“I'll give you the tour and I'll show you to your room,” he said.
“I would love that.”
Jonathan opened his arms wide. “This is the living room.”
I walked to the fire and let it warm my backside. A lit lantern stood on a table next to a couch. My hopes sank that there was electricity. I looked up at the ceiling and didn't see any lights. “It's very cozy.”
“That's the word you'll be saying throughout the tour.”
I shook my head. “I meant cozy like friendly and inviting. It's not small at all. A lot bigger than my dorm.”
Jonathan pointed behind him. “This is the dining room.” A long rectangular wooden table with four chairs looked like it was handmade.
I ran my fingers over the rough wood. “Did you make this?”
Jonathan nodded. “Not very hard to build a table and chairs when you can build a cabin.”
“Well of course,” I replied.
The kitchen was just off the dining room. It was a galley style with a pantry, open shelves for plates and glasses. “Do you not have a fridge?”
Jonathan laughed. “Yeah if you didn't notice already, there isn't any electricity. I don't even have a generator. So that means no fridge.”
“How do you keep your food fresh?” I asked.
“A lot of canned goods and fresh fish. Everyday I go out and catch my dinner.”
Jonathan was more capable than I ever could be. “You really are surviving out here.”
“I know it sounds terrible but I think you'll like it after awhile. Trust me.”
“I've got an open mind. Don't worry about me.”
“Let me show you the bathroom.” Jonathan took me across the living room and to a small alcove with three doors. “The one on the left is my room. The middle door is the bathroom.” He opened the door and it looked just like a normal bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower.
“Do you get running water?”
Jonathan laughed. “That was one thing I couldn't live with. It takes a little for the water to heat up but its not bad.”
“Thank god,” I said.
Jonathan opened the door on the right. “This will be your room.” He opened the door to a queen-sized bed with green flannel sheets, a dresser and closet. A window overlooked the forest scenery.
“That's not a bad view,” I said.
“I thought you would like it.” Jonathan brought my suitcases in. “I'm sure you're exhausted from the drive. Do you want to call it a night and catch up tomorrow?”
I could feel the long day heavy on my back. “Sounds perfect.”
Chapter Three
Mistake number one: Not sleeping in warm clothes. The room was freezing the entire night. Even all the covers didn't protect me.
Mistake number two: I didn't close the big black drapes before going to bed. The sun came through the window at 6:00 AM, literally blinding me. It was like the angels were singing from the heavens. By the time I forced myself to get up to close them, I was already wide awake.
I put on a heavy coat and slippers. I opened the door and saw that Jonathan's door was wide open. He was either already up or slept with it open. I crossed the bathroom and peeked into his room. The bed looked freshly made.
“Want some breakfast?” a voice said behind me.
I jumped in the air, clutching my chest. The highest screech came from my throat. I spun around to see Jonathan. “You scared the hell out of me!”
“Sorry about that. I was just wondering if you were hungry yet?”
The most amazing smell was coming from the kitchen. My stomach grumbled to remind me that I hadn't eaten in awhile. “What are you cooking? It smells so good.”
“Corned beef hash,” he said, walking away to the kitchen.
“I'm starving.” It had been years since I had corned beef hash. It was during a camping trip with friends. The smell brought me right back to sitting around the campfire.
Jonathan took the cast iron skillet off the gas burner and spooned some onto a plate for me. “There's salt and pepper on the table.”
I took the plate and a spoon off the wood counter-tops. I sat down at the table and took my first bite. So many flavors came together. There was even a little heat. “This is so good,” I said, taking another bite.
Jonathan stood in the kitchen and ate straight from the skillet. “I'm glad you like it.”
“I don't remember you being a very good cook when we lived together,” I said with a mouthful. I didn't care if I was polite or not. The food was too good to worry about proper manners.
“You have to get good at cooking if you're going to be eating the same things all the time.”
“If I get to eat this every morning, I'm going to be very happy.”
I licked every little morsel off the plate and leaned back in my seat. I'd never felt so content in my life. “That was perfect.”
“I'm glad you enjoyed it.” Jonathan took my plate and placed it in the sink.
“What are we going to do today?” I asked.
“This morning I need to do some chores. You can relax around the house.”
“Do you have anything for entertainment around here? I kind of didn't bring anything except for my phone.”
“Sorry I probably should've told you about the cell reception. There's a shelf of books in my room that you can help yourself to.”
“Reading sounds nice and relaxing. But first I'm going to take a shower.” I kind of liked this type of vacation. I didn't really need to worry about anything. There weren't many options for me and all I had to do was focus on relaxing.
