I wished that I could take her into my bedroom and draw her a hot bath so that she could soak all the pain away. Having that thought right now made me start remembering what she looked like completely naked and getting excited to see her body again.
Her large, supple breasts were amazing, so soft to the touch and bouncy. I loved to kiss them, rub them, and suck on them. I could see her body writhing with pleasure as I carefully caressed her and inserted my fingers one by one into her beautiful, juicy pussy, and fucked her with my hand until her sweet juices soaked the bed beneath her.
It had been such a long time since I’d even thought of a woman this way. And now that I had met Michelle, I couldn’t imagine ever looking at another one that way again. What the fuck is she doing to my heart? I thought. It was something even stronger than what she was doing to my cock.
I kept staring at her ample breasts when she was at my cabin. The easy way that she laughed made them rise and fall in such an inviting way. I had loved seeing what they looked like underneath her clothes. I loved watching her undress, letting them free from their confinement of her bra. They looked perky and robust.
Now, I pulled out my cock and began rubbing on the head, becoming harder by the second. I thought about what it felt like when I entered her soft, moist pussy. I stroked my firm cock, lubing it up with my spit.
My hand glided up and down the shaft of my dick, exciting me so much that little drops of precum began to seep up, serving to further lubricate my throbbing pole. I pictured her riding me, her wide hips rotating on top of me as she moved faster and faster. My dick began to sputter, shooting cum into a stream upward like a geyser.
The explosion was so sudden that I almost jumped out of bed and I came long and hard. A calm washed over me, and I immediately felt drowsy. After a few minutes my eyelids became so heavy that I knew I couldn't hold them open any more. I fell into a restful sleep-- happy and satisfied.
I woke up the next morning with such a start. The sun shone through my bedroom window, the hues of orange and yellow streaking across the wall, casting a shadow through the vertical blinds which were partially opened. I could tell that it was going to be a beautiful day.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, bolting out of bed.
I remembered that today was the day that I was spending with Michelle. Before she left we exchanged numbers and this had been our conversation:
Michelle: Hey, it's Michelle!
Me: Hey Michelle! Thanks for texting me. I’m saving your number in my phone.
Michelle: Okay. Great. I can't wait to hang out tomorrow.
Me: Me, too. What time do you wake up in the morning?
Michelle: Around 6 a.m.
Me: Okay. I want us to spend as much time together as possible. Is 7 a.m. enough time for you to be ready?
Michelle: Yes, that would be great. Plus, nobody will be up at that time, so it will be easier for me to leave the house without getting distracted by the kids.
Me: Okay great! Text me the address and I will be there to get you at 7 a.m. sharp.
Just thinking about those messages made me smile at the thought that she was looking forward to seeing me again. I looked at my clock. It was 6:40.
I quickly splashed water on my face and brushed my teeth. I cursed myself for masturbating because I was sure it had been the reason I had slept so soundly that I hadn’t heard my alarm that I had set for 5:30 a.m.
I ran around the room looking for the cleanest pair of jeans I could find. It had been weeks since I had bothered to do any laundry, so I knew that I would be lucky to find a pair that was clean. I settled for a pair of jeans that were frayed at the cuff. They weren't exactly clean, but at least there weren’t any stains on them that I could physically see.
I pulled them on with a plaid button up shirt that I had never worn. I thought that it looked presentable. I didn't have very many nice clothes since I spent so much time out hunting and in the cabin.
Usually, I figured that there was no one for me to talk to let alone get all dressed up for. But today was different. I wanted to look my best to impress Michelle.
I jumped in my truck and texted Michelle, letting her know that I was on my way. I didn't wait to get her response back and barely waited for the truck to warm up before barreling out of my driveway in the direction I programmed on the GPS.
Darren's place… I was curious to see where I would end up. Even though we technically were neighbors, the nearest cabin was miles away. One of the reasons that I wanted to have my cabin built in the mountains was because the houses were so far apart. When I came to look for a place to build, I remember struggling hard to see if I could spot another house.
I knew that it was going to be somewhat of a drive to get to Darren's house. I turned on the radio, trying to listen for a weather report. We had been having unseasonably warm weather and today was no different. The forecast was in the high 40s with plenty of sunshine.
I smiled at the thought of how the beautiful weather would be the perfect backdrop for a hike in the mountains. I wanted everything to be perfect.
"GPS signal lost," came the computerized woman's voice from the dashboard. My heart sank a little as I drove on, hoping that the signal would reconnect and let me arrive to Darren's cabin sooner rather than later.
After a few minutes of driving and still no GPS, I pulled over on the side of the road so that I could look at the address that Michelle had texted me. I pulled a map out of the glove compartment and found the street on it. I ran my finger along the path on the map that I needed to take, tossed the map on the passenger's seat, put the car in drive, and pulled off.
I followed the winding road through the trees, taking in the beautiful mountainside scenery. There was a quiet calm that settled over this place that gave it a mystical feel. It was so quiet and secluded that you could almost imagine that you were in a completely different world.
