The cabin was going to be empty this week. I grinned as I studied the timeshare schedule. Somehow, fortunately for me, not one member of the two large families who are joint owners of this cabin had claimed it for this week.
I wasn't on the list. The cabin belongs to my parents, and their friends, the Morgan family. I am twenty-five years old, and living on my own. I am supposed to get my own timeshare now, or do without.
I had to get away. I couldn't stand one more minute in the city without a break. Things hadn't been going so well for me recently. My job was going downhill, and I broke up with my girlfriend. I had been with her for six months, and been monogamous that whole time. As a consequence, I had lost touch with all the casual sex partners I had known before.
For a guy like me, a week with no sex was almost unendurable. I could go pick up some cunt in a bar, but I still loved Kristin and I felt like I would be cheating on her if I did. It didn't matter that we weren't seeing each other anymore, for some reason my cock and my heart seemed to be connected in this.
The sexual tensions coupled with the stress of my job were really taking their toll on me. Maybe a week away from it all would make it better. I hoped it would anyway.
I got the time off work, and loaded up the car and headed to the mountains. A week of solitude and thinking things through would do me good.
The trip to the cabin was boring and uneventful. I listened to sad love songs on the radio and felt sorry for myself. When I got there I was surprised to see a car already there. I got mad at first, thinking of my plans messed up. I realized I had no real right to get angry. My plans had not been on the schedule either. Whoever was here had no more right to the cabin than I did. Maybe we could strike a deal, and share it. Surely we could stay out of each others way.
I hoped it wasn't Kari Morgan with her three kids. If it was, I would leave. I had no desire to spend a week surrounded by whining kids.
I parked my truck next to the small green compact car, noting that there were no car seats inside. Well, that was one worry gone. It wasn't Kari. Who could it be? I wracked my mind. I hadn't seen anyone in the Morgan family in several years. I would soon find out. I knocked politely on the cabin door, since I wasn't expected.
When the door was opened, I was stunned. There stood a beautiful young woman clad in a white bikini that barely covered her attributes. She smiled a genuine smile of welcome at me. I didn't recognize her, but she obviously knew me.
"Dylan, what a wonderful surprise!" she gushed. She practically jumped into my arms in her eagerness to welcome me. My cock twitched in response to her nearly naked body pressed against me.
"Um, hi," I stammered stupidly.
"You don't recognize me do you?" She stepped back and put her hands on her hips, thrusting her full breasts out at me.
"No, I'm sorry but I don't," I admitted. "You must be one of the Morgan's, but you aren't Kari, and you can't be Jill, you aren't old enough. I know you aren't Stephanie just from looking at you. So who are you?"
"How do you know that I'm not Stephanie?" She asked, smiling at me.
"You can't be. Stephanie isn't, well, I mean, you have a bit more, um," I stammered uselessly. Then it hit me. It had been several years since I had seen her. A girl could mature quite a bit from the age of sixteen to twenty. "Oh, my God! You are Stephanie!"
She jumped into my arms again when I recognized her. My arms went around her of their own accord. I didn't seem to have much control over the situation.
"You sure have changed," I told her.
"Growing up does that to a girl," she said. She finally moved out of my arms somewhat reluctantly.
I couldn't believe it, but this beautiful girl was hitting on me. I looked at her lush womanly body, trying to come to terms with the differences between now and then. She had been a gangly awkward teenager. I hadn't paid much attention to her back then. She was a kid, and I was an adult. I was more interested in watching the babes out on the lake than in a kid following me around.
"You haven't changed much," she said. "Except perhaps that you became more muscular." Her fingers lightly caressed the rippling muscles under my tight t-shirt.
"So tell me Stephanie, what are you doing here this week? Your family didn't have anything on the schedule."
"Neither did yours," she pointed out. "I didn't think it would be a problem if I came up, since the cabin was empty."
"The exact thoughts I had." I looked back at my car, thinking about my bag in the truck. "Do you think we can share the cabin? I don't want to have to drive back."
"I don't mind if you don't."
"Great. I'll just get my things then." She stood in the doorway watching as I got my bag out of the truck and walked back. It made me nervous how she watched me. I had a brief moment of longing for my planned solitary week, but then I looked at her again, standing there watching me, in her white bikini that showed the darkness of her nipples and pubic hair through it, and that longing disappeared, only to be replaced by another. I closed the truck's door, and adjusted my stiffening cock in my jeans before I picked up my bag and turned toward her again.
She hadn't moved while I was gone. She watched me as I watched her while I walked toward her. I saw the exact moment she noticed my growing erection in my jeans. Her nipples stiffened under the light material of her bikini top. She flushed in embarrassment, the light pink color rising from the valley between her breasts and moving up her neck to her face.
One of her hands fluttered near her stomach, and my eyes moved to capture the movement. From there it was only natural that my eyes go further down, taking in her skimpy bikini bottoms. I could see her pussy lips outlined against the clinging material. I raised my eyes slowly back up her body, to her face. By that time I was standing right in front of her. She would have to step aside to allow me to enter the cabin.
"I was just going to the lake for a swim," she said, moving aside. "Would you like to join me after you unpack?"
"Sounds good," I agreed. The thought of seeing her with that tiny white bikini wet made my cock grow even harder. I carried my bag to the room I had used in the past, only to find her things already there. In my quick glimpse inside, I had seen her clothing spread out on the bed, her lacy bra and delicate panties arranged on the bed as if on display for me.
"You're going to have to use another room," she told me. She had followed me to the room.
"No problem," I said. I went to the one my parents used. Stephanie stood in the doorway watching me while I unpacked. It didn't take me long, I hadn't brought that much. I pulled out my swimsuit and placed it on the bed. She didn't look like she was going to leave so I could change. I decided to see how far she would take it. I pulled my shirt over my head. She gasped and stared at my bare chest. Her hand flew to her mouth.
"I'll wait for you out here," she said, and beat a hasty retreat. I chuckled as I removed my jeans and boxers. I didn't bother to close the door. It was obvious to me what was going to happen this week. I figured we might as well get it started. I thought it was strange how thoughts of Kristin hardly entered my mind. I pulled my trunks on, and followed her into the living room.
I was shocked when I saw her standing looking out the window. I hadn't noticed before that her bikini was a thong. Her beautiful ass stood out in perfection with the white thong sliding between her cheeks. The white really set off her tan well. I couldn't wait to see her with it wet. It would probably be transparent then.
I snuck up behind her and patted her bare ass. I was surprised at her reaction. She moaned and moved her ass back toward me.
"You really have grown up haven't you?" I said, putting my arms around her and pulling her back against me. She would have to feel my hard cock pressing against her ass. The little vixen rubbed her ass against my cock before twisting out of my arms.
"Of course I have. Now aren't you sorry you were so mean to me all those years?"
"Mean? What did I ever do that was mean?"
"You ignored me. I had a crush the size of Texas on you, and you ignored me and treated me like a kid."
"You were a kid, Stephanie. You were sixteen years old and I was twenty-one. I had to ignore you."
"I'm not sixteen anymore," she said.
"That's true, you aren't. I promise I won't ignore you ever again." I was surprised to find that I really meant it. It seemed that my heart and my cock would let me push thoughts of Kristin aside for Stephanie.
"You bet your ass you won't," she said, tossing her towel over her shoulder. "I'm not going to let you." With that, she turned and strolled toward the lake, leaving me to follow behind, enjoying the wonderful view of her ass swaying as she walked.
