It was a mild yet blustery day, in the Maritimes. Though the temperature was mild the winds were blowing quite strong that day, as we drove to the little out of the way cottage that we had rented for the weekend. It is dusk and the sun is just about to slip below the horizon. This place had been chosen above all that we looked at because of its seclusion, its unspoiled beauty and its nearness to the water. Though most of the cottages had been beautiful, but this one... This one had the most breath taking view from the rather large roughly hewn four poster bed. One could lay there and gaze out the floor to ceiling windows that over looked the cove and the natural beauty that surrounded it.
Pulling the car to a smooth stop just outside the door of the cottage, we slipped from the car quietly and looked around. Nothing but a fresh blanket of snow marked only by the wildlife that wandered freely here. There was no noise... Only that of the winds whistling through the trees that stood majestically around the shoreline. I turned slowly to gather my small bag from the back seat of the car and walked across the pristine snow, to the door of the quaint little cottage. He went to gather some firewood from the pile neatly stacked at the side of the building. Opening the door... And seeing that the care taker had gone to great lengths to see that the cottage had been prepared as we had asked. In the hearth a roaring fire blazed away. Gazing around the room, I see that the room has been freshly dusted and aired out. Walking slowly to the bedroom, seeing that the satin sheets that had been sent ahead were on the bed, fresh flowers had been placed on the night stand. And the windows had been freshly washed... Allowing the almost perfect view of my childhood playground.
Hearing him enter the front door and drop the wood next to the fireplace, I drop my small bag on the bed and walk to the living room in time to see him rise. I marvel at just how handsome he really is. His strong arms and legs... His loving eyes... The ones I long to gaze into, were my sights Watching him slip his coat off... And feeling the familiar stir that happens EVERY time I look at him. He looks up from hanging his coat and sees that my thoughts are now visible in my eyes. I cannot hide my attraction for him... Especially not from him. Slowly he stands straight and walks to me, gathering me silently into his arms. A soft shudder courses through my body as I feel once again the sweet bliss of his arms enclosing me. "This is where I long to always be"... I say to myself.
Curling my body against his, I can smell the ocean and the cold in his skin and hair. Such and intoxicating smell it is. Slowly as the embrace deepens, as my body melds with his... His hands begin to travel my body,... Each touch eliciting a small gasp or moan. He knows what he can do to me with the simplest of touches. I feel his hands... His fingertips tracing a line down my arms... My breath held in anticipation. I know what he will do... He has done it a bajillion times before... Each time as exciting as the first time. He knows my weaknesses... And plays them well. I feel is fingertips graze the core of my palms. My body instantly wracked with shivers of delight. Feeling all of his fingers caressing my palms... A soft moan slips free of my lips... Then his hand lays fully against mine... And I am lost in him yet again. Slowly his large strong hand closes around mine... No words have been spoken but the conversation of bodies flowing. He silently leads me to the bedroom that will be our refuge in the coming storm of emotion and weather.
As we enter the bedroom and are once again struck by the beauty of nature that seems to be a part of the room... We walk directly to the window and watch as the first squall from the bay rolls in. His hand releases mine as he moves behind me to envelop me yet again. I feel his arms slip around my shoulders and lay across my chest. Together we stand... As one... Looking at the world before us. I step back slightly pressing my body to his. He does not move back but snuggles me tight. His hands begin to caress my breasts through the blouse that separates his flesh from mine. The buttons begin to fall away one by one. My breath held then releases with a moan as each button slips free of its home. As my blouse is slowly opened before the window...