But how could I put my guard down around Jonathan? It was exhausting being around him and not being able to touch him.
I hid away in the bathroom and started the shower. It was freezing cold to start and I worked the handle until it began to warm up. A small oval mirror hung over the sink. I couldn't believe I let Jonathan see me in this state. My makeup needed to be done, the knots in my hair brushed out.
I checked the water and it had warmed up. I undressed and jumped in, letting the hot water rush over me. It felt so good and I agreed with Jonathan that there was no way you could give this up.
I cleaned myself with the bar of soap, imagining Jonathan using it on himself. I rubbed the bar over my breasts, running down my stomach. I pressed it against my pubic mound and let out a gasp. It had been so long since I touched myself.
I thought about Jonathan joining me in the shower naked, his strong hands feeling every inch of me. Finding my release every day would be the only way I was going to be able to stay away from Jonathan.
I pressed the bar of soap against my fleshy bulb and rotated it. I had to put my hand out against the wall to keep myself from falling over. The pleasure was intense. I imagined Jonathan and his big cock ready to take me from behind.
I was close. Just a little bit more.
A rush of cold water came out of the showerhead. I screamed and jumped out of the way of the stream. My chest was heaving, my skin full of goosebumps. I was no longer in the mood for touching myself.
I didn't even get a chance to shampoo my hair before the warm water ran out. I turned the shower off, grabbed a towel, and hastily tried to dry myself off before I froze to death.
I got dressed and could hear a noise outside. I walked to the window in the living room and could see Jonathan outside.
“Oh fuck,” I said to myself.
Jonathan was shirtless chopping wood. I watched as he set a piece of wood on a tree stump and brought the ax over his head. His arms and chest flexed as he brought it down with all his might. The piece of wood broke apart.
The pressing need in the pit of my stomach was undeniable. There was no way I was going to make it. Especially not with the sexy mountain man sleeping two doors down from me.
Chapter Four
My plan completely changed. I wasn't going to resist anymore. My forbidden feelings for Jonathan weren't going away.
What did it
matter in the middle of nowhere anyways?
I wouldn't be satisfied until I was with him. Body and soul.
Jonathan entered the cabin, still shirtless, sweat on his brow and covering his chest. Years of back-breaking work had done his body good.
“How was your shower?” he asked, wiping his brow with a towel.
I was mesmerized by him. My eyes couldn't break contact with his six-pack. They didn't seem possible. When I realized he asked me a question, I finally looked into his eyes. “Sorry, what was that?”
Jonathan caught me checking him out. His eyes were watching mine the entire time. But he played it off like it was nothing. “How was your shower?”
I clapped my hands together. I didn't know what to do with them all the sudden. “It was fine. I ran out of hot water a little too fast.”
“Got to get everything done quick.”
Jonathan left me to go get changed. I collapsed onto the couch, my hand over my chest. My heart had never beat so quick before. I wanted to jump him and smother him with kisses.
I went to my room to unpack the rest of my suitcase. Luckily I had brought enough cold-weather gear. I would need to bundle up tonight if I was going to make it through the night alive.
Jonathan's door opened and he walked out only wearing a tiny white towel around his waist. He was about to go to the bathroom but there was no way my body was going to let him get away.
I left the suitcase behind and blocked the bathroom door before Jonathan could get to it. “Can you help me in my room for a second?” I asked.
Jonathan looked down at his towel and nodded. He joined me in my room. “What do you need?”
I needed to think quick on my feet. “It gets very cold during the night. Are there any more blankets or something I could do to keep warm?”
“I know why you brought me in here,” he said.
“You do?” I wasn't even sure why I brought him in here.
Jonathan let the towel drop to the floor. My jaw dropped.
I never knew.
He was so enormous. A cock so long and thick that it couldn't possibly fit anywhere.
“I've seen you looking at me,” he said.
I didn't know what to say. My entire body turned a shade of red.
“I thought it was just a little crush that would pass once you went out to the real world. But now I can see that I was wrong.” Jonathan took a step towards me.
I backed up and hit the closed door. I was so scared but excited at the same time. There was nowhere for me to run now.
“I've loved you for so long, Andrea. I had to come out to the middle of nowhere to get away from these feelings. It was the only way I could make it work.”
I stared into his eyes and knew it was true. It was all true.
I couldn't resist any longer. I sprinted towards him and jumped into his arms. Our lips met and fireworks went off. Jonathan held me effortless as we spun around, our mouths moving against one another. It was a kiss for the ages.
