THE GETAWAY CABIN part 4

THE GETAWAY CABIN part 4

Jane rolled me over while giggling. She somehow stayed with me, never letting me out.

She placed her knees outside my legs.
Your turn, she stated seductively. She understood more than I realized. I no longer had to worry about hurting her.

She now was in control and I found it exhilarating. Her small breasts did a little dance as she rose and fell with a lot more force than I thought she could take. The whole time she was beaming her powder-blues into my eyes. She reached behind herself and massaged my scrotum while she continued her ride.

I understand men like this, Jane smiled. The feeling was unexpected and wonderful.

Oh, yes we do, I said in encouragement. My smile must have stretched across the room. Julie was a delicious ball of sexual desire. She went from art to pure fun without missing a beat. I reached up and put my hands over her breasts. They were so soft and it made her giggle when I played with the nipples. God, I felt like a teenager. I relished her newness.

Jane withdrew her hand from between my legs and leaned forward, never slowing her hips. It's your turn to cum, she whispered in my ear. Her boldness surprised me and drove me closer to the edge. I felt her lips gently tug on my earlobe, followed by a warm, wet tongue. Cum for me! she demanded. I exploded. My insides were burning with pleasure as I emptied into her. She stroked my face. Let it out, let it all out, she whispered lovingly as I arched, into her. I didn't know how someone with no experience could drive me forward like an expert. I sighed and relaxed as I rolled down the mountain of joy. She caught me with her lips her soft, loving lips.

You should have seen your face, Jane blurted out when I opened my eyes, you looked so happy. She was obviously proud of herself. I had to give her that one.

You made me very happy, I agreed. I cradled her face and gave her a quick kiss. We wore matching smiles as we lay there looking into each other's eyes. Jane was an enigma. A lovely, odd enigma she rolled off me and cuddled close. She purred as I wrapped my arms around her. She felt so comfortable tucked in the nook of my arm.

We stayed that way for a few minutes before I broke the peace. I wasn't sure why I did, but I knew I had been somewhat rude earlier and I didn't want to leave it that way.

I didn't want to ruin their Christmas, I said softly while looking at the ceiling joists.

Whose, Christmas? Jane asked.

My sister's you asked me why I wasn't spending Christmas with them, I continued with the truth, she has a wonderful life and mine has been pretty crappy lately. I figured it would be a downer for her kids. She deserves good memories.

I think you're giving me pretty good memories, Jane said as she snuggled closer.

I can't do this with my sister, I laughed. I did have to admit to myself that Jane was also giving me some good memories.

That's not what I meant, Jane said as she swatted me playfully, they're your family and they are happier with you than without.

There she goes again speaking like she knows them. She didn't make it sound like a general statement. It sounded like a known fact. I was not in total disagreement though. My self-loathing had gotten a bit harsh.

I suppose you're right, I agreed. I was going to ask how she knew I had a sister, but I decided, for now I was enjoying the mystery that was Jane. Maybe I would never ask. I would take her down the mountain tomorrow and reality would most likely separate us.

I much preferred the innocent memories I had now. I pulled the quilt over the both of us when the sexual sweat receded. I knew I was covering a bit of a mess, but Jane was almost asleep and the mess didn't bother me. What you can't see just doesn't seem as bad. I closed my eyes and let the light from the crackling fire flicker across my eyelids. I felt comfortable in my skin for the first time in years. It wasn't long before I drifted off.

I woke shaking. It was cold. No, more than cold - it was freezing! I could see my breath.

My heart pounded as the ramifications crashed in on me. I sat up and wrapped the quilt around me. Jane was already awake and shaking. She was wrapped in a blanket and was desperately trying to relight the fire. She was holding the match directly on one of the large logs. She had obviously never lit a fire before.

You have to use scraps, I said as I rose and headed for the tinder box. Jane turned to me with a slightly blue-lipped smile. You should have woken me, I stated warmly as I dug a handful of tinder out of the box.

You looked so peaceful, she said with clattering teeth. I didn't go to the trouble to explain the danger we were in. Maybe it would pass and become moot. The cabin was pretty well insulated. It should have held a good portion of its heat through the night. If it was this cold in here now, it was deadly outside.

I showed Jane how to build a small airy structure with the tinder. I let her light it which brought a bit of joy to her and a few kisses my way. We had a blazing fire in about five minutes. I enjoyed watching her wiggle her blanket-covered butt at the flames.

Her color returned quickly. Unfortunately, we only had six logs left inside. That meant a trip outside into the freezer. I decided to warm up first and maybe have a little breakfast.

