I wrote this after meeting a friend online. She and talked of meeting, but never actually did.
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It’s been snowing out and we had been looking for the perfect weekend to spend at your friend’s cabin in the woods. You are very close to your friend Marissa and she mentioned to you that her cabin is available most anytime...just give her some notice. You called her Friday, notice being a little short, and she had nothing planned. It was fine with her.
Fortunately, she trusted you with a key so it was just a matter of packing and quick planning. The forecast was for snow flurries at the most. The woods offered all kinds of things...pristine view near a lake, wild animals, nature at its most beautiful.
You had been at Marissa’s cabin only a couple of times and you remembered she had no phone there. You made sure you had your cell phone ready and packed. She had a fireplace but you weren’t sure what else.
It took about two hours to get there, in the middle of PA. We were both looking forward to this. You’ve had a rough week with short staff, dealing with an auditor and a shit-load of work. I’ve been getting my feet wet with a new job. We put in a tape and listened to some relaxing music on the way...holding hands. Janice’s hands are so soft...I could probably hold them forever.
We arrive at Marissa’s cabin early in the afternoon. It was kinda hard to see since it’s in the woods and it was snowing very hard. The air was very cold...as we expected. There was a lot of snow on the ground; nearly a foot. We get in and it’s very chilly but the furnace had been on. She’s got the cabin winterized and always a little ready.
There a wood-burning stove and fireplace. I prepare both while you set housekeeping a little...clothes, food and all. I took a minute from the wood at the fireplace and watch you. You have sort of a serious look on your face, especially in the kitchen organizing food and such. But you are beautiful...sexy shape and the way your hair flows with your body. You sense me watching you. You turn, pause, and we exchange loving glances...your smile is awesome.
We have a wonderful and tasty dinner with lots of pasta. I had a taste for fish (not sure if you do) and it was excellent. Your culinary artistry...well...you do have some. We’re relaxed on the couch in front of the fireplace and a CD playing in our player. We were ready to let whatever flow; just a quiet evening with no phones or any other bother. A glass of wine for each of us. It was heaven.
The fire has the cabin very, very cozy and actually hot. The glow of the fire against your face is striking. The wine has put a smile on each of us...mellow. We’re very warm; a contrast to the snow storm outside. We both remove our sweats. I notice your T-shirt underneath...just tight enough to show your beautiful breasts and obvious nipples. You decide that my rugby shirt was too much...and you pull it off. That feels better. You lean over to me with a warm kiss. I pull you closer with a tighter kiss as if to say “Thank you...you’re wonderful.” Your hand lands intentionally in my lap and you search for my cock. You start rubbing it through my pants. I pull you closer for a warm, french kiss. Our mouths are wide open and our tongues are entwined. I rub your back and work your t-shirt loose at your waste.