by Eva Luxe
“The festival,” they both said in unison. “We have been wanting to get out here for years and the festival seemed like the perfect time to do it.”
We chatted for a while, telling each other about where we lived, our jobs, the weather, and everything but Kurt and my relationship status. As I watched Kurt talk and laugh easily with these complete strangers like he’d known them his whole life, I couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking about the question that had been posed to us about us being on our honeymoon. Had he been surprised? I doubted that he would have had the thought that I did, that it kind of felt like were on a honeymoon rather than stranded far from home.
“Lunch is served,” said our hostess, holding two trays full of sandwiches. Setting them down on the table, she instructed us to join her and her husband in the dining room. My stomach was beginning to growl with hunger, so I was more than happy to oblige.
We enjoyed a nice, quiet lunch of sandwiches and soup made fresh from their personal garden. As with the other meals that she’d provided, it was delicious and filling. I could feel a satisfied lull settle around the room.
“So, how long have you had your home here as an inn for guests?” asked Kurt.
“Oh, about twenty years now. Is that right, Donald?” Our hostess looked toward her husband sitting at the end of the table, still eating slowly and silently. He nodded and grunted, returning his attention to his bowl of lukewarm minestrone.
“Wow! That’s amazing,” gushed Kurt, looking around the room in amazement. “Is the ROI decent?”
Our host’s eyes lit up. The man who seemed to be lifelessly eating his soup came to life right before our eyes.
“Oh, yes!” he said. “It has been quite a lucrative venture thus far. It’s allowed us the means to expand our investment portfolio…”
The two went on like that for quite some time. I really didn’t know a whole lot about business and stocks and everything else that they chattered on like happy schoolgirls about.
“The best part about it all is the renovations that we’ve been able to make here. Our guests absolutely love the new hot tub and grotto that we installed last year.”
“Hot tub?” I asked, confused. I hadn’t seen any hot tub there. In fact, I was curious to see where they could fit a hot tub and grotto in this cabin. It was a decent size, but it didn’t quite seem possible.
“Yes,” sang out our hostess. “With all of the craziness of the last couple of days with your plane trouble and our festival, I plum forgot to tell you about the hot tub. It might be something that you two might enjoy.”
“Absolutely!” said Kurt, giving me a smile that told me that he was up to something.
Lunch was really nice and everyone seemed pleasant. Once we’d all finished eating, everyone started to go off to start the day filled with their own activities.
Kurt and I went straight to the hot tub. It was in a separate back entrance a few feet away from the cabin. A door led to the grotto of light brown rocks. The area was lit by soft track lighting. It looked like something out of magazine.
Kurt started taking off his clothes until he stood there stark naked.
“Oh my God! Kurt, what are you doing? Someone might come in and see you!”
“Let them look,” Kurt said, playfully. Getting into the water, he beckoned for me to join him. There was no way that I was going to strip down to nothing where someone could easily see me completely nude. I mean, it was bad enough that our chipper hostess had seen more of me than I cared for her to see because of her random intrusions. I wasn’t prepared to give her a full show voluntarily.
But, Kurt can be very persuasive. After a few minutes of his begging and bargaining, I gave in. I took off my clothes and folded them neatly, setting them on the hard rock. I quickly sunk into the hot water. All of my muscles seemed to melt like butter.
I leaned back and took deep, cleansing breaths. I was glad that we’d had the chance to get into the hot tub before we had to take off. It was like the cherry on top of what had already turned out to be an incredible couple of days. I told Kurt as much.
“And it’s about to get even better,” he said. He put a condom on. Then he leaned over and kissed me hard, pulling my naked body against his. I could feel his hard dick slippery on my submerged leg.
“Excited, are we?” I asked, teasingly.
“Oh yeah,” he said.
He took me into a tight hug, kissing down the side of my neck. He started to palm my breast and squeeze it. He lifted me up easily, my body floating near the surface of the water. He slid his hard dick into me, moaning with pleasure as the water waved back and forth slightly against our rhythm. He pumped harder and harder, slamming me down on his dick, gripping my hips firmly. The hunger in his eyes and the grit of his teeth made him look almost ravenous. It was so exciting and turned me on.
When I started to cum, I could hear a scream leave my throat. I tried to hold it back, but it took me over, matching the pulsation of my pussy as it squeezed and released his throbbing dick.
Then, he started to cum. I could feel his dick shake with the force of it, all the way in the depths of my pussy, hitting my g-spot, making my body sputter and shake all over again. We sat in the hot tub for a bit longer, softly kissing and holding each other in sweet silence. I still couldn’t believe all that was happening. And it just kept getting better.
After a while, Kurt asked, “Are you ready to head back to the room?” I told him that I was. We got out, put our clothes on, and headed back toward the cabin.
As soon as we opened the door, our hostess greeted us with a knowing smile.
“I take it the water was perfect?” she asked.
“Uh, yes, actually,” said Kurt, nervously.
I nodded dumbly, too embarrassed to even speak. I was sure that she’d heard me screaming. I was entirely too loud for her or anyone else who might have been nearby not to have heard.
