The families shuffled around the house looking for articles of clothing needed to get outside for their walk. It was practically comical to see the way that they called out for forgotten items, flinging loose socks and shoes back and forth.
They loaded up on layers of clothes until they looked puffy. I had to stifle laughter as I watched them waddle out the door looking like they had put on every article of clothing that they owned.
The ones too little to walk were carried in baby wearing carriers on the chests of their fathers, their cute little feet dangling in front of them. It was such an adorable sight, it almost made me wish that I had my own. I looked over at Michelle and saw that she had a longing look on her face. Could she be thinking the same thing that I was?
Michelle helped the kids to get on their coats, hats, gloves and scarves. They really loved her, and it showed in the way that they clung to her. It practically seemed like the children responded better to Michelle than they did to their own parents.
I guessed that the years of her working as a nanny had helped her to know exactly how to work with children and connect with them. It was something I loved to watch.
"Ms. Michelle, are you coming with us?" asked one of the children with a pasty white face, his nose already red and runny.
"No, I'm going to stay here. I'll be here when you get back," she said, ruffling his hair.
Everyone filed out the door. Michelle waved goodbye and shut the door. She turned around and looked at me with a naughty smile. I licked my lips and smiled. I walked over to where she stood in front of the door and put my hands around her waist. I looked into her deep blue eyes and felt a warmness within me.
"Let me go put Drew down for his nap," said Michelle, the smile disappearing from her face and being replaced with a look of no-nonsense adulting. “Say goodnight to Mr. Elijah, Drew.”
“Night night!” Drew said, smiling at me. Apparently he was glad to be getting a nap.
She brushed past me down the hallway in the direction of the room that Drew had been staying in throughout the trip. I heard her read a book and then sing to him softly. It was very sweet. She emerged after a few minutes, closing the door behind her.
"He’s fine," she said, a look of relief on her face. “Just really needed that nap, and wanted me to stay in there with him until he fell asleep.”
Her nurturing, caring nature added to her natural beauty. Watching how gentle and kind she was a huge turn on. I wanted to take her right then and there on the floor, and fuck her silly.
I was a bit afraid that Drew would wake up and somehow wander down the hallway and catch us in the act. I remembered that there was a balcony upstairs and had a great idea. I was excited just thinking of the idea… to be alone together and deep inside of her. I had to act on it. My dick was pressing up against my trousers.
"Hey, come with me," I told her, grabbing her hand.
"Where are we going?" she asked, confused.
"You'll see," I said, hurrying to the stairs.
The staircase winded up to another floor with peaked ceilings. Our footsteps echoed as we walked hurriedly up the stairs. Once we reached the second floor, I walked up to a pair of doors and flung them open, letting in a cold, stiff breeze.
Michelle bristled, wrapping her arms around herself to protect from the cold. I stepped out onto the balcony, wrapping my arms around her, pulling her body close to mine. The cold was jarring, but the sun was bright and high, shining down on the shimmering snow, glistening like diamonds over the mountain terrain.
"It's really beautiful out here, isn't it?" asked Michelle.
"Yeah," I said, leaning down to nuzzle her neck.
She smelled heavenly, like a bed of flowers. Standing there holding her out in nature made my heart speed up. Now I was getting really horny.
"I want to fuck you out here," I told her, starting to grind my hardened dick on her ass. I reached around and squeezed her breast. Her nipples were hard.
"I don't know," she said, grinding right back on me. "They probably won't be gone for very long."
I started kissing her neck. She closed her eyes and moaned. Then smiling a bit devilishly she said, "Well… maybe we can do something really fast."
I was so ready and didn't waste another second. I pulled her pants down, exposing her soft, voluptuous ass. I leaned her over.
I pulled out a condom, opened a corner of it with my teeth, and slipped it over my dick. I spit on my palm and rubbed it on my dick and forced my hard cock into her pussy. She yelled, gripping the railing of the balcony to hold herself up.
I held onto her hips and pumped hard and fast. She pushed back, letting moans escape her throat.
“I’m cumming!” she whispered, not wanting to wake up Drew.
“Cum on my cock,” I commanded her, pumping in and out of her with all my might, knowing that I was close to climax, too. “I love when your slippery, wet, tight little pussy cums all over me.”
The wind circled us, prickling our skin. Her pussy swallowed every inch of my pole and I could already feel that this was going to be a quickie. I had been so horny before we started that I knew this fuck would be fast and furious.
The way that she was thrusting her wet pussy back and forth on my dick while bouncing vigorously, I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I began fucking her faster and felt the explosion coming before it happened. I squeezed her hips and ass as I came, bracing myself as my semen poured out of me and into the condom inside her.
