It was a long planned weekend away. After all that had happened over the years between them, they had finally done it. To spend all weekend in each other's company, no one to worry about or to tell them what to do and when.
They'd arrived at the small cabin deep in the lake district countryside, taking in the views and panoramas. This was their time to relax, to be away from all that would otherwise stress them out. The pair unloaded the car and made a drink, settling briefly as they relaxed from the drive.
"You know, I've been wanting this to happen for soo long?" He said, relaxing in the armchair cradling his tea.
She just smiled at him, looking around, realising that they could actually relax here. She nodded in response "yeah, me too.." smiling warmly.
The journey had felt long, they were grateful to finally be there and really felt that they could relax. The pair had decided that there was to be no family chatter, their problems would be left at home. After their tea, they moved to the bedroom and pulled their bags up onto the bed.
After exploring the en suite, they open their bags and unpacked into the respective drawers. Knowing each other so long, they could almost predict the contents of each other's bags. Although, somehow, seeing her set out a number of her lace thongs and bras on the bed before him, piqued his interest.
"So, which colour do you like best?" She asked in a semi husky, seductive tone.
She held each set up to her body in turn, smiling cheekily as she did. He just stood and admired her, to him, they would all look good on her. He thought briefly before responding.
"Well I'd say blue as my default, but, I think I'd really need to see them on you before I make a judgement." He teased in reply.
She smirked, realising the cleverness of his response. "We'll just have to see about that, won't we?" She teased back.
He stood and watched a new side of her emerge. Now she was forgetting about things, she was growing ever more comfortable and relaxing into the weekend. The woman he first knew was creeping back out, he couldn't wait to see her finally relax into his arms as he'd imagined so much.
She finally put her lace away and pushed her bag to the side. Poking her tongue out at him as she made her way back to the living room. He looked at the large bed, his mind daring to dream briefly, then turned to join her.
Now the pair had relaxed a little more, they decided to explore where they were staying. She vanished to the bathroom whilst he got himself ready. As soon as she returned, they headed out. As the pair walked down the pathway, she immediately grabbed his arm, pulling herself into him. Holding his hand, as if they'd been dating for years.
They walked slowly around like an old couple, completely uncaring, breathing in the freshness of the air allowing an even deeper relaxation, eventually finding their way back. Once back, they set out to make their evening food between them; a quick pasta dish to sort them out for the evening with an added bottle of wine. The couple began enjoying each other's company and by now, completely relaxed.
As their first time away together, they were still relatively well behaved around each other - Despite having flirted and even teased before, sharing their most intimate thoughts.
"Right! I'm just going for a shower." He declared. Getting up, leaving her on the sofa reading her book.
She gave a smirk as she acknowledged him, her mind unable to resist imagining him in the soapy shower. He vanished into the bedroom and she thought briefly, sat in the silence of the room.
This was undoubtedly the most relaxed she'd been in a long time and the fact she was as relaxed around him said everything she needed to know.
As he showered, he moaned gently into the water as it rolled over his face. His naked body was refreshed by the hot temperature of the scalding water. After a few minutes he shaved himself and turned the shower off, stepping out to dry himself. As he dried, he made his way into the bedroom and pulled out a pair of shorts. Sliding them up. They were summer board shorts and so, he didn't bother with anything else. Emerging back to find her reading on the sofa, he smiled at her and sat beside her.
She realised immediately that the shorts were all he was wearing. Their years of flirting made her certain. Though, considering this; their commitment to not just pouncing on each other was impressive. She lowered her book to acknowledge him and smiled, letting her hand find its way to his thigh. She squeezed him almost teasingly, then went back to reading for a few minutes whilst he grabbed his book to read.
They sat there reading for a bit until she decided that it was her turn to shower. "My turn!" She hopped up with a smile, eager to excuse herself, Smiling with a cheerful jiggle in her step.
He let her go, as tempting as it was to follow her, he knew that this time away was for them both to relax. Looking through the cottage window at the view, he continued to read his book. A good few moments later, she appeared, wearing her favourite bra and thong, the purple lace and satin one. She now felt so relaxed she had began to feel playful and teasing. Sneaking up behind him with a silk scarf in her hands, she tentatively blindfolded him.
"Let's play a game?" She whispered quietly.
"Guess what I'm wearing and you can see it, get it wrong and you don't." She teased him.
He grinned and placed his book down, trying to think about what she was wearing. "Hmmmm.. I'm gonna say... the black and purple ones!" He sniggered.
She walked in front of him, looking at his vulnerable blindness and smirked. She found she really enjoyed this power play and despite his answer replied "nope! Unlucky.."
He gave a groan of disappointment, but she just smiled and laughed quietly at him. "Awww... and I was sure that was your favourite." He pouted.
"It is... but you got it wrong... so..." she teased again.
But rather than leaving, she leaned in to him, almost brushing her face against his and whispered into his ear "you'll have to keep the blindfold on."
Her fragrance tantalised him, her soft whisper made his hairs stand on end in desire as he shifted his weight in his seat so as not to make his shorts too tight; he found just the smell of her arousing and knowing she was dressed to impress only enticed him more.
"Now we can play a new game." She whispered.
"Oh? What's that then?" He replied, sitting as still as possible, so as to hear her better, trying to decipher what she might be doing.