“Well, I’m glad that you enjoyed it. I’m going to be doing some things up in the attic today, so if you need anything, give me a holler.” She quickly disappeared around the corner
When we got back to the room, I called home to check on my son. Everyone sounded happy, but I could hear the eager anticipation in my mother’s voice as she tried to ask, casually, “Are you going to be on your way soon?” I told her that I was still waiting on news and that as soon as I knew something, that I would let them know right away.
Hanging up the phone, I said, “I guess we have to start facing reality that we’ll head back to our normal lives soon.”
I heard myself saying the words and knew that they were right, but I was finding myself starting to feel like I was trying to convince myself of what I was saying. The truth was, I never wanted my time with Kurt to end. And staying here with him made me feel like it never would. I wanted to keep this feeling.
“Yes. You wanna watch a movie?” Kurt asked, turning on the TV. Up until that point, neither one of us had paid much attention to it. We had been so busy entertaining ourselves and exploring, that we hadn’t even bothered to turn it on.
Holding up two VHS tapes, he said, “We have a choice between A Cabin in the Woods and Little House on the Prairie.” I thought that he was joking and told him as much. I was amazed when he thrust the vintage tapes into my hand and I saw that those were exactly the choices that we had.
What a strange, wonderful place, I thought. We settled on A Cabin in the Woods. Kurt popped it into the VHS player built into the TV and burrowed under the warm blankets with me. We laid in the bed, our bodies intertwined until we both drifted off to sleep.
I found it cute that he wanted to watch an old movie with me. We were almost like two teenagers in love. This was like being transported back to a previous time and place. I was certain that I had a smile on my face when I fell asleep because this was the happiest that I’d been in a very long time.
Chapter 14 – Dana
“Wake up, Sunshine,” came Kurt’s warm voice in my ear the next mo
rning.
Bolting upright, I asked, “What are we going to do today?”
I could tell that I’d startled Kurt. But I had a sense that our time together, at least here at the cabin, was coming to an end, and I wanted to make the most of it. Patting my back, Kurt said that he wanted to take me on another adventure. He put in a call to the driver and told him to be out front in an hour.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Exploring,” was all that he’d said, a cat-who-ate-the-canary grin on his handsome, sure face. I was curious, but excited at the prospect of another adventure.
We got dressed in our costume garb and headed out to the car once it arrived. The driver looked slightly confused.
“Are you guys checking out?” he asked Kurt.
“No,” said Kurt, shortly. “We’re heading into town for a bit and then we’ll come back here to figure it out.”
The driver said okay and hesitantly got back into the car. I didn’t know what his confusion was about, but it made me slightly uneasy. I got into the car, anyway, and tried to relax. Kurt took my hand and held it in his. We drove on in silence, taking in the beautiful morning scenery.
Pulling up into town, Kurt told the driver to pull up to a coffee shop that had a giant cupcake on the roof.
“Now, this looks like it should be a very interesting adventure,” said Kurt hurrying out of the car almost before it came to a complete stop. His childlike excitement amused me. It made me feel like a big kid again, carefree and ready for some new, fun delight.
Kurt came around, giving me his arm, which I gladly took. He is such a gentleman. Walking into the coffee shop, arm-in-arm, we both gasped, taking in the pink scenery on the inside. Everything was some pattern of hot pink. Kurt laughed from deep inside of his belly, shaking his head. There were two baristas behind the counter, smiling from ear-to-ear.
“Welcome, friends,” said one of them, in the most sing-song voice I’d ever heard. I almost expected them to break out into a musical number with full song and dance. As corny as it was, I had to admit that it was a very warm atmosphere. It was empty except for a couple sitting in a booth chatting happily over giant cups of coffee near a big picture window.
We placed our orders for coffee and, upon the barista’s insistence, we both ordered vanilla cream cupcakes with pink sprinkles. I usually didn’t like to eat something so sweet so early in the morning, especially after the rich breakfast that Kurt had made the morning before, but the baristas told us that our trip would not be complete until we had one. So, Kurt obliged and got us one.
Before we’d had a chance to settle down at our table, I saw James, the pilot, walking into the shop. I was shocked to see him, but happy at the thought of possibly getting an update on when we would be able to leave.
“Hey, look, Kurt,” I exclaimed, pointing toward the door. “We should have him join us so that we can find out more about what’s going on with the plane.”
Kurt got nervous and began shifting in his seat.
“Uh, no, let’s not do that,” he said. “I usually don’t eat with my employees.” He immediately looked surprised and embarrassed and continued talking, hurriedly.
“Of course, I don’t mean you. This. This is different. And besides, we really should just let him enjoy his time in town here without bothering him. He has been working hard to get the plane back going. I would hate to bother him any more than I already have. I talked to him just yesterday and he seemed to be on top of things. He’s already shown his dedication by choosing to stay at the airport and be uncomfortable. I would hate to make him feel like I’m breathing down his neck, like I don’t think that he’s doing a good job.”
I tried to let it go and enjoy our delicious cupcakes and piping hot coffee.