The pine trees lining the road were massive with branches that reached up to the heavens. The light dusting of snow that covered each tree gave it a nostalgic feeling that I often associated with wintertime.
I was so caught up in the scenery that I almost missed the cabin that was neatly nestled among a cluster of pine and fir trees. The single wisp of smoke escaping from the chimney made the cabin look very warm and homey. It was a beautiful, massive cabin resembling something that you might see in Architectural Digest.
The gravel of the driveway crunched as my tires drove towards the cabin. There were several cars parked off to the side of the driveway. I had to take a few deep breaths to compose myself. I could feel my heart beginning to palpitate as anxiety set in.
Get yourself together, I told myself, shaking my head as if that would help me to shake off the nervous feeling that was climbing up from my belly and threatening to choke me. I felt like a kid going to pick his date up for Prom instead of a grown man here to spend the day with a mature, beautiful woman.
I pulled up to the front door and threw the truck into park. I was just on time— luckily, as I wouldn’t have wanted to be late for our first official “date.” I took a few more deep breaths before hopping out of the car and walking up to the front door. I got ready to knock but stopped.
I breathed into the palm of my hand and smelled it, making sure that I didn't have bad breath before talking to Michelle. That would really fucking suck. I had been able to quickly brush my teeth before rushing out of the cabin, and although I was afraid I had done too quick of a job, it appeared that all was fine.
Before I could knock, the door swung open and Michelle was standing there.
"Whoa!" I said, taking a couple of steps backward, tripping down the steps and almost landing on my back.
"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry!" said Michelle, rushing down the steps toward me. "Are you okay?"
Her face crinkled into a frown. I could see that she was genuinely worried.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, embarrassed. I hoped that this wasn't an indication of how our day was going to go.
"It's okay," I answered. "I rushed over here. I overslept and didn't hear my alarm. Then my GPS wasn’t working but, you know, that’s what good old fashioned maps are for."
I wasn't about to tell her that the reason that I overslept was because I had masturbated myself into a blissful hibernation.
"Well, I’m glad you found the place," she said, smiling sweetly. "Shall we get going?"
"Absolutely," I said, extending the crook of my arm to her.
She graciously took my arm and walked the few paces to the truck. I opened the passenger door and helped her step up into the truck.
Michelle had a huge smile on her face and was blushing. I followed her gaze to the window on the second floor of the cabin and saw Monica standing there, sporting one of the cheesiest grins that I'd ever seen, and giving the thumbs up sign.
"So much for leaving undetected," said Michelle, covering her face with embarrassment.
I laughed. She uncovered her face and looked over at me, smiling. Her smile made her eyes sparkle like diamonds.
"You're so incredibly beautiful," I said.
"Thank you. You are so sweet," she said, leaning over to land a peck on my cheek.
It sent a surge of electricity through my body. She leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile smeared on her face. I started the car and backed out of the driveway.
We rode in silence the rest of the way, but it was a comfortable silence, full of us locking eyes from time to time and smiling. She looked as happy to see me as I was to see her. That alone gave me all the reassurance that I needed.
I had a feeling that I was in for a real adventure.
Chapter 16 - Michelle
Elijah drove through the winding mountain roads, and I rode alongside peacefully as his passenger, for about an hour. It was not an uncomfortable silence, but the kind where words simply aren't needed. It was as if I could read his thoughts and he could read mine.
It was the sort of silence that was shared between people who had known each other for a long time. I wasn't quite sure how I could feel so comfortable with Elijah since we had just met, but it was nice, a welcome change in the monotony that had become my life.
"Are we there yet?" I asked, jokingly.
We shared light laughter. I definitely didn’t sound like Jensen’s children and their high-pitched voices, but I was growing a bit antsy to find out what today had in store for us.
"Yes. Just a few more minutes now," said Elijah, fixing his eyes on the road.
After a few minutes he pulled over on the side of the road and parked under a cluster of trees.
"We're here," he announced, shutting off the car.
We got out of the truck. He reached into the back seat and pulled out a large green backpack. It was full and looked really heavy, like it was going to burst at any second.
We took off walking down a path between the trees. As we walked, I noticed the trees begin to thin out. We walked for a while. I wondered how much longer we had to go.
"It's just around the bend there," said Elijah, as if he had read my mind.
He pointed to a place just beyond what looked like a pile of rocks. It must have been the remains of an old building that once had sat in that spot.
"This had once been a native American burial ground. It is believed there was a house constructed here, similar to the pyramids of Egypt, where they would house the dead. And some of these caves, including this one, was where the chief would live."
I nodded, acknowledging that I had been listening to him. But the long hike was beginning to catch up with me. I felt like my lungs were going to explode. I didn't anticipate such a long hike today.
"Are you okay?" asked Elijah, putting his hand on my shoulder as if trying to steady me to keep me from falling over.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied.
