After her strange experience with Camarin and the aftermath that followed, Kimberly was anxious to get together with Mark. If not for her work, she'd have seen him earlier in the week. As it was, she waited until Friday. It didn't come soon enough. Her assignments semi-caught-up, Kimberly left work early that afternoon. She needed to pick up the new pair of skis she'd ordered, then go home and pack her things. Mark was planning to come over around six o'clock. They planned a couple of hours driving, and then stopping for dinner before completing the drive to the cabin. Kimberly was anxious to get away.
Too many unexplainable things had happened and she needed time to sort through it.
Mark arrived on time, as usual. He looked really nice, Kimberly thought. Mark was a very handsome man. She found him even more attractive when he wore rugged outdoor clothing. On weekends when they went skiing, Mark didn't shave, beginning on Friday morning.
Kimberly found the effect to be very sexy, compelling her to run her fingers lovingly over the stubble of his beard as they kissed.
After a rather prolonged and deep kiss, Mark stepped back and asked, "So, how's my favorite girl?" It was then that he noticed the trace of dark circles under her eyes.
"Good actually. How about you?" Kimberly asked as she gathered her coat, laptop and suitcase.
Mark frowned at the sight of the computer. "I'm fine," he replied.
He pointed to her laptop. " I thought we were going on this trip to get away for a while. How can you get away if you take your work with you?"
Kimberly knew it was a rhetorical question, designed to prompt her into leaving the laptop at home. "Oh, this isn't for work," she lied. "I have some correspondence I'd like to catch up on. Friends, family, people I've lost touch with over the past few weeks.
"Oh," Mark said. Although he suspected she wasn't telling him the truth, he decided to let it pass. Getting into a fight would do nothing to resolve the matter and he knew Kimberly well enough to know a fight would surely follow. He reached for her suitcase. "Ready?"
"Ready," Kimberly replied. She checked the apartment once more to make certain she hadn't forgotten anything. When they left, she slipped a note with instructions under her neighbor's door. Mr. Appleton took care of the cats when Kimberly was away. It seemed for every aspect of her life, there was a contingency in place should anything happen outside of the ordinary or daily routine. Although she didn't realize it, this was all about to change.
Rush hour traffic had slowed considerably by the time Kimberly and Mark got on the freeway. They made the trip to the little resort town in record time, including the dinner break. The first stop was a little grocery on the main street. Although it was closed, Mark drove to the back and opened the door. "Hey, Uncle Bob," he called out when they stepped inside the cozy apartment that was attached to the store.
A middle-aged man with silver white hair and mustache emerged from the kitchen. He carried a mug of steaming hot cocoa in one hand and a calico cat in the other. "Mark! I didn't know you were coming up this weekend." He gave Mark a quick hug then turned to Kimberly. "I could've had the cabin warmed up and dinner on the table," he said, reaching for Kimberly.
Kimberly kissed the man affectionately on the cheek. "Uncle Bob, it's good to see you," she said. "And how's Marceau?" she asked, ruffling the cats' fur. He meowed and sniffed as Kimberly scooped him into her arms.
"You're as big as she is," Uncle Bob scolded the cat. "Have a seat in front of the fire, you two. I just made a pot of hot cocoa. I'll get you both a mug then be right back."
"Thanks, Uncle Bob." Mark put his arm around Kimberly and led her over to the fire. "We'll only stay a few minutes, honey. I know you're probably just as anxious as I am to get to the cabin. I just thought we should let Uncle Bob know we're here."
"Oh, I don't mind," Kimberly replied. Her quick response surprised her as much as it did Mark. Although she didn't want to admit it, she was not looking forward to being alone with him at the cabin.
"Everything okay?" Mark asked, a puzzled expression on his face.
He squeezed Kimberly's shoulders in a display of concern.
"Of course," Kimberly replied. "I just don't want to hurt Uncle Bob's feelings by running in and out of here so fast he thinks we only stopped because we felt we had to. Besides, I like visiting with Uncle Bob."
"Hmm." Mark knew something was bothering Kimberly and he searched for a way to get her to talk about it. Unfortunately, Uncle Bob returned before he could.