He gently let me down, his strong arms holding me tight. I could feel his erect cock pulse against me. My clothes were only getting in the way.
Jonathan thought the same thing. His fingers pulled apart my puffy jacket. I tore it off while he worked at me jeans. I giggled as he fumbled with the zipper. I couldn't believe this was really happening.
In seconds I was just as naked as Jonathan. He took a step back to admire my figure, his eyes glazing over my large breasts and wide hips. His member was still standing at attention.
“Those are the curves I've always dreamed about,” he said in a deep voice, his index finger tracing his bottom lip.
I was always self-conscious about the way I looked but Jonathan made it seem like I was some sort of goddess.
He returned to me, his hands feeling up my heavy tits. He ran his tongue over my mounds and around my nipples. They became hard erasers in seconds. He nibbled on me, his teeth chomping down and making me cry out.
Jonathan came back to my lips and kissed me passionately. His hands wandered around my back and found my ass. He brought me closer to him, his shaft pinned against me. Jonathan picked me up by my butt only like I weighed nothing.
He set me down on the bed with my head on the pillow. “Do you still want to go through with this,” he asked.
“Forget the gentleman routine, Jonathan. I'm not going to wait another minute. Get over here and fuck me.”
Chapter Five
Jonathan pushed my legs apart with his knees and hovered over me. My pussy was so dripping wet, the bed sheets were getting soaked.
“I've been waiting for this moment for so long,” I said. There were almost tears in my eyes. This moment was finally happening.
“Me too,” Jonathan said. He plunged into me, his gigantic cock, spreading me wide.
I gasped as his member continued to go deeper and deeper to fill me up. Jonathan groaned as his hips finally hit mine and he was buried in me.
“You're so fucking big,” I said.
“And you're so fucking tight,” he replied, slamming into me, his cock reaching even further than before.
Jonathan kissed me, his tongue slipped into my mouth and another wave of pleasure washed over me.
Every sense was heightened. Every touch an orgasm. “I'm close, Jonathan.”
Jonathan pumped into me, his big arms holding himself above me. “Come for me, Andrea.”
Since my time in the shower, the keys were already in the ignition. All I needed was for the engine to turn over. Jonathan turned the key and I finally found my release, coming all around him.
My fingernails dug into his back muscles, bringing blood. My every limb convulsed with ecstasy. The room spun and nothing felt real anymore.
“I love the way your pussy squeezes my cock while you come.”
Jonathan picked up speed now, his hips crashing against me with every thrust. The headboard on the bed smacked against the wall. My tits bounced back and forth and Jonathan suffocated himself in my dirty pillows.
He moaned into my chest, calling my name as he came into me. His seed poured into my fertile pussy.
Another orgasm hit me like a train, the pleasure roaring in my ears. My body writhed underneath Jonathan.
Jonathan continued to thrust into me until his balls were bone dry. He wasn't going to be satisfied until every drop of his come was inside me.
He pulled out and collapsed next to me. I put my hands over my chest to try and calm my galloping heart.
Jonathan gathered me in his arms. “That was better than I ever could imagine.”
My mind was a blank. I couldn't think about anything. The sex was so mind-blowing that I thought something was wrong with my brain. The cloudiness slowly began to give way.
“I don't even know how to explain what happened,” I replied.
“It was us bottling those emotions for too long. It's like a bottle of champagne when you shake it too much. We just uncorked it right now.”
“You make it sound so sexual,” I said, my fingertip grazing his manly pecs.
“I feel like uncorking you again,” he said, his fingers tickling my thighs.
I squirmed like a snake in his grasp, laughing so hard I thought I was going to puke. I returned fire, trying to tickle Jonathan under his arms.
But it was no use. He wasn't the least bit ticklish while every spot for me was ticklish.
“I give up,” I said.
“Tell me how much you want me and I'll stop,” he said. His fingers knew just where to tickle me for maximum effectiveness.
I would do anything he asked to get him to stop. But getting me to say what he wanted wasn't very hard.
“I want you so much I think I'm going to explode,” I screamed out.
Jonathan slowly stopped and grinned. “I'm ready for you again.”
I was barely able to catch my breath before he flipped me over on my stomach and put me on my hands and knees. I looked behind me to see Jonathan already hard again.
Who was this man?
Jonathan brought my ass to his hips and entered me from behind. My pussy stretched and stretched to take in all his massiveness.
We came together so many times that day that I barely could remember my own name. We never left the bed except for Jonathan to get us food.
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