I was exhausted. My body was still sore from both the hike and injury the day before. This trek added even more strain on my already aching body.
"I guess I really didn't think about how long of a hike this would be, especially after the long one that we took yesterday."
He started to look worried, like he was having regrets about his plan for the day. He was clearly used to walking for a long time, whereas I was not.
"No, it's okay. Really. It's not your fault that I'm so out of shape," I laughed, hoping to lighten the mood. "Give me a batter to beat or children to chase and I'm fine. But when it comes to any real exercise, I have such an allergic reaction that I'm liable to break out in hives.
He leaned his head back and roared with laughter.
"Beautiful and a great sense of humor. You are just perfect, aren't you?"
"Ha! Hardly," I said, shaking my head. "That's really nice of you to say. I bet you say that to all the women, you charmer, you."
"Well..." he began, rubbing his neck and staring at the ground. "To be completely honest, I haven't really talked to many women in a long time. Any people at all, really. I've been here for so long that I can't remember the last time I’ve seen anyone out here."
He got a faraway gaze in his eyes, as if he were trying to remember the last time that he had encountered anyone.
I didn't quite understand what he meant by saying that he didn't have much contact with the outside world. I had so many unanswered questions. How long had it been since he had seen another woman? I knew that he had been a part of Harlow's SEAL unit. Had that been the last human interaction that he had had?
I decided not to ask him about it. I figured that he would tell me if and when he wanted me to know. No one likes a person who pries too much into someone else’s life.
And even if I was going to ask him anything, he stopped me in my tracks, catching me off guard by pulling me in close to him by the waist and kissing me long and hard. His lips felt soft and full. Even feeling his beard tickling my cheeks made me smile. He was a really good kisser and I was enjoying every minute of it.
He took my hand and guided me further into the cave. It was mostly dark, but I could see an area along the wall where a piece of rock jutted out. He led me to it and sat me down.
Then he did something that I had only ever seen done on TV. He grabbed a few pieces of wood that we stacked up against the wall and put them in the middle of the cave in a circle of stones that had been carefully placed there. He produced a tiny piece of flint and a rock. He struck the rock a few times, causing a spark to dance over the wood. It caught and started a fire that began as a small ember.
He fanned it with his hand and the flame grew until it was rising high and lighting up the whole cave. I looked around and saw that it was set up like a small home fit for one person to live in. There was a pile of books in a far corner.
"Books of yours?" I asked, pointing toward the discarded pile.
"Oh yeah," he said, his eyes still fixed on the fire that he was stirring with a stick, trying to get it to burn brighter. "I come down here sometimes when I want a change of pace from the cabin."
"You live out in the wilderness, away from civilization. How much more different of an experience are you looking to have?"
"What can I say?" he said. "I like to walk on the wild side."
The way that he said that told me that he wasn't just talking about living adventurously in the wilderness. He was talking about something else, something naughtier.
Once the fire was burning to his satisfaction, he directed his attention back to me. He slowly walked over to where I sat, watching me with curious amusement.
He pulled me in close to him, and his tongue entered my mouth. He lapped his tongue in and out of my mouth, kissing me with such intensity that I had to push away to catch my breath.
He started unzipping my coat
while staring into my eyes. He unbuttoned my blouse and reached into my bra, pulling out my breast and watching it bounce with pleasure. He leaned down and began tenderly kissing my breasts. Then, he took my nipple into his mouth and began sucking and licking, making greedy sounds of delight as his tongue ran laps around my firm nipple.
"I love your breasts,” he told me. “And your whole body. I still can’t believe this is even real. That I’m touching them, kissing you, about to fuck you again.”
I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him passionately.
"Does that feel real?" I asked him.
He nodded slowly, leaning in for another kiss. His kisses were so sweet, so tender. I could have stayed there kissing him all day.
"I want to feel you," he whispered in my ear. I wanted the same thing.
He slowly finished taking off my clothes, taking care to put them in a neat pile at our feet. Then he took off his own clothes until he stood in front of me completely naked. His wide, firm chest and muscular build made him look like one of the superheroes that I’d been conjuring up in my mind. His body had tattoos all over it.
My gaze quickly moved from his inked skin to his erect penis that seemed to be pointing directly at me. He looked so powerful standing there, towering over me.
"I can’t believe we’re having this much sex when up until yesterday I’d never even had sex before," I said softly.
"Well, after I took your virginity yesterday, this is just the next step,” he replied. “Sex in my cave. In the one place I’ve never brought anyone, except for you, right now.”
"Okay,” I told him. “I’m excited, but nervous.”
"Well," he said, moving closer to me, taking me into his strong arms, hugging me tightly. "Don't worry. I’ll be gentle."
He spread out some of the clothes on the cold stone ground and beckoned for me to lay on top of them. I laid down, covering my stomach with my hands. He leaned over me, brushed my hands away and began kissing all over my stomach.
"Why are you trying to cover yourself? You are so beautiful."
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