James ordered a cup of coffee and sat on the other side of the coffee shop. In fact, he sat so far away, the farthest that he possibly could. He looked stressed and disheveled, like he hadn’t slept in a while.
Kurt talked fast, jumping from topic to topic, seeming to get louder each time I glanced in James’s general direction. I had never seen him so on edge. I asked him if he was okay. He told me that he was and not to worry.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, I interrupted Kurt and told him that I had to go speak with James.
“No! Don’t!” he all but yelled, firmly gripping my arm.
“You’re acting really weird,” I said, my arm hurting a little from his grip.
He seemed almost panicked. It was the first time I was getting a weird vibe from him.
“My God, Kurt! Relax!” I said. “I’m just going to say hi and then I’ll be right back.” I pulled away from Kurt’s tight grasp. He sank back down into his seat, looking like he’d lost his best friend. He stared down at the floor.
I walked over to where James sat and took a chair across from him.
“Hey, James! How’s it going? Everything okay?”
“Everything is just peachy,” said James, rolling his eyes.
“Well, obviously, that’s not true or else you wouldn’t be so upset. What’s the deal?”
“I’m just ready to get out of here,” he exploded. “We’ve been here for days, waiting for the plane to get going. And while you’ve been living it up on your amazing getaway, I’ve been working around the clock with a ratty, old chair for my bed. I’ve skipped meals and have had to tell my wife ‘I’ll be home soon’ too many times for her not to think that I’m out here banging a chick. I’m just over all of this. That’s all.”
I felt a pang of guilt. I had been really enjoying my stay in the cabin with Kurt. Only briefly had I even considered what type of conditions James had been forced to endure. And I understood his frustration even more at the thought of him being so far from home away from his wife. Even though we were technically stranded, too, Kurt and I at least had each other to keep us company and entertained, in more ways than one.
“Well, what’s going on with the plane? I didn’t think that we’d be here this long. There must be a major problem with the plane because you made it seem like it was something that could easily be fixed. Maybe it’s a good idea for us to look at other options for getting home. It might not be very safe, anyway, to take the plane up in the air if it’s having big problems like this.”
James gave me a confused look, then looked angry.
“Are you trying to be funny or something?”
“Uh…no…I’m just…” I didn’t know what to say or think. I hadn’t expected that response. “What do you mean?”
“We can leave whenever you guys are ready.”
What good news, I thought. Kurt would be so happy that we could finally get back home and back to our lives.
“Wait,” said James. Kurt didn’t tell you?” It was my turn to be confused.
“Tell me what?”
Taking a deep breath, James continued, “I told Kurt that the plane had been fixed yesterday. As a matter of fact, I actually called in the middle of the night, night before last, as soon as we’d put the finishing touches on the repairs and told him that we could leave whenever he was ready. I was prepared to leave and told him that I’d send the car around to bring you guys to the airport. He yelled at me and told me that he would let me know when you guys would be ready. So, I’ve been sitting around, waiting for his call. When he called the driver this morning, we all assumed that it was because he was ready to go. But then the driver called me a little bit ago talking something about sightseeing.”
Just then, a plate crashed to the floor. I looked over to see that it had come from our table. A nervous Kurt was apologizing to the barista, who was already halfway across the café, broom in hand. She told Kurt not to worry about it. He and I locked eyes. He looked away quickly.
I was still trying to understand what James was saying.
“You mean to tell me that the plane has been fixed for almost two days now and this is the first that I’m hearing about it?”
“Yeah. Sorry you had to find out th
is way, but the only reason that we’re still here is because Kurt hasn’t given the word on when we could leave.” I sat back in the chair, reeling from the news. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. But, more than that, I felt completely naïve and stupid for having trusted Kurt, only to find out that he’d been lying to me the whole time.
Once I’d had a chance to let things process, I looked over in Kurt’s direction. He was facing the window, stock still. I knew that he knew that I knew. And if he thought that I wasn’t going to say anything to him about it, he had another thing coming.
I marched over to the table where we’d just shared friendly conversation over pastries and coffee and stood next to him. I was so angry and I was shaking so much that I didn’t even sit down.
“Kurt Roberts, turn around and look at me!” I demanded.
Without turning around or really moving at all, very calmly, he said, “I’m sorry that you’re upset, but let’s not do this here. Let’s go back to the cabin and we can sort everything out there.”
The last thing that I wanted to do was go back to the cabin with him. We had shared so many great times, created such wonderful memories. Now, finding out that he had been lying to me for almost two days made all of it seem like a lie.
Had it just been a game, I wondered. Was this all some big joke played at my expense? To think that my overactive imagination had hoped, even dreamed, that this could be the beginning of something new, something real. I cursed my childish thoughts and marched wordlessly out the door to the car. After a few minutes, Kurt joined me.
I couldn’t even say anything to him yet. I spent that whole car ride milling everything over in my head. I decided that I would wait until we got back to the cabin before talking to him. And he didn’t bother trying to apologize or explain anything.
When we got to the cabin, I took off ahead of him, making a bee line for our room. The room that’d we’d shared, had passionate sex in, laughed in, now felt like a prison, a chamber of confinement meant only to mock my foolish heart.