Mike was just finishing with the luggage as we approached, I was instantly in love with the place, a full front porch, a place for a campfire to one side, the interior was spacious enough for two people, a combination kitchen living area with a decent sized bedroom and attached bath at the back. It was much bigger than I had anticipated, Georgi told me there were laundry facilities available at no cost for patrons or for an addition five dollars a week she would pick it up, take care of it including folding and then bring it back to the cabin. It took no great amount of thought to make that decision, I was there to vacation, not wash clothes, I took her up on the extra weekly charge. She asked if Mondays would be alright, we agreed to that and they bid me goodnight.
I watched them stroll hand in hand in the moonlight reminiscing how Lennie and I would have been doing the same thing, a tear trickled down my cheek as I thought about how in love they must be. They had to be in their sixties, (boy was I wrong, try seventies) I didn't know love like that could exist that many years, she wobbled a bit on her right leg, I thought maybe a broken hip or leg long ago. His hand would tighten and hold her steady each time she shifted her weight to the right foot, it looked as if that was something they'd done forever, I was momentarily jealous.
It was early enough in the year that the skeeters weren't out much and the cool night air felt refreshing. Standing on the porch gazing at the stars through the trees I reminded myself I should probably get to bed, after all, it was eleven. Looking out over the stillness of the lake another thought filtered through my noggin, "you're on vacation Ronnie, you don't need to get up for anything, enjoy the night, have a beer, sleep in". I hadn't gotten any groceries but thought maybe, just maybe, someone may have left a beer in the fridge, as luck would have it there was one, not my brand but then beggars can't be choosers.
There were two large Adirondack chairs with seat cushions on the porch, I plopped my butt in one, popped the cap on the beer and sat back. To my delight the fireflies were in full form, they were as much fun to watch as the stars were mesmerizing. As I sat I dozed, finding myself drifting in and out of dreams, with Lennie always being the focus, his large warm hands on my skin, his soft tantalizing kisses, fondling me, shaping and molding my breasts, playfully squeezing my ass as he positioned his mouth above my vulva.
He always played a game with my bush, he'd rub his nose sideways through it smelling my arousal telling me how sweet I smelled, at that point he'd squeeze my cheeks and pull me up into his face. That magic tongue would infiltrate my tender folds making me so glad I was a woman and married to him. My orgasms from oral were almost always the same, the first would hit me as my body shook, followed immediately by two or three waves of ecstasy before I would push him away so sensitive it almost hurt. He would kiss the insides of my thighs and once on top of my mound as he would get up to wash his face, I tend to have an abundance of fluid when I cum so hard.
While I never minded oral he didn't always want much more than a few bobs of the head before wanting to climb on and ride. I knew when he wanted a full blow job, he would put his hands on the sides of my head and slowly fuck my mouth, he never went so deep that he made me gag. I loved how he was taking me and doing with me as he wished and still showing me adoring love. More than once I wished I could have deep throated all seven inches, it never seemed to affect him, he would slowly stroke in and out until he erupted in my mouth, me swallowing every drop my lover had to offer.
After a few wet sloppy slurps on his joy stick he would ask how I wanted it, it was always my choice, if I said nothing he would take me however he desired, sometimes missionary, quite often doggy, a position we both loved, or me on my tummy with pillows under my abdomen as he rode from behind. Another position we liked but didn't do often was ankles on shoulders, he would go so deep, I loved when he came in that position, I could feel his cock pulsing and squirting deep inside me. We tried anal a few times early on, neither of us found it joyful, I didn't like the pain and he didn't like the thought of hurting me, we reached the conclusion that vaginal and oral was all we needed.
When I awoke I had my hand in my sweatpants, I had slid my fingers inside my panties and though I wasn't masturbating just having my fingers slide long the wet glistening lips had me gasping for air. I quickly looked around to see nothing but darkness, withdrawing my fingers I smelled them, then licked them wanting it to be Lennie's juices and mine combined. Neither of us ever freaked out about bodily fluids, I loved tasting my pussy on his lips after he'd eat me and he had no qualms about Frenching me if I'd just swallowed a load, we drew the line at cream pies, it wasn't for us.
