She took a minute to glance around his place, realizing that it was even better than she'd pictured.
As expected, there was a fire simmering in the hearth. He'd dimmed the lights, and there were a couple candles burning on a rustic dining room table. Everything smelled woodsy. Seriously, was she dreaming?
She had to admit, the man had style. It was becoming increasingly hard to regret her decision to be here...the guilt and confusion still raged, but the fantasy had become so perfect, it felt surreal.
There were no strings, no obligation, no expectations. If anything, she lectured herself, she had to remain completely objective here. He had a girlfriend, he'd chosen her and their lifestyle a long time ago, so this was just a fun night out. Casual sex among two consenting adults. She could do casual, right?
As if he could sense her inner dilemma, he held out a hand and pulled her to her feet.
"How about we do something relaxing?" he suggested.
Don't get invested, she told herself. Just be cool.
"Okay," she said, a bit more nonchalant this time, the wine making her head go a bit fuzzy, her body more lax, her reluctance a bit more amendable as the merlot dripped into her veins as liquid courage.
He guided her towards the side of the cabin. He motioned her outside, where there was an open patio with a hot tub with soft music playing and lots of lush plants shimmering in the breeze. She was positive the cement floor was heated. A bottle of massage oil sat nearby on a small table, a bath robe and slippers, more candles and, she realized with a bit of a jolt, a small selection of sex toys.
A small surge of excitement bubbled inside her as he stood behind her while she took it all. It was gloriously luxurious, and a bit naughty. An irresistible combination.
He brought his arms around her waist, his chest firm and warm against her back, as that sultry voice rumbled in her ear again.
"Say you want to stay with me tonight, have an adventure. Say yes."
"Yes," she said weakly.
At her surrender, he grinned, letting his hands roam over her belly, up her sides, over her breasts. Her breath caught, a bit ragged as she struggled with the intense desire building inside her.
His hands slipped down over her thighs, lifting her dress up to her hips, rubbing his thumbs teasingly against her pantyline. She resisted the urge to groan as he pulled her even more snug against him.
"I'm going to take my time with you," he said with a nip at her neck, then released her.
She felt almost dizzy, and not entirely from the wine.
"Why don't you enjoy the hot tub for a while?"
The sentiment, though entirely pleasant, pulled her out of the lull.
He walked behind a bar to the left and pulled out a plate of charcuterie. He set it on the table with the massage oil, and a fresh bottle of wine.
"Relax, I'll be back soon."
--- x ---
I watched from the window as she slipped out of her dress, she had a body that made me feel like a starving man, hungry for any little bite.
She was slightly taller than average, around 5'7", had a long, lean midriff, toned and naturally muscular thighs and gorgeous, teardrop tits. Her lacy black lingerie accentuated already strong curves, a petite waist and, I noticed in particular as she reached down to pull off her heels, a tight ass.
I turned away as she moved to slip off the rest of her clothing, saving the view for later, when I had time to savor it.
I went back to finish my whiskey and a few other preparations. Anticipating a very memorable night, I let her slip into the hot water alone and was very much looking forward to watching her enjoy herself.
--- x ---
She'd downed the rest of her wine out of nerves and broken into the next bottle and was slipping dangerously towards tipsy. More relaxed and a bit giddy now, she popped a decadent wedge of cheese into her mouth, followed by another small sip of wine. Her head spun a little as she crush a strawberry between her teeth.
"Someone seems to be enjoying herself."
Her head lulled to glance to her left, and there he was naked. She nearly giggled.
He grinned at her smile, slipping himself into the water.
She felt blissful, nearly weightless in the water as he pulled her closer. Then kissed her.
Her stomach knotted and tensed as she tentatively explored the kiss. His tongue intertwined gently with hers, not pushy or demanding, though she wasn't sure which was worse. She kissed him back, brows knitted.
"Mmm." He sat back and licked his lips, his eyes roaming downward.
She wasn't used to men appreciating her body. Emboldened by the wine, she sat back slowly and stretched her arms up and along the sides of the tub, letting the water bubble just over the tops of her breasts. Her center was already throbbing with anticipation.
