Honeymoon at the Cabin

This is the second chapter of a story I have been working on about two friends. If you haven't read chapter one, I recommend that you check it out first, it will give you a lot of background on the relationship that they share. There is more to come and any and all comments are welcomed and encouraged. Please do not hesitate to contact me with question, comments, advice, etc.

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You picked me up, wrapped my legs around your waist and set me on the railing. You allowed your hands to explore my body as we continued to kiss, but you took your time, teasing, fanning the flames. I could tell that you were starting to get to the point where the human and the animal intertwine and the edges of both fade into one, so you picked me up again and set me back on the ground.

You took my hand and led me around to the front of the house. The majestic façade of our honeymoon present took my breath away and I got teary eyed when you picked me up and carried me across the threshold. You set me down in the living room and we started kissing again. Before long we were both pulling at clothes trying to minimize the barriers between our flesh.

You lost your right shoe, then the sock, and your jacket and I had lost my jacket, and the clip in my hair. When we started trying to take off your shirt without first undoing your tie, you were forced to stop us both and make us take a breath.

My breasts were heaving, our breathing labored, and we were both started to get warm. You wrapped your hands around my wrists and pulled me onto the couch with you. "Babe, we have to slow down before someone gets killed. Besides, I am sorry, maybe I am old fashioned, but I want your first time to be passionately tender, and on a bed, our bed, not helter skelter all over the house."

I am filled once again with nothing but love for you and realize just how right you were. Up until you had reminded me of the significance of the situation, I had gotten so wrapped up in my excitement over getting to finally enjoy the pleasures of your flesh that I had forgotten to be afraid.

Once you reminded me, however, I sat back and stared blankly into space. You walked over and sat down next to me, trying to gauge my feelings and decide the best way to approach the situation.

I turned to you a few moments later and kissed you once again with such passion that you felt as if you had been burned. You laughed the laugh that you get only when you are really truly and completely enjoying yourself, a deep hearty laugh as you scooped me up and sauntered off to the bedroom. You had that arrogance about you that you see little boys with when they think they have just gotten away with something epic and are now carrying away their prize.

We got into the bedroom and you gave me about fifteen seconds to look around and admire the elegant but masculine furniture and get a quick glimpse into the master bath as well. Then we were back to business.

You acted as if you are going to toss me across the room and onto the bed, but you didn't. You walked over to the bed and gently laid me down. You took a step back and started undressing yourself. I tried to get up to help you but you stopped me. You removed your tie, your shoes and socks. You grab my hand and pull me to my feet.

I reach for you and attempt to go to work unbuttoning your shirt but you stop me. You twirl me around and unzip the back of my teal silk dress. You slip it from my shoulders and let it pool at my feet. You lift me up and set me down away from the dress on the floor and as you take in the view before you, you sink back onto the bed.

Your jaw drops at the sight before you. I am wearing white stilettos with white lacy stockings held up by a garter belt. I have on a sheer white slip and beneath it are a white thong that has your name embroidered on the front, and a white lace baby doll. I can tell by the look on your that you are afraid that you will blow early just by looking at me.

I quickly devise a plan and step towards you. I plant my hands firmly on your shoulders and push, toppling you back onto the bed. I crawl on top of you, straddling you. I start to caress and explore your body. Then, out of nowhere, I start tickling you mercilessly. We started rolling around on the bed each trying to regain the upper hand.

We finally collapsed in a heap of laughter. You collapsed in such a way that your arms fell open and you finally gave me access to your shirt. I made quick work of it, before you got it in your mind to stop me. Once I had unbuttoned all of it, you slowly shifted your weight so you could sit up, and as you did your arm quickly snuck around my waist to prevent me from falling over backwards.

Your hand found its way between my shoulder blades and you pulled me into you for another mind-blowing kiss. When you finally released me, I grasped at your shirt, and pulled it free from your pants, sliding it down your arms. Once I had finally gotten it off, I tossed it across the room and resumed kissing you.

You slowly reclined back onto the bed, taking me with you. I got a plan in my head and you were hard pressed to stop me once I got started. I sat back and looked at you. I leisurely began to caress and explore your muscular torso, until you pulled me back down for another kiss. I kissed from your lips to your cheek and down your neck. I nibbled on your collar bone, and then began to cover every inch of your chest and stomach in kisses, licks, nibbles, and playful bites.

It seemed to you that I was trying to create a topographical map of your body using only my lips and you couldn't help but enjoy it. As I kissed lower and lower and my hair began to tickle your stomach, your breathing once again became more labored and your stomach flexed underneath my lips. I giggled slightly, but refused to be distracted.

When I attempted to use my lips to free you from your pants, I heard a sound that sounded something like a combination moan, grunt, and chuckle as I felt your hands tangle in my silky hair. You gently nudged me back towards your lips, and at my slight hesitation, you laughed, "Baby, we have the next two weeks, wait no, correction, we have the rest of our lives for that. Tonight is about and for you, and I will not be persuaded otherwise."

Reluctantly I obeyed and we kissed once more. Your hands left my hair and slowly began to push back on my knees so that every inch of our bodies were touching. As you hands slowly dawdled up the back of my thighs, our kiss heated up a few degrees.

When your hands gently began to knead my firm cheeks, we were ablaze, and when you began to use pressure on my ass to grind me against you, we reached a four alarm fire. You could feel and sense the magnitude of my desire and decided it just might be about time to get down to business.

You pulled me close and flipped us over. Your knees spread my legs which instinctively curled around your waist. You sat back on your haunches for a moment, surveying the scene before you. Your look was one of appreciation. I was finally yours.

Though, then again, I always had been. You had known a long time prior to that fateful game of truth or dare that I cared enough about you and trusted you as a friend, that if you had asked, I would have given my virginity to you at any point along the way. It was our unspoken understanding and you never called upon me to put my money where my mouth was.

I felt your hands slide up my thighs, pushing my slip up as you went. I reached up and used your shoulders to pull myself up as you slid the slip from my body, tossing it near your discarded shirt.

I lowered myself back down and watched your face as you took in the sight before you. As your gaze swept from the lacy bra barely covering my nipples to my flat stomach, to my shaven pussy barely hidden beneath the sheer triangle of my thong, to the garter belt set I wore. I couldn't tell if your face typified a man about to eat his last supper or one who had just been informed that for the first time in his life he could actually taste the flavors of his food.

I took advantage of your distraction and once more reached for your fly. You were startled from your trance as you felt the button spring free and heard the teeth of your zipper as I eased it open. You grabbed my wrists with playful anger and forced me back to flat.

"What did I just tell you? Tonight is about you, not me. Come on, behave now. I really don't want to have to punish you tonight."

I reluctantly nodded my head and allowed you to do as you wished. You traced your hands down my arms and caressed my shoulders. Your hands caressed around to my breasts as you teased my nipples to attention.

Your hands continue down my body, gently stroking and arousing. They played over my stomach, barely tickling, though not enough to make me squirm. Your hands then ran down the front of my thighs to my knees, shifted slightly and caressed up the insides. You then leaned forward, a hand on either side of my head, and kissed me. I smiled, but you could tell I was starting to get really nervous, even though I was trying not to show it.

About then, you felt your stomach growl against me, and I couldn't help but giggle. "Saved by the bell?" I shook my head and embraced you to further my point. You smiled, told me you had an idea and told me you would be back. In the doorway, you turned to me and said, "Stay beautiful!" I grinned knowing you'd say, "what was I thinking? It's impossible for you to not," when you returned.