by Luxe, Eva
"Yeah, I've got to return calls, too," I said. "But, there's something else that I need to do first. It's very important. A very pressing matter, actually." I pressed my hard dick against her firm ass so that she got the message.
"Again?" she asked, incredulously.
Kissing the side of her neck, I whispered in her ear, "Are you complaining?"
"Not at all," she answered, excitedly.
"Good. Because I haven't had sex this good in years. And also because you are my little forest nymph who must do what I want, when I want, in this cabin.”
“Yes, sir,” she said, batting her eyelashes at me.
I hurried to get a condom from where I had put them in the bedside drawer. I couldn’t help but slap and squeeze her lovely ass while I put it on.
She took my dick and stuffed it inside of her from behind. The way that her pussy slid down my shaft felt amazing. I could tell that I was filling every inch of her at this angle by the way that her pussy held onto my throbbing member for dear life.
Her soft, high pitched moans drove me wild. I slammed her hips down onto my dick, digging in from different angles like I was traversing down a ski slope.
I wanted to taste her sweet nectar. I laid her down and spread her legs open as wide as they would stretch. Her cum was dripping down her thighs and I graciously lapped it up with my tongue, taking care to squeeze my tongue in between the creases separating her thigh and her ass.
I looked down to admire her pretty pussy, her pearl tongue sticking out, greeting me, standing at attention, waiting for my tongue to do its dance all over it. I took her soft pearl into my mouth, then ran my tongue down, darting in and out of her wet hole.
She tasted so good. I tried to ram my tongue into her pussy hole as far as I could, burying my whole face in her wet goodness. I went back and forth between her clit, tracing her pussy lips with my tongue, and darting in and out of her clenched hole.
She climbed on top of me and started riding me. She went wild, bucking hard, riding harder and faster. I could barely contain my excitement. She was wonderful. Right before I came, I pulled out of her and pulled the condom off my cock and let loose all over her back.
She went over to the shower. While she was gone, I grabbed my phone to put in my call home. The nanny answered the phone in two rings, sounding pleasant and relaxed.
"Hello? How are you, sir?"
"I'm doing fine. How's everything there?"
"It's wonderful! Ms. Olivia has been in such a great mood. She has been nice to me, even offering to help me with different things. I have told her that I don't need help, of course, but it's really nice that she's not being unpleasant, throwing things, or cursing me like she usually does." I was happy to have gotten such a positive report, especially with me being gone longer than I had anticipated.
"Well, good," I said. "I'm hoping to be returning home in the next day or so. And I really appreciate all of your help. I know that it hasn't been easy dealing with Olivia's fits and working the long hours that you have been working."
"You know that I am always going to help you with Ms. Olivia. I know she may not be the easiest of children all the time, but I can only imagine the pain in her heart from having her mother completely abandon her. It breaks my heart thinking of how much her heart must be broken. I just hope that she finds a way to be okay and if I can somehow help with that, I'm happy to do it."
I was blown away by the depth of her compassion. I was lucky to have found someone who cared so deeply to look after my daughter. I said my goodbyes and hung up.
Could this be the happy turn of events that made things even out for Olivia and I? I didn't want to think too deeply about it for fear of jinxing it. But, the nanny was being nice in the way that she described Olivia's behavior.
I knew that the real reason why I had dived so far into my work was to avoid facing my daughter. I felt embarrassed to feel that way, but it was the truth.
My little girl had turned into the worse kind of monster. It made me feel like a terrible father and less than a man, every time I would hide away in my own house from my daughter, leaving the nanny to deal with my problems. But knowing that she was asking to be helpful, smiling, enjoying herself gave me hope that maybe she would be the little girl that I remembered her to be once again.
And if Dana and I continued seeing each other after this weekend, who knows what further good we could see.
Fuck.
I quickly dismissed the premature thought.
We hadn't even known each other for more a whole two days. And I shouldn't jump to conclusions after a few hot rolls in the hay.
I watched Dana's curvy body sashay out of the bathroom. She roughly dried her hair, bending forward, giving me a great view of her nice, round ass. She quickly wrapped a towel around her head to let her hair finish drying and wrapped another towel around her pink skin, covering all of my favorite parts with terry cloth.
As soon as she had finished, she reached over to pick up her phone so that she could make her call home to her parents. I loved hearing the happy banter back and forth, her easy laughter despite missing them.
I heard her sigh with relief at the news of her son doing well and even making a new friend at school. The way that she expressed surprise at her son having a friend over to play video games let me know that he probably didn't have friends over that often. When Dana hung up the phone, she sat on the end of the bed, processing everything.
"Huh," she exclaimed, deep in thought.
"It seems as though things are going well at home for both of us,” I told her. “I just got off the phone a bit ago with my nanny and she said that Olivia has been very well behaved in my absence."
Nodding, Dana said, "Yeah. It seems like Scott is doing really well and even invited a new friend over from school. I have been hoping that he starts interacting more with kids his age rather than spending so much time with his grandparents and I. He's really an awesome kid, don't get me wrong, but I have thought that he would be happier around more kids his age. It looks like I was right."