"Here you go," Bob said, handing each of them a large mug of the steaming chocolate. "Now sit down and tell me what you've been up to. How's work? How's Chicago?" Uncle Bob sat in the recliner facing the couch.
Kimberly felt grateful for the camaraderie Mark shared with his uncle. She took a sip of the sweet hot cocoa, then leaned back and closed her eyes. She commented here and there, but left the conversation mostly to Mark and Uncle Bob. The conversation lulled her into a sleepy relaxed state. The last thing she remembered was Mark telling his Uncle Bob something about his work.
Saturday dawned bright and sunny. Once again, Kimberly woke to find herself in an unfamiliar place. However, this time she remembered where she was. What she didn't remember was Mark driving her here from Uncle's Bob's place. Wearing only her underwear, she was snuggled under a warm flannel sheet and blanket.
She turned over and found Mark sleeping peacefully beside her. She yawned and stretched, debating whether to get up.
Mark was a light sleeper and her movement caused him to stir.
Moving very quietly so as not to wake him, she sat up and eased the covers from her legs. Mark mumbled something in his sleep, turned over and began snoring. Kimberly tiptoed across the room. She was looking forward to a nice hot shower. Hopefully, the pipes would not be frozen or sluggish.
Mark awoke to the sound of running water. It took him a moment to remember where he was. He smiled and sat up in bed. Kimberly was up and taking a shower. His mouth watered at the thought of her silky tongue and soft warm skin. A week without sex was much too long. He stood, stretched for a moment, and hurried to the bathroom.
Kimberly was humming softly to herself. She felt relaxed for the first time in weeks. The bathroom was hot and steamy and the air was scented with the smell of fresh pinecones. Luxuriating in the comfort, she did not hear the door opening. When Mark drew back the shower curtain, it startled her.
Stepping inside the white porcelain tub, Mark smiled and whispered, "Morning, babe." He moved underneath the water and leaned down to kiss her.
Kimberly turned her head ever so slightly. Mark's lips barely grazed her cheek. "Morning, Mark. Thanks for putting me to bed last night." She realized too late that she'd just offered Mark the perfect opening.
"Babydoll, I'll put you to bed any time," he whispered. He turned Kimberly to face him and leaned his body against hers. Once more he bent down to kiss her.
There was no way out for her and the realization made Kimberly feel panicked. She felt Mark's arousal pressing against her stomach as he kissed her. His mouth was hot and hungry and very insistent. His hand groped for her breast as his mouth bruised hers with his passion.
His tongue probed inside her and his fingers squeezed her breast.
She wasn't prepared for this nor was her body ready for Mark's rough handling. "Ouch," she whimpered, her breast smarting against his touch. But Mark did not hear her. He was moving much too fast.
She had no time for arousal before he lifted her up and impaled her with his penis. Her cunt still dry and tight, his thrusts were painful at first. She braced herself as much as she could, but nothing prepared her for the savagery of his lovemaking.
Heedless of her back banging against the wall, Mark thrust himself repeatedly inside her. She was his and he had felt her slipping away.
He had even endured some hard-assed dyke threatening him, telling him to stay away from her. That was then and this was now. Mark fully intended to reclaim her. Slam, slam, he thrust in and out. Her dryness m
ade her tight and he grunted each time that he pushed his huge cock through her opening. The vise-like grip caused his body to prepare for an orgasm much too soon.
He paused, his wet penis resting against her pubic hair. Drawing a deep breath, Mark bent and covered her naked breast with his mouth.
Taking all of it, he sucked it hungrily. When Kimberly cried out and tried to push him away, he lifted his head and looked up at her. Her eyes were glaring down at him, defiant. Angrily, he bit her neck and pressed his body even tighter into hers. His hands closed around her buttocks, squeezing the firm flesh as he continued his savage onslaught.
Kimberly cried out as his lovemaking crossed the fine boundary that he'd so far maintained. He'd gone over the edge and there was no bringing him back. Although she was wet now, her cunt was numb and she was oblivious to any pleasure his thrusts might have given her. Her back was bruised, even grazed in places. She gritted her teeth and tried to squeeze her vagina tighter around his straining organ. "Just hurry up and come, God damn you," she whispered.