Michelle pulled up her pants, spun around, and kissed me hard on the mouth.
"That was fun," she said, her hot breath warming my freezing lips and cheeks.
"It really was," I said, gasping to catch my own breath. We heard voices in the distance and looked out and saw the homeowners heading back toward the house.
"Oh shit!" said Michelle, struggling to fix her clothes and hair. "Let's go downstairs and try to act natural."
I fixed my clothes and quickly followed. But I wasn’t sure if I could honor her request. It was always hard to act natural around Michelle, especially after I’d just cum in her delicious pussy.
Chapter 33 - Elijah
Everyone shuffled in with a look of satisfied exhaustion.
"We saw a deer!" yelled one of the children proudly.
"We sure did," said Hope, smiling. "Michelle, it was so cute. You should have been there. We were all in awe of this beautiful doe standing there with its baby. And what does Bryant say? 'I can't wait to get back and tell Ms. Michelle.'"
Everyone laughed and Michelle held her chest with the most heartfelt smile across her face. I thought that I saw tears beginning to well up in her eyes.
"Well, she is a pretty incredible lady," I said, looking at her.
We shared a sweet smile. I didn't bother to hide my joy at being with her and seeing her happy. As far as I was concerned, I could tell everyone and not care a bit who knew. It would not change the way that I felt about Michelle. I knew from the moment that I saw her that I wanted to know more about her and now that I was getting the chance to see what she was really about, I was even more impressed.
"Okay, we've had our walk," said Harlow, trying to contain his mounting frustration. "Now, I think that it would be a good idea to get things ready so that we can head back. Just seeing how involved it is going for a walk, let's me know that we should probably have started packing to leave three days ago."
He was Mr. Routine, as usual.
"We still have a little bit more time to get ready," said Monica, still wanting to prolong the fun. "But after that walk, I'm hungry. Hope, do you still have any of that amazing pie of yours?"
"Sure do,” Hope said. “And I would love it if you guys would do me the favor of helping me get rid of them. Otherwise, we will sit here and eat and entire meal of pies. And by us, I mean Darren."
Darren smiled sheepishly.
"You know it's actually more your fault than anyone's," he said. "If your pies weren't so delicious, I might not be temp
ted to eat so much of them."
Michelle then headed toward the cabinet to retrieve plates. "I'll help you serve it." she said.
She was so thoughtful and generous. Always thinking about other people. I loved that about her.
"Thanks," said Hope, disappearing into the pantry and emerging with two of most gorgeous pecan pies I’d ever laid eyes on. The group started "oooooh"ing and clapping, eyes fixed on the pies as Hope carried them to the counter to be cut and served.
“Whipped cream… ice cream anyone?” There were several drawn out “Yeeeeeeess’s.”
Once everyone had been served, the room quieted down with the scraping of forks and moans of satisfaction the only sounds heard. I sensed that the trip had come to an end and I thought it would be best if I took my leave before everyone else. I hadn't thought that I would end up spending the night last night, but I was glad that I did because it had brought so many more chances to be with Michelle.
"I'm going to be taking off here soon," I announced.
Michelle looked at me with a look of sad panic in her eyes. I felt a jolt of sadness within me, but I knew there was no sense in prolonging the inevitable.
"Take care. What a funny surprise it was, seeing you out here," said Harlow. "Just when you think that the world is small, you find out that it's even smaller."
"Yeah," I said, shaking my head in wonder. "It’s definitely been a memorable weekend, an adventure for sure."
I stole a glance over at Michelle and saw that she was grinning from ear-to-ear.
"We have to do this again soon," said Harlow. "What are you up to these days?"
"I took a job doing some remote contract work with the military," I told him. "I wanted to be able to do something that allowed me to live in the wilderness and still be able to live comfortably. With my military background and experience, it just made sense that I would work for them. I didn't think that I would get back into military work after I left the SEALS, but it's been working out for me so far."
I didn't want to go into too much detail about the work that I was doing for the military. They had me working on some classified cases that I didn't want to talk to them about. But I felt satisfied I had answered his question without lying.
"And how have you adjusted to life after officially leaving the military?" asked Harlow, turning his head sideways to get a better look at me. “I know we talked some about the transition being difficult… about the guilt and doubt that is common to many veterans.”
He looked genuinely interested, and concerned. I think that sharing with them what happened that day I had gotten sick had increased our bond. I wasn’t used to anyone talking so openly about veterans’ feelings when they returned home from war, but to Harlow, it seemed to come naturally.
It felt good to air things out. But, I wasn’t quite ready to get into detail about the sleepless or nightmare-filled nights. I had confessed a lot to Michelle, and so spilling my guts to even more people would be a lot to handle right now.
