by Hunter King
I have only been vaguely aware that the cowgirl lamp on the nightstand is on, illuminating the cabin with a diffused yellow light. Then I feel a distinct warmth on my left cheek.
“The power’s back on,” I whisper, my voice a satisfied croak. His lips land on mine and his tongue gently coaxes mine again. This time there’s even more passion in our kiss because of what we’ve just experienced together.
I give him a sly smile and say, “Since the heater’s working, I guess I can send you back to your own cabin now.”
Josh stares into my eyes and I know his lust hasn’t been sated yet. “I’m not going anywhere until I’m done with you,” he says with just the right amount of insistence. I love the idea; I could do with another round of this.
I haven’t even thought of another man since Tim broke up with me. Until tonight, and now I’ve just had the holy hell fucked out of me by a man who just might ensure I never think about Tim again, even if we only have this one night together.
Josh
What a strange, amazing, wonderful, magical moment.
Sarah and I are right in the middle of a furious simultaneous orgasm, when the lights suddenly come on. Instantly, I’m looking at the most beautiful brown eyes and the cutest freckles I’ve ever seen.
And she just came hard. Sarah’s going to remember that orgasm for a long, long time, as I’m sure I’ll remember mine. It was that incredible.
She smiles at me and says, “Until you’re done with me? Do you think I’m just going to lie here and let you do whatever you want to me?”
I look her in the eye and reply, “No, first you’re going to get on your hands and knees for me.”
I pull out of her and she immediately gets in position. In seconds I’m holding her hips and easing my still-hard cock back into her again. I fuck Sarah for a while like that at a steady pace, enjoying every single thrust as I part her open again and again. Slipping a hand around her front, I search for her clit and find it easily. I quicken my strokes, using both my cock and my fingers to work her toward another orgasm.
Just when I sense we’re both getting close, she stops and says, “I want to get on top.”
The idea sounds delicious, so I lie on my back and use both hands to hold the blanket over her. She straddles me and places her hands on my chest, then slowly guides my throbbing cock back into her tight little pussy. She begins to rock back and forth. I watch her face as she fucks me, and I love how aggressively she’s writhing on my engorged dick. My god, this is perfect. I don’t know if I’ve ever enjoyed sex this much, despite the frigid temperatures.
The blanket slips off of her and I realize the air in the cabin has warmed a bit. It’s no longer coat weather inside, but it’s still sweater weather, a fact Sarah’s suddenly hard nipples attest to. I lean up and takes one in my mouth, which causes her pussy to clench hard around my cock.
Within seconds, she moans and says, “I’m close.” I raise my hips ever so slightly and hold them perfectly still. Sarah rocks back and forth on my cock, grinding her clit against him. I moan again, then a third time.
“Open your eyes and look at me,” I say. She does, and I see the intensity in her eyes. Seconds later, she’s transported into what looks like another giant orgasm. She keeps rocking and grinding on me, and her moans just get bigger and louder as we maintain our visual connection. When she’s finally done a full minute later, she sighs contentedly, then collapses in a heap on my chest.
“That was amazing to watch,” I whisper.
“And you were amazing to feel,” she softly retaliates. “Can you just leave that thing inside of me for a few days?”
“This?” I contract my muscles to make my cock swell inside of her for a second.
“Mmm, yes. That perfect cock of yours.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I say, then my stomach rumbles loudly and we both burst into laughter.
“Hungry?” Sarah asks rhetorically.
“Starving now. How much longer till breakfast?”
Sarah
Wow.
Wow, wow, WOW.
This perfect stranger really did turn out to be perfect—in bed, at least. He fucked me masterfully for a long time without needing a break, and he gave me two huge orgasms.
And the poor guy wants to know how long it is until breakfast ‘cause he hasn’t eaten since lunch yesterday. I grab my watch from the nightstand. “It’s 4:20, so we’ve got a bit of a wait. Breakfast is at 6:00.”