If he heard her, Mark gave no indication. His final thrusts pounded her ass against the hard white wall. "Oh, yes," he gasped. "Yes!" He wanted to fuck her brains out, make her beg him to stop, then beg him to start all over again. He spread her cheeks and thrust his finger inside her anus. Filling her completely now, he drove his penis harder and harder inside her trembling body. As his orgasm slowly approached, his movements became even more frenzied. Then finally, he came. Heaving and sweating, Mark let his weight fall against her. "Did you miss me, baby? You miss Mark's lollipop?"
Kimberly felt Mark's hot breath brushing over her neck as he gasped and heaved against her. Thinking it was over now, she waited silently for him to regain his breath and move away. She wanted nothing more than to finish her shower and get out of this cabin. Only moments earlier, it had offered warmth and comfort. Now it provided a stifling, sickening heat that made her nauseous and light-headed.
When Mark pulled away and knelt in front of her, she whimpered in despair.
"Now it's your turn, baby." Smiling, Mark spread her swollen outer lips and tongued the tip of her clitoris.
The rapid flicks were so perfectly orchestrated that Kimberly could not help but respond. Willingly she let Mark place her right leg over his shoulder and brace her against the wall. He closed his mouth over her pussy, sucking her wet juices. And when she was dry, he tongued fucked her until she was wet again. Her body was trembling and her clit was throbbing with excitement. She closed her fingers over her nipples, rolling the tips hard with her fingers. "Oh," she crooned as she approached the edge of an orgasm.
Mark sensed her approach and drew back so suddenly she almost fell. Laughing, he pulled himself up so his head was even with her breasts. He pushed her hands away and took both breasts, one with his mouth and one with his hand. Sucking her so thoroughly and so good, she gasped and leaned her head back.
Eyes closed, she imagined first Camarin's, and then Taryn's head bent to her breasts. The images danced back and forth for a while, then settled on Taryn. It was Taryn's mouth that drew Kimberly's nipples deeply inside of her, Taryn's teeth that moved from side to side over the taunt flesh. It was Taryn who made Kimberly cry out, then press her head closer and beg, "More, more!" It was Taryn's fingers that thrust inside her pussy, first one, and then two, then three.
It was Taryn who finally bent her head and took Kimberly's clit into her mouth, sucking it and licking it so passionately that it filled her with a longing unlike any she'd ever known. "Ah … ah!" she cried out as the orgasm rushed through her. Her legs shaking and her body trembling, she felt Taryn's hands about her hips, holding her up as she drove her to higher and higher states of excitement and release. When she opened her eyes, Mark was gone. Her hands were closed over her pussy and she could swear she smelled the tantalizing perfume that she'd smelled on Taryn's skin that night at Morgan Estates. She sighed and reached for a towel.
The slopes were already crowded by the time Mark and Kimberly came out of the cabin. "Let's try the north side," Mark said as he surveyed the crowded ski slope.
Kimberly grimaced. Mark knew she wasn't a good enough skier to go there. What was he thinking? "Mark, I'm not that good a skier.
Don't you think it'd be a little dangerous for me to try Devil's Edge?"
Smiling, Mark put his arm around Kimberly's shoulders. "Ah, come on, Kimberly. You can't go through your life being afraid to try something new."
Kimberly glared at him. Even though she knew he was baiting her, she took the challenge. "You're on," she informed him. Fueled by an energy she knew could prove dangerous, Kimberly strode away. She waited for Mark at the ski lift. They needed to take it to the other side of the twin mountains.
As expected, the north peak was very quiet. As they looked around, Kimberly and Mark noticed only two other people at the top.
Further down the slope, they spotted a few others racing down the mountain. When their turn came to jump off, Kimberly felt Mark squeeze her knee affectionately. Certain that disaster was about to fall, Kimberly wanted desperately to stay on the ski lift and ride back down to the lodge. However, her pride won out and she jumped.
