she said. I let her do all the moving and tried to keep the bulk of my weight off her. Her pelvis was sending small surges of pleasure through me. I loved the way her eyes sparkled every time she triggered the same surges in herself. Can you do it slowly? she asked while stroking my neck.

I withdrew slowly from her warm sheath. There was no flinching or sign of pain. I only came out about half way then pushed back in. I used slow, managed thrusts. Her warm, tight passage was doing exciting things to me. I was concentrating hard to make it as pleasurable as I could without going too far myself. She continued to encourage me with her hands, trying to get me to withdraw more and reenter faster.

We worked into a sensual rhythm. I resisted the urge to drive into Jane. My fever was high and I was proud of my control. Jane moaned each time I returned to full depth.

Her eyes closed, concentrating on the sensations. I enjoyed the lustful expression on her face. The power I held was intoxicating. This was tender, slow, wonderful sex. The kind that didn't let the animal fully loose, as much art as lust.

Right there! Jane announced anxiously as I reached full depth. She held me inside her and used her legs to grind her pelvis into mine. "Right there, right there," she strained and tremors ran through her body. I felt her orgasm travel from between her legs and up through her spine. Her neck strained back and the most amazing smile crossed her lips. A giant sigh escaped her mouth and she arched her back into the pleasure. I was concentrating so hard on her pleasure, I had neglected letting myself build to join her.

I wasn't sure how much she understood, so I just let her ride to a sated finish. I loved watching and knowing.

That was better than I imagined, Jane admitted once her breathing slowed. She pulled me in for a kiss and then smothered my face with a series of wet pecks. I remained inside her and enjoyed her enthusiasm. I was going to have to wait for my release, but it hardly mattered. I was so happy her first was good. I felt manly, happily manly.

To be continued

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