I lower the blanket from my shoulders and Josh looks appreciatively at my full breasts, the nipples still hard. It’s the first time I’ve seen his eyes this clearly; they’re steel gray and ludicrously expressive.
“Not warm enough yet,” I say, pulling the blanket back over us. “At least not without a sweater or two.”
Those eyes light up. “Hey, I have a great idea. Now that the power’s back on, people are probably back in their cabins, trying to warm up. I’ll bet there’s room in one of the pools now.”
Is he crazy? “You want to get all bundled up again and go right back out in that frigid weather?”
“Remember how hot that spring water is, and how great it felt to soak in it? We can hurry down there and jump in. We’ll be in the cold for about two minutes, then it’ll be total bliss. And by the time we get back here, the cabin will be nice and toasty.”
I give him the side-eye. “Did you just invite yourself to come back to my cabin again?”
“Maybe,” he grins. “We can decide while we’re soaking in hot water. Come on.”
Josh and I spend a cold but rewarding few minutes gawking at each other in the light as we put our clothes back on. His body is even more spectacular than I thought, and his face gives me a certain warmth inside.
“Here,” he says, holding out the flask as I push my arm through the sleeve of my down jacket. I take a nice, long slug to warm myself up, although the electricity running through my body after having sex with Josh is already doing its part.
Clothing on, we open the door and are hit with an arctic blast that immediately makes me sorry I agreed to this. Josh takes my gloved hand in his and pulls me along, holding the lantern with his other hand.
He was right: There are only two couples in pool number one. The lights are on around the pool, so they obviously know the electricity is working again. One of the women sees us and asks, “Are the cabins warm yet?”
“They’re getting there,” Josh says. “Won’t be long.”
He tugs my hand and we continue down the path. There’s a single couple in pool number two, and they smile as we approach. This time, I’m the one who tugs Josh’s hand. I have no intention of dealing with a wet swimsuit. I’d rather be naked in the pool, then quickly dry myself off and keep all my clothes dry except the robe.
We reach the third and final pool and find two couples in it. Everyone says hi, then Josh and I go to the wooden wall and start to disrobe. I’m already freezing by the time I get my sweater off. When I see Josh shirtless, his hands on his pants, I gently touch his wrist. He looks up at me and I whisper, “Are you…?” then look at his jeans.
He smiles. “We’re about to find out.” I pull my tank top over my head, then glance over to see his cock dangling between his legs, definitely not erect. He waits, a naked gentleman, while I get my own pants off, then takes my hand and leads me into the water.
“Was your cabin warm when you left?” asks one of the guys.
“It was warming up pretty quickly,” Josh says. “Thank God they got the power working again.”
“Yeah, we’ve been in here nearly two hours,” his girl says, holding her pruning hands for us to see. Her great big breasts immediately catch my attention.
The woman of the other couple looks sweaty and miserable. She’s not happy being out here for so long, and she tells her guy as much. They step out and quickly get into their clothes, then bid everyone goodnight before leaving.
“I hate to break up the party, but that’s more than enough for us, to
o,” Big Boob’s man says. He escorts her out of the pool. They giggle like kids as they’re getting dressed, then say goodbye and disappear into the darkness.
I immediately look Josh in the eye and say, “Stand up on the step.”
“Why? It’s nice and hot in here,” he says, baffled at my request.
“Just for a second,” I tell him. “Now quit being a baby and do it.”
He crosses to the steps and climbs up, the water level at his belly.
“One more.”
He takes another step and I see his cock, still hanging peacefully.
“Okay,” I say.
He slides back into the water and asks, “What was that all about?”
I smile at him. “I just wanted to see if the big tits on that woman gave you a boner. You passed the test.”
“You want to know what makes me hard?” he asks, his voice low and sexy. “These.” His hands caress my breasts under the water, playing with my nipples. “And this,” he says, spinning me around and running both hands over my slippery ass. He spins me once more so I’m facing him again. “And especially this beautiful face and these mesmerizing eyes.” He reaches up and places his thumb on my bottom lip. “And these lips that I can’t stop imagining around my dick.”