"Yeah, well, I guess maybe we need to plan more trips like thee and leave our children to their own devices. They might fare better than if we were there."
We both laughed at the irony of the situation, that despite our less-than-favorable circumstances, things still seemed to be working out in our favor. It made it easier for us to enjoy our moments together, almost like were on a planned vacation rather than a near death experience.
I couldn’t believe I had suggested more trips together. But she seemed to welcome the idea.
She climbed back into bed and into my arms and we settled in for the night.
"Is it just me or does it seem like all of this is happening right on time?" mused Dana, happily.
"It really is. I must say that I am amazed and happy. This is real, right? I'm not going to wake up and find out that this was all a dream or some cruel joke? Are there hidden cameras somewhere that I don't see?"
I pretended to look around, lifting up the pillows to search.
She laughed and hit me playfully.
"You are so hilarious! I would have never guessed that you would be so charming."
"I'm just glad that you stopped calling me Mr. Roberts," I said, teasing her and winking.
That got a hearty laugh from her.
"Me, too," she said. She caught my gaze and held it there, like she trying to look into my eyes to see if it was all just a cruel joke or if it was really happening.
I kissed her tenderly, hoping that she could feel the depths of my passion and know that it was real.
I didn't know what would happen once we got back home, but I was enjoying myself so much, I figured that we would cross that bridge when we got there.
Before we had a chance to talk further, there was an
other knock and, used to it now, we both called out, “Come in!” Then our door swung open and our gracious host and her husband ushered themselves into our room.
"Dinner time!” Maggie said. “ I noticed that you didn't join us for dinner tonight, so I didn't want you to go to bed hungry."
They each brought over a tray to our bedside, where we lay with the blankets pulled up to our necks. It was a steaming plate of homemade chicken pot pie. It was bigger than any pot pie that I'd ever seen.
“Thank you so much, Maggie,” Dana said, smiling. “We went into town earlier and had a great time.”
“Oh, too bad I didn’t run into you!” Maggie said. “We could have done some last minute Christmas shopping. But I suppose you kids had other things to do.”
She winked at us and Dana winked back. I remembered the taste of the ice cream on her breast and how I couldn’t wait to get her to a private spot to have my way with her.
“We did,” Dana agreed. “We weren’t there long. But we did have fun.”
“Have a great dinner,” Maggie said, and they left our room.
Smelling the delicious aroma of they food they had brought reminded me that we hadn't eaten in hours and after all of the great sex that we had, I looked forward to filling my belly with the hot, satisfying meal and drifting off to sleep. I couldn’t believe what a good day we had had, despite being stranded in the woods.
Chapter 11 – Dana
That night, I had a dream about Kurt and I. In the dream, he bought us a house and we moved in together with our children. It was so much like a fairy tale. Both of our kids were happy and we were happy in every way imaginable. I woke up with a huge, cheesy grin on my face and rolled over to cuddle with Kurt.
Only he wasn’t there. I looked around the room. The room was empty. No Kurt in sight.
What if it was all a dream? I thought. What if I’d had some mental breakdown and I’d imagined the whole thing? Was I in a coma? I pinched myself. I felt it. It was real.
What if Kurt had changed his mind, finally came to his senses, realized that he’d made a tragic mistake, and left, unable to face me? Before that thought had a chance to take root, I looked around and saw that his things were still there.
Calm down, Dana. There has to be a reasonable explanation for all of this. I slipped on my shoes and walked down the long hallway. I headed toward the kitchen where I could see the light on. As I got closer, I could smell the aroma of some delicious food and hear the clanging of pots and pans.
Rounding the corner, I saw who was our chef that morning: Kurt. He looked so capable, whisking around the kitchen, focusing on the stove, making sure that the temperature was set just right, and taking care not to burn anything. I stood there watching him for a few minutes in silence, completely blown away by this man with all of these wonderful surprises that I kept finding out about him.
He definitely was not some snooty rich guy with no real, practical skills. In fact, he was quite the opposite. If it weren’t for my knowing him from the many television interviews and magazine covers that had been plastered everywhere, just judging him from this weekend, I would venture to say that he actually seemed like a regular guy.
But, yet again, I found myself putting him a category all his own. I had never been with a man who knew his way around the kitchen quite like Kurt did. And as wonderful of a man as my husband was, he was all thumbs when it came to anything related to food or cooking.
In fact, we would often joke about it, me wondering how he’d even survived up to the point of us getting married because he would somehow manage to burn a cup of noodles. But, I never minded taking care of him in that way and never even considered what it would be like to have a man who could work a kitchen like Kurt did.
I stood there, taking it all in, and couldn’t help but get completely turned on. He was very much in control and held an air of confidence that was impressive. But, there was something else that I felt a I stood there watching him. It was a deep level of respect for this man for taking the time to do something so sweet that he could have easily left up to our host or someone else to do while he slept the morning away like I had.
I stepped forward and sat down on a stool that sat underneath the counter next to the stove. Slightly startled, he looked up and smiled.