I pulled the shutters open on the only window and cringed. A storm came through last night and the snow was an inch above the sill. Waist high snow and deadly cold made a trip down the mountain impossible. We were stuck and I knew what that could mean. I kept it to myself. My plans never included another and now I had to find a way to change those plans.

Is it always this cold in the morning? Jane asked while rubbing her legs. The question seemed strange for a mountain snowmobiler. Again, I held back a follow-up question that might screw up our rapport.

No, a cold front came through last night, I answered as I shut the shutters to hold in as much heat as possible.

Oh, I guess that comes with the snow, Jane added. I looked at her by the fire and then back at the window. The shutters blocked her view of the snow. Maybe she looked earlier, before I was awake. Why does everything she say, seem so strange to me?
It took two hours to bring in three day's worth of logs. It was so damn cold I had to work in small bursts.

The first hour was spent digging a way to the log pile. It was only about twenty feet from the cabin, but the snow wasn't cooperating. It was that light fluffy stuff that would blow back at you with each shovelful. Winter was in full force and I wasn't prepared to make it 'til spring. I had to find a way to get Jane down the mountain.

I closed the door for good and hefted the last armload of wood onto the growing pile.

There's no way we would survive a trip down the mountain today, I said as cheerfully as possible. There was no point telling her the whole truth, especially if we could get a break in the weather that would allow me to ignore the issue entirely. The past week was unseasonably warm; therefore, a break was not a strong possibility.

So, you are stuck in a cabin with me, Jane said with a lecherous smile, what will you do?

Her hair was a mess, all bunched up in places from last night's activities. She was still wrapped in the coarse green blanket that she started the morning with. No makeup, just her as nature intended. She was, by far, the sexiest woman I had ever known. Her attitude was more exciting than I can put into words. To her, this was all new and exciting. It was in her voice and her sparkling powder-blue Angel eyes.

No TV, no radio. We are going to have to find some way to entertain each other, I flirted with my voice. I removed my winter wear and placed it on the wall hooks. The cabin warmed up quickly after the door was closed for the day.

It's so cold. How will we stay warm? Jane let the blanket drop to the floor. She stood, framed by the raging fire, naked as a nymph, perfectly comfortable sharing herself with me. For the first time in years, I had no desire to die.

I moved toward her slowly, dropping my shirt and kicking off my shoes. She smiled at me and absently caressed her breast. How does someone so inexperienced, know exactly how to look so desirable? I knew the mystery made everything more intense, more powerful and so much more exciting. I wanted to see her in ecstasy again. I undid my pants and stepped out of them. Jane didn't move away from the fire. She let her hand drop from her breast and trail its way down her stomach and then, between her legs. I stepped out of my boxers with an erection that was twenty years younger.

Body heat, that's the best way. I kept up the playful rhetoric as I moved closer. Jane's hand was active between her legs. Her mouth formed an 'O' as a finger disappeared between her folds. I almost stopped to see how far she would go. I thought better of it.

Her skin on my skin, that was more enticing than any show she could put on. I moved in and met her full lips with mine. I placed my hand over hers, and followed her finger with mine. She moaned into my mouth - a silky, soft sound that echoed deeply.

I brought Jane's hand to my mouth and tasted her glistening finger. She had an oily, sweet taste and the smell was a musky heaven. She smiled and tasted herself on my finger. I watched as she slowly pulled my finger through her lips. She wanted me watching, her exhibitionist side was so alluring. I took her to the couch and gently sat her down.

I kneeled in front of her and caressed her thighs open. Her movements were hesitant at first, almost like she wasn't sure what her role was. That ended when I leaned in and kissed the inside of her knee. Oh, she said and leaned back into the cushions, I think I'm going to like this. It almost sounded like she was narrating a movie - her inflections never quite matching the situation. I almost laughed because I was getting used to it, but held it in and let my lips nibble down her thigh.

I ran my fingers through the soft hairs above Jane's pussy as my mouth neared its target. I felt a shiver run through her thigh as I neared its apex. I know I'm going to like this, Jane whispered. She placed her hands on the back of my head, combing her fingers through my hair. My lips met her moist nether lips. Again, I was surprised by how little it took to excite her. I drew my tongue along her opening, tasting the sweetness. Her involuntary cooing was pleasant motivation, increasing my arousal and my boldness.

I gently opened her folds with my fingers and licked deeply, bringing out her smile and a lovely twitch between her legs. She tasted of summer, like sweet spring water warmed by the sun.

To be continued


By nutbuster