The snow was coming down in sheets. Visibility was at an all-time low. This isn't exactly how they had planned their weekend getaway. Just some time to ski and have fun with friends, but everyone was snowed into their respective cabin. The ski resort had posted "whiteout" conditions and every one was ordered to stay indoors. The hope of it dying down soon had been shattered as night had fallen. The mountain seemed to enjoy being kissed by the snow. It wasn't a kiss as more of a severe lashing.
They had been married for 5 years already and the relationship had grown stale. The mundane things of life had sucked out all the passion that they had for each other. Work and kids were like leeches on their romantic and sensual sides. The pressures of daily life had drained everything that they had for each other. This vacation was supposed to be just for them. Only two days in and it seemed more stressful than being at home. They should have been in romance paradise. They had nothing to complain about concerning their accommodations.
The cabin was beautiful. A rustic looking log cabin with gigantic pillars and Kelly green painted accents. The 3,000 square foot cabin was big enough for an army. The smell awoken senses that you probably didn't even know that you had. The cedar gave the right hint of masculinity, yet a small hint of lilacs and jasmine kissed the cedar scent and gave it the right balance. It was almost erotic in a way. The kitchen was a gorgeous contemporary masterpiece. Even a French inspired chef would have been delighted with the counter space and accessories that went with it. The kitchen opened up into the living room area. The massive fireplace was adorned with a grand mirror that made the room look even bigger than what it was. Big brown leather couches flanked each other for intimate fireside chats and late night wine tastings. The room was light with some excellent recessed lighting, but at night the fireplace was usually the only light on. The bedrooms were spilt throughout the house. The master bedroom was the biggest of the rooms. A massive king sized dark cherry sleigh bed was the focus of the room, covered by a multitude of accent pillows. The wooden, hand carved armoire hid the 42 inch plasma television and was barely even used. The matching wooden dressers contained enough room for even the biggest of packers. The master bath was an oasis all its own. The porcelain white Jacuzzi tub was big enough to fit an elephant. The walk in shower was big enough for two people and had four shower heads for maximum coverage. The vanity had two separate sinks for ultimate accessibility. Another mirror made the bathroom look massive. The walk in closets wrapped around and joined each other, a feature that would make the most envious of fashion designers jealous. The other bedrooms in the cabin where just mirror images of the master but in a more miniature kind of way.
The winter slathering outside was making him depressed in a way. He wanted this weekend to be perfect, not a disaster. He wanted fun and skiing and a time for reconnecting with her. He shifted as he looked out the window. His mind racing on how could possibly salvage this. He glanced towards the kitchen and came up with an idea. He walked over to the kitchen and rummaged through the pantry finding what he needed. The fridge door slammed as he had gotten everything else he needed. He rolled up his sleeves and grabbed some sauté pans and started feverishly working. He wasn't a French chef, but he definitely knew his way around a kitchen.
She stared into the never lying mirror. She grimaced at the sight of what she saw. The years had not been kind to her. Years of children and eating her feelings had taken its toll. Her size always bothered her, but it never bothered him. I guess being a plus size woman is in this year. He had always loved that she was a big beautiful woman but she always had issues. She had hidden the inner goddess away. She longed for the days when she felt sexy.With his schedule he was always so tired. Every now and then he wanted to make love, but those days were few and far between. Her desire for him had never waned, but that had been put on hold with all of life's mundane mood killers and time fillers. WE ARE BEAUTIFUL, her goddess screamed. "I wish he could show me that more often" She muttered under her breath. She pivoted and turned the shower on. Her naked body moved gracefully as she got a towel ready for after. With the temperature being just right she climbed in and reveled in the hot steamy sensation. Her hair fell to her shoulders as the water weighed it down. Her cares were washing away as she imagined days gone by. The way they met and fell in love. Nights of making love for hours at a time. Waking up in the middle of the night just to touch and caress him. Nights he woke her up pleasuring her. The fire and the intensity that they had, the passion that shook the walls every time they touched. It was amazing how when they touched her body would explode in a fireball of pure ecstasy and pleasure.
She finally realized that she was touching herself. The soap was cascading off her body and into the drain. Her fingers had found their way down to her clit and she was gently rubbing herself. It felt good; she can't remember when the last time was that she had masturbated. Her body was aching. She slid herself up against the tile wall and lifted her leg a bit so she could feel every sensation. Her body quivered as she pressed harder into herself. A slight moan escaped her lips. Why don't we do this more often? Her fingers circled her clit over and over again, her body rocked in time with her pulsing fingers. After a minute of touching, her body finally released with pure joy as an orgasm escaped from her wetness. She relaxed for a second, her body spent from the tension just released. She slide down the wall and came to a crouching position on the floor. She began to weep silently. She pulled her knees to her chest to cover herself and just cried. The release felt so good. Why can't he take the time to do that like he use to? Her mind racing as she composed herself and she stood and finished washing her body. She rinsed off and climbed out of the shower. She took the towel off her head and, no way, could that be? She smelled food. Something really intoxicating was coming from the kitchen. Could he be cooking dinner for us? He hasn't done something like that in a long time. She started drying her hair feverishly. She was famished and it smelled so wonderful. She grabbed her outfit that she had picked out and started getting dressed.
The smell in the kitchen was amazing. He was proud of himself and his self-taught culinary skills. The pan was searing the fish perfectly. The vegetables were simmering and the wine had been chilling for a while. The IPod was crooning to some soft Josh Groban. His voice filled the kitchen with an angelic sound carrying throughout until it died in the middle of the living room. He danced around a bit as he shuffled from pan to pan. He spun around and they locked eyes.
She was wearing this beautiful red knee length dress with black stockings. Her hair was straightened and flowing down her shoulders and pinned back a little with an invisible hair accessory.Her cleavage was showing a bit and he couldn't stop looking at her. She smiled sheepishly at him and looked to the floor, almost in a submissive way.
He looked so handsome to her. She stopped for a second and watched him glide through the kitchen. He bare feet and blue jeans. The button down blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up. His five o'clock shadow complimented his goatee very well. His voice filling the night air brought memories back of how he would sing to her gently in the night. He spun around and they lock eyes.