Glancing at my watch I was amazed I'd been there over two hours, it was after one AM, turning in I consciously wore the bare minimum to bed, panties, I also made sure I got myself off thinking about Lennie pounding me from behind. It wasn't often I would masturbate but when I did it was always using my fingers and dreaming of Lennie riding me doggy. I didn't need dildo's or other toys, my fingers and dreams of Lennie satisfied me when I needed relief. A few of my gal friends suggested I get back out there and invite a guy or two into my bed, I wondered aloud why I would do that, if I was going to take another man into my bed it would be because I loved him, not because I was horny.
As the early morning sun filtered softly through the sheers I stirred wondering what I might have for breakfast, standing at the fridge in my black bikini panties and nothing else I was hoping there might be food in there just like there was beer. No such luck, what I did see was a printed sheet of paper taped to the door which read, *hot breakfast from 7 until 9, $4.50*, how could I go wrong, tossing on some clothes and a pair of sandals I headed to the office.
On the way the smells of breakfast guided me to a screened in pavilion area enclosed on three sides. At the end was a huge fieldstone fireplace, in front of it were two tables loaded with pancakes, French toast, scrambled eggs, (real eggs, not powdered), sausage patties, bacon, biscuits and gravy, bagels, coffee and milk. To the side were cereals, a toaster, and assorted seasonal fruit. I scanned the array of delicious smelling delights and smiled when I thought about the cost of $4.50, but the looking around seeing how many people were there, it was obvious it paid for itself.
Sitting at a table Georgi sat with me and chatted, wondering if I slept well, was there anything I needed. When I asked about food she said there was an IGA located in town four miles to the west. Looking around I commented on there being so many campers and only eight cabins.
She chuckled, "Oh goodness, most of these aren't from the resort, they're folks from town or the area who stop in most every day, the food is better than the greasy spoon in town and we have better prices. We could up it to five bucks and folks would still come, but then there's people like that old couple in the corner, five bucks is a lot to them. It more than pays for itself as is, no need to be greedy. Not sure we'll continue with it next year, just too much work for me anymore. We've considered adding bigger heaters in the cabins and staying open all winter, we get calls from snowmobilers, snow shoers and skiers every fall, we could make a pretty penny if we stayed open, but again, it's a lot of work."
Following breakfast I made my way into town, a tiny little place of just over eight hundred people, I picked up groceries for lunches and a few items for suppers, I was going to continue taking advantage of that delicious breakfast. I noticed a sign at the Catholic church advertising Friday night fish fry beginning at four. Lennie and I had heard of and occasionally talked about how popular these fish fries were in the northern states, I determined I was going to learn firsthand what they were about. Talking with Mike about it he laughed.
"You'll be hooked, aint nothing like a good fish fry on Friday, the church and VFW have the best in town although I like the fries at the VFW better. Why don-cha come with me and Georgi this Friday, I think you'd really like it, they have Haddock, Perch and Blue Gill when they're in season. Just so happens they're spawning right now so there'll be fresh Bluegill for sure."
I'd spent the week lounging at the cabin, swimming in the chilly lake, I rented a small outboard one afternoon and toodled around exploring the little coves and inlets. I encountered a number of fishermen, all waved and were friendly with a hello and a few a tip of the hat. On Friday afternoon Mike walked my way stopping at the porch, I'd come to love that porch, I could sit and watch the world go by for hours knowing the phone wouldn't ring and no one would be calling my name.
"Still going to fish with us tonight Ronnie? If you are be at the office cabin by five, we like to get there early enough to avoid the crowd that usually gets there about six or so. You can ride with us if you want to, we don't bite."
"I'll be there at five Mike, thank you. Anything I need to know for how to dress?"
He smiled, "Clothes will work best, just be comfortable, what you been wearing all week will be fine. Nobody around here much cares as long as you're covered."
