As we arrive, you can't suppress a giggle as you see a big red ribbon hanging across the doorway. I lean across your body, not so subtlety brushing up against your breast and taking in the cologne you have sprayed lightly in your cleavage, to get a pair of scissors from the glove compartment. On my way back up, I pause and put my hands to your face. Looking deeply into your eyes, I simply say, "Happy Valentines Day", and kiss your nose. I pull my face back, look into your eyes again and pull your face to mine. Our lips meet and our lips part. I kiss you only long enough to relay a promise for more later.
I jump out of the car and before you have a chance to get out of the car, I run to your side and open the door, just like I used to when we first met. Then I hand you the scissors and stick out the crook of my elbow for you to take. "M'lady, may I escort you to your castle?" You giggle again and take my arm, following me to the door. When we get there, you make a big production in the ribbon cutting ceremony, doing your best Vanna White impression in presenting the scissors and cutting the fabric. Without any warning, I put one arm behind your back and scoop the other under your firm thighs. As I pull your body close to my chest, you let out a shocked scream and nuzzle your face into my neck.
I open the door and you get your first look at your domicile for the next three days. You are amazed to see candles flickering and flowers placed strategically throughout the cabin. I see your face question how I got all this set up, but you decide not to ask and just enjoy that it happened. I put you down to explore while I go to get our luggage. Surprisingly, there wasn't a speck of dust in the place, not a hint of stale air. Obviously the place had been taken care of recently.
I arrived in the bedroom just seconds after you and threw the luggage on the bed. "Race you to get ready and into the lake." I start puling off my hunter green polo shirt even before you understand the message, so you are well behind me in our race. You pull your light sweater over your shoulders and I pause to enjoy the light jiggle your breasts are doing before remembering our challenge. By this time, you have wriggled from your skirt and have opened your suitcase, looking for your bikini. The frantic exertion make your breasts strain to stay encased within the flimsy lace bra you chose for our trip. Finding your top, you immediately unclasp your bra and give me a peek and your large, firm, unfettered breasts until you were able to put on your tiny flower print top. By this time, I have my jeans off and decide to distract you. I pull off my boxers and you hear an audible slap and my hard cock springs up and hits my hard stomach. I proceed to look through my luggage to find my suit, leaving my cock out, bobbing in time with my efforts to find a cover for it.
It's obvious that my "throw everything in the suitcase and I'll sort it out later" packing method is not as efficient as your meticulous "put everything in it's place" method, as you find your bottoms much faster than I do mine. You pull of your panties and pull on your bikini bottoms and rush for the door just as I spy my trunks. I decided that since there wouldn't be anyone near the lake at this time, I am going to catch you one way or another. I tear off after you with my trunks in my hand and run past you, bare assed nekkid, to claim the victory. You stop in stunned silence. Finally, you scream, "Oh, My Gawd, Sean! What the hell are you doing?!?" I bob on one foot in the cold, chest high water, trying to put on my trunks. "Hey, I won, didn't I?"
I finish pulling on my shorts and come out of the water, putting on my best monster face and begin to stalk my prey. Getting the hint, you scream your best melodramatic scream and begin to run in slow motion. Finding a convenient rock, you "trip" and fall gently to the ground just as I get to you. I pull you up to your feet and throw you over my shoulder. You play the helpless victim until I begin to wade into the lake. The frigid water touched your toes and you decide getting wet is just not in your best interest right now. You begin to struggle against me, trying to climb up my body as I make my inexorable trek deeper into the water. I stop as you sit on top of my shoulders, shivering, as water soaks into your swim suit bottom. I turn around, much to your relief, and begin to walk back to shore. "Thank you, Sean. That water was just tooΓ’β¬Β¦" Suddenly I threw myself back into the water, completely immersing you in the icy depths.
Your face barely emerges from the water before you release a string of curses more playful than serious. As you stand, I notice some very obvious effects the cold water has had on your anatomy. You top is slightly askew, but could not expose your breast completely because the edge of the material was caught on your very hard nipple. You jump up as high as you can, trying to get some leverage to dunk my head into the water. Your futile attempt only brings your quivering breasts to my face.