My heart thumps a little harder as he softly traces his wet thumb over my lip. This man really knows how to turn a woman on.
Josh grins. “Those are the things that make me hard.” Then reaches under the water, finds my wrist and places my hand on what is suddenly a very erect cock.
“I did that do you?” I ask, smiling widely.
“It’s all your fault,” he says.
I stroke his rigid shaft up and down. It feels so enticingly big. “Then I’d better do something about it. It wouldn’t be fair to just leave you like this.” I look around the pool and see the coast is clear. Everyone is probably in their re-heating cabins now, trying to catch a little sleep.
“Think you can brave the cold for a few minutes?” I ask.
Josh gives me a suspicious look.
“Sit right here, on the side, with your legs in the water.” I give him a lustful look. “I’ll keep you warm.”
He guesses what I have in mind and decides it’s worth the momentary cold. Turning his back to me, he places his hands on the side of the pool and lifts himself up, water pouring down over his gorgeous ass. Then he turns and sits on the edge. The water is only up to his knees and the rest of him is completely out of the water. More importantly, his big hard-on is perfectly at face level.
“Holy fuck it’s cold,” he says, bracing himself against the frigid breeze.
“Then let’s heat you up.” I move in front of him and grab his thick shaft in my hand. I grin and say, “If you promise not to hold back, I promise to make sure this is short and sweet.”
My eager mouth drops down over his cock, where it stays as I put all my effort into giving Josh the best blowjob I’ve ever given. I must be doing everything right between my mouth, my tongue, and the hands fondling his balls, because he starts to moan in less than a minute. Seconds later, he groans and fills my mouth. I happily take it all, then pull him back into the pool with me.
“So was it worth it?” I tease.
“Definitely worth it,” he replies in a post-orgasmic haze. “But I want another one just like this one back in the cabin, where I can take my time and enjoy it.”
We relax in the hot water for a while, holding hands but neither of us saying anything. I suddenly realize I’m happy, happier than I ever expected to be this weekend. This resort trip was supposed to be me slowly beginning to get over my breakup. Josh has done that in a matter of hours. Now I know that I’ll be okay again, that there will be a better man at some point in my future, and I have Josh to thank for that.
“The sky’s not so dark anymore,” I say, thinking to myself that there’s dual meaning in the phrase.
“Can you check the time again?” he asks.
I laugh. “No way. You just want to gawk at my ass again like you did last night.”
“I want to know how much longer my stomach has to wait,” he says, “but yeah, I am absolutely going to stare.”
I turn and lift out of the pool as I reach across to my boot and grab the watch I left in it. The cold is biting, but I give him a few seconds to look before I turn around and lower myself back in the water. “It’s almost six. Let’s go now; by the time we get dressed and get up the hill, they’ll be open. We can leave our robes at the front desk and get new ones on the way out.”
Breakfast is even more amazing than dinner last night had been. Josh eats ravenously and can’t stop talking about how delicious everything is. The hostess was so sweet; when she saw my damp hair, she sat us close to one of the heating ducts.
“I’m definitely coming back here,” he says. “And I’m going to bring you with me.”
“I like that idea.”
“I take it you enjoyed last night?” he asks quietly, a wicked grin on his face. He’s even more handsome with a little stubble on him.
“It was heavenly, Josh. Seriously. You helped me forget about my breakup for a while.”
“Good. My job here is done.”
I shake my head and swallow a bite of rosemary croissant. “Not yet, it’s not. Unless you have other plans for the rest of the weekend.”
“My only plan is to keep you in either my bed or yours,” he says.
“Excellent plan,” I reply. “So we’ve talked about my breakup anymore. What’s this problem you mentioned with your work? And what kind of work is it?”