Mark felt exhilarated, thrilled by the challenge of the dare deviling maneuvers the slope required. As he negotiated his way past trees and around stumps, he caught sight of Kimberly only once. She seemed to be struggling, but he knew he had to ignore it. Otherwise, she'd never attempt the slope again.
Not conditioned for the vigorous demands of such a challenging race down the mountain, Kimberly's legs became weak. Afraid she would tumble, she looked for a place to stop. She saw a slight leveling on the slope ahead and prepared for a safe fall, deciding to wait for the ski patrol to stop and pick her up. She liked to be challenged, but she was not suicidal.
Watching from the other side of the mountain, Camarin Knight smiled. She turned and gave Taylor the thumbs up. Taylor waved and got back into the car. Camarin pulled her goggles down, pocketed the binoculars, and started across the mountain. The snow mobile moved effortlessly across the rugged slope. Camarin came to a stop just as Kimberly tried to break her run. Carefully, but effortlessly, she reached for her. The impact was so strong that Camarin felt certain Kimberly would have been hurt if she hadn't been there to help break the fall.
Hurt indeed! Before Camarin's arms reached out and grasped her, Kimberly was certain she was about to kiss her life good-bye. When she came to a stop, her feet were off the ground and Camarin Knight was supporting her body against her own. Frightened and gasping for breath, several seconds passed before she managed to say, "Thank you."
Camarin grinned and removed the goggles. "I'll scold you later.
Right now we need to get you stable." Moving very carefully, she eased Kimberly to her feet and knelt to remove her skis.
"What are you doing here?" Kimberly asked as she watched Camarin unfasten the bindings.
Camarin paused and looked at Kimberly. The question sounded innocent enough, but she needed to make certain Kimberly wasn't suspicious. She didn't look to be. "I like the outdoors and I love to ski. So I come up here every other weekend and work ski patrol."
Camarin placed the ski to the side and urged Kimberly to test her balance.
Her legs were trembling. Kimberly was certain they would collapse. Hurriedly she sat down in the wet snow. "I … I'm sorry,"
she muttered. She was too embarrassed to look at Camarin, so she kept her gaze fixed on the snowmobile.
"You okay?" Camarin asked. She leaned down and tilted Kimberly's face up. When she looked into her eyes, she saw all the shame and misery lying beneath the surface. It took some effort to keep her own eyes from tearing.
"I'm okay," Kimberly replied weakly. "Thought I was ready for this, but I guess I wasn't." She tried to look away again.
Camarin kept her face tilted upward. " You thought or your boyfriend thought?" she asked.
Her lips trembling, Kimberly burst out crying. "I … I know I shou
ldn't have done it. But he made me so mad!"
"There now," Camarin whispered, her voice soft and soothing. She pulled Kimberly to her feet and wrapped comforting arms around her.
Holding her close, she stroked her hair and tried to soothe her. She felt Kimberly's heart pounding hard and fast against her chest and her own quickly matched the cadence. Something was happening here and she knew she should stop it.
Abruptly, Kimberly pulled away. She heard Camarin draw a sharp breath and instinctively leaned toward her. Their lips only inches apart, they hesitated. Eyes searching, intoxicated by the moment, they drew together once more.
Kimberly felt blinded by an emotion she could not identify. She knew only those full soft lips that were just inches from her face, lips that she'd fantasized kissing. Her mouth parted and she met Camarin half way. Their lips touched and Kimberly grew dizzy. Driven by a desire and hunger so strong that she wanted desperately to partake of this forbidden fruit. No matter the cost or the price to be paid, she had to have her. Their tongues met and she murmured, "Oh, yes. God, yes!"
Camarin knew this was going too far. As they kissed, she heard Taryn's voice whispering softly in the background. Her conscience told her to stop, but she wanted, just this once, to forget about her responsibilities. Kimberly's hungry touch and eagerness assured Camarin she could ask her for anything and Kimberly would give it willingly. Suddenly and fiercely, she pulled Kimberly tight against her body. She lowered her hand to Kimberly's ass and held her in place while she ground against her.
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