Fresh snow lay all around them, covering the leafy forest floor. The rustling of dry leaves they had kicked up on their autumn woods walks was silenced now; the woods had become a quiet sanctuary for sleeping squirrels and huddled birds. Sunlight dappled through the bare branches, and sparkled on the virgin snow.
Hand in hand, they walked between towering trees, following a trail only she knew. Her fingertips were the first part of her to turn cold on days like this, but his warm fingers entwined with hers was all the glove she needed now. She glanced up to admire his strong profile; he flashed a grin back at her, and she melted a bit inside. He reached around to envelop her in a bear hug, and smiled as she molded her soft body intimately against his.
"So," he murmured as he nuzzled his nose in her curls, enjoying the fragrance of fresh shampoo and the underlying, mysterious scent of woman, "Is it your wicked plan to get us lost in the woods? I don't see any markings on these trees..."
Laughing softly, she wriggled back to gaze into his dark eyes. He held on tightly, not willing for her to pull away from his arms. With a dimpled grin, she reached behind her to grasp his hand, which had meandered downward to her bottom, and was now rubbing in slow circles. Lacing his fingers through hers, she set a sprightly pace once again through the woods.
They wandered along a small stream gurgling through the forest, sometimes sharing stories of times past or hopes for the future; at other times they held a companionable silence. He knew that she had devised a plan for this stolen time they had together, a time in which they were free from all responsibilities and could linger together; but what she had in mind for them in these cold and quiet woods, he could scarcely imagine.
Through the trees he saw a brown structure. "Is that a building? What, do you suppose..."
Smoke curled through the stone chimney of the small log cabin. "Ahh, a hunting cabin - someone must be there," he mused, but to his surprise she headed right for the cottage. She stopped on the doorstep, turned to him with an enigmatic smile, and pulled a key from her pocket. "Rental unit," she said softly, unlocking the door and walking in.
Homey and humble, the cabin had one room which was both a living area and a simple kitchen. Large windows gave a bright view of the woods outside, still shining with dappled light which was deepening to coral as the sun began to lower in the west. Opposite the doorway, a large overstuffed sofa partially obscured the coals of a low fire that were glowing in the stone fireplace. Colorful braided rugs brightened the honey tones of the pine floor, and warm, downy blankets were tossed on the sofa and on the large rug before the fireplace.
He turned to find her slipping out of her coat and scarf. "How did you...?" he began, but she merely tossed her coat carelessly aside before tripping merrily back into his ready arms, and pulling his coat off him. She kissed his cheek gently, the small cleft in his chin, the sensitive area she knew of under his earlobe...whispering as she blew softly against his ear.
"It's a day we've needed...and a rare opportunity for us. We'll share this moment of time together; we'll make memories that are only ours, and precious to us. Who knows if it could ever happen again?"
Pivoting away, she went to the fireplace and added some logs from the stack. She watched as the flames hungrily licked at the fresh logs, and satisfied, she turned back to find his eyes wandering over her bulky red sweatshirt and downward over the curves swelling through her snuggly fitted jeans Laughing, she posed saucily for him, then bounced back to stand before him.
She reached out for him, wanting just to touch him, to feel his solidity and strength. Rubbing his chest and moving her hands slowly downward over his belly, she reached the bottom of his sweater and eased beneath to feel the warmth of his bare skin. She lifted the sweater up while guiding him toward the sofa, and backing him up against it to sit; he obligingly lifted his arms so she could tug his sweater over his head. She tossed it to the floor, and then knelt down to remove his shoes and socks. As he wiggled his liberated toes, she began massaging them; with steadily increasing pressure she rubbed the balls and heels of his feet. Glancing up surreptitiously, she took in his closed eyes as he sighed in contentment. His eyes opened slowly, and gleamed warmly into hers. Gently squeezing, she moved her smooth hands firmly up and then down the length of each foot in turn, tenderly rubbing each of his toes and the spaces between them.
When she grew playful and began to lightly tickle the arches of his feet, he reached down to draw her up to a standing position before him. With dimples flirting at the corners of her soft lips, she reached down to unfasten his jeans, lingering to caress the warm, firm bulge pressing against his fly. She fell to her knees again as she tugged off his jeans and then his briefs. Her amber eyes took in every aspect of his body as she disrobed him; fire lit them in sparkling delight, flaming brighter as his firmly jutting manhood was exposed to the cool air in the cabin.
When finally he sat naked before her, he looked up to find her raking his body with her heated stare. "Alright, vixen", he cajoled in a low voice. "One of us has far too many clothes on."
Smilingly, slowly she unbuttoned and then unzipped her jeans, and sinuously wriggled out of them, pushing them down her legs and leaning down to pull them off and cast them aside. His eyes widened as he took in the deep burgundy lace panties scantily covering her round ass; then she stood erect before him again.
She warmed as she saw his gaze riveted on her toned legs and the curve of her hips; his slackened jaw and slow smile filled her with a wantonness she had not known before. Her hands moved to her collarbone, then slid downward over her sweatshirt, pausing to cup her breasts as she toyed with the sensitive nipples hidden from his view.