"It's been pretty good,” I told him, vaguely. “I haven’t had many complaints. I imagine that it's been similar to anyone else leaving the military, I guess."
"You'd be surprised," said Harlow, nodding slowly. "Some of us come home and struggle to get back to our lives before deployment. Sometimes, we see too much and that can affect everyone differently. That's why I started a foundation that helps soldiers coming home from the military to readjust to civilian life. It's called ‘Home Free.’”
I stared at him, impressed. No wonder he knew so much about this topic.
“I know how it can be to go from one world to the next and struggle to stay grounded and connected with life and your loved ones. It can alienate you,” he continued. “I had to find ways to cope once I got home and now, with the foundation, I help other soldiers who might have challenges in these areas.”
I nodded, while he continued talking.
“It's really good that you adjusted so well once you left the military because not all soldiers have that experience,” he said. “But if you ever decided that you wanted to check out what the foundation does to get some extra support, I definitely suggest it. Or who knows? Maybe you could be an incredible resource to help others going through the challenges associated with adjusting back to civilian life?"
Wow, I thought, this is a different side to Harlow. I really enjoyed being around everyone and thought that maybe it might be a good idea to try to connect with more people. It would definitely be a change to my old ways, but, maybe it would be for the best.
"I'll definitely keep it in mind," I said. "Things have really been looking up for me lately, so I would love to come out and see if there's anything that I can do to help."
I looked over and winked at Michelle. I wanted her to know that she was a large part of the reason why I had felt more optimistic lately. And also why I would even consider going to where Harlow was— because that would be where she was, too.
I thought about what Harlow was telling me. I realized that he was not that same reactive man that I had met all those years ago in the SEALs. I thought that his constant shots over the past few days had been coming from a place of hate, but having this conversation made me think that maybe that wasn't the case.
In fact, I was starting to think that I had been completely wrong about him— really all of them. They had been very welcoming and warm, allowing me to spend time with them as if I was a long-lost family member.
I felt so welcomed by them. And the fact that Michelle had been here was an added bonus. Actually, she was my favorite part about the last few days.
I could see myself being friends with them now that I knew that they were actually decent guys. I tried to think of a good reason for me not to take Harlow up on his offer and couldn't think of reason not to.
I had been dreading my trip ending and not being able to see Michelle anymore. Now that I’d had time to spend with her and experience amazing love making sessions, I knew that I wanted more. This gave me the perfect opportunity to be around her.
"You know what, I'll do it,” I declared, before I could let my fears and doubt get the better of me and change my mind. “I'll go with you to Albuquerque and help with the foundation. I think that it would be just as good for me as it might be for others. I can always do the work that I do for the military somewhere else. And there really isn't anything keeping me in the woods. Not anymore, anyway."
I could see Michelle beaming at me out of the corner of my eye. My heart almost leapt up in my chest at the thought of being able to spend more time with Michelle and seeing what the future might hold for us.
"What a relief," said Monica. "I wasn't sure how much more orchestrating I could do before you two found a way to get together. My task is completed!"
Michelle laughed loudly.
"Yes, you have definitely been on the job," said Michelle. "I'm just glad that things are working out the way that they are because I didn't want to have to think about how I was going to go about getting back into the mountains on a regular basis."
I walked over and wrapped my arms around her, glad that I could now show my affection for her publicly. “Don’t worry,” I told her, “I’ll still bring you back here occasionally.”
"Awwww," said Whitney, starting to tear up. "I'm really happy for you guys. And I would be lying if I didn't say how happy I am that you decided to come back with us, Elijah. To be honest, I was starting to panic a little bit as I noticed that you two were becoming closer.”
She glanced at Michelle and then continued. “Michelle is the best thing that has happened to our family. Our children have flourished, and our household has been happier with her here, so I understand how you can be so taken with her. I kept imagining when she didn't come back the night of the storm that we had lost her… that something bad had happened or that she had decided she was going to stay with you and live in the mountains forever. But this is even better."
Whitney smiled brightly, rushing over to hug both of us.<
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"Group hug!" yelled Monica, walking over to join us.
Soon, everyone had joined us. Even some of the little kids jumped in for some love and hugs. I felt squished and uncomfortable in a web of arms. I smiled though, because it felt good to be connected to such wonderful, warm-hearted people. It almost felt like… dare I say… a family!
And to think, that when I first saw them in the woods, I wanted nothing to do with them. Now, I wanted everything to do with them— especially Michelle, with whom I had to admit to myself that I was falling deeply in love. Admitting it to her was a different matter, but, as I gripped her in a group bear hug, I felt quite sure that I was madly, wildly in love with her.
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