“I own a business that sells mini-computers,” he says. “But they’re incredibly expensive, and it can take forever to convince big corporations to spend that much. Sometimes months go by in-between sales. It’s absurdly stressful.”
I watch as he takes a bite of his omelet. “I can imagine. Too bad you can only sell to businesses. It would be easier if you had smaller computers you could sell to individual people.” I laugh and add, “Though I have no idea what good a computer would be in someone’s house.”
Josh looks at me thoughtfully. “Maybe one day. I don’t think the technology is ready yet.”
We finish our delicious breakfast, and Josh eats enough for two people. Meanwhile, the manager stops at our table to personally apologize about the power outage.
“Don’t you love this place?” I ask as the manager walks away from our table. “I want to come back during the summer. I came here for distraction, and Awtenbush is exactly that.”
I look him in the eyes and give him a sexy smile. “Especially what we did last night.”
“You’re saying the sex was so good it made you forget about your ex?”
“You want the truth?” I ask.
“Sure,” he grins, setting down his fork.
“It was beyond good, Josh. It was perfect. I’ve never had sex that amazing before. Ever. And it was freezing in that cabin. You’re such a great lover, it’s going to be unfair to every other man I sleep with for the rest of my life.”
He looks stunned by the compliment. “Same here, Sarah. I loved every second of it. You’re fucking phenomenal in bed.”
“Well, Tim apparently didn’t think so.”
Josh reaches across the table and takes my hand in his.
“Tim is an idiot,” he says. “You’re the kind of dream woman every guy wants.”
He’s right; Tim is an idiot. But it’s the other half of Josh’s sentence that hits me square in the heart and remains there.
It’s snowing again as we walk back, this time to Josh’s cabin, which is now toasty-warm as we enter.
We climb into bed for another round of mind-blowing sex, this time on top of the covers so we can clearly see each other’s bodies. After we come, we quickly fall fast asleep in each other’s arms and don’t wake up until mid-afternoon. Even then, we remain in bed, naked and cuddling, talking about everything and nothing.
As Josh nuzzles my neck, his hands explo
ring my breasts, my eyes happen to land on his nightstand. There I notice a white paper cup with blue glitter stars on it. It takes me a second to remember where I’ve seen one before.
“Did you get that in Snowdon?” I ask, pointing.
“The cup? Yeah, I pulled over to get a coffee.”
“From the North Pole Coffee Shop?”
His eyes narrow suspiciously. “How did you know?”
“Because I stopped there on my way here, too. That Santa guy gave me the most delicious drink. And free!”
“The nutmeg-cinnamon coffee? Wasn’t it amazing? I don’t know how he makes any money if he gives away his drinks.”
We both laugh. What a strange coincidence that of all the places we could have stopped in that festive little town, we went to the same one.
“Here’s the weird thing,” Josh says. “The Santa dude knew my name. It freaked me out.”
My pulse is suddenly stronger. “Wait a minute. Really?”
“Yeah, he said it was a lucky guess. But what are the odds of that?”
“He knew mine, too.” My voice is suddenly shaky. “I told him I was heartbroken, and he guaranteed the drink would make me feel better in twenty-four hours.”
“Did it?” Josh asks. He’s excited now, too.
“I met you in pool number three just a few hours later, Josh. It hasn’t even been twenty-four hours yet.” This is insane. “Did he promise you anything?”
“He handed me the cup and said, ‘Keep an open mind. There’s magic in the world.’ I thought he was a crazy old guy who happened to make delicious coffee drinks. But now…”
We stare at each other, trying to comprehend this weirdness.
Eventually we decide there has to be some explanation. The existence of a magic that would somehow work to bring the two of us together is a pretty big stretch.
On the other hand, the magic that Josh and I created in the freezing early morning hours is definitively, blissfully real.
Josh and I spend the next two days and nights soaking in the pools, eating delicious health food, and having the most incredible sex two people can possibly have. Together we re-write the rules of pleasure and end up in positions that I’m pretty sure weren’t covered in the Kama Sutra.