“Aw, man! I was hoping that you wouldn’t wake up and I could surprise you with breakfast in bed,” he said, looking a little disappointed.
It was my turn to feel embarrassed. Of course he wanted to surprise me! Here I was, thinking the worst, that he’d somehow abandoned me in the wilderness when, really, he was doing his best to show me one of the sweetest gestures that anyone could ever extend. I was kicking myself mentally, wishing that there was a way that I could rewind time and get back in bed so that I could be laying there as he surprised me.
But, by the smell of the food and with me barely being able to contain my surprise at how capable he was in the kitchen, it I hadn’t walked up and saw it for myself, I might not have believed him if he’d told me that he’d prepared the food himself.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I just turned to find you in bed and when I didn’t see you, I wanted to see where you’d gone.”
I decided to leave out the part about me throwing myself into a mild panic. As far as I knew, this was just a fling that might be over the moment that the plane was ready and we could be on our way. Even though I was trying to relish every moment of it, pretending like this was some sort of planned vacation, the reality of it was that everything that had happened between us probably would have never happened had our plane not malfunctioned.
For all I knew, this was all just something to do to pass the time. Or maybe Kurt had been in such a state of shock and fear that it made him take a stupid risk with the nearest person and I just so happened to be that person.
Pushing those sad thoughts from my mind, I leaned closer to see what he was cooking. It didn’t look like anything that I’d ever cooked. Hell, it didn’t look like anything I’d ever seen cooked anywhere.
“What are you cooking?” I asked inquisitively.
“Well, mademoiselle,” he said in a very distinct French accent. “You are in for a delectable treat this morning. And Maggie and her hubby are too, because I’ve made a lot of fucking extra food for them, to repay them for all their kindness.”
I beamed at him and his thoughtfulness. Then, I couldn’t help but add, “Yeah, but what is it? You haven’t answered my question.”
“Touché, fine lady,” he agreed. “This is no ordinary breakfast that you would find in one of your disgusting American greasy diners. No, no. This is something most magnifique. You are looking at an incredible masterpiece. Crepe suzettes and quiche a la Kurt.”
He looked so funny, much like many French chefs that I’d seen in movies or on TV. He poured milk into a baking dish, taking special care to make sure that his pinky was up, with his lips pursed into a comical scowl, trademark of an overconfident chef creating a special masterpiece in his kitchen.
I was thoroughly amused and I know that it showed in my smile that reached all the way up to my eyes. I sat up, teetering on the end of my chair. Kurt was putting on a great show and I was enjoying every minute of it.
“So, tell me, Ms. Dana,” continued Kurt in his mock French accent. “How was your sleep last night? Good, I hope?”
Smiling, remembering our activities from the night before, I said, “It was wonderful. It was very satisfying and I had some of the most incredible dreams.”
“Tres bien!” he exclaimed, doing a little hop and clicking his heels together. I laughed heartily.
Breaking from character, he softened his voice and asked, “What were your dreams about?”
I guess I hadn’t expected him to ask that question and I definitely wasn’t prepared to give an answer. There was no way that I was going to tell him that I’d dreamt about us moving in together and living happily ever after.
Even though I cared for Kurt a lot and r
eally enjoyed our time together (especially all of the sex), I felt like it was just too soon for me to be confessing my love for him and scaring him off like some psycho stalker.
“Oh, I just dreamed about my family,” I lied. “We were all together, having dinner, and my son, Scott, was so happy. And seeing all of them happy made me happy.”
Kurt’s shoulders seemed to fall slightly and his smile seemed to falter. It was almost as if he expected me to say something else. Was I imagining that?
“Well, good,” he said pleasantly. “I had some amazing dreams myself. But, mine were mostly like reenactments of us in the bedroom last night.”
He licked his lips hungrily, staring me straight in the eyes. I was staring to warm up and I knew that it had nothing to do with the heat of the stove and everything to do with the heat that was beginning to build between my legs as I watched Kurt watch me.
Breaking from our trance, he turned back to the stove and fell back into his character as the French chef.
“No matter, my dear. Right now, my priority is making this delicious meal made just for you with love. You will sing. You will dance. You will be completely overjoyed and I will have the pleasure of knowing that it was I who prepared this special meal for you from the heart of my home country, France. Just be sure to kiss the cook, as you Americans like to say.”
We shared a laugh. I couldn’t help but feel more drawn to him, more endeared. Not only was I moved by this gesture, him cooking for me, but the care in which he did so made me feel so special. And it wasn’t just the cooking. It was also the way that he tuned into my feelings, showing me that he actually cared.
Even though I tried to dismiss t all away as some fly-by-night, I couldn’t help but feel that it was something much more than that. While I could stay the thought of us running off to get married, I knew that something real was beginning to grow, not just for me, but for him, too.
It made me think about my husband. When I married him, I was sure that I would always be loved and cared for. And I was. He never gave me any reason to doubt him or feel like I was missing something. In fact, I felt like I had the whole world and I made that known to anyone who came into earshot of our perfect little world.